Chapter 7
"Suck it, suck it down . . . fuckin' Jesus, it's too much, man, too much!"
Jeff's voice was strained, his voice thickening while his face blanched. She could feel his prick starting to jerk from side to side, acting like a wild animal in her mouth. Jeff growled, his hips banging against her face.
Ellen couldn't stand it any longer, bouncing up and down, wanting to impale her body again and again with that warm rod of steel. She wanted to scar horns with all those nails and spikes her cousin had fastened to the seat of the stool while she exploded again and again against that hard, steely cock. It was a moment of sheer inanity, of white-hot, searing pleasure that ripped through her clit, then stabbed deep into her cunt. She quivered in the pillory, feeling the wild flame of cum shoot through her like firecrackers exploding all through her body.
Ellen's climax peaked, ebbed, then peaked again while she felt something hot and flat-tasting splatter into her mouth. Her cousin's spunk. He was shooting his cum into her throat, drowning her with it while moving his prick back and forth, back and forth over her tongue. It was good, oh so very good, feeling his prick unload that way.
"That's it, baby, that's the way, suck it all down, eat it all up, clean me out, bitch," Jeff crooned, tensing his hands against her skull while keeping his cock all the way in her throat.
Ellen felt herself coming down, her body relaxed and glowing. She was too relaxed now to maintain her position on the dildo. Sliding down, Ellen felt the spikes pressing into flesh as she rated her ass on the stool, her cunt still clenching, grasping, and quivering around the steel prick.
The room grew quiet except for the heavy panting of the two of them. As the girl staffed easing down from her high, she realized the beer enema was starting to cramp her belly. She squeezed her sphincter muscles around the nozzle, feeling the pleasure fade away again as the pain of her overloaded bowels built in her body.
Jeff was pulling his cock out of her mouth slowly, enjoying the warm caressing feeling of her lips against his prick.
Ellen groaned, squirming uncomfortably, feeling she would slit all over the floor if he didn't pull the hose from her shitter right now! He knew, she felt, what was going on. He knew she was in pain. Ellen could tell from the smirk he had on his face as he climbed around her with maddening slowness. Ellen said nothing, panting from the fear that she would soil herself.
Jeff reached down and pulled the hose from her ass, laughing as the beer shot out from her stretched asshole and gurgled down the drain just under the stool. Everything had been planned, Ellen thought, tugging at the pillory that still held her. Still, her belly cramped and she was certain there was more beer somewhere up deep in her bowels, waiting to explode onto the floor with a shitty violence.
Jeff released her, pointing to a small door at one end of the room. Ellen raced to it and barely made it inside. She had been right. The explosion of the liquid contents of her bowels was so powerful and the relief she felt so great that the girl thought she was having a mini-orgasm. For what seemed like long minutes, the girl sat on the stool, head in her hands, wishing she could lock the door and keep her cousin Jeff out of her life.
"You fall in? Come on, get outta there or I'm gonna kick the fuckin' door in and shove your head in the toilet!"
He left her no option. Trembling, she flushed the toilet and stood, washing herself off and examining the small bathroom to see if there was some way out. Nothing. Ellen had expected as much. Sighing, she opened the door and walked out bravely.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it, bitch? You got me off and got off, too. You sure have come a long way since you got here, little Miss Prancy Ass."
Ellen stood there, modestly covering her cunt while her mind wandered back to the house. There, her aunt was making dinner, probably thinking of how Ellen had betrayed her son with a dreadful lie. If only her aunt knew! How Ellen wished she could go back home and tell them all if they would believe her. "Now we get rough."
His words made her flesh tingle. There was a tone to Jeff's voice now, one that lost what little playfulness there was before. He took her by the hair, leading her across the room, past the pillory, past where she had disgraced herself on that awful steel prick. Ellen stumbled after him, her head bent forward, her hands still at her side. It was useless, even worse than useless, to resist.
"Noooo!"
Ellen stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening as she caught sight of that awful cross on which she'd been roped earlier. Jeff had dragged it here, put it in this basement. Ellen threw her arms protectively around her body, shrinking back from the thing. Even her cousin's harsh grip on her hair couldn't keep her from yanking back in terror. That cross. That dreadful, awful, horrible cross! They were going to put her back on it and. . . and do whatever they pleased to her.
"Come on."
Jeff slapped her after lofting go of her hair, shoving her forward and fighting with the teen who now struggled desperately with him. Ellen shouted and screamed, her cries bouncing uselessly off the granite walk around her. She felt her tits slapping against one another as her feet slid uselessly over the floor.
Jeff raised one hand like a club, the shadow cutting across her face. Ellen saw the move and shrieked, remembering how it hurt when he hit her with his fist. Without a word, her cousin brought down his hand, his knuckles bruising her chin as the slap mixed with the shrill cries of the girl.
Ellen felt herself collapsing into his arms, the stunning blow killing all thoughts of resistance.
"I'm fuckin' tired of all your goddamned yelpin'. Got something just for that, just for you.
"Trainer mask. Saw it in some map and put one together, myself. Ain't never used it," Jeff said, moving off into the shadows for the moment.
Ellen lay there, staring after him, hearing him rummaging through a drawer. When he came back, the girl saw what appeared to be several bather straps fastened together in various areas.
"Just sit there. Don't make a move."
Ellen did as she was told, sitting on her heels, being very, very quiet even though her arms and legs began to ache in that kneeling position. She felt him draping two straps on either side of her nose, a third one with what appeared to be a red ball brushing against her upper lip. She could tell from the pressure that the three formed a triangle around her nose and mouth, a fourth strap attaching itself to the top junction of the first two. It was a kind of bridle that Jeff was fitting over her head, tightening the straps until the leather pressed against her flesh and made her nose stand out a bit. At that point he grabbed the ball with one hand and started pushing it against her front teeth.
"Come on, open up. Don't make me use my hand again, baby, or you'll be seein' stars for the next week."
Sobbing, Ellen opened her mouth, feeling the latex ball slip easily past her lips and over her tongue. She felt an ache in her jaw as Jeff pushed the ball all the way in, then tightened the strap around her mouth until the leather creased her chin. With a few more adjustments, her cousin had fitted the mask tightly to her face, the ball keeping her from making anything but the smallest grunt.
"Now you won't have any trouble gettin' over onto the cross. And if you do," he added with a nasty laugh, "I won't have to hear about it."
He lifted Ellen from the floor, pushing her toward the hated instrument now standing up against the wall.
"Turn around. Put your ass up against that thing. We're gonna have us a test. You like tests, don't you, Ellen? My old lady says you do real well in school. She's always braggin' about that. Well, we're gonna see how good you do here, bitch."
Ellen watched as Jeff bent down and fastened one black leather buckle around her chafed ankles. How it hurt, especially after her flesh had been scored by the rough wood of the pillory. Then came the other strap, this one just above her knee.
Ellen groaned as her cousin bound her other leg in the same manner. She tried to cry out when he cinched the leather too tight. But the ball gag was doing its job.
"Okay, up with the arms. Stretch 'em good. Just like you're reachin' for the stars," Jeff laughed.
Ellen kept her arms up and spread out slightly from her body. She was being strapped back up in that horrid, helpless position. The cuffs around her wrists were just as tight as the ones around her ankles, holding her body fast to the cross.
Jeff finished with his work, stepping back to admire what he had done. Ellen trembled. Was he going to whip her again? Would there be more leather smacking against her body, more fucking? There was nothing she could do. Even worse, unlike before, the girl couldn't even cry out in anguish this time.
"Now for the test."
Test? Ellen trembled at the thought of what he might have in store for her. Her cousin, she had discovered, had no trouble in devising things to hurt people with, especially her. Again he walked into the shadows, keeping his eyes on her, obviously pleased with what he had done so far. Ellen hung there on the cross for what seemed like an eternity, hearing metallic sounds every now and then that made her jerk against her leather bonds. At times she had to move her fingers to keep the circulation going. And swallowing the spit that gathered intermittently behind the ball was an effort.
"Now, we get down to some serious shit. Gotta get you primed before the guys get back."
Liar! she thought. He just wanted her, himself. And what on earth was he pushing in front of him? It was a small black box with what appeared to be five or six sets of wires dangling from one end. Ellen watched it, her eyes scanning the box.
Only when Jeff came near did she get an idea of what it contained. There were two dials in front, just above which were two plastic voltage indicators. The small black and red undies were at rest now to the left. Her heart began to pound more heavily when she saw small brass clamps at the ends of those black wires.
Jeff didn't bother looking at her at this point, humming some country-western tune while unraveling the black cord and sticking the plug in a nearby socket. Switching the machine on, he busied himself around the clamps, checking the fittings, untangling the wires.
"It's a transformer, a regulator. You know, it's sort of like the kind kids use on their railroad sets. But I've got a better use for it."
He still kept his eyes from her. But Ellen could see that sick, sadistic smile creeping over his lips. Rivulets of perspiration began to trickle down her arms, streaking her flesh while she worked her wrists and ankles instinctively against the restraints. He was going to attach those horrible things to her body and... and electrocute her!
Ellen bit down on the latex ball, summing, into it while closing her eyes and jerking against the cross. The violent moves from her body nearly dislodged the, cross from the wall. Jeff grinned more widely, glad his cousin had finally put two and two together.
Holding up one clamp, the young stud walked over to Ellen, snapping and unsnapping it in front of her until the girl thought she would piss on herself from fear. Jeff even rubbed the clamp against her chin, drawing it up to her eyes, then lowering it to her right nipple.
Ellen followed the movement, holding her breath while still biting down on the rubber ball. He rubbed the smooth top of the clamp over the tiny stiffening nub, bringing it around the bottom of the areola, then opening it. With a quick flash of the hand, Jeff slipped the clamp onto her rubbery nipple, the teeth chewing cruelly into the flesh.
Ellen screamed, chewing down onto the ball so hard she thought her teeth would break. He tugged at the clamp from the wires, watching as the nipple pulled out, distending from the pressure, threatening to tear from the rest of her tit. Ellen squirmed, sheer terror racing through her body as she screamed again into the gagging ball. How the teeth of that clamp hurt! The pain burned into her brain, seeming to shatter her skull as the girl struggled violently against the leather restraints. The tiny teeth seemed to be nibbling her tit as if attached to a chewing jaw, biting into her tender, stretched nipple and sending more stinging shocks of pain through her tit and up to her brain. She let out another muffled groan, her teeth biting down hard on the red latex ball.
Her cousin had been wise to gag her for his own peace, she thought wryly, watching him open another clamp and slide it up to her left nipple.
Ellen shrieked, snapping her head back and banging it repeatedly against the wooden cross. Now two centers shot agony up through her body to her mind, two centers of throbbing pain that nearly made her faint with pain. Ellen strained her body against the leather straps, feeling them cut into her sweaty flesh. The nibbling clamp teeth seemed to be tearing at her nipple. The teenager was too frightened to look down for fear of seeing blood trickling from her violated tit tips.
And there he was sniggering at her, laughing as if this were some horrid game! Ellen fought for control of her mind, feeling she couldn't continue, to reel like this. She would fight the pain, the agony that ripped through her body like a thousand burning knives.
Struggling, the girl sucked in deep lungfuls of air through her flared nostrils, slowly bringing herself back to reality. They were clamps. Nothing more, nothing less. Looking down nervously, she saw there had been no damage done. . .yet, Her nipples were pulled down and yanked out of shape. But there seemed to be no teal danger of them being torn from her tits. A swift hand movement caught her eye. Ellen looked up and saw her cousin with yet another clamp, this time moving it down toward her belly.
Jeff kept his eyes on her, enjoying her terror, her disgust. Opening the clamp, he brushed his knuckles over her cunt, making Ellen squeak with surprise and fear. And, to her amazement, she felt her pussy tremble with delight at that passing touch. Her cuntlips were starting to swell, to fold one over the other while her small round, red-tipped clit began to rise slowly from the moist, surrounding cunt flesh. It was to that area Jeff slipped the third clamp, letting its teeth sink into the dark-pink, tumid flesh.
Ellen sighed, spasms that itched and ached all at once raking through her cunt. She tried to draw her knees up, to work her hips to rid her cunt of that invader. But she could do nothing but strain against the cruel leather straps. So intense were the feelings between her white, shivering thighs that the girl hardly noticed two more clamps being attached to her large toes. It was only when Jeff stretched a particularly long black wire in front of her that the teenager realized this was far from over.
"Now, the last one before we start," Jeff announced, pulling the wire around her hip and wedging his hand between her ass and the cross.
Ellen could feel the cold small metal thing pressing up against her shitter and knew he was going to shove it up her ass. It was just as he had done with the beer enema. Jeff held her asscheeks apart with one hand, doubling the wire over for added strength and resistance and pushing the clamp up into her asshole. The young girl closed her eyes, tears welling up under the lids as she felt that horrid snake-like thing worming up her ass guts, scraping along the slick, moist bowel lining for several inches before her cousin finally stopped.
"Wired to the tits. Good expression, and pretty darned accurate as far as you go, Cuz," Jeff said, wiping his hands on his Levi's, then going back to the black transformer.
The transformer! Ellen had nearly forgotten about that, her mind being preoccupied with the pain the clamps themselves created. That was nothing, only an overture to what was about to happen. The girl's eyes sharpened on the transformer, watching as her cousin's fingers moved around the dials. He was doing this purposely, playing her for time, making her tremble as she wondered when, the shock would come and how it would feel.
Ellen didn't have to wait much longer. Jeff flipped a switch, then turned the main dial to a higher setting.
"Uhhh!"
It was there, a throbbing pulse that pumped its way through her nipples, her clit, her toes, her asshole. Ellen screwed her eyes up, somewhat surprised there wasn't more pain involved. In fact, she was ashamed to admit to herself, it was pleasurable, especially the current seeping through the clamp and tickling her cit. It was like a tiny bristle brush being scraped lightly over the slick little top of her clit, coaxing out more pleasurable itchy-aching sensations that made her body tremble in heat.
Ellen threw back her head, chewing down on the ball once more while her nipples swelled up against the biting teeth of the clamps. Their feeling now was almost like a mouth sucking and nibbling on her tits while the sensitive spots between her toes itched and tingled. Up her ass, the clamp seemed to come alive like a tiny beast, moving around and nudging up against her ass walls. At times a spicy sperm shot out from her asshole and rushed into her clit, making that tiny organ throb with a more urgent spasm. Ellen liked that. She was starting to enjoy all of this.
"Not bad, eh? Thought you'd start diggin' shit like this. But there's a helluva lot more where that came from. Like . . . this."
Jeff turned the dial up.
Immediately, Ellen felt her spine arching up from the cross, her spine nearly cracking while her head slammed back against the wood.
"Uhhhhh!"
The tingling, nibbling, teasing sensation was gone. This time the current was causing some real pain, making Ellen's body shiver and quake as if she were having a fit. Icy fingers of panic gripped the teenager as she saw the dial had several more settings, all of which she expected her cousin to use.