electrotorture

Lia leans in, her fingers caressing the short bristles of my buzz-cut hair, then trailing down to my face, tracing the contours with a deliberate, almost reverent touch. Our eyes lock, hers as blue as ice and… desire. The bright light catches her gaze, making it gleam with an almost supernatural...

The head doctor gives the signal for the ward boy to start the process , machines hums as the dial is turned , he loves her writhing convulsing body covered in fem sweat trembling and trying to free itself from her asylum restraints while she pissed herself again , foam starts to form at her...