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As his translator converted his words into English, Yazeed held the electric baton, which its American maker appropriately called a "cattle prod," prominently in his right hand. Diana was painfully familiar with this device, having felt it work on her cunt and breasts before. Though it left no lasting marks, she knew that it would burn like fire when used on her sensitive feminine regions. Yazeed could see her eyes nervously following the baton as he rose and stood above her kneeling form. He used the cold metal of the baton to lightly rub Diana's large nipples into erectness as the translator droned on. He thought he could see a tear forming in Diana's left eye as she braced herself for the shock. Her muscular body was shiny with sweat now. A faint tremble was visible in Diana's torso each time the metal baton touched her moist skin. When he had both nipples fully erect, he touched the tip of the baton to the left nipple and pressed the button activating the device.