Chapter 9
"Now, you put the clamps on her," Ed said, rolling the portable generator over to the hanging young girl.
Cindy roiled her eyes toward her mother, tears filling them as she looked first at Ellen, then at the three men standing spread-legged around them.
"No, I won't... I won't do it!" Ellen cried. Ed took Ellen by the shoulders, pushing her back roughly until she fell on her ass. She watched as he grabbed the horrid riding crop that now lay on the floor, snapping it as he had done so many times before, threatening her and her daughter with it. Still, the naked woman refused to bend to his will. She had done too much, suffered too much. She wouldn't let him bully her any longer.
Ellen set her jaw firmly, backing away from him, her hands behind her back as she shook her head. Ed cracked the leather thongs, making her shake then slide back. Her terror-stricken eyes took in her daughter, then the man pursuing her. Ellen turned and ran on all fours, speeding out of his reach.
But Chris caught her, sticking out one leg and tripping her. She fell, her forehead scraping against the ground. Quickly, Ellen regained her balance; looking nervously over one shoulder as Ed pursued her, snapping the crop over his head.
When she crashed into Joe, Ellen knew the game was over. He was holding the screaming woman down by the shoulders while Ed came up. Without another word, he swung the weapon down, the knotted ends smacking her thighs again and again until she thought he was skinning her alive. The whip crashed against her body, the leather biting into her cunt. There was no place safe from the weapon. Ellen arched her spine her legs kicking out while her tits slapped together. When the crop bit into her nipple flesh a fourth time, the woman relented, sobbing that she would do anything if only he would stop hurting her.
"Knew it wouldn't take much. She's probably just achin' to try out something new with us." He brought the crop down one last time, the thongs biting into her ass flesh.
Ellen jerked forward, her body snapping like a rubber band. Recoiling from another blow, she shouted again that she would do anything, tears flooding from her eyes and rolling down her flushed cheeks.
"Then take the clamps and wire your daughter up." It was the saddest thing she'd had to do in her life, Ellen thought, meekly crawling back to the generator and picking up the wires. They were heavy, the clamps at the end looking as if they had been used many times before. Some of the metal teeth were broken. She shivered, wondering how many other women had been strung up this way. She hesitated only a moment, startled into action with another snap of the whip near her right ear.
Ellen closed her ears to her daughter's pleas, opening two clamps and fixing them to the girl's nipples. Cindy squealed like a stuck pig, her body jigging on the ropes. Again, Ellen ignored her daughter, bringing another clamp to a position an inch or so just below her clit. It was there Ed particularly wanted her to attach the clamp, laughing as the girl screamed at the biting metallic touch.
"You're a good mother, baby. You wanna make sure she gets the most current in the best places," Ed said.
Ellen looked around, wondering if there was more to do. Ed motioned to a loose wire sticking from the generator, indicating that he wanted it shoved up Cindy's asshole. The girl protested violently, trying to jerk her body up, then sagging back down, her hair sweeping in long circles around the floor. Ellen poked the wire up the girl's ass, feeding inch after inch into her daughter's bowels until Cindy was making gurgling sounds. Her flesh tensed, puckering into goose pimples while she still twisted against the restraining ropes.
"Two more. These two attached to this. Put it around her forehead." It was an adjustable iron crown, looking like the band she'd seen condemned men wear in all those old crime movies. Again, the whip cracked above her head. Moving quickly, the woman slipped the band around her daughter's forehead, cinching it tightly, then attaching two clamps to the steel near Cindy's ears.
"That's good. You're pretty damned good for an amateur," Ed commented.
"Hell, she's had plenty of practice right here. She'll be ready for anything after this," Joe remarked, laughing softly.
"Now, it's your turn on the ropes, Mama. Over here." Ellen shuffled in the direction indicated, stopping some ten feet away from her wired daughter.
"You can see each other. That's good. You gotta see one another for this to work," Ed said, pushing her down to the floor.
Chris and Joe helped, scooping up the woman slid holding her upside down while Ed opened two cuffs. Ellen felt her body scraping against theirs, felt her tits rolling against her chin, felt her feet brushing against the low overhead beams.
There was nothing in her now no fear, no terror, not a drop of excitement. It was as if they had washed everything clean from her soul with that terrible act of wiring up her daughter. She let them do what they pleased with her, feeling like dead wood. The woman barely felt the iron cuffs snapped tightly 'around her ankles. Both men let her go, leaving her body swinging upside down as was Cindy's, the resulting stress against her ankle flesh making the cuffs cunt cruelly into her skin. Was she bleeding? Ellen didn't care. Ellen didn't care about anything any longer as she hung there like a bat, her blonde hair dangling.
"Now, it's my pleasure to do the honors," Ed said mockingly. I There were more feelings the pain of haying both nipples clamped, of haying a wire shoved up her ass, of having another clamp attached just below her tit, of having a metal crown similar to her daughter's slipped over her head. Still, the women felt an odd kind of numbness swell over her. She blinked her eyes, staring at Cindy. It was awful seeing her daughter that way, the wires tugging at her cunt and tits. And yet there was something beautifully awesome in it all.
Satisfied he had both women hooked up, Ed strode to the generator, switching the small control box on. The steady humming sound attracted the attention of both women. Now Ellen began to sweat, twisting in her bonds, feeling the clamps biting down on her nipples and cunt while the wire in her asshole seemed to wriggle in deeper.
Joe pulled out two smaller boxes from behind the generator, wired to the main power source. He was placing them at arm's reach of each upside-down woman. Tentatively, Ellen stretched out her right hand and found her fingers could just barely grasp the end of that small box. She noticed as well that there was a dial on the top.
"I'm gonna make this real fair," Ed said, his fingers resting on top of the generator. "I can send juice into you any time I want. But you sluts can modify it any way' you like. That's what the transformers are for. But you're gonna have to fight for 'em. They're almost outta reach." Cindy felt a rush of excitement as she stretched one arm out and brushed the transformer with her fingertips. If she could stretch out just a little more .
"So, we'll start now.
Ed switched on the current and sent low voltage streaming out through the wires to both women. Cindy jerked, her knees bending slightly while her flesh tightened around her nipples and cunt. The clamps around her nipples seemed to be biting down a little harder, the prickly teeth nibbling at her sensitive tit flesh, while the wires around her cunt were making the tiny pussy muscles contract, relax, and contract again in a steady milking fashion. The wire up her ass grew very warm, caressing her bowels. More startling was the steel band around her head. A buzzing, ringing sensation began in her brain, making Cindy gasp in fear. She had heard stories about shock therapy, about how it had been used in all the old madhouses. People came out worse than they were when wheeled in. 'She recovered herself, stretching one hand out to the transformer.
"That's the way. You get yours first, and then you can send your current into your mother. That's what you want, right? You want the old lady to pay for what she's done to you. Right, baby?" Cindy ignored the taunts, grinding her teeth together while reaching out for the box. There! She took hold, of the box, bringing it closer to her. It was hard to see the small marked digits around the dial while she was upside down. But it didn't matter. Cindy knew a twist of the dial would relieve her of the electricity and would send the voltage into her mother. Ellen deserved it, Cindy thought bitterly, gripping the dial. She wasn't going to look at Ellen. She knew she would hear the, results of her move. With one clockwise turn, Cindy moved the dial and felt an immediate cessation of the burning current. "Eaghghhhh!" Ellen rasped.
Ellen had been watching what her daughter was doing, and she did nothing to counter it. She felt she deserved the pain. Hanging there from her cuffs, she waited for the increase while her heart pounded. But the woman had no idea that increase would be so painful. Her body curved back, her spine arching until she thought it would break. Her jaw spasmed open, her tongue wagging out like a dog's while her tits flopped back and forth against her chin. The band around her head was like a crown of thorns now, piercing pain shooting through her scalp and into her skull. Ellen's eyelids fluttered while her nostrils flared from the agony searing her body. Her arms were spasming, flopping against the cement floor.
And they were all laughing at her, pointing to her jerking, twisting body and laughing! Ellen hated them all, grinding her teeth and puffing that transformer closer to her. She would show them. She would show her daughter not to hurt her own mother. With a twist, Ellen stopped the current, overriding Cindy's transformer and sending an increase surging into her daughter.
"Yaghghghhhh!" Cindy felt the voltage bite into her body. Her eyes flew open as she stared wildly around her. Cindy's lips grew purple while her head whipped from side to side, her face a blur. Diamonds of spit stood out on her lips while explosion after explosion blasted through her head. Cindy's body snapped and whipped as if someone were beating her with a rod. Giant mouths alternately sucked and bit at her cunt and tits while her ass guts seemed to be cooking around that wire.
The girl screamed as loudly as she could, the agony the worst she had endured during her captivity. Her mother had paid her back for her disobedience, sending this amperage into her and nearly killing her.
Again, Cindy's fingers crawled for the transformer. But her mind was clouded now. It was all she could do to keep from choking on her own spit as the current kept on surging through her body, burning her cunt, tits and ass.