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PART THREE (first part because I don't trust unsaved data)

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"Stun gun testing? THAT sounds like fun! I'll go check it out!" Billie exclaimed, heading in the direction the sign indicated. As she approached, she came across a small stage with two nude women standing on it towards the back, and a man with a microphone up front.

"We just need one last volunteer, and the lecture can begin. You there, missy! Would you like to help demonstrate the wonders of electricity for the crowd here? He said, pointing to Billy. "Come on up here and help us out?"

Billie considered the offer briefly, rubbing her chin thoughtfully, her long blonde hair catching the sun as she tilted her head back and forth, rapidly-drying cum flaking from her skin. "Okay, mister! Just make sure you don't kill me; I'd like to survive the first day, at least!~" She chirped, setting her water bottle (and only possession) down to clamber up onto the stage and stand next to the other women, hands neatly behind her back and head raised expextantly.

"Well, folks, we have our third volunteer, so I can begin. Now, the problem of disciplining and torturing sluts has been an issue through the ages. Do you use trauma and sharp objects, or do you use heat? Both have their advantages, but the main disadvantage is that any lasting pain causes permanent damage." He explained, picking up a baseball bat from a rack at the side of the stage.

"We'll start with the basics, available to man since before he was man." He continued, swinging the bat upwards to show it to the small crowd. "While easily available, we can also see the issue with it." He swung it, connecting with the first woman's ribs with a crunch and knocking her backwards. "Firstly, transfer of force. We can't repeat it again quickly without restraints, and restraints destroy the illusion that she consents to this. And consent is a key part of discipline." He explained, raising the slightly bloodied bat as the woman clambered back to her knees, wheezing slightly, her short dark hair in disarray from the fall and her large breasts jiggling with the occasional sob of pain.

"Secondly, finesse. With the amount of force required to cause lasting pain, you have to aim carefully and move fast." He continued, swinging the bat down into the short woman's calf, knocking her over forwards this time. "With an inexpert blow that may have hit her knee, destroying it and her ability to walk. Or even her thigh, which is harder to heal properly if you expect her to walk again." He set the bat aside as the woman climbed to her feet again, tears dripping down her cheeks from the pain as she took her position, favouring her broken-looking leg.

"Now, with application of heat, those are less of an issue." He said, moving on to the second woman in line, a pale freckled redhead with the beginnings of sunburn on her face and smell breasts. He set the bat down, taking up a hot iron from a brazier and applying it to the woman's side. She squealed in pain, instinctively trying to move away from the source of pain at first before relaxing into it, her pussy visibily moistening as the man ran the iron up her side in a sizzling caress.

"Less transfer of force for the same level of pain, and less permanent damage." He explained, moving the iron to the woman's inner thigh, smoke rising from the sensitive flesh as she shrieked and panted, breasts jiggling wildly and her juices flashing into steam as they dripped down onto the iron. "However, irons lose heat rapidly." He continued, moving it to prod the woman in the belly. She flinched at first, then looked down with mild confusion turning to disappointment as it cooled to black. "This means you have to either have more irons, or to pause and let it heat up again. Extremely inconvenient." He concluded, setting the iron back in the brazier and moving along to Billie, taking up a metal rod from another rack.

"But there's a third option in modern times; the power of electricity. At first, just a party game or a religious experience, now a cornerstone of society. But Edison and Tesla never thought to develop it further, and use it for play as well as work." He held the rod up, a pair of prongs on the end sparking as he pushed a button next to the grip. Billie's eyes widened with anticipation as she shifted, pushing her chest out and spreading her legs a little more. "Electricity stimulates the nerves directly, with minimal damage and almost no impact. What little movement it generates is from the slut's own body." He said, before demonstrating by jabbing Billie under the ribs with the prod. She jerked with a squeal as it was triggered, medium-sized breasts bouncing with the motion.

"In addition, precision is also possible." The man continued, jabbing and shocking Billie in the thighs and belly, leaving barely a mark on her soft flesh beyond the sharp electrodes puncturing her skin. "As well as prolonged effects." He added, jabbing the electrodes deep into Billie's side and holding the button down. She squealed and twitched, eventually falling down as her legs jerked out from underneath her, head hitting the stage with a thud.

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