Betti lay there breathless, feeling the clamps biting into her body like tiny animals nibbling at her tits, cunt and asshole. She remembered being wired up before, squirming in pain and pleasure atop the car while those wires beat against her wriggling body. It was happening all over again. But this time, Brad had implied there would be more pain. In a moment she knew what he meant.
She watched the big fingers strip the handle watched the small dial move around, once, then felt knives tearing through her muscles. It was the worst agony she had experienced yet! Betti screamed, arching her spine and beating the back of her skull against the floor while her arms and legs jerked frantically against the restraining bonds. She screamed until her throat throbbed, spit frothing on her lips while her eyes bugged out.
Shocks ripped at her tits while her bowels cramped horribly under the electric attack.
And then it was over. Betti fell back exhausted to the floor, dragging in raspy lung full of air as her vision came back. It was there she realized her mother was moaning as well, her body jerking and twitching like a speared fish inches from her. She tea had been wired to the hand-crank generator.
"No more, oh God, no more," Betti sighed.
But that was simply a cue for Brad to get on with it. He turned the crank again, sending more voltage into their bodies. Both women jerked obscenely on the floor, their bodies writhing and snapping uncontrollably.
Betti felt her bones throbbing as if they would shatter from the pressure and pain. Her joints ached while her flesh felt as if it were on fire and being peeled from her muscles. She howled in agony, her mouth a torn-open scar while she pulled against the rope holding her to the support beam.
Brad looked at the two women with growing interest, twisting the crank around and around faster and faster. They shrieked and shrilled more loudly, their bodies twisting and jumping more frenziedly against the cold concrete floor. Betti felt shocks jolting her clit while her ass guts seemed to catch fire and burn up and out to her shitter. She farted continually, piss spraying from her fuck-hole and shorting out the wires jiggling around her cunt. Her lips had turned purple and diamonds of spit stood on her chin and cheeks. Cunt juice speckled and dried on her tense, rippling thighs while the searing pain ripping her insides apart made her scream more loudly than ever.
Betti could hear her mother shrieking, her cries becoming more and more plaintive as the amperage burned through her flesh. Betti tried looking at the woman by her side. But the agony kept Betti flat against the floor, beating her body against the concrete.
Brad was turning the crank around faster and faster now, sweat dripping from his forehead, Kathy had arched her spine and lay bridged over the floor. She shivered, her body growing so taut the men thought it would snap in two. Her muscles were hard as steel, shivering and rippling against her sweaty-damp flesh while sparks flashed occasionally from her purplish nipples. Her eyes were wild, wide, rolled up in her head until only the whites showed while her tongue lolled over her lips. It was impossible to know whether she was conscious or not. The electricity had taking over all control, surging her body while her cries had turned into gagged, strangled moans.
Betti still fought that awful current blasting into her. But she felt something odd happening to her again, the same sort of thing that had happened with the firecrackers. Her cunt clinched, moved and twisted like a fist as if… as if she were being fucked by a long, hard, thick prick. Betti wailed pain stalking her like a wild animal while her cunt jerked and spasmed in climax. It was a wonderful feeling, the orgasm intensified by the agony sparking through her electrocuted body. She shuddered, jerking against the rope holding her down while the smell of her burning flesh excited her.
Brad was excited, turning the crank faster until his hand was a whir.
Betti thought her skull would explode. She could feel her flesh sizzling while her cunt surged to orgasm one more time. Her mother's cries were no more than a faded memory as she jerked and twisted in an obscenely erotic rhythm to the burning amperage.
Brad's balls ached. Quickly, he shut the machine down, puling off the wires while the girl rolled back and forth, screaming and crying out after feeling the current stop, Betti sobs and cries only aroused him more as he pulled down his jeans and knocked her knees apart.
After having fucked her mother in the mouth, the blond youth was excited once again by the thrashing, wailing, tortured girl.
"No!" Betti cried out.
Brad impaled her pussy, his hands squeezing her injured nipples while he fucked his cock deep, ripping through her bruised cunt and stinging her clit. The itching, aching force of her climax spread through her pussy. Betti scratched her fingers against the floor, feeling her body shuddering as his prick struck her clit again and again like a hammer.
"Yagh! Yagh! Ugh!"
His prick was grinding her insides, pounding her pussy while gouts of his cum spilled into her guts. Betti shouted, feeling her orgasm peak.
Oh God, God in heaven, this was so much better than anything she had ever felt in her life! Why in God's name had she fought it for so long? She came and came and came, wishing the fucking would never end.
CHAPTER TEN
Betti's climax had peaked like a thunderbolt, the power of it shattering her mind and making her twist like a rutting animal in the gutter. But that was some time ago. Betti had had time to think since then. She had quivered with a wild ecstasy, her cunt sparking while her nerve endings were quivering with the memory of that awful electric torture. Now it was over.
She lay huddled in one corner of the darkened garage, ropes binding her wrists and ankles together while a rubber ball gag had been stuffed in her mouth, secured with a leather thong. Jack had wanted that. Be said it turned him on, seeing her tied up. Betti didn't doubt it. But what else could he do to her? He had fucked her so many times, had beaten her, degraded her. Surely he would tire of her and let her go.
Her mother? Betti cleared her mind, trying to think about Kathy, and finding only a blank there. Had they let her mother go? No. She didn't think so. They had roped Betti while her mother lay groaning in pain on the floor, shoving her behind this partition and slamming the door. Would they forget her? She doubted that…
Things were not going well for Kathy, either. Unlike her daughter, the woman was the focus of much attention right now. They had left her on the floor for the moment, while they tied up Betti and dragged her off to the corner.
In that small period of time, Kathy had managed to creep toward the side door. She saw it was unlocked. Yes, she could get through it, maybe run for help. She no longer thought about the scandal that would follow her discovery. Just getting out, getting help was the only thing that mattered. She let out a sigh, stretching one hand up and touching the brass knob with her fingertips. There! It was turning. "Ow!"
Jack had caught her. He had purposely left the door unlocked that way to give her false hope. That, perhaps, was the worst torture of all. She drew back, crawfishing away from him as best she could.
"You think you can get away from us… with your daughter here? You'd leave her alone with us? I doubt it," he sneered.
Kathy tried to rise to her feet, but fell back, her muscles weak. Jack saw her weakness and laughed, pleased with what he'd accomplished.
"The daughter's okay for now. Grab this slut while I get some things ready," Jack said to the other boys.
Kathy's head lolled, her will and strength ebbing once more. Joe and Brad dragged her forward, more willing to obey Jack now that they each had had turns fucking the women.
There were clattering sounds coming from the other end of the building, where Jack had disappeared. He returned. At first, Kathy thought of more electrical torture of more beatings. But no, this was different. She looked more closely, leaning forward while the youths still held her tightly around the upper arms. It was a kind of stove, the outdoor kind, but more antiquated than anything she'd seen in the stores.