Chapter 8
Nancy had heard her daughter's condemning words-and barely had enough time to steel herself against the electric onslaught. It came with a vengeance, knocking her back as if someone had hit her with a fist. She opened her mouth in surprise, her eyes bulging out while her nostrils flared. It was all she could do to suck in air to feed her burning lungs.
Then the current ebbed for a moment, almost disappeared. But there it was, making her cunt itch so, making her clit throb in time with the beating current surging through her helpless body. Nancy blinked, staring ahead at her daughter. She felt a mixture of hate and love and fear, wanting with all her will to shout out the command to shift the current. But at the same time, she knew that the pain raging through her body would make her do things she loathed.
"Give it to Ellen!" Nancy cried.
Gus was moving the setting up a little higher now, watching as the needle pulsed steadily a little more than before.
Ellen felt her tits jump, the nipples becoming swollen. The muscles in her belly tensed painfully, making her gasp because of the cramps. She tried to close her legs but found the pincers holding her cunt open. What was happening to her down there? The itchy, pulsing ache was growing worse and worse!
Nancy was watching her daughter apprehensively, wondering when Ellen wouldn't be able to take this kind of pain anymore.
"Nooooo! I can't... I can't... give it to her! To her!" the girl shrieked, her eyes rolling wildly.
Ellen slipped half-conscious against the chair while Nancy jerked against her bonds.
What hit Nancy's cunt, ass and tits was like a fist punching, then penetrating her insides. The aftershock felt like blunted glass shards barely scratching her nipples and clit. Her asshole recoiled and a fist of air exploded from her shitter, nearly dislodging the wire shoved in there. She thought again about shitting all over herself. She had pissed on her own body, making the men laugh and point at her. Now, would she commit the ultimate degradation?
Ellen moaned while Nancy steadied herself for more pain. Gus turned the switch a point higher. The woman felt herself being struck with a surge of current. Her nipples and cunt and ass felt as if they were being ripped apart by hungry sharks. Her bones hurt, the joints aching as if someone were pulling her body apart on a rack. Her cries were choked by her frothing spit as she bit down on her tongue. Her head bobbed from side to side while she stared straight ahead, feeling as if her eyeballs were frying in her skull. Again and again, she felt the urge to shit out the wire clogging her asshole. It was all Nancy could do to keep herself from disgracing herself in front of these awful men.
"Come on, Mamma, come on and do it!
Come on and blow it out!" Gus said, laughing cruelly.
Nancy saw him raising the setting. She felt the tiny teeth biting down hard now on her nipples and cunt, ripping at the flesh, tearing at her cunt and asshole while her tits felt as if they were being bitten off. Her lips were turning purple, while diamonds of spit glistened on them. Her cunt juice speckled and dried on her rippling thighs.
"Noooo!" Nancy shrieked.
She couldn't stand the agony any longer. Screaming out her daughter's name, she slumped forward. At the same time, she heard Ellen's voice screeching. Her daughter was writhing as if some savage beast had taken hold of her legs and was tearing them from her body.
"Aiuuuyyyeeeeee!"
Ellen thought the pain was enormous. She was amazed she hadn't fainted or died from the current surging through her young body. What was worse, the teenager felt her climax erupt and erupt again, her cunt held at the high level of cumming as long as the current ripped through her body. Again and again she came, her pussy drenching her thighs with gleaming cunt oil as she shuddered and jerked against the chair.
How she hated her mother, sitting there complacently now, staring at her with a smirk on her lips while agony throbbed through every pore of her body. She wanted to scream out her mother's name, but the intense pain prevented her from it.
Gus turned the power higher. Ellen's face was a blur, her body a writhing snake against the chair.
"Give it to her!" Ellen finally shrieked.
"Noooo!" Nancy cried.
Nancy felt the horrid current exploding into her with the fury of a nuclear blast. Yammering, screaming for mercy, the woman felt her heart thudding uncontrollably against her rib-cage. She was about to have a heart attack. They were short-circuiting her heart, making it beat wildly while her body was convulsing from the high voltage. Nancy thought she could feel the skin melting from her bones while her muscles knotted up so hard they nearly pierced through her smoldering flesh.
Suddenly, the room was filled with the wailing shrieks of both women as he turned on full current, feeding the amperage to both of them.
Ellen jerked up and down, her movements dislodging the chair as she felt the long skinny wire eating up her bowels. Nancy screamed more loudly, unable to catch her breath and feeling herself choking on her own spit as she convulsed uncontrollably against her restraints.
Gus muttered something, then shut the machine down with a rapid hand movement. Nancy was rolling back and forth, still feeling the awful sparks even after the current had died from the wires. She was slobbering like a wild woman, rutting, feeling her climaxes erupt, each one more powerful than the other while the metal pincers seemed to chew at her nipples and cunt.
"Take the daughter. Let's see how Mom enjoys watchin' a real fuck," Hal said.
Both women started screaming.
Ellen calmed down first, staring up at the men and feeling as if her world were coming to an end. Gus tore the wires from her nipples and cunt, releasing her arms and legs, then jerking her from the chair. She sobbed, the tremors in her cheeks erupting again and again. Her tits spasmed, and the sudden contraction spread through her belly and cunt. Vibrations still tore through her asshole and cunt, even after the wires were pulled from her. She slumped over.
Gus slapped her until she came around, then yanked her to her feet. Ellen stumbled, her legs tangling one around the other. She was too weak, too off balance to say anything. With a groan, she collapsed to the floor, her ass slamming hard against the cold cement.
Nancy kept crying out her daughter's name as Gus mounted her, pulling down his Levi's and fucking his cock into her pussy.
"Uh... huhh... uhhhh!"
Ellen cried out each time he fucked into her pussy, the vibrations of his forward fuck-thrusts making her body shiver.
While Gus fucked, Hal finished off the bottle of beer he had brought down earlier, rubbing his prick while leering at the fucking couple on the floor. Ellen cried, hardly feeling the hammering thrusts of Gus's cock, all too aware of her mother sitting there sobbing, watching her daughter getting fucked this way like a bitch dog in the gutter.
"Ohhhhh, you filthy animal!" Ellen cried.
Ellen's cries of loathing excited Gus more and more. Twisting her hair in his fingers, he pulled and yanked at it, his hipbones bruising her tender flesh while he fucked his cock into her cunt. She felt her pussy muscles cinching tightly on his prick, softly sucking at it, turning the big man on more and more until he was biting at her earlobes, panting in her face, twisting his hips around so she could better feel his prick churning around in her pussy.
Suddenly, she felt his jizz spattering into her cunt hole, spilling all over her pussy mound before oozing down into her asscrack. Ellen began to cry softly, turning away from the man and closing her eyes.
"So, you think that was bad? My friend's worse. You should know that by now," Gus taunted, slapping her across the face before pulling his cock out of her sucking cunt with a soft, wet pop.
"Wanna give her the bottle? She's lookin' real thirsty," Hal remarked.
Both men laughed as Hal gripped the bottle by the bottom and shoved the neck into her cummy cunt. Ellen cried out, raising her ass, then letting it fall back as the cold smooth glass penetrated into her cunt hole.
Nancy screamed at this unnatural rape, watching as they fucked the bottle into the girl's pussy.
"You wanna be down here? You didn't mind sending the electricity into your daughter's cunt. You shouldn't mind doing something like this, then," Hal said.
Nancy bit her lower hp, feeling guilty as she watched her daughter being raped in this terrible way. Ellen moaned, feeling Hal corkscrewing the bottle. He pushed it deeper and deeper, until she couldn't take anymore. Again, the girl jerked her ass off the floor, pounding her legs against the cement and crying out.
"Hey, the bottomless pit's got a bottom after all!" Hal snorted. "Now, you fuckin' little bitch, you're gonna screw that mother, just like you screwed him."
Ellen had no choice. Blanking out her mind, she started moving her hips. She jerked them up and down slowly at first, then pumped them faster and faster as the coldness warmed in her cunt and her imagination took over. She would have to satisfy their curiosity or they would surely hurt her even more. The girl tried to think of Gus and Hal fucking her, of the terrible way the men had savaged her earlier. But that didn't create the satisfaction. Instead, she concentrated on the cold sensations and the taunts of these animals who were bent on destroying her and her mother. She felt the bottle fucking her cunt and, slowly but surely, her pussy juices started to flow again.
Ellen jerked her hips up and down, slamming her ass hard against the floor. Hal fell on her, pinching her tits, twisting them around. He unzipped his Levi's and pulled out his stiff prick, slapping her with the back of his hand, forcing her mouth open. She felt his prickhead rubbing up against her lips, then he began pushing it in until he had his prick buried all the way into her mouth.
Ellen was choking, feeling her mouth being pried open all the way, his fingers pinching her nipples, and that awful bottle fucking into her pussy. The salty taste of his pre-cum in her mouth and the steady throbbing in her cunt combined, making the young girl wild with sensations. The bottle moved around in her cunt, sliding up against her clit, making her pussy hot and tight.
"Uhhh... huhhhhh!"
Her cuntal muscles sucked the bottle in deeper. Only her pussy moved. The bottle moved up and down, bobbing lewdly in the air while the man's rough hands continued to claw at her helpless body. Her clit swelled, twitched, then exploded with a force that shot the bottle from her cunt hole.
"She's no better than half those mindless whores in Hollywood," Gus said.
Hal was in no mood to comment. He was fucking away at her face, flattening her nose with his crotch, sliming her mouth with more and more pre-cum while her pussy throbbed wildly with nothing to fill it.
That was all she was good for, she told herself. She was a fucking machine, a machine tuned more and more by all the horrors these men were throwing at her. Let them fuck her to death.
There was suddenly the bitter, bleachy flavor of his cum spitting from his prickhead, washing down her throat, filling her mouth until it streamed out from the corners of her cock-stretched lips. The throbbing in her cunt went on for some time, while she choked and swallowed slimy cum.
"She's not so damned proud now... not like she was when we dragged her in," Hal muttered, pulling his cock out and smearing the jizz on her lips.
"She's learnin' real good how to satisfy a guy. She'll be a sex pistol when she gets married. Her old man won't ever wanna leave the sack," Gus said, throwing back his head and laughing.
"She won't wanna get married," Hal said, kicking her in the ribs and rolling her onto her belly. "She's gonna want as many guys runnin' through her sheets as she can get."
Ellen suffered the stinging taunts in silence, avoiding the eyes of her mother, who still looked down sorrowfully at her. She rolled her head to one side, spitting out the mix of spit and cum and feeling her head still throbbing from all the blows.
"Take her to the fruit cellar," Gus said, jerking his head to the right. "Let her think about what's gone on."
"No, no-you'll hurt her more!" Nancy pleaded from her chair.
Gus turned and grinned down at Nancy, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"What are you yellin' about? I'd worry about what's gonna happen to me more," he suggested with an evil grin.
Hal dragged the moaning teenager away, tossing her into a small lower room, then slamming the door shut and bolting it.
Nancy sat there, feeling her pulse begin to race even more as she watched the men's movements carefully. Gus was pulling out his cigarette lighter, flicking open the top and sending a bluish flame up from the small wheel.
Nancy took in a deep breath and held it, feeling her heart pound as he moved the fire up to her nipples. Quickly, he pulled the clamps from her nipples and cunt, leaving the wire in her asshole for the moment.
The woman felt her nipples throbbing while her clit went off into a tiny orgasmic spasm at the release of that biting pincer. She raised her eyebrows, squirming in her seat while the big stud moved the lighter up to her right nipple.
"I like nipples, man. Nothin' better than suckin' on a hard nipple... or foolin' around with 'em," he said with a grin. "You know, a nipple can glow, just like this fire. Know that?"
"No!"
Nancy felt her head growing light once more. This was as bad as waiting for the shock of electricity to come burning through the wires. Only this time, her daughter was locked up in the fruit cellar.
Gus was moving the fire down to her cunt. She could feel the flame singeing her thigh flesh, burning the skin, making her sphincter clamp shut while her head shook. There was the crackling sound of some of her pussy hairs burning and curling back toward her swollen cunt flesh. She could smell the acrid aroma of the burned pussy curls. Nancy moved her head back, grimacing while the flame burned more and more of her pussy bush.
Suddenly Gus moved the flame back up to her right nipple, letting the tip of the flame touch the nub. She felt it starting to hurt. But deep down inside, she felt something else stirring, something that was akin to the delight she felt when the electrical current burned through her body. Nancy worked her lips against one another, feeling herself grow fainter as the fire flickered an inch from her nipple once again. As she stared at the fire, Gus moved it closer and closer, stopping only for a second before sliding the flame right under her nipple.
Throwing back her head, the woman let out a hellish shriek that shrilled past soprano. Her body twisted and tore at the restraints, the chair sliding and grinding over the cement basement floor.
"Eaghhghghghghghghh!"
"No, that's not the way," Gus cautioned, slapping her face with one hand while flicking the top of the lighter shut. "You gotta take it... just like you and your kid did before."
"I'm gonna go upstairs for another beer," Hal said, scratching his balls through his Levi's, then lumbering up the creaking steps.
"We'll get goin' now," Gus growled.
"Where?" she whimpered, thanking God the burning flame was at last gone from her nipples.
"On the table there. You're not good enough for a Goddamned bed."
Nancy looked around the room, peering over the chair her daughter had been sitting on, while Gus continued to disengage her from the wiring and the ropes binding her. It felt so strange to be free for the moment. Hesitantly, she brought her hands forward, rubbing her arms to bring back the circulation. She stood up, taking halting steps toward the table indicated by Gus.
Dear Holy Mother! It was a rack! At least, it resembled pictures of those medieval things she had once seen in history books. Nancy stopped, throwing her arms around her sides and hugging herself while she looked at the big man. His grin told her everything.
"Come on... get on the mother!"
Sniffing, Nancy sat on the splintery wood, swinging her legs over, still hesitating about lying down. Gus pushed her roughly to the surface, grabbing both wrists and stretching them back until they rested in two rusty iron cuffs. She knew her freedom had been too good to last. He fastened the cuffs tightly around her wrists, screwing them down until the iron pinched her flesh. A pulse leaped through her throat, but Nancy managed to keep an outward facade of calm.
Next were her legs. Gus pulled them out in front of her, looping two leather stirrups around her ankles, then pulling the strap tight through two black iron bolts at the foot of the rack. Raising her head slightly above her tits, Nancy could see a small metal ratchet sticking out from the right side of the table.
It was something out of ancient history, something out of hell, she thought to herself as she lay back down and waited for her next ordeal to begin.