Chapter 9
It was dark. It was very dark where Jeff had left Ellen until his friends came. She was glad in a way he had pulled her down from the awful pulleys that had threatened to tear her arms out. But she could hardly breathe!
It was a coffin, or appeared to be a small dark wooden box in which - she could hardly move. Her shoulder blades rubbed against the back while her tits pillowed against the front panel. If she concentrated, Ellen found she could mow her fingers around and push her feet forward and backward.
As she breathed, puffs of her own wind came back to her. She would have suffocated if it hadn't been for the tiny holes in the front and sides of the small coffin. Even so it was very hard to breathe. And it was becoming so hot in there!
Ellen felt perspiration streaking her sides and rolling down her tits as she waited for the sounds of the men tromping down the stairs to get her.
What was that? Ellen tensed, hearing movement in front of the coffin. Were they here already? The thought brought her back from her daydream to reality. She pressed her arms against the wood, cocking her head to one side and listening for sounds of voices. No. There was no one there except her cousin, who was moving something around outside. She relaxed, letting out a sigh.
That hum! No, there was something going on, something that frightened her. It was the sound of the transformer once more. What was he going to do? Ellen felt the old tenor rise in her quickly. She tried jerking her hands up from her sides, wanting to push the door open. She had to see what was going on!
"Please, please, lemme out! Oh God in heaven, lemme out! Jeff!"
Ellen beat at the sides of the coffin with her fists, feeling as if she were being buried alive. No. No. It was awful, hideous to feel something like this! She had to see what he was doing before.
What was that? Ellen thought she could hear faint scraping nearby. She looked around her as best she could, seeing only the tiny dots of light that came in through the pitifully small holes. Then, before she could assess the latest development, something was touching her throat.
Ellen screamed, knocking her head back against the case. It was a needle of some sort, threatening to pierce her Windpipe! Ellen shrieked, beating her knuckles against the sides of the coffin.
"Too high? Guess so. I'll try something a littie lower."
"No, no, you re sick! Don't.., oh, God in heaven, please don't!"
Ellen felt herself about to faint from terror as another scraping sound, and then another echoed through the tiny coffin. In a second, she felt the pinching bit of two sharp needles against her tits. And then . . . and then came the electricity again, in sharp, burning jolt. Ellen screamed and screamed and screamed, throwing her body from side to side, clawing at the wood until her fingertips bled with the splinters. And still Jeff kept the voltage pouring through the needles, burning her flesh.
"Stop it!"
Ellen's cries fell on deaf ears. She coughed and choked, the needles finally withdrawing for the moment. It was worse than having the clamps biting into her body. At least then she had been able to see what was happening. With this, there was nothing, nothing but the unknown assailing her at any moment.
Another scraping sound, this time a little lower than the first. Ellen flattened her shoulders again against the wood and whimpered like a small animal She tried drawing her hands to her tits. But the needles were coming too quickly. They touched her nipples before she could protect herself. The terrified girl gasped as her tit tips hardened against the cold sharpness. And then came the electricity, the voltage that burned like tiny matches singeing her flesh. Again Ellen shrieked, beating her head against the coffin while she felt her knees buckling and touching the front of the case.
"Oooowwww!"
And the needles advanced steadily. Her nipples felt punctured by the horrid things, those pointy instruments chewing into her tits and making her nearly faint with agony.
"Havin' fun, Ellen? It's real nice out here. You don't know where the fuck I'm gonna be pushin' the needles through, do you? That's what makes it interesting. And I'm gonna fry you up all over again and then fuck you. You sure came hard and fast after I got you fired up with all that voltage. Fuck, thought you was gonna bust my cock in two when you came!"
"Noooo!"
More needles slipped into the coffin, some of them stabbing into the bottom curves of her tits, others touching her nipples and adding more of the itchy, biting voltage to torment her. There were more sensations as well, needles Jeff showed in that touched her tummy, her thighs, her cunt. It was if she were being stabbed to death slowly, Jeff twisting them around and pushing them into the coffin and stopping just short of having the sharp ends piercing her flesh the current was doing more to her, Ellen felt, than an actual stabbing could accomplish. It was a steady onslaught of torment, of scaring pain that tore into her cunt, her belly, her ass, her tits. Tiny teeth ripped into her cunt and ravaged her clit while her ass tightened and a swirling agony bit into her cunt.
"Stop... nooooo, stop. . .oh, my God in heaven, when will it end?"
Ellen beat the sides of the case harder until she thought her fists would turn blue. The needles seemed to be digging deeper into her. Ellen threw her head back once more, feeling one of the needles piercing her cit. The searing, dizzying agony made her body shiver. Her entire consciousness focused on the areas of flesh touched by the horrid needles as they dug deeper into her flesh. And the awful, terrible feelings they were releasing in her made her almost faint with passion.
Ellen bawled and begged for the pain to stop. And yet somewhere in her mind as she thrashed and beat her body against the firm wooden walls of the coffin, she was hoping it would continue. She felt her cunt warming, heating up and juicing while her cousin continued to torture her.
Jeff had been right. The more pain he caused her, the hotter she became. She wouldn't resist him if he mounted her right now, throwing her to the floor and fucking her.
A climax bit, this one nearly as powerful as the one that had stung her while strapped to the cross. Her tits seemed so full, so heavy. And Ellen felt she had to be fucked again. God have mercy on her, but she had to be fucked again. Ellen sagged against the wood, gasping and sobbing, so hot she thought she would catch fire.
"Ooooooh!"
The coffin door suddenly swung open. Ellen felt the burst of cool air and cried out, Jeff catching her as she fell forward. He held her back against the rear of the case, his eyes dancing mischievously.
"Had enough?"
"Please, no more, no more.., take me out of here before your friends come, please."
"I thought you'd be all smiles. Just think of all those cocks waitin' for you, wantin' to be shoved into you. You'd be climbin' the walls for it."
"No, no, no more, no-more, I can't Ellen fell to the floor, hiding her face, shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. She couldn't rise from the floor even when her cousin barked the command. When he kicked her sharply in the ribs, the girl simply tumbled from the coffin, sprawling at his feet. She reached forward, stretching her arms out and grabbing him around the ankles. She begged for mercy, clutching at the cuffs while shaking more tears from her eyes. Jeff was unmoved, pulling away from her, fucking her once again in the ribs.
"You can do any fuckin' thing you wait. You showed me that, and you ain't gonna just lay there while my buddies come down here for a show. I've got somethin' that'll get you going."
He was dragging her again, her arms dangling at her sides as if they had been broken. She was hot, so very, very hot. But Ellen feared to tell her cousin that. He knew, anyway. He would fuck her, torture her, then flick her again until his friends got there. Then she would be meat for the beasts while he watched and laughed, using her like a circus freak for the amusement of his bawdy buddies.
"Oh, what . . ."
It was a bench of about three feet in length. He picked her up by the shoulders, wheeling her about and sitting her as firmly on the top. Ellen slumped forward, nearly tumbling from the stool. It was all she could do to stiffen her back and thighs and keep firmly seated. They were in a narrow part of the cellar, in what she guessed had once been a fruit bin before the door had been pried any.
Peering through her curtaining hair, the teenager saw two chains hanging opposite one another, each one being about two feet long and ending in black leather buckled cuffs. Glancing down at her feet absently, Ellen realized the stool had a strap, this one being about three or four feet in length, presently hanging to the floor from the top of the bench.
Jeff took the free end of the belt and slipped it around her waist, tightening until she grunted. Putting one hand on her forehead, he pushed her back, her shoulders dropping from the edge of the stool, her hair sweeping over the floor. How her spine cracked and ached from this position! Getting up, her cousin took her right leg and stretched it forward and up, bracing the ankle against his chest while he drew the first chain out from the wall and slipped the cuff around her foot.
Ellen pulled herself up and watched him do the same to the other, tugging the chains taut until her legs were spread wide apart in a big V. Ellen could feel the air touching her hot cunt, a sensation that made her, feel more excited and aroused than ever.
"Jeff. . ."
"Gotta get fucked, right? Gotta have that prick in you?"
Ellen nodded her head, feeling the taut strain of the chains tearing at her legs. She didn't have to ask twice. Jeff had gotten a hard-on watching her sprawled helplessly that way, her legs chained to the walls. With a grunt, he unzipped his Levi's, pulling out his cockmeat and stroking it. Ellen cried out lustfully, rolling her hips as the stud bent down and flicked his prick right into her cunt. The squishy, wet sound Jeff's cock made while fucking into her pussy excited Ellen nearly as much as the sensation of having something that hot and hard shoving into her. Her clit sputtered and sparked while her cuntal muscles cinched down hard on the invading cock, milking it as if she hadn't been fucked for years.
Jeff liked her reaction, molding her tits with his fingers while fucking her in the bent-over position. It didn't take him long to cum, his balls boiling over in moments while Ellen continued to climax long after the last wad of jizz spattered into her cunt.
"Ruttin' fuckin' whore. That's what you are, a ruttin' slut," Jeff muttered, pulling his cock from her sucking clit and grinning at the girl.
There was little shame now, Ellen thought, rolling her hips. There was only pleasure and hurt and fucking and all rolled into one beautiful feeling that was still enfolding her even now.