There was a sharp clicking sound, followed by a steady hum. Yes, it was that generator, the tiny wheel whirling around and around to let them know it was working. Janice focused her eyes on Hank, then on the generator. It seemed so dream-like, just as it had the other night when he had roped her into that awkward, obscene position before taping her. And now she had to admit that those, horrible little pincers were exciting her. After the initial shock and resulting pain came this… excitement, these tight, little hot feelings in the spots where those clamps were biting. She trembled, her ass tight while her asscheeks danced and her tits jiggled. How her shitter muscles cramped around that dildo, now warmed to the temperature of her body. No longer was there the pain she had felt earlier. Now there was only that filled feeling, an almost delightful stuffed feeling that somehow increased the heat developing in her cunt. What horror, what a terrible thing Janice was slowly discovering about herself. She, like Hank, seemed to have no limits. The more he pushed her, the more she moved along.
"Ohhhhhhh…"
"Want that first jolt, baby? Wanna feel the electricity shootin' through your body?"
Another attack of lust spasmed through her mind and body. Janice couldn't speak, didn't dare tell him her true feelings. Let him guess. Let that damned animal try to think of what she was feeling as she hung from the rafters, her body wired to that humming generator.
Hank only laughed again, reaching down and squeezing the head of his hard, thick cock. Janice's eyes were glazed, a hot, tight feeling developing in the pit of her stomach and shooting down to her clit. Yes, that right clamp was only an inch away from her sex center, its teeth soaked with her flowing juices now. Janice wriggled her head from side to side, knocking away stray strands of her blonde hair. When would he throw the switch?
He was twisting one small dial with chipped, white numbers painted all around the edges. The humming increased, the pitch going a little higher. Janice found herself bracing for the ordeal, her fingers tightening again around the chains while her toes curled until they cramped. A strange kind of warming sensation began radiating through the clamps, making her clit throb in time with the pulsing electricity rushing through the wires. And that dildo up her ass! It seemed to be growing as electricity flowed through the shaft and into her intestines. Janice raised her knees slowly, doubling up with something halfway between pain and pleasure as her body shuddered under the electrical attack.
"Yeah, you like it, huh? I can see that, man, see it real good," Hank muttered, his hand twisting the dial back to off.
"Uhhhh…"
Her legs straightened once more, her fingers loosening around the chains holding her to the rafters. Janice bit down on her lower lip. That little rush of electricity in her cunt, her asshole and her nipples had stimulated her almost as much as several minutes of hard fucking. She had jerked, had felt something pleasurable dousing her body, raising gooseflesh. There was more, she was certain, coming for her.
"Glad you liked the overture," Hank said, his fingers tensing around the dial. "'Cause here comes the main work."
Janice readied herself as best she could.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Noooo!"
Her cries were to no avail. The dial turned, another flood of electricity rippled through the wires. Janice started to shiver, her violent shuddering making the chains rattle in a staccato rhythm. Her asshole felt clogged with that sputtering dildo as more and more electricity rushed into her body.
Janice jerked from side to side, biting down hard. Her head throbbed from the increased dosage while her tits bobbed up from her heaving chest. Her breaths came in broken gasps as her chest tightened. Was this how it felt to be electrocuted in slow motion? Janice cried out, feeling her nipples thicken, actually swell under the increased electricity. Her clit was filling, blooming as if it would burst with joy! Joy? Yes, that's what it was, incredible joy drained from this electrical torture! Janice let out an unholy howl, closing her eyes and shouting again and again with unspeakable delight as the electricity made every nerve ending in her body stand up and sing.
"Uhhhhh… uuuhhhhh," she grunted.
Hank watched as more juice seeped from her fuckhole, wetting, down the tangled, blonde matting of her pussy hairs. He knew she was enjoying this in spite of her wild cries for him to stop.
"No, no more… ughhhhh… no more, can't… can't take any more… ugh…"
Janice was growing weak and dizzy from the onslaught of electricity. Hank said something crude to her, then moved the dial a little more. Oh, God, it was like having sets of hands slapping her. She tensed again, her knees jerking up and banging together as the woman began losing control of her muscles. They were spasming, clenching and unclenching from the electricity flowing through them.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Yet another new flow of charges, and yet another reaction to them.
"Come on, baby, come on and loosen up you'll love the next bit."
Hank twisted the dial again. Janice screamed, her head snapping back while shards of electronic glass sliced through the fibers of her every nerve. Her fingers fanned out and curled, trembling uncontrollably as the chains clanked and rattled about her head. Her knees jerked up, fell back down, then jerked up once more. Janice felt something warm trickling down her thighs and knew she was pissing. Yes, the woman was losing control of all her functions, and she worried for a moment that she would be shitting herself, as well. That awful dildo plugging her ass was keeping the shit up and packed down. But what if it should slip out and… oh, the thought made her sick as she bounced and jerked on the iron chains like a crazed puppet.
"Yagghghhh… ooohhhooowww!"
Her ass muscles tightened like a fist, bubbles of air escaping around the sputtering silver dildo.
"More!" Hank shouted above her terrified, tortured screams.
"Yaggghhhh!"
Hank turned the dial yet another notch and watched as Janice swayed madly, her wrists tugging wildly at the leather cuffs.
"Come on, baby, dance it up for me, dance it good," he mocked.
Janice felt as if a rocket had slammed into her belly. Her tits, belly, cunt and ass felt as if someone had dumped hundreds of burning coals onto them as the muscles tightened once again. Oh, God, she would strangle herself with that damned electricity. Again and again, the woman tried to scream out her pain, her terror, her excitement. But now the electricity seemed to have paralyzed her vocal chords. Gasping, choking sounds came from her half opened mouth while her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably.
"Uhghhhh!"
Hank raised the setting again. Now something else was happening, something she fought with what strength she had left, and lost. Climax! Yes, a climax under all this horror. It was coming over her as surely as a rushing wall of water from a burst dam. Her lips began to turn dark red, then purple while diamonds of spittle stood on her lips. More cuntjuice seeped from her fuckhole, wetting down the clamps and threatening to corrode the wires slapping together between her legs.
"Oh, oh, ohhh…"
It came in long, shocking waves, her muscles around hr pussy spasming, clenching at the clamps while her clit erupted in a white-hot burst of orgasm. Janice screwed up her face, her cries, only long hissing sounds while spasm after spasm racked the frantic woman.
"More?"
Speech was beyond the woman hanging there from the garage ceiling. Her face became a blur, her long blonde hair whipping over her tits as sparks flecked off the clamps and into the thickening air. There was the smell of electricity matched by the odor of singed hair and flesh. Janice had no idea how many volts were tearing into her body, didn't even care. The electricity seemed to prolong her orgasm, to keep those mind-shattering spasms going on and on! How lovely it was, how incredibly wonderful it was to have a climax that threatened never to stop!