’ The captain spoke softly, one hand stroking her shoulder at the surge of sexual pleasure he always felt at this point in a torture session. The wo...man, for him it was usually a woman, bound open and helpless, those exciting little whimpers and pleas as she tried somehow to prevent that handle from moving. But they never had any idea?couldn’t begin to understand what the electricity would feel like scorching through their tits. Of course they would scream, again and again, but they would also. “Correct, now examine it closely”. I did and noticed a very small hole in the end that replicated a small urethral hole of a real penis. “It has a hole in the end like a real penis, and the battery cap looks odd”“We took the idea from the old fountain pen, the kind c***dren used to squirt each other. A bladder containing the cloned embryonic fluid is inserted like so, at the point of orgasm the lady presses this button and the powerful Lithium batteries operate a solenoid forcing the fluid into. The fleet was a different story; the Parmain, Soffal and the Couda were all damaged. The Couda was the worst, and crews from the other ships came over to help. The Parmain was the second most damaged of the three, but abandon ship orders had been issued. The details were odd, and I looked deeper into the matter.There were dimensional shifts going on inside the hull, but did not go out too far. I gave orders to have it towed out of the system, by three other ships for safety. This weapon on a. She felt exhilaration.Brock stared at her slack-jawed. She gave him a smile and a wink. She was already thinking of how he could do her next: flat on the backseat? Laying on the hood? Bent over the trunk? Maybe even on the grass? Switching hands, she looked at the one that had helped keep his cum inside of her. White pearly semen was smeared on her first two fingers. Looking Brock directly in his eyes, she stuck those fingers in her mouth and drew her lips across them, leaving the spooge on her.