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slides the
blunt tip between my legs. He feeds it to me an inch at a time until the entire
length of the smooth device is buried in my pussy.
    I hug the invader with well-developed muscles. Mmm. It’s so
nice to be full.
    Two wires, one black and one red, protrude from the base of
the diode. A spreader bar at the top holds the lips of my pussy open and a
final diode—this one a tiny cup—settles over my clit like a thimble. A set of
clips on the bar allow Rick to pin the folds of my pussy open for an ideal view
that won’t vanish when I begin to writhe.
    Two ribbons are tied to grommets on either side of the base.
He uses them to fasten the device around my waist, locking it in place. The
cool material on my swollen genitals incites waves of anticipation.
    It takes a few minutes for the passion clouding my vision to
clear. When it does, I realize Rick has unleashed his cock and stands—stroking
himself—as he observes his creation.
    “There you go, Star.” He encourages me to meet his gaze. His
dilated pupils turn his eyes stormy with longing. “Tell me you need it.”
    “I do.” I yell as I thrash in my bonds, eager to experience
energy bringing me to life for him—for all the men observing him mold me into
his plaything.
    He flips the switch with a flick of his wrist. I’m thankful
for the restraints keeping me from dislodging the probes. They impart sumptuous
floods of stimulation to all the important pathways of my pleasure system.
Networks of nerves light up like a switchboard. Every cell in my body strains
for the release promised by the pulsating waves arcing through my pussy.
    Another button pressed engages the shield over my clit. I
can see my thighs tensing and relaxing in response to the digital commands Rick
issues. Whether he intended it or not, it’s impossible to endure more than a
few seconds of this bliss without flying apart.
    “Rick.” I gasp as my orgasm cartwheels through my pussy,
radiating outward to every part of my body. Even my fingertips clench and
release in time to the signal. He directs my pleasure, adding a short fizzle
that maintains my climax. He laughs out loud as he oscillates the current,
building my rapture then expanding it until I crash through pinnacle after
pinnacle.
    He allows me to rest a minute before triggering another
round of ecstasy. I’ve never imagined anything so sweet. He makes me orgasm at
will. Repeatedly.
    “I could watch you come all night long, Star.” Rick groans
as another series of spasms rack my body. He licks a silver ring then holds it
in front of my slitted eyes. “One last offering, love. Will you accept it?”
    A bipolar diode, intended for my right breast to avoid
completing a pathway across my chest cavity, too near my heart. Still a risk. A
calculated one. I’ve come this far, I must live the full experience.
    “Yes!” Another cycle of the everlasting orgasm batters my
senses but I’m clear on the choice I’ve made. Only now do I realize the board
I’m strapped to is lighting up. Hidden LEDs—unrelated to the real circuitry
pumping amperage into my willing form—dazzle the crowd. The glow expands past
my ankles, past my waist, to my chest.
    Rick times his actions to the sparkling glow. When it
reaches the same level as my breasts, he affixes the nipple diode and activates
the proper channel.
    I’m lost.
    My entire body twitches in compulsory seizures focused to
deliver unparalleled ecstasy—a whole body orgasm. If not for the restraints he
provided, I’d flop around the floor like a fish out of water.
    The crowd goes wild, moaning, cheering and shouting.
    At the same time, the hot splash of Rick’s come paints me
with proof of his appreciation for my total supplication.
    We’re linked in a cycle of pleasure.
    Me.
    Rick.
    Our audience.
    As shouts join ours from all across the room, the balcony
and even the stage behind us, the star on top of the tree-shaped backing board
I’m strapped to glows bright.
    Lights blossom into