Chapter 8
Regina vaguely remembered being dragged off the floor and carried into another room. Then everything went dark again. The next thing she felt was a needle going into her left arm at the elbow. She looked up and saw Morgan throwing away a spent syringe.
He looked down at her and scowled. His handsome face was distorted by the hate which filled it. Then things got very foggy. The minutes might have been hours or seconds. She could not tell if it were light or dark.
She felt herself being fitted into some kind of tight-fitting garment. It fit around her waist but did not cover her breasts. She could feel it being laced very tight in the back. It thrust her already large breasts up and made them look even more succulent.
She could hear arguing which seemed to come from way off in the distance.
"I don't think we should do it," she could hear a female voice saying. "The last time we did she almost died. Anyway, you never hooked up that many electrodes before."
"You're telling me what to do?" a male voice said. "This is my show and I run it the way I want. You big bitch, you wouldn't be anything if I hadn't taken you in. You ungrateful slut!"
Then there was silence for a long time. Slowly she came out of the fog again. This time it was the feel of round metal disks being attached to her which brought her around.
All over her tits someone was sticking these cold metal disks with vaseline-like goo. She felt the cold slippery goo harden as it dried on her swelling boobs. The feeling sent chills through her groggy body. The terror of the unknown mixed with the thrill of what might happen to her.
She shifted slightly in the chair and a hand came from out of the blackness and slapped her hard across the face. Startled, she jumped. It was then she realized her hands and feet were bound with straps to the chair she was in.
Only then did she think to look to see from where the slap had come. She saw Morgan standing next to some kind of machine. It looked like some kind of electrical therapy machine. It had wires leading from it. The wires connected to the discs which he was attaching to her flesh.
She quivered when he began attaching the discs to the lips of her cunt. The cold metal made those tender lips recoil and try to draw inward. But she could not escape. He rudely grabbed them between his strong fingers and attached the electrodes with the goo.
She tried to squirm but he grabbed one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger and gave a vicious twisting tug. It felt as if he would uproot her tender dug. She tried to bend forward with the tug. But he shot a hand to her neck and pinned her back in the chair. At the same time he never let go of her nipple.
She began to weep. He sneered at her and withdrew a long metal tube from a cabinet in back of the chair. The tube was about an inch in diameter and a foot long.
Paying no attention to her anguish he grabbed one of her thighs and inserted the tube up her snatch. She squirmed as it went in, trying to keep it from tearing her vulnerable interior. His smile grew the more it slid in. Finally there was only four inches left showing.
She felt a cold knife chilling her guts. Her cunt rippled around the frigid stranger in her loins. Her snatch could not thrust it out and could not welcome it in.
"So you think that our little school is something to trifle with," Morgan said. "I'd like to know if you think you can trifle with us after I'm through with you today. No one ever enjoyed this little torture."
He smiled a devilish smile and walked over to the machine where he adjusted a knob and pushed a button. A red light flashed on. She could hear a gentle humming.
"What voltage would your little pussy like to start at?" he said. "Not that you have anything to say about it, really. I'm your master now. There is no more escape or evasion. I will have my way."
He picked up a long, thin shaft. One end was covered with rubber, the other was bare metal. Morgan grasped it by the insulated end and walked slowly toward the pinned girl.
As he walked toward Regina, she felt her cunt congeal in excitement. Jennifer was right. There was no other experience which could compare to this one. No one had ever made her feel such terror. No one had ever given her such pleasure.
Ever so slowly, watching her face all the time, Morgan brought the electric rod closer and closer to the tube jammed up her snatch. She was so completely at his mercy. Her path of joy was open for his delectation.
Down, down came the rod. Regina's thighs twitched expectantly. She felt as if she were turned inside out. The wet membranes on her insides felt open and exposed to the world. She felt about to be raped by the entire cosmos.
These thoughts flitted through her mind like bats in a dark cave. Her excitement mounted. The moment of shock neared. She was thrilled to her marrow by the prospect of being so excruciatingly stimulated.
The rod in Morgan's hand was merely inches from the tube. She breathed in heavy pants. She felt like crying out, "Hurry!" But her tormentor was not to be hurried as he took his own sweet time about his torture. This time was sweet for Regina.
The rod was now only an inch from her snatch. It hovered above the tube like a bird ready to land. Where, she thought, will he touch the rod? What will it feel like when the feeling touches me?
Teasing her more and more, he moved his electrified stick back and forth above the four inches of exposed tube. Like he was coaxing come from her newly grown penis, he waved the air above the shining stick.
Then he brought the stick downward. Before it actually touched the tube in her twat, a spark leaped the gap and landed about midway up the tube.
Regina saw this. She smelled the ozone blue smell in the air. But most of all she felt it. She felt it as she had never felt anything ever before. Deep within, a burning buzzing feeling zapped her. It was a dying terrible feeling. At the same time it blasted her legs apart and sent her into agonies of pleasure.
"Now, my dear," Morgan said, "maybe you would like to feel my electric snatch shock again. It might put some sense into your pretty head."
Without saying anything else he inserted the shock stick up the open end of the tube. Inside the tube he jiggled it back and forth, touching the sides in an irregular rhythm.
"Dance, my little pussy! Dance!" he said.
Dance she did. Every time the stick touched the tube she twitched uncontrollably. The spasms seemed to be growing stronger and stronger. She bucked at the shoulders and knees. Her fingers jittered up and down. Inside her luscious love trap she was a boiling mass of juicy passion.
The pain was more than pain. To be laid open so bare was for her an exquisite pleasure. There was no escape from this fiendish-ingenious situation. But she did not mind. Every jolt sent her higher and higher into the realms of pleasure. She wished that she would never come down.
But Morgan had other plans for her. He reached back and turned up the voltage on the machine. Then he removed the stick from the tube and pulled the tube itself out.
That long shiny instrument was no longer brilliant. It was covered with love cream for eight of its twelve inches. It smelled strongly of Regina's musk.
He threw it on the floor and cursed her.
"You hot little bitch!" he screamed. "I bet you'd come if I cut off your tits. All the same, you fucking cunts!"
Regina's snatch was vibrating with the residue of feeling from the shock treatment. Her palms and forehead were beginning to sweat with fear. What would the monster do now? she thought. She did not have long to wait to find out.
Morgan lifted his heavy black leather boot and kicked her hard on the soft flesh inside her thigh. She groaned and parted her thighs. He could see the cream which had coated his tube-come flowing out her beautifully lipped cunt.
He gripped the torture stick tighter and shoved it far up her snatch. She sank down in the chair and bent her box upward to admit the dagger with less pain. But there was no avoiding the pain. For it was not the physical size or contours of it which gave it its excruciating properties.
The essence of the stick was agony. It was the molecules moving back and forth inside it that were the agents of pain. They were like so many ravenous and pitiless soldiers. Armed with bayonets they were ravaging the soft and pillowy flesh within. She felt like a country being raped and pillaged.
Morgan worked the electrified stick around inside her. She writhed and rolled about on its axis. It burned and charged her unmercifully. But she could not escape. Nor could she escape the oceans of come which the stick stimulated. It was ironic that this come served to bring her more pain.
The more she came the wetter she got. The wetter she was the more the electricity could torment her flesh. Her pain brought her pleasure. Her pleasure brought her more pain. She writhed on this horrible and exquisite situation for what seemed hours.
Lights went off in front of her eyes. She saw exploding stars. Her head was spinning. What stayed constant was the tearing terrible pain in her loins.
Her whole body heaved in the exertion. She longed to press it against something. She longed for that something to be even more painful than the vibrating stick stuck so centrally up her core.
All at once the agony was over.
She looked up and saw Morgan standing at the machine smiling a smile more devilish than any she had ever seen.
"Yes," he said, "for now that is over. But don't think you have gotten off with just that. There is much more to come."
At the word "come" he laughed loudly to himself and came over to Regina.
"I'm going to leave that up there to remind you how much you are at my mercy. If you do anything which displeases me all I have to do is flick that switch and you will feel my power. Do you understand?"
She looked at him groggily and nodded. But really she understood even less than she had the day before. Hadn't she come here to avenge herself on them? she thought. How had she ended up so impaled and so humiliated?
She felt like a prisoner of her own desire. For she was writhing with pleasured agony at his every whim. She felt like a slave. Even the very thought of being his slave gave her a thrill. Was there no escape for her? she wondered.
Morgan came over and grabbed the now uncharged stick stuck up her cunt. He became thoughtful, playing with it. He thrust it back and forth inside her. He muttered to himself as he played.
"In and out," he said. "In and out. Back and forth. I love to play inside you, dear. Do you know I could hurt you? What if I should slip and push this all the way through you now? How would that feel?"
The words more than his actions chilled her bones. She thought of the sharp point of the rod of torture piercing her delicate internal organs. She pictured the pain and the blood. But yet she could not help the feeling of joy at being so helpless.
"You long for this," he said. "I can tell. I can see it in your eyes. You bitchy cunts all want to be disciplined. There is no getting away from it. You love it."
There was no denying that Regina loved the diddling she was getting. But as he played he dug deeper and deeper. He pressed hard against her organs and passageways. She groaned and squirmed in real discomfort.
"Oh, I see that I've stuck a tender spot," he said with delight. "I will have to pursue this further." He punctuated this by thrusting the sharp rod up higher into her snatch. She felt a sharp sticking and a melting way up inside her abdomen.
He quickly withdrew the rod. Its tip and shaft were pink and white with come and blood. He brought it to her nose and thrust it up close.
"Lick it off," he said.
When she hesitated he' slapped her hard across the face and grabbed her by the jaw. He forced her mouth open and shoved the stick way down her throat.
"Suck on it," he said. "Suck all the juice off it. I want my toy back nice and clean. No shit or come on it. Suck it hard."
Regina's cheeks closed in on the stick under his command. She had no choice but to obey. She tasted the sweet and pungent aroma of the blood and her cunt juice. It tasted good going down.
He jammed the stick further down her throat until she gagged. She tried to lick and suck but could not. The stick was much too far down and she began to gag on it. She felt her vomit rising in her throat. She knew any second she would be sick. Inside she was swirling with a mass of choked up intense feeling. She felt nauseous and hot. She smoked inside with passion and pain.
Just as quickly as he had thrust it in, Morgan withdrew the stick. Regina breathed a relieved sigh. Her whole body relaxed. She was allowed a moment's rest while Morgan had his back turned playing with the diabolical machine. But the rest did not last long.
He turned again and faced her. In one hand was a black jar of the goo he had used to attach some of the electrodes to her body. In his other hand were about a dozen more electrode discs.
"You are going to make history, my dear," he said. "I have never tried so many electrodes before. You will be the first to try out the maximum capacity of my machine. Perhaps you will be happy to know this."
Regina did not feel happy at all. She felt sick and her whole body ached. She could feel a cold clammy feeling stealing over her body. Her passion was waning and was being replaced by fatigue and pain.
"I will proceed forthwith," he said, dramatically. "There is no sense in dawdling. You have only to sit back and react, my little Regina. Your big tits and luscious cunt will do the rest."
Regina did not like what she thought he had in mind. It had become clearer to her during this session that Morgan intended to conduct some kind of torture session. It occurred to her that maybe he fancied himself some kind of interrogator. She trembled at the thought. She wondered what kind of information he was going to try to elicit from her.
Carefully he attached the electrodes to her body with the goo. It was a strange concoction which went on very smooth and liquid-like. But when it touched the air it began to harden to a thick sticky paste. The electrodes were very firmly attached all over her body. He paid special attention to her nipples.
Very carefully he smeared them with the goo and let it harden slightly before he stuck on the electrodes. Her much abused little boobs became stiff and hard under his fingers. She ached to have them squeezed hard. But he merely stuck on the specially shaped discs and made sure they were firm.
All over her firm torso he attached the devilish devices. She felt as if she had tubes growing from her body. As the goo began to harden her skin was stretched and pulled. The mild discomfort in their placement prophesied much pain in their use.
He then went lower down and placed the electrodes on the lips of her cunt. Her much-abused cunt was about to be delivered another torture. When he had finished she was covered with the electrodes.
"I'm finished now," he said. "Won't you sit and be patient, my dear? I'd like to get you an audience. I think there is someone who would like to watch."
He walked quickly out of the room and returned a moment later with Miss Ross. Regina gasped. She felt so confused about this woman.
She liked her for her warmth and natural friendliness. But she hated her for having tricked them. She felt used and angry. She felt hurt.
But there the woman stood about to watch her being tortured cruelly. How could she stand by and do nothing? But maybe her friendliness had all been an act to seduce them into submission. Regina did not know.
"I told you she would enjoy this, Miss Ross," he said to his assistant. "There is nothing like a little stimulation to pick up anyone's day. I think you will especially like it when I put the juice to her genitals. Her own juice and my juice will mix. How grand that will be!"
Miss Ross looked very ambivalent. There was , a gleam of expectation in her eyes. She coulcf not help but be excited about the prospect of pain. She licked her lips and shifted her weight back and forth from one beautiful leg to the other.
However, she did not like to see Regina tortured this way. Morgan's machine was the work of a monstrous genius. It was designed to administer the maximum pain. He could adjust it so as to create any desired effect. The victim was totally at his cruel mercy.
But she really had no say about the matter. Deep down she feared the same fate for herself if she protested. That had befallen another assistant Morgan had had a while back. She had balked at administering a particular nasty beating to a very young girl.
This girl was bound wrist to ankle in such a manner that her young cunt and budding breasts were exposed to the full fury of his blows. She screamed and cried. The bonds seemed to be too tight. Her limbs were twisted in unnatural positions and her extremities were turning blue.
The young assistant had protested but Morgan had ignored her. The assistant continued objecting and finally Morgan turned on her. With the deadly bullwhip he had been using on the little girl he slashed the clothes from the nubile young lady. When her clothes were reduced to rags he continued slashing until she was covered with raw and bleeding gullies. Morgan almost killed the young woman.
After that he was a little more careful how far he went with his beatings. He was also a lot more careful who he allowed to assist him. He thought Miss Ross was reliable without question. But it seemed that these two beautiful young women had stirred something inside of her which made her act in a way unlike her usual behavior.
Usually the lust for pain and punishment was enough to easily overcome any feeling. Her mouth would water and her eyes glisten at such prospects. Her loyalty did not have to be doubted when he was providing a place in which she could obtain the kind of thrills she wanted.
But this curvaceous long-haired girl so helplessly strapped in the chair had upset everything. Now Miss Ross wanted to step back from the edges of pain. She did not take full-hearted delight in the punishing and beating of her young flesh.
Her feelings were approaching theirs just as theirs were approaching hers. Of course when she was aroused nothing could stand in her way. Her lust to satisfy her urges was unquenchable. But now with these two it took more to arouse her lust. It was as if she were resisting the demon inside herself just as Regina and Jennifer were.
But Miss Ross had thought better of any further protest and just listened mutely to Morgan. She, too, could not help but be excited by the prospect of pain more excruciating than any they had visited on another human being.
"You can watch her writhe and dance when I turn on the electricity," he said. "Won't she be a sight, twisting and jiggling those tits? Can't you just imagine those full budding cuntlips palpitating with the pain?"
He walked over to the machine and placed his hand on one of the dials.
"Which part shall we start with, Miss Ross?" he said. 'The tits first, or the crotch?"
"I don't care," said the young woman.
"I wonder if Regina cares?" he said, turning to the brutally restrained young lady. "Which part would you like to start on, my little bitch in heat?" he said.
Regina could only stare at him in horror. She was breathing through her mouth. She stared bug-eyed at him.
"I guess it doesn't matter," he said. "We'll get to everything sooner or later."
With that, he flicked a few switches in a long row of toggle switches. Then he flicked a big black switch. A red light flashed on.
"We're all ready," he said. "I think I'll give you a taste of the treatment all at once. Then we can go slowly."
With his right hand he twisted the big black knob all the way around and held it there for about five seconds. All the while he was staring into Regina's face. Then he quickly brought it back to zero.
Those five seconds felt like the longest of Regina's life. He had connected a few electrodes in each sector of her body. A few were connected on her tits, a few on her stomach, and one in her cunt.
The goo seemed to magnify the pain of the electricity. It was more than a vibrating shock. There was also a burning and a sticking. She could not breathe. Her diaphragm was paralyzed. She felt as if she would die.
She was in a spasm of horrible pain. Her cunt felt as if someone were searing it with acid. Her tits felt as if they would be burned off. She looked down in a reflex to see if there was smoke coming from her tormented body.
"Burn, you bitch!" Morgan said. "I hope you burn your snatch right off!"
She rolled her head in agony and screamed for him to let her go. Then she screamed to Miss Ross for help. But neither would help her.
Morgan was standing with his hand on the machine with an intense and demonic look of joy. Miss Ross was gazing as if in a trance at the beautiful body glistening with the goo. The torture was her turn-on. She saw the wires and imagined the shock. It stirred her deep inside. She put her hand in her crotch and began rubbing violently on her clit.
At last the five seconds were over. Morgan shut off the current and Regina's stiffened body relaxed. She was still twitching. Miss Ross came up to her and pinched the skin between the electrodes. She felt her steaming and vibrating cunt with a practiced hand.
"You little bitch," she said, "you need more torture. You need to be shown that we mean pain. We will not let you escape."
So saying, Miss Ross went over to the machine and flipped all the toggle switches connected to Regina's boobs. Then she turned back to Regina.
"You like the whip, don't you?" she said. "Well, you ought to like this ten times more. It will stir you inside until you don't know what to do. It will burn your flesh till you have orgasms in every part of your body. My dear, you will be our slave forever. You cannot escape us now. There is only one thing to do. Surrender."
Regina heard this and felt like crying. But something kept her from giving in to the impulse. She would be strong, she thought. If she ever wanted to escape, now was the time to sow the seeds of it. Now was the time to fight it.
She had a double fight. She had to fight the pain of torture. She also had to fight the pleasure of torture. Her double struggle was doubly dangerous.
"Admit that you came here to turn on us," Morgan said unexpectedly. "Admit that you were going to try to torture us. We know you were plotting. It will do no harm to admit it. In fact, it will save you a lot of pain and suffering.
"Since I know it already I will not hold it against you. But if you do not admit it I will torment you until you do. Why don't you admit it?"
Regina had a terrible urge to blurt out the whole story. She wanted to tell them the plan to overpower both of them and subject them to what each of the girls had been through.
But she fought the urge. A part of her wanted to surrender and a part of her wanted to fight back.
Slap! Miss Ross hit Regina full force on the face with her open hand. The sting was terrific and Regina's head swam with the pain.
"Now, maybe, Miss Stinkshit, you will tell us what we want to know," Miss Ross said.
But Regina bit down hard on her tongue and refused to speak.
Morgan came up and put the long sharp heel of his boot into the mouth of her snatch.
"If you don't want to be ripped to shreds you better tell us," he said. "The heels of these shoes have razor blades in them."
Regina went cold with terror. She could feel the slim icy feel of the razor blades on the super-tender inner lips of her cunt. She tried to pull those lips away. But there was no escape. He pressed the heel further and further into the soft passageway.
"Once again, Regina dear," he said. "Admit to me that you were plotting against us."
Regina shook her head as tears came to her eyes.
"Can't you feel the edges of the blades as I start to twist them inside you?" he said.
Yes! She could feel the sharp pain as he twisted and pressed the diabolical heels into the folds of flesh. It cut like bloody cheese. She felt the warm red liquid trickle from her opening down her backside. She was sitting in a puddle of blood.
"More, more," Miss Ross was encouraging him. "Stick it in further. Harder. I want to see her crawl and whine."
Regina gritted her teeth and strained her head back against the chair. Then she passed out.
The next thing she knew was a splash of cold water on her face.
"Wake up, cunt face," Miss Ross shouted. "The party has just begun!"
In one bound she was over by the machine. With a joyous swoop of her arm she grabbed the big black knob and turned it.
Regina felt a tingling grow in her breasts. The tingling turned to a tearing and then to a shrieking pain. She strained her shoulders back, thrusting out her enormous and tender mammaries.
"No, please!" she groaned. "Stop, it hurts too much. Please!"
'Tell us you didn't come here to turn on us, and we'll turn it off," Morgan shouted. "Tell us, you cunt!"
Regina did not know what to do. The pain in her breasts was agony. She felt as if they were being burned from her body. Yet she feared even in her pain what might happen to herself and Jennifer if she admitted that they had come to "Lookswell" that day to avenge their torture.
"More power," Morgan said to Miss Ross. "We'll make her talk. Well rip those pretty boobs right from their sockets if we have to. Give her the whole works!"
In obedience to his commands Miss Ross threw all the toggle switches. This sent a cascade of power through the wires. All the electrodes were charged.
In her loins, in her flanks, and in her tits Regina felt a tingling and burning which shook her to the core. She cried and screamed. She could hear herself screaming as if it were someone else being tortured.
The pain built up and up in mountains of agony. She was being buried underneath. Nothing mattered. Only the burning, beating, horribly vibrating feeling in her body mattered. She had to stop it.
"Yes! Yes!" she howled. "We came here to get you. Now stop it! Please, I'll go away, just stop it!"
"You piece of shit!" Miss Ross bellowed as she spit in Regina's face. "You thought you could trick us! You asshole licking bitch! You'll see what that will get you!"
Miss Ross ran over to the machine and reached for an emergency switch. She grabbed it and pulled it down.
Regina felt as if an explosion was going off in her body. Her bowels heaved and she strained against the bonds on her hands and feet. Her body became one searing ball of pain. Inside and out had no meaning as the hot electrodes turned her into one writhing mass of agony and she passed out.