A Cheater's Regret (Chapter 1) - Sex Stories

A Cheater's Regret (Chapter 1)

... that a good idea?” Ms. Turring asks. “I don’t think she can take much more punishment.” “Its fine, I won't push her too far,” Dr. Manyard says. One of the male technicians produces a handheld box with two wire connectors protruding from it. The doctor takes it from him and approaches me. “We are just going to apply a low electrical current to your body,” she explains to me. My eyes widen with fear. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt,” she assures me. “It’ll just come as a bit of a shock, that’s all.” The nurse leans backward as the doctor clamps one of the wires to my nipple and holds the other one to my stomach just above my belly button. “Okay dear, three… two… one…” I squeal in surprise as the electricity springs into my nipple and down my chest. It’s painful at first, but I after a couple seconds I get used to it. I hear myself starting to moan. Dr. Manyard switches off the current, to my relief and disappointment. “Subject is responsive to current, level 1,” she says. “I’m increasing the voltage to level 2. She moves the second wire from my stomach to my other nipple. Oh God, this can’t be happening. I’m being used in front of all these people. The current starts up again with no warning. The nurse holds me firmly as I buck backward, moaning louder and louder. I feel more aroused with each passing second. The current stops just as suddenly as it started. “Alright, the subject is extremely responsive to the current… what’s your arousal level now sweetie?” I'm so horny I can can ...

... barely even think straight. “I – I – I think… eight, yes, eight,” I moan. “One more time, staying at level 2,” Dr. Manyard says. “She could have an orgasm at any moment now!” Mr. Jeffries protests. “Don’t be so dramatic, I’ll be careful,” the doctor tells him. She snaps the end of the wire into a small metal rod, about two inches long and the width of a pencil, and moves it in between my thighs. She gently slips the rod inside of me. Oh God. I scream wildly as the current shoots into my core. I feel the pressure building up. Am I really going to have an orgasm in front of everyone? The doctor switches off the current. “The diagnostic is still incomplete, but I think we have more than enough data to continue,” she says, removing the wires from me. The rod drips all over my leg and the table as she slides it back out of me. I should be embarrassed, but I'm not. “How aroused are you feeling?” she asks. “Uhm… nine… nine,” I whimper. “She was supposed to be at most a five at this stage,” Mr. Jeffries says. “She was well past a five before we even started,” Dr. Manyard laughs. “We have a problem,” one of the technicians says. “The flat-screen doesn't work.” “Seriously?” Mr. Jeffries groans. “No one checked it before we started?” “It's alright... what other rooms have a working screen?” Dr. Manyard asks calmly. “Room 137 does,” the technician replies. “Alright, we need to get over there right away and hook the subject back up as seamlessly as possible,” the doctor says. “Too long a ...