Chapter 8
"Mmmfmfmmfmffff!"
It felt as if hands were slapping her across the face, her tits, her belly, her ass! Ellen wriggled her body against the cross, feeling her tits slapping against one another as the current bit into her body. The weight in her ass pushed like a finger as those metal teeth began biting, it seemed, around her clit. What was the dial set at?
Ellen tried focusing her eyes on the black transformer. But the current was making her vision blurred, it seemed. She shook her head violently, curling her fingers and creasing her damp palms with her nails as she waited for yet more electricity to explode through her body.
"Want more? Was that why you were lookin' at me?"
"Mfmfrnmfmfffff!"
No, no, no! She would die if he shot more current through her. But Jeff's fingers moved deftly around the dial, pushing it up to the next notch. Ellen's eyes widened as she felt the biting, stinging buzz of the electricity singe through her. Her nipples became bloated and purple, sputtering and sparking beneath the biting clamps while her clit throbbed and pulsed in time with her beating heart. The pain inside was enormous. She swore all her joints were throbbing and coming apart while her bones seemed to be shattering under the tremendous force of the current.
Uncannily, Ellen felt climax after climax erupt between her legs. She was helpless to control the jerking in her cunt and the tearing sensation in her pussy. She swore she could smell burning flesh.
"More?" he asked, leering at her.
Ellen jerked forward from the cross, feeling she could tear through the leather bonds still holding her to the wood behind. He had just turned the dial up all the way!
Ellen screamed through the gag, beating her head like a hammer against the cross. Her face was a blur while the wires around her tits slapped wildly together. She thought she was going to die! Her climaxes fell one atop the other while more and more juice showered from her cunthole, spattering her rippling thighs with musky pussy juice. Her body was shaking tremendously, her tummy caved in to reveal all the ribs protruding against her skin. The girl howled and shrieked into the gagging ball, biting down until she thought her teeth would break. Every square inch of her body throbbed to the beat of the rushing current.
Ellen shivered there on the cross, waiting for death, when suddenly her cousin shut the machine down with a sweep of one hand. She was still trembling and sobbing when he jerked the pincers from her swollen tits, cunt and ass. Reaching up, he pulled the ball gag from her mouth, laughing as her pent-up screams followed. Again and again the young girl shrieked hysterically, struggling against the bonds keeping her on the cross. Jeff slapped her several times.
"No, no, no, no more! Oh, God in heaven, you're gonna kill me, kill me!" she screamed, long strands of her blonde hair clinging to her dampened cheeks.
"Gonna fuck you now, bitch. That's the way to get through to you, hit you up like this, then fuck you 'd you turn blue."
She felt the straps loosen around her wrists, then her thighs and ankles. Ellen found herself falling from the cross, caught by Jeff, then shoved to the floor like an animal. He pushed her shoulders against the floor, then spread her clenched legs apart with his knees. He shoved one hand between her thighs, cupping his fingers around her cunt, spreading her pussy lips apart and sticking several fingers into her hot, convulsing cuntal folds.
Ellen screamed, arching her spine and pushing the back of her head against the cement floor. Jeff swore at her, putting one hand around her throat and tightening his fingers around her windpipe while unbuckling his Levi's with his other hand and shoving them down.
In a moment, the girl felt his thrusting cock fuck into her pussy.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Ellen threw her shoulders against the floor once more, trying to scoot back from the slamming cockmeat inside her cunt. But Jeff held her tight, pinning her with his prick, fucking deep into her. The girl gagged, still recovering from the awful torture of the electricity.
Jeff pushed his fingers through her hair, grabbing fistfuls of it and tugging back until Ellen yelped in pain. He laughed again at her agony, tearing strands from her scalp while dropping his face to her neck and sucking hard at her flesh.
He held her fast, his hands now sliding down from her head and moving to her tits. He squeezed her tits as if' he wanted to rip them from her body, pinching the sore bloated nipples, then moving his mouth down and biting at the nubs until Ellen was squealing and shrieking in pain once more. This vile, sick man was tormenting her again, not having had enough of her cries by having sent high voltage through her earlier.
Ellen could feel the itching force of her climax spreading through her pussy. It was so instinctive to reach down and want to scratch that itch, to rub her fingers over her clit. But Jeff was doing that for her.
Angling his body up slightly, he fucked down and deep, making sure his prick touched her cit. The resulting sparking sensation sent Ellen higher and higher. She kicked both legs out, hammering her cousin hard on his lower back with her beds as she dragged her fingernails across his shoulders. In. In. In. She wanted to get fucked hard, fast, deep, just the way Jeff was doing it. Maybe he was right. Maybe she did love having this happen to her, having anything like this happen to her as long as she was fucked in the end!
Lust boiled and her clit seemed stung with another wave of climax. His prick pound her insides. The bruising, ramming of his prick tore at her clit in an endless fuck. As he fucked farther into her snug cunt, the muscles stretched tantalizingly to accommodate his cockmeat.
Shamelessly, Ellen rolled and bucked under her cousin's savage attack, groaning as she felt him start to spurt his jizz in her fuck-hole. She closed her thighs and clutched him tightly to her cunt with her legs. She couldn't hold back her orgasm. While he shoved his fucker into her pussy, her clit exploded as she held his prick lighter and let him rub his prick shaft against her cit. Her climax seemed to be unending. She thrashed her hips wildly, her body feeling as if it were being pricked with thousands of burning needles.
Her orgasm ebbed for a bit, then peaked once more, making her hips whip about feverishly. She was jerking heavily against Jeff, banging her hipbones against his while her cunt throbbed so violently she could feel the vibrations in her asshole.
"Yeahhhh. . ."
Jeff let out a long low sigh, thrusting forward, stiffening, then falling on top of Ellen in collapse. The girl lay there like a dead woman, feeling all the strength and will drained from her. She had been fucked, fucked hard and long and fast, fucked after that horrid torture. And how she had loved it! He was smoothing his fingers up and down her arms, pinching her flesh while keeping her captive with his arms, his legs, his belly. Ellen tried squirming out from under him once, but found it impossible.
He slowly pulled his dripping prick from her cunt after some time. Ellen felt her pussy continue to shiver and clutch at the retreating cock. She sobbed, taking short, panting gasps of breath as he slipped his cockmeat from her cunt.
Ellen rolled onto her side, curling into a fetal position while sliding two fingers into her mouth. She had never felt so humiliated, so deserted in all her life. She could see her cousin dressing, hitching up his Levi's and pushing his flaccid prick into his pants. The others would come soon, filing in and wanting her to perform for them.
Closing her eyes, Ellen found herself crying silently once more. She had been dragged so deep into the filth it was nearly impossible for her to imagine what life had been like prior to this horror. Had she really been a good girl? Had she actually gone to school and laughed and played with the others without thinking so much about ... about pain and fucking? That world seemed light years away as she lay there now on the cellar floor, cum oozing from her violated pussy.
"Come on, cunt. We're gonna do somethin' more with you. You don't think I'm through with you, do you? We're just startin'. Don't crap out on me now," Jeff said, nudging her with the toe of his boot.
She cringed with a whimper, hearing him chuckling at her reaction. Ellen tried rising from the floor, but found it impossible to move right then.
Cursing softly, Jeff bent down and grabbed her arms, jerking her up from the floor and propping her against the wall.
"Not that again. No, n-not t-that," Ellen stammered, her eyes wide as she looked at the cross.
"Don't have to worry about that. Don't like to do the same thing twice in one day," he said, shaking his head in confirmation. "But I gotta make some calls, and don't wanna leave you like this. Gotta make sure you ain't gonna bolt from me."
"I won't! I swear I won't, Jeff. I'll be good. I'll stay here and not say a word," she whispered rapid-fire, holding her hands together prayer fashion and hoping her cousin would believe her.
"It'd be nice to think that. But not yet. Come on."
He led her away from the cross, and Ellen sighed with relief. She couldn't stand being bound like that, helpless, waiting for more electricity, for more pain. At one point he stopped her, looking up. Ellen followed his eyes, finding herself staring at a pulley assembly some ten feet above her, she guessed. Telling her to remain where she was, Jeff went back into the darkness, fumbling around for several seconds before coming back with a handful of cuffs and rope. Ellen drew her hands to her lips once more, wishing now she had been bound to the cross. What new thing did he have in store for her?
"Now, I ain't gonna be gone long, so you're gonna get only a little taste of this."
"No, not more, no..."
She started to back away. But then Ellen caught sight of the warning look in Jeff's face. She had seen it before when he had kicked her, slapped her, hurt her. She stopped, gathering her wits about her and swallowing hard. No matter what he did to her will those bonds, it would be less terrible than suffering through another of his beatings.
"Better," he said.
Taking a length of half-inch line, her cousin wrapped it tightly around her right wrist, cinching it tight with a figure-eight knot. Another rope was slipped under this makeshift cuff, fastened with a boatswain's hitch, then tugged taut. Jeff kicked a nearby crate over toward her, upending it, then standing firmly on the top, pulling the rope up with him.
Ellen followed until she was directly under the pulley assembly, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor. No. She wouldn't watch what was happening. She wouldn't take part in this horror. Jeff was threading the rope through the pulleys, then tugging it down until the portion above her grew even more taut. Ellen felt her arm rising above her head, the rope tightening around her wrist. Jeff was pulling on the rope more and more until Ellen found herself standing only on her toes, her right hand strained high above her head out of her reach. She looked frightened, staring at her cousin, wondering what he was going to do next.
"Jeff, please, it's . . . it's hurting me," Ellen complained, her face blanching and grimacing as the rope cuff tightened more and more around her wrist, cutting off circulation.
"You stood it before and didn't kick off. You'll take this just as well."
Jeff looked around to make certain there was a nearby eye hook to which he could fasten the free end of the rope. Satisfying himself with that, the young stud pulled down, slowly raising Ellen up from the floor until her toes, were at least eighteen inches above the cellar floor. She hung there from one arm, her fingers becoming icy and unfeeling while the ropes chafed at her already scarred wrist. The puffing sensation of her body weight against her elbows and shoulders was terrible. She thought she could feel something popping in her deltoids while her ribs hurt terribly from the strain. Grinding her teeth together, Ellen fought the desire to scream. It would only weaken her, amuse her cousin, and do no good.
And there was more. God in heaven, there was more! Jeff slipped a leather band around her right ankle, then stood up and clamped an identical one around her left wrist. Moving behind the girl, Jeff reached down and grasped his cousin's ankle, bending it back, back until her foot was pressing against her lower back.
Ellen let out a shout, feeling the pain from that awkward position shooting up her spine. She tried bending forward a little to ease the bent-back pose of her leg. But movement was nearly impossible.
Jeff fastened the two bands together with a single link. How she ached! With cum still leaking from her cunt, the weeping girl hung there from one wrist, her other wrist and its opposite ankle joined at her lower back. Her left foot was dangling and kicking spasmodically while the pain in her shoulderblades was increasingly severe.
"Here's a box for you to rest on. Unfortunately it's got plenty of nails and splinters on the top, so you're gonna have to be careful," Jeff said, kicking another crate in her direction.
Ellen peered down at the horrible thing, seeing that to rest some weight on that thing might be more painful than hanging there by the wrist without support.
"NO, please, don't... don't leave me!" she cried, watching as her cousin began to climb the stairs. She never, never would have thought she would be saying those terrible words to him.
"Damned nice to be wanted that way. But don't worry," he said with a grin, saluting her mockingly. "I'll be back and we'll have more time to have some fun."
It was a terrible punishment. She wanted to scream, to do something like that to relieve the pain that was nearly breaking her back, arm and leg. She tossed her head angrily, her long blonde hair sweeping over her ass. No. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of another shriek.
The girl dangled there for several moments, twisting in the air, her body stretching agonizingly from the ceiling as the ropes creaked from her weight. Her foot sought the crate. Her shoulder and wrist felt as if they were on fire! And when she put her foot down on the crate, she made contact with several rusty nails. She cried out, the pain of that contact making her draw her foot away in panic.
The girl hung there for a few more minutes, stretching, agonizing over the pulling weight tearing at her shoulders and ankle. Finally Ellen let her head fall to one side, closing her eyes, trying to endure the pain stoically.
From a distance she might have appeared asleep if not for the occasional moans she let out. But then Ellen couldn't stand the agony any longer. The pain was cramping every muscle in her body. With a shriek, she called for help from her cousin, jerking and bouncing on the ropes until she thought surely she had broken something.
"What the fuck's goin' on down there? You havin' a party or somethin'?"
"Stop it. Please, in God's name, stop it! I can't take it anymore!"
Ellen's words slurred as pain made it hard for her to speak. She was hysterical, blinking away the hot, stinging tears, watching as her cousin came down the stairs maddeningly slowly. The heartbroken girl watched as he strolled to her, stood on the crate, then unfastened the link holding her leg to her ankle.
Ellen gasped with relief, feeling the aching cramps cease immediately as she brought her leg down. How simple the pleasures were that heartened her now. And perhaps, if she were lucky, her arms would come down as well. How nice that would be! She would have given anything to have been standing there on the floor like a normal human being, hands at her side.
"There," Jeff said.
The last knot was untied and Ellen dropped to the floor, fingering her sore wrist and looking with dismay at the dark-pink flesh torn now by all the cuffing she had endured.
"Don't worry. You'll survive. Some of the guys are comin' over to watch. They wanna see this new place. I've done some redecoratin' and they wanna get a load of it. We're gonna have ourselves parties down here with all the local gals.., though they don't know it right now, Jeff said, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. "You're sort of the test animal. . . tryin' out all this shit. We're gonna have half the cunts of the valley swingin' wound here by the time we're through. And you know what?" Jeff narrowed his eyes, grinning hellishly. "They're gonna wind up lovin' it. ..just like you."
He left her alone for a moment, putting the ropes and cuffs away. Ellen eyed the steps wondering if there were enough time for her to bolt and rush up the stairs. She took one hesitant step then stopped. Oh, how well he had trained her! Even without a leash or rope, he had managed to keep her in check. Ellen thought about the consequences, his brutality, the impossibility of making it up the stairs in time.
"And what I dig about you, Ellen, is that you just don't give up. I mean, you keep wantin' more.
"That's not true!" she spat back, feeling he had seen the truth.
"Sure, sure. We'll find out."
Ellen had a feeling he would.