"Fuck," Wayne said with a thin, evil grin. "Aunt Donna's already having convulsions."
It was the truth. Mark looked down at the sleek body of his aunt, watching with pleasure as she writhed and trembled with lust. She had the body of a young cheerleader and the face of a movie star, and just looking at her made Mark's cock throb with lust. "Fuck?" she whimpered in a broken voice. Pussyeam rolled down her qulvering cunt-lips in fat, juicy globs. "Cock? So many pretty cocks! Please stick some inside the whore!"
Donna's svelte body bucked and twisted against the tightly drawn chains. The sleek muscles in her arms and legs bunched with effort, and her flat little stomach was taut with strain. Sweat glistened in a sparkling sheen on her flawless skin. She looked like a jism dumping ground, and she was criss-crossed with welts and stained with piss, but she was still exquisitely beautiful. She was aiso out of her mind with lust.
Mark wanted to drive her a little crazier. He touched the wire to her cunt.
Donna squealed in pain, her hips bucking insanely under the electric touch of the wire. Fire crawled through her nervous system, filling her with a pain that felt like it might go on forever.
Her hips whipped up and down and from side to side in a maddened frenzy of desperate motion. The muscles in her long, lean legs stood out like steel cords beneath her velvety skin. Her eyes rolled back in her head and saliva drooled from both corners of her mouth. She couldn't seem to catch her breath, and her chest heaved as she gasped desperately for air.
"Shit," Tony said, watching the electricity course through his aunt's long, sleek body. "We better get her out of those fucking chains before we start letting her have it."
"Shit, she ain't going nowhere," the boy said, and bent down to do as Tony ordered. Donna hit the gravel still squirming, the pain of her impact nothing compared to the fiery anguish that was burning its way through her body. She looked up and all she could see were cruelly smiling boys holding lengths of wire.
"Look at that," Wayne said with a laugh. "I didn't think the old bitch had any fight left in her."
Donna pushed herself to her feet, feeling strangely naked with no chains holding her body. She staggered in the midst of the crowd of lusting boys, too dazed to know what direction she should walk, too weak to do more than weave drunkenly back and forth. Bolts of agony were shooting down her long, tapered legs. Her thighs no longer seemed to connect to her body quite right, and her cunt and asshole felt as though they were a foot wide and completely hollow.
"Not this!" she sighed, trying to muster the last shards of her shattered dignity. "You can all fuck me! You can fuck me to death for all I care, but not this! I'm not some kind of torture doll!"
"That's just what you are, Donna," Mark said, stepping in as if to embrace her. Instead he pressed the tip of his wire against her stiff right nipple. "A torture doll and a fuck doll and a toilet doll and anything else that turns us on. You're our slave, you dumb old cunt! If we want to cook you up and eat you for dinner you couldn't do a fucking thing about it!"
Donna barely heard what Mark said, but she understood all she had to. Her nerves caught fire under the burning scratch of the wire, the flames making her nipple pulse like an electrical transformer and the rounded mound of her tit vibrate with pain.
Then another boy plunged his wire against the rounded curve of her right asscheek, and Donna didn't know anything anymore.
She lost her balance, but she didn't fall. Instead she danced drunkenly in the midst of the crowd of boys, bouncing with the bursts of electricity that were sizzling through her sexy frame.
Wires touched her everywhere. They touched the silky triangle of Donna's cunt-hair and the trembling softness of her thighs. Wires scraped her jiggling tits and slender arms and soft, quivering stomach. A boy touched his wire to her full lower lip, and another stuck his against her ear. A boy stuck his wire between the tensed cheeks of her ass, and as the electricity sizzled into her through the tender inner flesh, Donna leapt a foot in the air.
Wayne was the first boy to touch his wire to the fragile lips of Donna's cunt. He caught the inner fold and then drove the wire relentlessly into the soft, pink flesh.
Her cunt-lips looked as if they were moving at light speed as they flapped desperately around the wire. Her pussy-cream poured out of her as though somebody had flushed a toilet inside her, bathing her thighs and Wayne's hand with a quart of sticky wetness.
The pain was more awful than anything the boys had yet done to her. It was as though she had been submerged in a pool of agony. Her hair stood up on end and gooseflesh swept across her creamy skin in waves of sensation.
"Dance, you dirty whore!" Wayne shouted, plunging his wire deeper inside her clasping, drooling cunt. "Shake that sexy ass! Make those tits bounce, you piss-drinking cow!"
Donna was jerking and shaking. Her head rolled on her shoulders, her long blonde hair trailing down her back. The muscles in her arms and legs quaked, pushing her body first in one direction and then another. Her hips bucked and jittered, her asscheeks flexing and her tiny stomach heaving. Spit drooled down her chin and her eyes were glazed and deadened. She looked like some kind of unearthly sex fiend, a seductive vampire ready to seize her prey.
She was the prey, though, and the boys who surrounded her were more turned on than ever watching the lewd spectacle of her sexy body's contortions. A boy touched a wire to the tip of Donna's nose and pain enveloped her head. As she screamed, another boy planted the end of his wire on her wet, pink tongue, and Donna's head jerked up and down. Then Mark plunged his wire right up against the pink, winking bud of her ashsole, and like some tall, sexy oak felled by a lumberman's ax, Donna tumbled. Donna hit the gravel hard, her tits and face all pounding deep into the gravel. Mark followed her down with his wire, actually managing to drive it a few inches up her clasping shitter.
Donna's asshole went completely lax as Mark fed it the punishing electricity, and she let several loud, long farts. The boys laughed at her, jabbing her harder with their wires. They laughed even louder when Donna shit all over herself, staining her creamy thighs with filthy waste.
The boys flipped her over, rolling her lush ass in the pile of shit she had just dropped. Wayne stuck at her cunt again as soon as Donna rolled over on her back, and this time he stabbed his wire right against her twitching little clit. Donna's hips shot a foot into the air.
Mark stuck his wire into her cunt, too, spearing her clit right next to where Wayne had hit her. Other boys shoved their wires at her fluttering cunt-lips and into the jerking muscles that traced her velvety inner thighs. Squads of boys stabbed their wires against her silky, heaving tits. Wires touched on her throbbing nipples and scraped along her plush, trembling tit-mounds.
A boy stabbed his wire into the tiny cup of her navel. Boys scraped their wires over the backs of her knees and into her armpits and over every other sensitive spot on her shattered, captive body. Wires pushed inside her quivering nostrils and traced her trembling lips and rested in her palms and on the soles of her feet. Everywhere the boys touched her with their tiny wires liquid fire poured through her, and Donna felt the world slipping away.
Without warning piss arched up out of her cunt to splatter the gravel between her kicking legs. Boys shouted and cursed as they were splashed with her piss, but no one gave up his position to avoid being splattered.
Boys laughed and called Donna filthy names, but the shame of having shit and pissed all over herself was nothing compared to the pain the boys were inflicting on her. Convulsions wracked her sinuous, sensual body. Her arms and legs trembled and jerked like the limbs of a puppet whose strings have been cut. Her ass whipped back and forth a foot off the ground in a maddened effort to escape the streams of electricity the boys were feeding her cunt and asshole. Her head jerked madly from one side to the other, her blonde hair flying about her face, her eyes glazed, her teeth chattering.