Chapter 7
It was some time before Nancy could raise her head once more. She had been witness to something awful, something that made her sick to her stomach. She had seen her daughter ravaged and fucked by these awful strangers, worse, she had seen Ellen actually enjoy what they had done to her. The more perverse the torment, the more the girl seemed to relish it. Nancy couldn't believe the girl rutting there in front of her had been her daughter.
For a moment, she wanted to renounce the teenager who had twisted and jerked under Hal's ministrations. Then Nancy thought of her own torture, of the way Gus had roped then beaten and shit on her before fucking her into a mindless, heaven-and she relented. Her daughter was a lot like her. There was her tragedy, Nancy thought, and there was her condemnation. Oh, they had to get out of this horrid place, or God only knows what would happen to them!
Ellen was still on the stool, her legs pulled up tight, jizz dribbling from her violated pussy. Nancy couldn't stand the sight of her daughter like that! It was so... so vile, so unnatural! She felt a surge of hatred rush through her body like amyl nitrite, making her dizzy with anger. She would show these men. Hanging there on the wall, all the woman could think of was Hal and Gus and what she would do to them when free. They would pay, and pay dearly for the pain they had caused her and her daughter.
Footsteps! They were back. Ellen moaned on the stool while Nancy tensed against the wall.
Horrid, horrid men! There was Gus, holding a half-empty bottle of beer, with Hal behind him, both half drunk with their own intoxication as well as with lust. Gus stopped, turning and grinning at Nancy. She cringed under his gaze, feeling a stab of icy fear through her heart while the skin around her nipples and cunt drew taut with terror. He had her in an awkward position, the cuffs around her ankles hurting her dreadfully while her arms ached.
"Good thing I saved some of these mothers from the Fourth," Gus said, reaching down in his right pocket and producing several small firecrackers.
Nancy blinked her eyes clear, looking first at her bound daughter, then once more at the two men. Hal was down in front of Nancy, brutally twisting the manacles holding her ankles fixed, making sure they were tight. She groaned, feeling the cold pain shoot through her legs. When Nancy looked down again at Gus's hand, she could see he was holding firecrackers. Dreadful thoughts rushed through her mind, ideas of what these men were going to do with those things! Nancy had a good idea and she trembled, straining against her bonds.
"Nooooofffff!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah, and it's gonna open you up good. That's the way a woman should be... good and opened," Gus said with a grin.
Gus jammed one firecracker into her clenched pussy, twisting it around and around until only one inch poked up from between the full, puckered pussylips. He straightened the wick, making sure it stuck straight out so any of her cunt juices and the still-drooling jizz wouldn't dampen it. He shoved another in, then a third, twisting them around and around, rubbing their rough sides against her cuntal walls.
When he shoved the last two firecrackers into her asshole, Nancy thought surely her time was up. She felt the small tubes pushed well into her ass, her asscheeks tightening up against the rude invasion. Hal reached into one pocket of his flannel shirt and produced a small silver lighter, flicking open the top, then igniting the small pieces of white fuse material dangling out from between her legs.
"Think about that fuckin' robbery, baby. Think about it while this shit burns down," Hal said with a laugh, watching as the small flames burned toward the firecrackers.
Nancy bawled through the gag, her legs jerking against the restraining bonds. She thought of prayers while the fuse slowly burned. God in heaven, she could smell the acrid aroma of the burning wicks as the multiple flames neared her cunt and shitter.
She could feel the heat spreading across her lower ass, singeing the tender flesh on her pussylips. Nancy cringed, struggling against the burning horror while the two men smirked and enjoyed the spectacle from across the room. The woman pulled on the ropes holding her arms straight out. If only she could get one hand free of the bonds, she could pull out those horrid things before they exploded! But there was nothing she could do. The woman tensed, quivering as the heat shot into her cunt and shitter.
There was a moment when she thought the fires had gone out. Perhaps the wicks were defective. Nancy had seen that happen sometimes with the children playing with those things in the streets.
Then the wicks sputtered and the firecrackers exploded!
"Ehhhhhoowoowoffffff!" Nancy bit down hard on the rubber ball, feeling her cunt and ass blowing apart. Fiery needles ripped through her cunt and ass. She shook and shivered mightily against her bonds, her shoulder blades rubbing painfully against the rough wall behind her. The woman screamed loudly around the gag, feeling her body beating back and forth while the fires of hell tore through her crotch. Just before she fainted, Nancy saw Gus and Hal watching her with amusement, pointing at her as the last of the firecrackers blew to pieces in her convulsing, wet pussy.
The world went black for a while. Blessed unconsciousness swept the woman away, her body slumping forward, pulling against the restraints.
Gus threw water over her, making her jerk awake with a start.
"That was the easy part. The harder part comes now. Your daughter thinks the two of you should do things together. So do we," Hal said with a smirk, pulling out the shattered firecrackers from the woman's cunt.
Ellen stirred as the mention of her, while Nancy hung there helplessly, feeling the exploded things being slipped from her pussy.
"I agree. You know, a close family's the best thing for America," Hal added.
"Yeah, and we're gonna make sure this family gets real close."
They left Nancy hanging from the wall for the moment, moving over to Ellen and quickly unfastening the cuffs holding her legs up and out. When they removed the ball gag from her mouth, the youngster screamed, her pent-up emotions flowing out in a torrent of abusive words. When she sat up and saw her mother hanging like that from the wall, however, she stopped in mute horror, her eyes wide, taking in the poor woman's plight. When Gus freed her wrists, she started to say something. But Gus pulled her from the stool roughly.
They were maneuvering her around the room like a puppet, pulling and pushing the girl about until they finally sat in a high-backed wooden chair. It reminded Ellen of those Spanish-style furnishings she had seen in all the old movies. Once more, they tied her up, looping quarter-inch line this time around her calves, binding them tightly to the legs of the chair while Gus took care of pinning her arms back, then looping rope around her elbows and drawing her arms back tightly until they touched just behind her spine. The position was painful and awkward.
"Now for mom."
Both men knew they had to be more careful with Nancy. They could see the fire in her eyes as they unbound her legs, then moved to slip her arms out of the restraints.
She tried to swing out at the men in blind hatred. But they ducked, deftly holding her arms to her back and pushing her out from the wall. Snarling through the ball gag, Nancy struggled against the cruel fingers pinching and bruising her flesh. She nearly pulled her right arm free, hoping against hope that she would be able to punch at least Gus, who had done all those terrible things to her in the bathroom earlier.
But in the end, the big man won out, dragging her out to a position just opposite her daughter and pushing her down into another high-backed wooden chair. When Nancy tried rising from it, Hal smacked her down hard with the back of one hand, drawing out a cry of protest from Ellen.
Nancy tried squirming free, working her body against the ropes they were starting to twist around her wrists and ankles. Only when Hal began choking her, tightening his fingers around her throat, did the woman finally stop her wild movements.
"That's good, real good."
Nancy sat there, furious that she had given up so quickly. They had been startled by her sudden violence. She might have escaped, might have saved both her and her daughter if she'd continued. Writhing in her own guilt, the woman hardly noticed what Gus and Hal were doing until she felt something very cold brush up against one of her nipples. "Ow!"
Gus laughed, hesitating for a moment before clamping the metal clamp down on her other nipple. Nancy looked down, seeing the metal clamps distending her red-brown nipples. What was he doing? She squirmed on her chair, looking tearfully up at the men. Hal reached around and pulled the ball gag from her mouth, tossing it onto the floor.
Gus was attaching two more clamps to either side of her cuntlips, the second only an inch down from the base of her clit. Nancy groaned, biting down on her teeth, feeling the tingly touch of those horrid clamps against her swollen cunt-meat. And when Hal moved around behind her, sliding a long narrow wire up between her asscheeks and into her shitter, she thought she would die of shame. Ellen was watching everything that was going on.
"You don't have to worry, Momma. The same thing's gonna happen to the little girl over there," Hal said.
"No, no, you can't... leave her alone!"
"You're right. We can't leave the little slut alone. Gonna have to go with her all the way."
Ellen had been watching what they were doing to her mother, and she cringed when she saw them coming at her, the wires dangling from Gus's hands. She squirmed back into her chair, feeling helpless, her gaze on her mother's cunt and tits. The wires looked horrible, dangling from her that way, unconnected to anything as of yet. But she knew something horrible would happen in a moment.
She twisted around, pulling against the
restraints as Gus opened one metal clamp then
let the teeth nibble into her right nipple. Ellen
threw back her head, her knees snapping
together as she felt the metallic bite of the
pincers. Then the second one chomped down
on her left nipple, both pulling down at her tits.
When Gus attached the remaining two clamps
to her cuntlips, the young girl let out a cry, tears
welling up in her eyes. It was going to happen
again! Oh God, that biting sensation on her
pussylips told her it was all going to happen
again!
, "Uhhhh!"
The wire up her ass made the girl's asscheeks clench together, the sphincter muscle working, trying to push the awful invader out. Nothing. Ellen sat there helplessly as the two men unraveled the wires and pulled them to two sets of generators mounted on roll-away tables. The set-up looked complicated, various wires going to attachments on the sides and backs of the generators. Twice, Hal messed things up and Gus had to correct them. But when it was over, Ellen and her mother were hooked up to the two gray boxes now humming softly in the quiet room.
"My father told me about things like this in the concentration camps in Germany during the War," Gus said with a grin. "The German officers knew what to do with prisoners. I heard about this, and it sounded great. Even as a kid, the idea turned me on.
He checked the dials and wires for the last time.
"What are you going to do?" Ellen gasped, her eyes wide as she felt the wires pulling her nipples down even more. The tiny teeth of the clamps were starting to hurt her tits.
"I could send a current into one or both of you and make you jump around like puppets right now. But that would take some of the sport out of the game," Gus said, rubbing his lips with one finger. "So, I'll start with the mother first, I think."
The woman felt as if she'd been condemned to death.
"All you have to do is tell me to give it to your daughter, and I will. That way, you won't get any of the current," Gus said, his fingers on the dial. "And the same goes for you, kid, when you feel something uncomfortable happening."
Nancy started to protest, then she felt a faint pulse digging at her tits and cunt while the wire up her ass seemed to move around like a tiny animal. She shivered, her flesh breaking out into goose pimples while her thigh muscles tensed and bulged. She bit her lip, doing all she could to think about something else. She couldn't send her daughter into some awful terror. She would have to be strong, have to pout up with this horror to keep Ellen free of pain. She had a duty as a mother.
Nancy closed her fingers into two fists, digging her fingernails into her sweaty-damp palms as the amperage increased. Soon her face was flushed, rivulets of perspiration staining her cheeks while she squirmed uncomfortably against the chair.
He was gradually increasing the current. She could feel the electricity taking sharper bites into her nipples now, while her clit started to rise thick and hard from the surrounding tumid pussymeat. Her asshole was going into spasms, and once more she thought about how she and Gus had reveled in the shit and piss in her bathroom. Horrible! Awful! She must not think of things like that. It was degenerate!
"Ooooohhhhh!"
Nancy gasped, letting her head fall forward.
The current was making her more frantic. She felt the faint pulse in her nipples turn to something much more urgent, more painful as more current surged through her body. There was a distinct numbing buzzing in her tits, cunt and ass now, while her flesh seemed to crawl. The almost pleasant sensation of a moment ago was disappearing quickly, replaced by pain that was making her breathe faster.
Suddenly, a harsh jolt nearly knocked her from the chair, making her spine curl until it threatened to snap while her feet hammered against the floor. She thought someone was trying to tear her belly open while her nipples seemed to fry under the cruel bite of the clamps.
Her bowels shuddered, the wire singeing the lining while her cunt boiled under the sudden surge.
"No, no! Give it to her! God in heaven, give it to her!" Nancy shrieked, her eyes rolling.
In a moment, the electricity was gone. For Nancy, the awful, terrible pain had subsided.
But for Ellen, the endurance test was just beginning.
"Uhhh!" Ellen lurched forward, held to the chair by the ropes.
There it was, the pain she had seen her mother suffer. Ellen was more frantic, beads of sweat beating wildly. She shifted her position on the chair, feeling as if she would surely faint in a moment. That pulsing sensation against her clit and tits was making her very nervous. And when it started to increase, the young girl lost control of herself, pissing involuntarily on her thighs and flushing beet red because of it.
"She'd pissing on herself," Gus chortled, increasing the voltage.
"Yaghhghghhh!"
Ellen thought knives were cutting through her nerve endings. She strained up against the ropes, the lines cutting into her flesh while her feet shuffled wildly against the floor.
in Again and again the teenager screamed, her tits jiggling against one another while the current bit and chewed into her frying nipples. She felt her clit pulsing in an odd, mind-bending way, the clamp nearest her clit seeming to bite down hardly against her cunt flesh. Her firm young tits were growing more swollen as the electricity surged through them. Ellen felt the hot blush spreading from her tits down to her belly, the stomach muscles starting to knot up and shiver as more and more voltage shot through the sparking clamps. Her spread cuntlips were starting to slicken with the hot juice that oozed from her cunt and spilled over her inner thighs. She was whining like a puppy afraid of the dark while her ass pranced over the chair.
"Ahhhhhh!"
The wire in her ass moved in a little farther, the sharp tip poking dangerously against her bowel lining. The electricity sparked through her ass guts, churning her thigh and ass muscles while the youngster opened her mouth to speak. Nothing came out. Just air escaped over her lips as a sharp jolt of current burned through her pussy. Ellen felt her body thrown back, her head lolling wildly from side to side while her fingers scratched mindlessly at the chair. She was spasming uncontrollably, as if having a fit.
Gus increased the current suddenly, as he had done with her mother, nearly killing her with the shock.
Ellen couldn't take anymore.
"No! Give it to my mother! Give it to her!"
And so the game began.