Chapter 6: Electrified Submission
The cave’s chill seeped into Zatanna’s sweat-slicked skin as Bruce efficiently detached the restraints from the metal frame. Her clit, still encircled by the soft-nubbed clamp, throbbed with a deep, residual ache, hypersensitive to the cool air. Every movement sent fresh jolts through the swollen flesh. He didn’t remove the clamp. He didn’t remove the twin plugs or the vibrator buried deep in her cunt, nor the spider device humming persistently against her asshole. Instead, he guided her trembling legs off the table, his grip firm beneath her elbows.
"Up," he commanded, his voice low and devoid of inflection. She stumbled, her legs weak, the combined fullness inside her and the brutalized sensitivity of her clit making coordination difficult. He supported her weight easily, maneuvering her towards the center of the cavernous space where a complex rig of gleaming steel cables and pulleys hung suspended from the vaulted ceiling.
"Bruce... please... just... a moment..." she gasped, her voice raw. The thought of more, so soon after the shattering, clit-centered oblivion, was terrifying.
"You earned this," he stated, echoing his earlier words, but now they felt like a sentence. He positioned her beneath the rig. "Arms up." Dazed, she obeyed, lifting her trembling arms above her head. Cold metal cuffs snapped shut around her wrists with a decisive clack. He knelt, securing similar cuffs around her ankles. Then, with a series of smooth, practiced movements, he attached the cables. The pulleys whined softly as he engaged the motorized winch.
Zatanna gasped as her feet left the cold stone floor. The rig lifted her smoothly, inexorably, until she hung suspended upside down, her arms stretched taut above her head, her legs spread wide and anchored similarly. Blood rushed to her head, pounding in her temples. The plugs shifted inside her cunt, the vibrator’s hum a constant reminder of the intrusion. The spider buzzed against her asshole. Her swollen clit pulsed, heavy and exposed, dangling towards the floor. The clamp remained secured around its base, a persistent pressure.
Bruce stood before her inverted form, his gaze traveling the length of her suspended body, lingering on the glistening mess between her legs. He reached out, his gloved fingers tracing the slick, stretched lips of her pussy. "Beautifully ruined," he murmured, almost to himself. He reached for a tray brought close by a silent robotic arm. On it lay several cold, gleaming steel clamps, their jaws lined with textured rubber.
He selected one. The metal was shockingly cold against her overheated flesh. He positioned it carefully on her left outer labia, just above where the plugs stretched her entrance. The textured rubber bit into the sensitive skin as he squeezed the clamp shut. A sharp gasp tore from Zatanna’s throat. "Fuck! Cold!"
"Hold," Bruce instructed, his voice calm. He repeated the process on her right outer labia, another cold clamp biting down. Then, moving inward, he applied two more clamps, these positioned closer to her clitoral hood, stretching her inner labia wide apart. Four cold steel teeth held her pussy lips brutally open, exposing the slick, pink interior, the plugs, the vibrator, and the dark, swollen bud still encircled by its clamp. The stretch was intense, vulnerable.
"See?" Bruce said, stepping back slightly to admire his work. "Perfect access. Every inch exposed." He picked up another device. It looked like a sleek, black remote with a thick cable leading to a small, articulated arm mounted on a stand. At the end of the arm was a rotating head covered in soft, densely packed silicone bristles. He positioned the bristles directly beneath her dangling, hypersensitive clit, the tips just barely brushing the engorged flesh. She flinched violently at the feather-light contact.
"Ah! No! Bruce, it’s too... too raw!" she pleaded, her inverted position making her voice sound strained, desperate.
"Shhh," he soothed, though his eyes held no mercy. He activated the device. The bristles began to rotate slowly, a soft whirring sound filling the air. They brushed against her clit with agonizing lightness. "Just a tease," he murmured. "Getting it ready." He picked up the remote. "Now, the real lesson." He pressed a button.
A sharp, electric jolt lanced through Zatanna’s clit. Not from the bristles, but from deep within the swollen tissue itself. It was like a miniature lightning strike focused solely on that tortured nerve bundle. Her entire suspended body convulsed, a choked scream echoing off the cave walls. "FUCK! WHAT WAS THAT?!"
"Electromagnetic pulse," Bruce explained clinically, watching the frantic twitch of her clit beneath the rotating bristles. "Direct stimulation of the nerve cluster. No surface contact required." He pressed the button again. Jolt. Her clit spasmed violently against the bristles, the soft silicone suddenly feeling like sandpaper against the raw nerve endings. "AHHH! STOP! PLEASE! IT BURNS!"
"Feel it spasm?" Bruce asked, his voice low and intense. He pressed the button rhythmically. Jolt. Jolt. Jolt. Each pulse sent her clit into frantic, uncontrollable jerks, slamming it against the rotating bristles. The combination was excruciating – the deep, internal electric shock followed instantly by the abrasive scrape against the hypersensitive surface. "See how it fights? How it tries to escape the bristles?" Jolt. Her clit slammed upwards, then recoiled. "But it can't. It’s trapped. Just like you." Jolt. "This greedy button needs to learn it can’t hide. It takes what I give it." Jolt. Jolt.
The pulses came faster. The bristles rotated steadily. Zatanna’s world dissolved into white-hot agony centered entirely on her clit. She thrashed against the suspension cables, her inverted position making her feel dizzy, disoriented, utterly vulnerable. Tears streamed upwards towards her hairline. "FUCK! BRUCE! IT’S... IT’S TOO MUCH! LIKE... LIKE RAZORS! INSIDE! STOP! MAKE IT STOP!" Her pleas dissolved into guttural sobs.
Bruce watched her torment, his own breathing slightly ragged. He adjusted the remote. The electromagnetic pulses intensified, becoming sharper, deeper jolts. The bristle rotation speed increased. Her clit was a frantic, dark-red blur beneath the assault, spasming wildly against the abrasive touch. "Look at it dance," he growled, arousal thick in his voice. "My perfect, tortured little bud. Taking its punishment." He knelt beneath her suspended form, his face level with her brutally exposed cunt.
He didn’t touch the clit. Instead, his gloved hands gripped her hips, holding her steady against the convulsions. He leaned forward, his tongue, hot and wet, lashing out in a broad, flat stroke directly over her stretched, sensitive urethral opening – the sound he’d teased earlier.
"OH!" The sensation was shocking, intimate, cutting through the electric agony for a split second. His tongue pressed firmly against the tiny opening, then delved inside with pointed precision, just as his finger had before, but hotter, wetter, more invasive. He fucked her sound with his tongue, shallow, rapid thrusts that sent jolts of entirely different sensation radiating outwards.
"Bruce! Ah! Fuck! Your tongue! Inside! So... so deep!" she gasped, the dual assault – brutal electric pulses on her clit and the intimate penetration of her sound – creating a terrifying dissonance. Pleasure? Pain? She couldn’t tell. It was overwhelming.
He sucked hard on the stretched opening, then plunged his tongue back in, fucking her sound relentlessly while the electromagnetic pulses kept her clit jerking wildly against the bristles. His hands slid down to grip her ass cheeks, spreading them wider, exposing her asshole plugged by the buzzing spider. He groaned against her flesh, the vibration adding another layer. "Taste how open you are," he muttered, his voice muffled. "How perfectly stretched. How fucking needy." He sucked hard on her sound again, his tongue probing deep.
The pressure built. Not just in her clit, but deep in her belly, behind her pubic bone. The relentless buzzing of the spider plug against her ass, the deep thrum of the vibrator buried in her cunt alongside the plugs, the electric torture of her clit, the wet, invasive thrusting of Bruce’s tongue in her sound – it coalesced into an unbearable, mounting tension. It felt like her insides were liquefying, boiling, desperate for release.
"Bruce... I... I can’t... something’s... ah! FUCK!" she screamed, her body straining against the cables. "I’M GONNA...GONNA...!"
He understood. He pulled his tongue from her sound with a wet pop and slammed his mouth over her entire exposed cunt, sealing his lips around the stretched lips held open by the clamps. He sucked hard, his tongue flattening against her clit hood, pressing against the vibrating, spasming flesh beneath the bristles. At the same moment, he pressed the remote button rapidly, sending a rapid-fire barrage of electromagnetic pulses directly into her tortured clit.
JOLT-JOLT-JOLT-JOLT!
The dam broke.
A torrent of clear fluid exploded from Zatanna’s urethra, hitting the back of Bruce’s throat with force. It wasn’t urine; it was thinner, slicker, gushing out in powerful pulses. She screamed, a sound ripped from her very core, her entire suspended body arcing violently. Her cunt clenched rhythmically around the plugs and vibrator. Her asshole spasmed against the spider plug. Her clit pulsed wildly under the combined suction of Bruce’s mouth and the electric shocks. Wave after wave of release tore through her, a flooding, soaking eruption that drenched Bruce’s face and dripped onto the cave floor beneath her hanging head.
Bruce drank her down, sucking hard, swallowing the gushing fluid, his tongue lapping at her stretched opening, her clit, milking the squirting orgasm relentlessly. He kept the pulses firing sporadically, prolonging the brutal convulsions until she hung limp, gasping, utterly spent, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Rivulets of her release dripped from her stretched cunt lips, her sound, down her inner thighs.
He finally pulled back, his chin slick, his lips glistening. He looked up at her inverted, ravaged face, her eyes wide and dazed. He wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hand, a dark, primal satisfaction in his gaze. "Good girl," he rasped, his voice hoarse. "Perfect fucking fountain." He reached up, his thumb gently tracing the edge of one steel clamp biting into her labia. "Look at you. Dripping. Used. Perfect."
He stood, walking slowly around her suspended form. He stopped near the spider device still nestled against her asshole. He tapped its central body. "This greedy hole needs its turn soon." His gaze traveled back to her swollen, abused clit, still trembling beneath the rotating bristles, though he’d stopped the pulses. He picked up another device from the tray – a small, clear cylinder attached to tubing and a pump. A milker. He held it up, letting her see it. "And this greedy button?" He smiled, a predator’s smile. "It’s earned a nice, long pumping session. Get it nice and fat. Make it ache for days." He positioned the milker’s suction cup beneath the bristles, directly beneath her throbbing clit. "Just relax, Zee. We’re just getting warmed up." His finger hovered over the pump’s activation switch. The spider device whirred softly, its segmented legs shifting subtly against her asshole.
The spider device whirred softly, its segmented legs shifting subtly against her asshole. Bruce’s thumb pressed the pump switch. Thrum. The milker’s clear suction cup snapped onto Zatanna’s exposed, throbbing clit with obscene force, instantly engulfing the swollen, hypersensitive nub in a powerful vacuum. "FUCKING SHIT!" she screamed, her suspended body convulsing against the steel cables as the milker began its insistent, rhythmic pull. "TOO MUCH! BRUCE! IT'S--AHH!"
"Shut up and take it," he growled, his voice tight with dark arousal, eyes fixed on the milker’s harsh suction pulling her clit into a grotesque, elongated shape within the clear chamber. Each tug felt like her nerve endings were being ripped out through the tiny bud. Simultaneously, his other hand tapped a command on the spider’s remote. The segmented legs retracted slightly, then the central bulbous shaft, slick with lubricant, drove forward hard, punching past her tight sphincter with brutal efficiency.
Schlick. "AAAAAGH! MY ASS!" Zatanna shrieked, her cry echoing off the cavern walls, the abrupt, deep penetration shocking her system. The spider didn’t pause. It retracted halfway, then slammed back in. Schlick. Retract. Slam. Schlick. It established a relentless, mechanical rhythm, pistoning into her rectum with cold, unyielding precision, stretching the sensitive ring of muscle wide open with every inward thrust. Below, the milker matched the tempo, thump-thump-thump, sucking her clit viciously, each pulse pulling the swollen flesh into the tube, stretching it taut before releasing it slightly, only to yank it back again.
"Feel that?" Bruce rasped, circling her suspended form, watching the obscene ballet of machinery violating her. "Feel how greedy you are? Your ass sucking down that steel cock?" Schlick. The spider shaft buried itself deep, the segmented legs vibrating against her cheeks. "Your cunt is pulsing around those plugs, isn't it? Even after coming like a fucking geyser?" Her inner muscles did clench involuntarily around the vibrator and plugs still buried deep within her, slickness dripping onto the floor beneath her head. "And this," he paused, tapping the milker’s housing. Her clit bulged within the suction cup. "This desperate little slut button. Look how fat it’s getting. How red. How fucking needy." Thump-thump. The suction intensified, pulling the engorged bud so hard it turned a deep, angry purple at the tip.
Zatanna could only whimper, a high-pitched, continuous sound muffled by her own tears. The dual violation was beyond anything. The spider’s rhythmic, deep fucking felt like being split open from behind, a cold, impersonal invasion that scraped and stretched her insides. The milker was pure, concentrated agony focused solely on the most sensitive part of her body, the relentless suction turning her clit into a swollen, throbbing beacon of oversensitized pain that radiated up her belly. They worked in tandem, the thump of the milker coinciding with the deep schlick of the spider’s penetration, creating a monstrous, synchronized assault on her senses. Her hips jerked uncontrollably, pulled by the machines, the suspension cables groaning. "Hurts...hurts so fucking bad...stop...please...Bruce...can't...!" she sobbed, words breaking.
"Your body says otherwise, Zee," Bruce countered, his voice thick. He moved behind her, grabbing her hips to still their frantic motion. His gloved fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, spreading her cheeks wider, forcing the spider deeper with each mechanical thrust. He leaned close, his breath hot on her lower back. "Listen to that ass swallowing that machine. Hear how wet your cunt is. See that greedy clit begging for more suction even while it screams." Thump-thump. Her clit pulsed violently within its transparent prison, visibly engorged, the capillaries stark against the stretched skin. Schlick. The spider plunged deep, making her gasp. "You’re built for this. To be stretched. Used. Milked." He watched the milker’s relentless work, the suction cup now slick with her forced arousal and the weeping of her tortured flesh. "Look at it. Swollen like a ripe fucking berry. Begging for my cock, isn't it? But not yet." He increased the suction setting. THUMP.
"NO! GOD! PLEASE! IT’LL TEAR!" Zatanna screamed, her vision blurring, the suction crossing a threshold into blinding pain. Her clit felt monstrously large, hot, and heavy within the milker, stretched beyond belief, every nerve ending screaming under the vacuum’s brutal grip. The spider’s rhythm didn’t falter, its cold shaft pistoning into her ass, the vibration of its legs sending tremors through her pelvis, intensifying the raw, aching throb in her clit. She felt utterly split open, front and back, her most sensitive parts reduced to pulsing, desperate targets for Wayne Tech’s cruel ingenuity. Her magic sparked erratically around her wrists in the cuffs – harmless flickers of blue light, a subconscious scream of her power under duress. Bruce ignored it, his focus entirely on the obscene display, on the rhythmic thump-thump and schlick-schlick of the machines working her over, on the desperate, choked sobs wracking her suspended frame. Her clit, engorged and purple-tipped, pulsed frantically in the milker's glass prison, a raw, swollen knot of hypersensitive nerves. Her asshole clenched futilely around the spider's relentless steel shaft as it withdrew for another plunge.
Her asshole clenched futilely around the spider's relentless steel shaft as it withdrew for another plunge. The milker’s vacuum thump-thumped, pulling her clit into a grotesque, elongated purple peak inside the clear cylinder. "Fucking... ripping... me..." Zatanna gasped, her voice shredded, tears blurring the inverted view of the cave floor far below. Each synchronized schlick and thump felt like her body was being torn apart at its most sensitive seams.
Bruce watched, his own cock straining against his tactical pants. He circled her suspended form, a predator assessing captured prey. "Not ripping," he corrected, his voice low and gravelly with arousal. He tapped the milker housing. "Training. Making this greedy little slut-button understand its purpose." He adjusted a dial sharply. The suction intensified instantly, the thump deepening to a harsh WHUMP. Her clit flared white-hot agony. "AHHHHH! BRUCE! STOP! IT'S TOO FUCKING MUCH!"
"Take it," he commanded, unmoved. He moved to the spider’s control panel. "Asshole needs reminding too." He flicked a switch. The spider’s pistoning rhythm didn’t change, but the segmented legs gripping her cheeks began vibrating intensely, sending sharp tremors deep into her rectal walls. The combined assault – brutal suction stretching her clit obscenely and the deep, vibrating fuck in her ass – overloaded her nervous system. Her magic sparked violently around her wrists, blue-white arcs sizzling against the metal cuffs. Her hips bucked wildly against the suspension rig’s unforgiving hold. "NO! NO MORE! PLEASE! I CAN'T--!" The denial choked off as her body betrayed her utterly.
Orgasm detonated. Not pleasure, but pure, agonizing release forced from her tortured nerves. Her cunt spasmed violently around the plugs and vibrator, gushing slickness that dripped onto her own inverted face. Her asshole clamped down hard on the spider’s shaft mid-thrust, triggering a fresh wave of involuntary rectal contractions. And her clit, trapped in the milker’s vacuum, pulsed in frantic, rapid-fire bursts against the relentless suction. A thin, high whine escaped her throat as she convulsed, suspended in a web of electric agony masquerading as climax. One.
Bruce didn’t let up. He released the milker’s suction with a wet pop. Her clit throbbed violently, engorged, dark purple, slick with fluid, hypersensitive beyond imagining. Before she could even gasp, he grabbed two small, cold metal pads attached to thin wires. "Electrodes," he stated flatly, pressing them firmly against the stretched, swollen inner labia just below her clit hood. The metal was icy shock against her overheated flesh. "Direct contact this time."
He pressed a button. A sharp, buzzing jolt, different from the deep electromagnetic pulses, lanced through her labia, radiating directly into the core of her abused clit. "FUCKING HELL!" she screamed, her body jerking. He adjusted the dial. The buzzing intensified, becoming a continuous, high-pitched current flowing directly into the nerve-rich tissue flanking her clit. It wasn't pulses; it was a constant, searing burn focused on the roots. "BURNS! IT BURNS LIKE ACID! STOP IT! PLEASE!" Her pleas dissolved into ragged sobs.
"Focus," Bruce growled, his eyes fixed on her clit twitching under the electrical onslaught. "Feel it deep inside that swollen button. Feel the current cooking it." He watched her flesh redden further under the pads. Her hips jerked uselessly. The spider continued its mechanical schlick-schlick in her ass, a relentless counterpoint. The electrical burn intensified, bypassing thought, searing straight to the primal core. Her vision tunneled. Another brutal climax ripped through her, dry and shuddering this time, centered solely on the electric fire eating into her clit’s roots. Her cunt clenched air, her ass spasmed around the spider, a silent scream locked in her throat as her body bowed against the cables. Two.
The electrodes snapped off. Bruce didn’t pause. He picked up a sleek, black device resembling a small, focused speaker. He pressed its vibrating head directly against the upper ridge of her clit hood, right where it met her pubic bone. "Sonic resonance," he murmured, activating it. A deep, subsonic thrum vibrated through her pelvic bone, resonating deep within her clit’s internal structure. It wasn't surface vibration; it felt like her entire clit was being shaken violently from the inside out.
"Ohgodohgod..." Zatanna whimpered, the deep internal vibration a terrifyingly novel agony. It felt like her bones were rattling, focused entirely on that one swollen point. "Feels... feels like it's... crumbling inside..." The spider fucked her ass, schlick-schlick. The deep thrumming intensified, turning her clit into a quivering mass of raw, internalized pain. She couldn't scream; the sensation stole her breath. Her eyes rolled back. A third orgasm, silent and terrifying, seized her – deep, pulsing contractions originating from the core of her clit itself, shaking her suspended frame violently. Three.
Bruce pulled the sonic device away. Her clit felt bruised, massive, throbbing with a deep, internal ache. He reached for a small vial of viscous, clear liquid. "Cooling gel," he stated, coating his gloved fingers thickly. "High menthol concentration." He smeared the gel liberally over her entire swollen clit and hood. The initial coolness was brief shock.
Then the icy-hot burn ignited. Intense, penetrating cold that burned like fire raced across the hypersensitive, stretched flesh. "AAAAAGH! ICE! FUCK! IT BURNS COLD!" Zatanna shrieked, thrashing. The menthol sensation intensified rapidly, a thousand freezing needles stabbing into her raw nerve endings. The spider’s relentless rhythm in her ass felt distant, secondary to this new, all-consuming chemical agony engulfing her clit. The cold burn seemed to sink deeper, magnifying every throb. Her body convulsed in a series of sharp, involuntary jerks. A fourth climax, sharp and shocking like an electric eel discharge, tore through her, forcing another gush of fluid from her cunt around the plugs onto her face. Four.
Before the menthol agony could fully recede, Bruce was back. He held a small, heated wand, its tip glowing faintly red. "Contrast," he said simply. He pressed the hot tip gently but firmly against the very tip of her purple, swollen clit. The searing heat cut through the lingering menthol freeze like a brand.
"YEOW! HOT! FUCKING HOT!" she screamed, the sudden, intense heat on the most sensitive point unbearable. He held it there, not burning, but applying intense, focused heat. It warred violently with the deep cold still echoing in the tissue. The conflicting sensations – searing heat on the surface, deep icy burn beneath – created a sensory maelstrom centered entirely on her clit. She felt dizzy, nauseous, her magic flickering erratically. The spider’s schlick-schlick faded into white noise. The heat intensified slightly. A fifth orgasm, unexpected and brutal, slammed into her – a deep, guttural groan ripped from her throat as her body locked rigid, trembling violently, overwhelmed by the warring extremes on her tortured bud. Five.
The wand disappeared. Bruce finally knelt before her ravaged cunt. His eyes were dark pits of hunger, his control fraying at the edges. He gripped her hips firmly, holding her steady. He leaned in, his breath hot on her abused flesh. Then his mouth closed over her entire swollen, weeping clit. Not gentle. He sucked hard, fiercely, his tongue flattening against the hood, pressing down on the hypersensitive nub beneath with brutal pressure.
The sudden, wet, all-encompassing heat and suction after the cold, heat, electricity, and vibration was a final, devastating assault. "BRUUUUCE!" she wailed, the sound raw and broken. His tongue rasped roughly over the raw surface, his suction relentless, pulling the swollen flesh deep into his mouth. He fucked her clit with his tongue, hard and fast, mimicking the spider’s rhythm. Schlick-schlick went the spider in her ass. Bruce’s mouth worked her clit with equal ferocity.
It was too much. The sheer, overwhelming intimacy of his mouth on her most brutally tortured part, combined with the deep, rhythmic violation in her ass, shattered her last defenses. A sixth orgasm erupted – not sharp, not flooding, but a deep, pulsing, soul-wrenching convulsion that started in her clit and radiated outwards, shaking her entire suspended body. She screamed, a long, ragged sound of utter surrender, her cunt gushing, her ass clamping rhythmically on the spider, her clit pulsing violently against Bruce’s demanding tongue. Six.
He sucked her through it, milking the brutal climax until she hung utterly limp, silent tears streaming upwards, her body trembling with aftershocks. Her clit felt like a throbbing, ruined lump of flesh. Bruce finally pulled back, his lips glistening, his breathing harsh. He looked up at her ravaged, inverted face, her eyes unfocused.
"Good fucking girl," he rasped, his voice thick with dark satisfaction and exertion. He wiped his mouth slowly. "Six times. For your greedy little button." He stood, his gaze drifting to the spider still pistoning steadily in her ass, then back to her swollen, glistening clit. He tapped the milker beside him. "Rest now. Briefly." His hand moved towards the spider’s controls. "This hole’s lesson is just beginning." His finger hovered over the intensity dial. The milker hummed softly, waiting.