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Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon

... his bulk, but any movement caused a swinging that made the pain worse. He eventually drifted off to sleep, but for the long while before then he was trying to comfort his wife. He knew how bad this was, and he couldn't do anything to help.

Mona didn't sleep at all. Her entire night was spent listening to the sounds of Jane and Chet fucking, while every few minutes her every muscle was violently jerked by that out-of-body force. Her body was sensitive after each shock, and after the first few dozen her muscles began cramping. She felt dehydrated.

In the morning, Jane strode into the room. She released Chet's balls from his vice, and unstuck the electrical pads from Mona. Mona's expression was blank, her eyes hollow. Jane turned down the television, and squat down in front of Mona, "Hey, I have an offer for you."

Mona barely flicked her eyes up at Jane. Jane was refreshed and radiant, beaming with a soft smile. Mona's eyes were puffy and red, rolling around, unfocused from exhaustion. Jane said, "I can either shock you a lot," Mona's eyes widened, "or, you can help me out."

Jane untied Mona, and the pale woman fell to the floor. Jane nudged her with her foot, "Go on, kneel in front of him. There's work to be done."

Mona crawled, her numb limbs regaining feeling. She was so tired, panting from the exertion. She stopped a few feet from Chet. Jane held up the shock remote, threatening, "Sit up, in front of him, or you get enough juice to wake you up ...

... fully."

Mona pushed herself up, kneeling between her husband's legs. She looked up at him, feeling pathetic. She was drooling over herself, covered in sweat, with red marks all over her where the pads had shocked her. She felt disgusting, and looking up at him she felt small. Jane commented, "He even trimmed down there for you. That means it was special. Well, onto the fun stuff. Give his nuts a punch."

Mona paused a moment and looked up to her husband. Chet, his teeth set, nodded to her, "It's okay, sweetheart, do what she says." Mona knew she would. She'd do anything to avoid those shocks. But, it didn't make it easy. She felt immense guilt, staring at his manhood. She raised a fist, and threw a half-hearted punch to his hanging balls. She felt a pit in her stomach doing the act, and her feeling was made worse watching the man she loved squirming in pain. Jane slapped Mona, hard across the face, "Hit him for real, dumbass!"

Mona was reeling, struggling to stay up after the strike. Her ears were ringing. She steadied herself and threw another punch. It connected solidly, her knuckles slamming through both nuts and following through them, sending them swinging back up and into the chair. They slapped against the wood at their apex, falling back down to rest on her outstretched fist. Mona reeled in sympathetic pain, her husband groaning and twisting in his chair. "Oh God, fuck, it hurts."

He breathed heavily, trying to fold over himself but restrained from doing so. Jane rubbed ...