As he kept fucking my orgasm built up real fast, as I started screaming out from the pleasure I was receiving. I didn’t want to feel pleasure, but ... had no control over my body. My body started shaking as I continued screaming out, the sensation overwhelming me. My orgasm then exploded as I screamed out, “UUGGHHhh fuck AAAHHHHHH.” I clenched down on my pussy muscles as my body spasmed, my juices flowing out past his dick. My body was so into it, I didn’t feel him tense up as he thrust deep. "It wouldn't do to reconstruct your body without reconstructingyour mind as well. You'd never be able to adapt to our world."Rebuilt his mind they had, he thought bitterly. He could now select theperfect scent, hold himself with supreme grace, provide pleasure to aDomina in bed, keep a lovely home, dress like a fashion model, and movelike a dancer.But the skills he'd had in his first life? When he'd been an accountant?Gone. They were gone. He could no longer keep track of his own finances."But. The announcer from the speakers again spoke. "We have a electro-punishment number of five. That is survivable, but it is going to hurt."The female master swung the paddle. Her stroke was firm and solid, but unlike most paddle strikes, she paused the paddle against the slave's ass when she delivered the blow. He screamed as the paddle hit, but then continued to scream and shake as a measured amount of electricity flowed through the paddle into his body."One," the female master said just loud. ”Barbara looks down at herself. The bulge between her legs isn’t very visible in the jeans that she wears, but in costume it’s another matter. Ivy had been the one to design the plant spores that caused Barbara to grow a penis, but it had been Harley’s idea. Barbara is shocked that Ivy enabled it; she might’ve been drunk.The consequences have been serious. Barbara and over a thousand other Gotham women were affected by that attack. Bruce still hasn’t figured out a way to get rid of the penises.