"Yaggghhhhhhh!"
Hank twisted the dial up yet another notch. He saw that Janice would soon pass out from the rush of electricity. With a quick flick, he turned the machine down, then off, watching aster body tensed, then sagged immediately in the chains.
"Ohhhh," slit moaned.
It was as if every bone in her body had been crushed by the onrushing current. Janice thought for a moment she had lost her heartbeat. There, it started again! Oh, how weak she was!
"Goddamned cunt… man, you got me hot twistin' around like that," Hank said, turning off the generator and reaching up to her tits.
Janice groaned as he tore the clamps from her swollen nipples, reached wound and yanked the dildo from her ass, then opened the pincers from her cuntlips. There was the soft clattering sound of the wires and clamps falling to the floor. Janice groaned again, her head lolling from side to side while the spasms from her cum still rocketed through her tortured body. Now she could feel the leather cuffs chafing her wrists again. She must have rubbed her flesh raw from all the bouncing and twisting she had created while the electricity rushed through her body! Only now did the woman feel the pain around her wrists and shoulders. Someone was calling her. Hank, shouting at her. She groaned again, her head falling back.
"Come on, bitch, come to!"
He slapped her again and again, his fingers leaving long red marks on her cheeks until she came around. Hank was reaching up again, doing something with the leather cuffs. Oh, he was releasing them, pulling open the straps, holding her up with one hand while unfastening the bonds imprisoning her.
Janice slumped down over his broad shoulders, feeling as if she wanted to die right there. Nothing was left for her. She had endured the ultimate, being strapped up there in chains and electrocuted. But Hank had not been satisfied. Like a raging bull, he carried her over his shoulders, letting her slip down to the couch her daughter had been raped on hours ago.
"Uhhh… oh no, no," she murmured.
But Janice was far too weak to resist. He could rape her, beat her, do what he wanted with her. She was in no condition to fight him. Twisting her around on the sofa, Hank spread her legs apart easily with one knee, squeezing between her thighs. With his big hands he reached down and peeled back her cuntlips, then leaned forward and opened up his zipper. The woman saw his cock, his big, thick, long prick twitching and jerking against her pussy. Weakly, the woman tried inching back, feeling the dirty, scratchy material tickling her spine and asscheeks.
"God!" she gasped.
Janice threw her head back. Her mouth opened, and she let out strangled cries as Hank held her tightly, pinning her to the old couch with his prick as if she were an insect pinned to an examining table. Janice shuddered as the torture of the electricity and his pounding prick shattered her mind and her pride.
"Take it, you Goddamned slut. You're gonna take every fuckin' inch of it like you did the last time, only now you're hot to trot, really steamed up from that electricity," Hank growled.
He was holding her fast, his hands rubbing and squeezing her sore, swollen tits. How her nipples ached from the clamps that had chewed into them. Hank didn't care about how she felt, what she said, how she groaned under his insistent, heavy body. He grunted, shaking the sweat from his forehead while squeezing yet more inches of his pulsing cock into her fuckhole.
"Uhhhhh… oooohhhh!" she whimpered. Oh, it was happening again, triggered once more by the pain of this brutal rape. The itching force of climax, that awful sensation was coming again, stinging her clit. He was fucking her tirelessly with jackhammer strokes, filling and spreading her itching, elastic pussy more and more.
"Cum, cum, cum," Janice found herself whispering, lust boiling like heated oil between her legs. His cock pounded into her cunt without mercy while wild images burned her brain.
"Yeah, I'll cum, all right, burn out your fuckin' outsides with my prick."
"No, no, ughhhhh!"
Cries of unspeakable lust jolted from her throat as another climax, perhaps more furious than the last, burst through her cunt. It was as if the world had shattered to fiery pieces, each one crashing down into her pussy and igniting her clit. And all the time, his bruising, ramming prick ripped her to pieces. Yes, torn to pieces, shredded by this animal mounting her, torturing her!
"Yaggghhhhhhh!"
Every bone in her body rattled to the fury of her climax. Janice felt herself surging out of control, her hips thrusting up and down, up and down wildly while her body felt it was being pricked by thousands of red-hot needles. Hank thrust harder and harder, his body stiffening suddenly, his fingers nearly crushing her shoulders. There was a moment of a sudden silence. And then… there was a wild cry from his throat. It was the shout of triumph, the cry of a male having overpowered a woman, fucking her into submission. Janice matched his shout with a cry of her own as fountains of jizz burned into her slick cuntwalls.
"Ughghhhhh… cummmmmmm!"
Her pussy kept on throbbing and trembling while Hank fired again and again into her cunt, the spurts of cum shooting like bullets, then spattering against her pussy walls.
Janice had no idea how long this horror show had lasted. When it was over, she lay exhausted, defeated, overwhelmed on the couch, one leg hanging over the edge of the sofa while her arms were draped over her chest. She was breathing slowly, evenly as she looked up at the big man, her eyes full of tears. Her lower lip quivered as she thought of the shame she had brought upon herself and her family.
Hank climbed off her, shaking a remaining drop of cum from his pulsing prickhead. It spattered against the woman's left thigh. Strutting a few feet, he stopped by the generator, stroking the rounded top almost lovingly. Then, with an amused lift of the brow, Hank returned to where Janice lay in a puddle of sweat and jizz.
"So, you liked it, huh? You dug being strung up like that, havin' all that juice goin' through you, clit?" he asked, nudging her with one toe.
Janice sobbed out an answer, turning her face from him. How could she lie? Oh, dear God, how could she lie and tell him no when all the time he knew it was true! He had seen her twitch like a whore in heat while she hung there helplessly in chains. He had watched her convulse with climax as electricity burned her body, then watched her cum again when he had fucked her so brutally. She was a bitch, a slut. Janice drew back from him, wishing she could have a knife to end her miserable life.
"I'm through with you, baby… at least for the time being. Go on," he said wearily, kicking her clothes over to her. "Get the fuck dressed and outta here. I don't want my son seein' you naked like that. Might give 'im a bad impression."
Janice dressed as quickly as she could, her muscles aching from the horrible ordeal she had endured. And Hank watched her, his eyes laughing, that horrible smile of his curling up his lips. Oh, he was something from hell, a demon sent here on earth to capture and torment her. And she had once thought he would be the solution to all her problems!
"Now get on and get outta here," Hank said as the woman straightened her clothes. "Maybe in an hour or so you could send over your daughter. Yeah, that'd be good."
"No!"
Janice felt another wave of nausea sweep over her. He was talking about Sharon. She wasn't going to let these crawling pigs here destroy her only daughter. No, they could do with her what they chose, but leave Sharon alone.
"That's what you say now, babe. But you don't know what's gonna happen in the future."