Scott slid under the rack and tilted up his head, working his fingers over his groin while sucking hard at one of her nipples. Vickie shuddered, crying for help, knowing full well there could be none. He was working one hand around her pussy now, pinching her cuntlips so hard tears oozed from her "Aiyeeeeeeee!"
The tall blond edged out from under the rack and signaled his buddies to keep going. Vickie whimpered as the rack continued its course. Soon, she was upside down, her tits pushing up against her chin. The cuffs around her ankles hurt horribly! The young girl moaned. Then she saw Scott approaching her with something. Even upside down Vickie could see he had a pair of clamps with wire attached to the backs. Twisting her head around as far as she could, the blonde teen realized someone had brought up a portable generator, something she remembered her father used to have in his basement workshop. It was bolted to a small table now wheeled next to the rack.
"Dance time," Scott said ironically.
"Yeah, let's see how web she can dance upside down. She's, gotta keep in practice for all those dances we'll have next fall," Paul said, the others laughing at the helpless girl.
The two apparent leaders of this vicious episode took the clamps and opened them, fastening the toothed edges to her outer cunt-lips. Each man was commenting on how wet she was, how puffy her cunt-lips were as they let the sharp teeth of the electrical clamps sink into the soft, moist pussy flesh.
"Unnnnnnn!" Vickie moaned, feeling the metal teeth biting her sensitive cunt-meat. Oh, God, it reminded her of that awful animal, that large, beautiful German shepherd that had nearly torn her apart with his maw. Now only cold metal was touching her. There were more clamps, one awfully dose to her tit.
"Now her nipples."
Scott and Paul carefully opened the clamps and fastened them to each of her long, dark red nipples. The young woman's body shivered at their touch. What awful thing was going to happen? She rolled her eyes down and saw Scott leaning against the portable table on which the generator sat. He fingered the worn wooden handle, looking down at her, smiling, then returning his stare to the generator. They were plugging in the wires attached to the clamps, sticking them into the various terminals on the back of the device. Soon, she was totally wired. The men stood back while Scott gave the handle a half turn.
"Huhhhhhh!"
Stiffening her body, Vickie shook violently in her bonds. The rattle of the small chains holding her fast in the arch filled the room while another groan escaped from her tips. She felt the small current tear at her nipples, feeling like a thousand tiny pins pricking her tit-tips. Her pussy convulsed at the first jolt of the electric current. Vickie felt her clit pop up hard, sputtering with its own electrical juice. She shivered again, her groans turning to quiet sobs. Scott smiled, pleased with her reaction.
"Not bad. She's got a good reaction – good and sensitive."
He gave the generator another half-turn. This time he moved the handle quickly, sending a short but far more powerful current into the wires.
Vickie's eyes popped open and bugged out. She thought someone had sliced her body open with a saber. The current passed through her nipples, making the hard flesh turn a dark purple. The young woman screamed, arching her back, pulling desperately at the bonds holding her to the arch. Juice gushed from her fuck-hole, wetting down her thighs oozing down her belly up to her chest and finally reaching her chin. The blonde teen could smell herself better now, could finally taste her juices as they flowed from her snatch.
"More, man, more!"
Scott smiled and started turning the handle around continuously, gradually increasing the speed, sending more and more electricity into the blonde's twisting body.
Vickie couldn't scream any longer. She felt nausea sweeping over her like a wave while her body danced and jiggled in its tight bonds. Her nipples burned and twitched as small sparks danced between them and the metal teeth biting them. She could feel her asscheeks jiggling as she jerked and writhed under the vicious electrical attack. Her cunt was winking shut, opening wide, then snapping shut uncontrollably. The electricity was doing wild things with her muscles, making her pussy come and come.
Vickie twisted around in her private hell. Orgasmic sensations tore through her mind, mixing with sensations of excruciating pain. The girl could feel herself edging toward some crisis, some awful precipice ahead.
"See if you can take this," Scott said, whirling the handle around.
"Aiyeeeeeee!"
Vickie's body arched as sparks flew from her nipples and cunt. Her face was a mask of horror and pain. Her mouth opened but only hoarse, guttural sounds came out. The girl's eyes widened, then snapped shut as she let out an ear-piercing shriek.
She had fainted.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The young girl remained unconscious for over an hour. When she awoke, Vickie discovered she'd been removed from the vertical rack. Opening her eyes, the blonde teenager felt something warm and wet against one side of her face. It was Ranger, the large German shepherd.
She saw his dark-brown eyes rolling around in his head and caught sight of his killer fangs just behind the black rubbery lips. He was licking her awake. She giggled at the sensation of his tongue washing over her face.
Then Vickie realized there was nothing at all funny about this. They had removed her from one set of bonds and slipped her into another.
"Finally awake," Scott said. He appeared less drunk. The others were nowhere to be seen. "Paul and the other guys went back to the fret house about an hour ago. That's how long you've been out," he said, reaching down and picking up another can of beer.
An hour! Why had they returned?
"We thought two cunts'd be better than one. That one girl, Shari… man, she's a hot little number! Your fuckin' president, Nancy Shore, told us about her. Seems she never went through any kind of initiation. Well, that's gonna change."
Shari! They were going to drag her here to witness this shame! Vickie blushed all over. "Please don't bring her in here. Please, I'll do anything, I'll…"
"Suck my cock for starters," Scott said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his half-erect cock. "Suck…?"
Vickie had never done this before, had never even thought about it. But considering all she'd done and had had done to her this evening, a man's dick wouldn't be out of the ordinary.
"You haven't got much of a choice," Scott said dryly, working his fingers slowly over his hard flesh, milking his prong gently until it was standing straight out from between his opened Levi's.
He was right. Before the men left they had tied her in another grotesque position. Her belly rested on the top wide board of a kind of sawhorse, her ankles and wrists fastened with cuffs and chains to the legs of the device. She was bent over the horse, but able to raise her head level to Scott's dick.
"Interesting, isn't it?" Scott said, moving up to her and trading his fingers down the bumps of her spine. Vickie shuddered at his touch. "The others are gone for a while. I've got you all to myself. Don't have to worry about pleasing the others, about them butting in."
Scott's voice was thickening as his fingers worked lower until they were caressing her asscheeks. Vickie felt them kneading the soft, resilient flesh, felt them sliding into her butt rack and up to her tiny shit-hole.
"That's for later," he said with effort, backing away and moving up front. She felt his hands touch her shoulders. Raising her head, the young man pushed his cock forward.
"Ugh!"
The sour odor of stale sweat and cum made the girl wrinkle up her nose and forehead. She felt dizzy, nauseous with the idea he was going to stick that dirty thing in her mouth.