Injection of a mild stimulant had brought him to a semi-conscious state of awareness."Attach the electrodes." This enhancement would, in fact, make th... treatment pleasurable for the subject. Exquisitely pleasurable. Monkton would receive mild jolts of current directly into his brain's pleasure center at a critical moment."Spread his legs." As regional vice president in charge of operations, mine was the honor of the first insertion. I already had my penis ready and was in the process of lubing. Irritated, I begin to ask why he’s so cheerful when I notice his cock standing at attention, in plain view. I begin to giggle, realizing that he must have ditched his clothes in the living room in a successful attempt to surprise me. He moves across the room to place the candles out of our way on the dresser, and my laughter dies as I notice the ripple of the muscles in his arms, shoulders, and back as he moves and I imagine what he could do to me with such strength. He turns and looks at me. It was an old 70's muscle car, really fast and built like a tank. Inside the seat was a dildo I'd sit on while driving. Also the car was rigged with cameras. We were going to film the entire thing and Bill was going to send it in somewhere, possibly to the old "faces of Death" assuming I died.This crash was not going to be on flat farmland like last time but on a steep mountain road. No guard rails. If I drove off here the car could fall hundreds of feet to the next switch back.Again I was. She threatened to call the police when one of them grabbed her and started kissing her. When she pushed him away and grabbed her cell phone, they backed off. They cursed her and called her a fucking cock-tease.After she had been able to close the door on them, she stood in her hall, shaking. A tiny, silver laughter resounded at the back of her head. "Goddammit, Estelle!" she had cried into the empty little hall. "What have you done this time?" Shhhh, lil sis. Have some fun, honey. Don't be a.