It was only when Jack dragged her downstairs that she realized reality was only too close.
He had roped her carefully to his work bench, bending out one leg until it was parallel to the cracked concrete floor and tying the ankle to one edge of the worn counter top. Rhonda bent her left leg a little for balance, sobbing and whimpering when Gus took both arms and stretched them forward while Jack slipped a three-foot length of quarter-inch line around her wrists, crosscrossing the rope until it snugged tightly over her flesh. He pulled her arms forward until she had to lean slightly to ease the tension around her shoulders and elbows. Gus secured the rope to the other end of the workbench, making her completely open to anything from behind.
Rhonda looked around her with growing terror, moving her left foot around to try to ease the tension on her arms and bound leg. The men staggered down the stairs to look at her, commenting on the way she appeared, bound and helpless.
Jack winked at them and disappeared around the corner. When he returned, he was holding what appeared to be a long wand. Blinking her eyes clear and shaking the hair from her eyes, she saw it was a long black-handled device with a clear glass tube of about eight inches protruding from it. At the tip of the rod was a tiny ball, also of glass. There appeared to be dial settings on the base of the handle.
Jack turned around, smiling at the woman, then switching the dial until a buzzing, crackling sound filled the room. The men grew silent, leaning on the handrail of the basement stairs and watching with growing interest as Rhonda shrank away from the awful thing.
"It's called a violet wand," Jack said, moving the rod in front of the woman.
In an instant, Rhonda knew what it was. She could only see the glass glowing a deep purple while sparks occasionally shut from the glass ball at the top.
"They used it a long time ago for medicine or something. I souped it up. I think you're gonna like it."
Rhonda shook her head silently back and forth, her face whitening with terror. Instinctively, the woman pulled back at the bonds, twisting her wrists and ankles as she watched Jack move the wand closer to her tits.
He finally brought it down, sending a stream of static electricity biting into her rigid brown nipples.
"Ahhhh!"
Rhonda nearly fell to the floor as the crackling electricity burned into her tit flesh. She threw back her head, her eyes rolling while she shrank away from the painful touch. It was as if a powerful set of sharp-toothed jaws were nibbling on her nipple, threatening to tear it off.
"Yaghghghhhh!"
Rhonda flinched back once more as Jack touched the rod against her other nipple, watching as her tits slapped together. He brought the thing down to her belly, watching as her stomach spasmed and her body shivered against the work bench. It was all the woman could du to keep from falling to the floor. She knew that if she did, she would be twisted around painfully, perhaps fatally if they gut carried away with the electricity.
Jack moved back go her ass, bringing the wand down inches above her spine. Rhonda tensed, feeling the tiny hairs covering her white shivering flesh like a fine down standing up from the pulsing electricity so close to her skin. Her face whitened again as he moved the wand around to her fleshy, full asscheeks. It was when he brought the thing up between her sweaty asscheeks that Rhonda began screaming again. Pitching forward, she let out shout after shout, spit frothing over her lips while Jack moved the electric wand back and forth over the sensitive flesh between her cunt and asshole.
Just when the woman thought she was going to faint, Jack pulled the violet wand away from her body, bringing it around to her tits once more and holding it inches away from her nipples. Rhonda whimpered, waiting to feel the stinging touch of that awful thing against her nipples.
It was a horror, the electricity stinging into her nipples, pulsing through her tits until they felt as if they were swollen and about to tear off. She shouted, yammering loudly, sobbing and feeling herself growing faint. Still, Jack kept the wand there. The electricity seemed to intensify, almost frying her body as she sank from reality and collapsed, twisted on her ropes, unconscious while the wand still sent sparks into her body.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"The bitch awake yet?"
"Yeah. Look at the way she's movin'."
Rhonda could hear them talking while she still kept her eyes shut tightly. She could feel the painful pulling on her shoulders and thighs, realizing she was hanging down from the corner of the work bench. She knew she couldn't stay this way much longer. Her muscles were cramping terribly while her bone sockets were popping from the awkward strain. Still, the woman was terrified of showing them she was conscious.
She groaned softly, her head hurting. All her muscles tightened then relaxed, feeling stiff. Breathing slowly and easily, she listened to the men carefully as they walked around her. Someone poked his finger against her belly, making her wheeze slightly. She pretended to be half conscious, hiding the flutter in her belly. When Jack moved in front of her, she peered from under one slitted eyelid. She saw he still held that awful electric wand in his hand.
He moved to the side and hefted one big tit by its tip. Rhonda put every ounce of her being into remaining still. She heard Jack move around, some of the men whispering around her. Then she felt his hands pulling at her waist. Rhonda cringed at the touch, but Jack didn't appear to notice. She let him move behind her, heard him stopping.
Then there was that sound, that awful sound of the wand buzzing and sparking behind her. Rhonda opened her eyes, staring wide-eyed into the eyes of some man in front of her who was jacking off. She saw his big prick, the thick blue veins throbbing against the flesh while his blue eyes sparkled with delight.
Suddenly, she felt something very hot and tingling shoot through her like a bullet. Jack had shoved the wand up her shitter, twisting the glass rod around until at least two inches was buried up her ass guts.
"Yaghghhhh!"
Rhonda twisted up to her original standing position, her muscles spasming. Gagging with the dull pain throbbing in her ass, the woman felt her guts kinking up while agony raced through her body. Her eyes bulged wider as her legs twisted and ridged from the electrical onslaught. It seemed as if her ass and belly were on fire at the same time, her bowels contracting and cramping, pushing the shit back and forth as she grunted in panic. She stared at Gus in front of her, her mouth wide, gasping, for air.
Her terror and pain showed clearly on her face.
"Not so sleepy now, are you, baby?" Jack said.
"No, take it out, take it out!"
As much as Rhonda wanted that wand slipped from her shitter, she was terrified to move too violently in her wild attempts to dislodge the sparkling invader. Frightened that the glass would break and gouge her bowel lining, the woman stood as quietly as she could, her asscheeks flexing and tightening, her bowels moving and kinking while she prayed that she wouldn't disgrace herself and shit all over her thighs.
"Uhhhh!"
Rhonda shook her head, her arms aching as she yanked and pulled at the cuffs chafing her bleeding wrists more and more. Her head lolled from shoulder to shoulder, her hair splashing across her tits while she stood on tiptoes until her arches throbbed with pain.
"Let her swallow that thing up her ass, man! She looks good jumpin' around with that wand shoved up her ass!" Gus cried out.
The others agreed, jacking their pricks slowly, rhythmically, watching as Rhonda twisted on the glass sparking spike. Jack stopped fucking the rod in and out for a moment, cocking his head to one side and narrowing his eyes while slipping it in steadily, one inch at a time, until nearly six inches of the sparking wand was pushed into her asshole.