The horse
From Create Your Own Story
The girls lead you to the horse, a large wooden structure shaped like an upturned V, with a shiny metal top edge. They straddle you on it, and tie your hands behind your back and up, to the ceiling above you. They tie your ankles to your thighs, and you feel the cold metal dig into your pussy as you straddle the device. Other than the compromising position, though, you're not sure how this is a test.
The girls then take four little clamps, and place them on either side of each of your nipples. These they connect to the metal on the top of the horse, on either side. You're beginning to understand what that metal strip is for...
"So," Anita says, "if you haven't figured this out yet, this little strip here," she points to the metal strip nestled inside your pussy, "is electrified. We're going to fry your little cunt while we ask you some questions. If we don't think you're being honest, we zap you. If we feel like it, we zap you." She smiles. "Of course, I know a lot of girls that cum on this thing, so it won't be all bad."
"Now, so you know what it feels like," Anita says, and presses a button on the end of the horse. An electric shock runs through your pussy, tingling painfully. Your nipples tingle in the same way. It's not horrible, but it's nowhere near pleasant. "And I'll turn up the juice from there," Anita says.
"First question," Stephanie asks, "who do you belong to?"
"You guys," you answer, looking around worriedly.
"Mmm, that's right," Anita says, looking you over.
"Second question," Stephanie continues, "tell us in detail how much you like tonguing our asses."
The questioning goes on and on, and you get zapped when you don't answer what they want you to answer. By the time they're done, they know enough about you to blackmail you to do anything. They know your turn-ons and turn-offs, your past sexual experience, and they made you say all sorts of things, such as describing your method for worshiping their feet, professing your love of the taste of their cum, and other such things.
What do they do next?
