"Oooooffffff!"
She could taste it, taste more piss rising through the tube and entering her mouth. Again, the teen tried forcing herself to control her bladder muscles. But the pulsing electricity was taking her mind off these things. She could feel her cunt starting to stiffen, to push up from the surrounding pink, moist flesh and get very, very hard while her nipples were stiffening. Strange sensations blasting from her asshole to her pussy were making the girl twist and moan on the chains. Another notch up, and Krystal thought she was going to shit on herself.
"Now, for the hard stuff!"
Another notch up! Krystal felt the current leap through her body, making the muscles contract and relax without her will. She twisted around, biting down hard on the rubber tube while her temples throbbed and she heard a ringing sound that got louder and louder as the seconds passed. Her tits jumped, slapping together while her nipples became swollen with blood. Her belly muscles knotted until they cramped while her cunt began opening and closing like the valves of a clam.
"Uhhhfhhhfhhfffff!"
Her bladder relaxed again, sending a stream of hot, stinging urine into her throat. It was all Krystal could do to keep her wits and swallow it. Her stomach reacted, rebelling against the piss and nearly making her puke.
"That's it, baby, play along with me! You're gonna take the full setting when I get through with you."
From what Krystal could tell, Mike's voice was getting thick and broken again, a sure sign he was as excited as she. But Krystal couldn't really tell. The electricity tearing through her body was taking up all her attention. When Mike dialed the machine another tone higher, Krystal lost all control. Piss shot into her mouth, foaming around the corners of her lips and dribbling down her chin. Some of it she swallowed, making her stomach tie up in knots and contract. Her asshole was opening and closing, biting down on the wire while the current ripped through her bowels. It felt as if shards of glass were scratching her nipples, cunt and shitter. Her asshole contracted suddenly, a fist of air bursting from her bowels nearly dislodging the wires shoved down deep in her shitter.
"Uhhfhfhfhhfhhfffff!"
Krystal wished he would rape her, tear her down and take her like the animal she was – anything but keep her dangling here like a hunk of meat. But Mike only cranked the machine higher. Krystal felt as if she were struck with a runaway truck. Her tits and belly and cunt were ripped to pieces by fiery knives. Her bones seemed to throb, the joints becoming swollen and achey. Krystal screamed the shout of the damned. But her cries were choked behind the rubber tube.
"Ughghghhghhghgh… ahhhhhhh!"
Another setting. Krystal writhed, juice and piss gushing from her mouth. Her lips were purple, diamonds of spittle standing out. Cunt juice oozed from her slit, running down her flexing, ridged thighs. The pain inside her body was like some enormous beast stalking about, gnawing at her guts. Krystal wished she could faint. But the electricity kept her conscious. It was at this point the girl felt her climax erupt – a power combating the electricity at first, then finally joining it, magnified by the stinging current.
She shuddered and jerked on the chains, her head becoming a blur now as Krystal thought her life would surely be over. He would electrocute her, frying her to a crisp while she fought against the chain bonds holding her firmly to the floor and ceiling.
"Shit!"
Mike couldn't take much more. With a rapid movement, he shut the machine down. It was as if someone had pushed her down a flight of steps. Krystal kept screaming, her body quivering. But the power that had been driving into her like an impaling stake was gone. He pulled out the tube, ripping it from her urethra.
Krystal screamed loudly now, sobbing and shrieking while her ass jiggled up and down. Without a word, Mike slapped her until she came around, reaching up and taking the bonds from her wrist. She fell to the floor, knocking herself half-unconscious. That was when he threw himself stop her, kicking her knees apart and mounting her like a dog in the gutter.
"No, uhhhhh!"
Mike didn't care. In a moment, he impaled his cock in her, raping her while her ankles were still bound to the cement floor. Krystal felt this new humiliation and wailed. When, oh dear God, would it all end?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Uhf! Uhf! Uh!"
Her mouth was soured with the taste of her own piss. Her shoulders and arms and legs ached from the bonds and from the electricity that had torn through her body. And still Mike was raping her. He held onto her shoulders, purposely forcing her into an uncomfortable position, slamming her head against the floor several times while putting his full weight on her thighs and belly. Krystal retched as his cock punched into her cunt again and again.
"Damned, little bitch! You like this, love it especially after you got a taste of that, right?" he said, jerking his head back indicating the generator.
"Yes, yes, damn it!"
There! She'd admitted it, told him the secret, told him in four words he'd been right all along. The pain, the humiliation, the discipline had all had their effect on her. Krystal knew she was going to like this, enjoy everything about Mike and the school from now on. In a flash of thrilling realization, she knew it.
"Little bitch! God-damned little whore!" he cried, backhanding her, his knuckles bruising her cheeks. He slapped her again, angling his body so his cock would rub hard against her clit. Krystal let out a cry of rage and greed, hugging him as best she could with her knees, wrapping her arms around his back and drawing him in deeper. She felt his cockhead rummaging around in her pussy, going down so very very deep while his balls nestled against the soft saddle of her thighs.
"Uhhhfhhhh!"
Mike was tearing her apart, using his cock as a weapon of war. Lust began boiling again, rattling her brain while his prick ground her insides like mortar pulverized by a pestle. He grunted, a beast in rut, twisting his body around so Krystal could feel his cock working in her pussy. And then she could feel the hot, hard spurt of his jizz splashing in her pussy, filling her up, dribbling out from around the stretched flesh of her outer labes. He arched his spine, closing his eyes and shaking mightily while more and more cum boiled into her cunt slit. It was some time before he stiffened again, shaking the perspiration from his face and pulling out of her pussy.
Krystal lay there for several moments, getting back her breath. She blinked her eyes clear, looking about the room. She had a new feeling now about all this. There wasn't the fear, the sheer terror she had experienced the first time they had stripped her and shoved her into a torture chamber. There was some fear, of course. But surmounting that was curiosity and a desire to push herself to the brink of ultimate pleasure. This, Krystal began to vaguely realize, was something Mike could do. The girl found herself smiling, turning her face away from the big man so he couldn't see her softening. Not yet. There would be time for that.
Lying there, feeling Mike's jizz oozing from her pussy slot and running down her thighs, Krystal almost wished he would truss her back up in chains again and shove those clamps and wires back in her cunt. It would be worth it – the tearing agony, the cramping muscles, if in the end he would fuck the life from her with his killer cock.
"I almost forgot," Mike said with a grin. "I've got a surprise for you. A visitor!"
Her mother! Krystal's thoughts suddenly snapped alert. Her mother had thrown her in here and slammed the door in her face. She growled, tugging at her chains.
"Now, that's no way to think about your own mother," Mike said, shaking his head. "I'll go get her. She'll want to see you like this."