"No!"
The girl jerked her head back, banging her skull against the wood behind her. The thing was sharp as a scalpel, pushing up against her throat. She coughed, her eyes widening while her nostrils flared in fear. They were going to spear her alive with needles! Betti dug her fingernails deeply into her sweaty damp palms, her heart beating faster and faster.
The needle withdrew, only to be followed by a second and third needle pushed through the opening near her tits.
Betti groaned, hearing the steady scraping advance of the needles before she felt the tiny puncture wounds. In that moment, she flattened her shoulder blades as best she could against the wood behind her. She whimpered, instinctively trying to pull her hands up to her tits to protect them. But she could hardly move her arms. The needles came too quickly piercing her tits, nearly cutting through the tender, pulsing flesh. Betti let out a sob, trying to recoil from the attack. But her knees banged against the front of the long box. There was nothing she could do except stand there and endure what the pulleys did to her. She cried out again, feeling rage mixed in with her sense of helplessness.
More needles steadily advanced. She felt the awful tiny spears puncturing her nipples, that hot, painful feeling making her clit quiver while more pussy juice oozed from her fuck-slot.
There in the darkness of the box, Betti knew she could react as she chose without worrying what the others would think of her. The fear, the pain, the darkness all contributed to those awful lusty, lewd feelings that had confused her so many times in the past. Here she could give vent to them.
The boys were busy, she thought wryly, feeling two needles slipping up against her ass. One was well aimed, pricking her asshole and making her let out a tiny fart. She could hear laughter and knew Jack and the others heard her. She blushed, more needles pricking into her belly and ass. It was a steady onslaught. The searing pain, the delicious agony, and the fear tore into her cunt and belly and ass and tits. It was like having tiny teeth nibbling about her, making her clit hard while her cunt tightened and tingled.
"Uhhhh… oooooh!"
Betti beat her knuckles against the sides of the case in a rhythm to match the pricking needles. They seemed to be digging deeper into her body, the ones around her cunt especially hot and knifing as they poked into her puffy, swollen cuntlips. Betti threw back her head and howled in awful resignation, her eyes closed, her jaw trembling as spasm after spasm raced through her pussy.
"Uhhhh… oh God, no more, no more!" Betti moaned.
Again and again she begged them to stop, humping her belly against the front of the case as the sensations grew more and more concentrated and intense. She knew she was about to cum, climax here in the darkened box while those needles threatened to skewer her alive. It was then the twisting, poking needles stopped for a moment.
Betti regained some control over herself, shaking the sweat from her eyes and listening like the cornered, trapped animal she was. There were more scraping sounds. She thought she could hear Tina protesting once more, the whimpers followed by several loud slaps. Betti couldn't be sure. She could hear all too well the pounding of her own heart, the racing of her pulse while her cunt throbbed with its own delightful, spasmodic rhythm.
There were more sounds, metallic sounds that made Betti nervous. What were they doing out there? "Aghghghghghhhhhh!"
In a flashing instant, she knew. They had wired some of the needles to a generator. Now the prickling spears were alive with amperage, sending sparks of current flashing through her trapped body while they continued to pierce her flesh. Betti shrieked, her body thrashing around in the box so mightily she threatened to topple the thing. The girl could smell her flesh being burned while her tits and cunt and asshole spasmed out of control. Her skin seemed to be alive with flames while her pussy climaxed again and again.
She was one big cunt, hot and wet and milking as her eyes rolled madly. Betti couldn't believe the delight sparking through her body. The electricity was making her cum continually, holding her at that peak while her pussy muscles knotted up until they cramped and throbbed.
She couldn't even cry out her delight. She hammered her knuckles against the sides of the box until they bled, cumming and cumming until her body was drenched in sweat.
"Uhhhhhh…"
Just when the girl thought she would collapse in the coffin-like box, the current stopped. She was still shivering and jerking, her tits rubbing up and down against the front of the box while her cunt reveled in the prickling heat of the lancing needles.
The door of the box suddenly opened and a burst of cool damp air washed against her sweating skin. Jack caught her as her knees gave way and she fell forward. He was holding her back against the rear of the box, his eyes dancing merrily.
"Enjoying yourself? Sure as hell sounded like you were gettin' off in there," Jack said.
"No, no, lemme alone," she murmured, unable to look him in the face.
"No, I don't think you want that… least of all, right now."
"Oh, Betti, I tried to get them to stop, but…" Another smack silenced the hanging girl Betti didn't even turn to see her friend. It was useless to protest, to beg them for anything. Jack had warped these youths' minds, bending them to his sick way of thinking.
He had nearly done that with her, Betti thought, looking up through her long blonde lashes. But she would resist. She would fight the feelings running rampant even now in her. She would fight anything to keep her own identity, even if that meant fighting her own mother. "Now, I think we're gonna finally finish this little slut off for a while… do somethin' that's gonna make her remember us. You can watch, Tina, 'cause the same thing's gonna happen to you!"
Tina bit her trembling lower lip, her eyes wide with terror as she looked at the marks on her friend. While Betti had been trapped in that awful box, the boys had brought out more "toys" from the back of the garage.
One was narrow and tall – a sturdy wooden device, rectangular in nature, steadied by a – broad firm base attached to the upright boards with four small two-by-fours nailed in at fortyfive degree angles. There was an inner frame attached to the outer two upright supports, the frame about one foot above the broad base board. Tied to the corners of the frame were slim black leather thongs that now hung limply. Betti drew back, her flesh crawling. She saw immediately the inner frame could rotate around like the inside of a free-standing beauty mirror. The box and the needles and the current had been more than enough to weaken her. This surely would drive her to the hospital! She shrugged away from the young men grabbing at her, slapping futilely at Jack, then beating her fists against his massive chest. But her escape attempts were futile. The ass only shook their heads and pursued her, dragging her screaming and protesting to the frame.
She could hear Tina wailing as well, the young brunette seeing herself up on the frame in a few minutes.
Joe held Betti while Jack and his buddy pulled her hands to either upper corner of the inner frame. He fastened the leather thongs tightly around her chafed wrists, criss crosing the restraints just below her wrist bone and binding the bonds with a slip knot.
Betti pulled at the leather, feeling the thongs tighten even more with each move she made. It was with despair that the girl allowed Jack to finish his job, wrapping the thongs around her ankles and fixing her so that her body made a broad X in the frame.
"Now, for this."
He pushed the bottom of the frame forward, tilting her body backward so her ass anted out and hung invitingly for all to see.