She groaned through clenched teeth, her head falling back as she closed her eyes. How it hurt! It was like a savage animal biting into her titmeat, tearing away at her flesh. And there was another one! In a moment Ellen could feel a second teeth of sharp teeth biting into her other nipple, distending the long, red nub from the weight of the clamp and wire.
Blinking the hot tears of pain from her eyes, she saw Reverend Davis untangle three more clamps, holding two while opening one and pulling the corresponding wire over her thighs. Lovingly, carefully, he used his free hand and spread her greasy, swollen cunt-lips apart, pushing the clip in and letting the teeth bite into the moist, dark-red meat of her inner cunt-folds. Ellen jerked her ass off the bench as best she could, her body restrained by the straps. Curling her fingers, she dug her nails into her sweaty-damp palms as more knives of mixed delight and pain soared through her body.
Reverend Davis clipped the second clamp inches below her clit, adjusting the tension of the wire to make certain it wouldn't slip away Ellen cried out, shaking her head until strands of her hair splashed over her flushed face.
And then there was the feeling of something very cold and hard pushing into her asshole. Her eyes flickered wide, her mouth opening. He was pushing the thing into her shitter, shoving the clip and its wire into her asshole. She twisted and groaned, the clips creating a hellish torture that made her head throb.
Reverend Davis was pleased, rubbing his hands together and admiring his handiwork before moving back to the generator and turning on the switch. There was a whirring sound, then a roar as the small engine began functioning.
"Now we start," he said, his fingers trembling over the dials.
"No, no, take it off me! No, no! I repent, I repent!" Ellen cried.
"It's Satan crying out from your lying mouth sister. I know when you truly do repent," Reverend Davis said, his voice quaking with lust.
Ellen protested, her voice shrilling as she looked wildly at the box and clenched her fists. At first, she felt nothing but the weight and nibbling pain of the clips. In another second, however, she felt something stirring around her nipples, cunt and asshole. She stopped her screeching, her body growing suddenly quiet as she wrinkled her forehead and began studying the four hot spots of her body.
"It's only the start, sister, only the start," Reverend Davis said piously.
"No, no! Uhbhhh!"
He twisted the dials once more. Ellen jerked, her muscles bulging as a prickly sensation raced through her nipples, cunt and asshole. She squirmed on the bench, feeling a prickly, sucking kind of sensation licking up and down her pussy. It was almost like having a man eat her out, his teeth nibbling round her clit and cuntlips while his fingers pinched her nipples.
Ellen felt her ass-ring clamp down, milking at the clip and wire while her skin began to gleam with perspiration. She rolled her head away from the minister, unsure of what she was supposed to do.
"The devil's pleased. I can tell from the flush on your belly, sister. He is rightly pleased for now," Reverend Davis said.
"Yaghhhhh!"
A sudden sharp jolt surged through her body, making Ellen jerk up against her bonds while she clawed her fingernails against the wooden bench. It was as if someone had driven a knife through her cunt, ripping off her nipples and impaling her asshole at the same time. Never had she felt such agony!
Her head throbbed and buzzed while drool oozed from the corners of her mouth. It had only lasted a second. But the pain had driven her nearly mad. She sobbed, her eyes pleading with him to stop.
"Yes, Ellen. The devil is still in you. But when I'm through, you'll go back to your husband a better woman."
If she could survive this, she thought, her mind spinning with all the possibilities of what this zealous maniac could do. God in heaven, when would this madness end?
CHAPTER SEVEN
"More, bitch? More whore? Does the beast inside you want more?"
Reverend Davis' voice roared over the loud buzzing in her head. Ellen's body arched against the wooden stool, her flesh creased by the tight bonds cutting downward, slicked by her own sweat. Her head snapped regularly from side to side, her lips turning purple while her eyes rolled wildly.
Ellen thought her skin was burning. She could smell something, the singeing of her pussy while more and more electricity burned through her. The shocks were like broken pieces of glass knifing into her flesh. She felt the joints aching and throbbing while her legs jerked and twitched against the leather straps.
Against everything natural, Ellen felt a raw kind of pleasure tearing at her tits, cunt and asshole. Her nipples were swollen with blood, bursting against the cruel biting teeth of the alligator clips while the muscles in her belly knotted and cramped. She could feel her clit filling with blood, throbbing while the voltage burned the moist flesh around the twittering sex-spindle.
She tried to close her legs, her thighs ridging and trembling from the effort. But the leather thongs held her firmly in place. She let out another cry of despair, feeling faint. She was almost in that white-hot moment of madness, that second when she could collapse into orgasm. Again, she tried to close her legs to squeeze off her orgasm. But the thongs held firm. Ellen was waiting for the final electrical jolt that would bring her off. She had to have that raw power tearing through her body now, the current frying her flesh while her cunt throbbed like an open wound. Reverend Davis saw that animal stare in her eyes and laughed evilly, twisting the dial up another notch.
"Yaghghhghhhh!"
Ellen thought she would surely die. Her insides buckled, her organs squeezing and roasting in the hot, charged atmosphere while the tiny blue sparks jumped about her sweaty flesh. The current zapped her nipples and clit while the woman blew out loud hot farts from her ravaged asshole.
Ellen was out of control, her muscles spasming while her intestines cramped painfully, threatening to push out lumps of shit onto the bench under her shivering white ass. She could feel piss squirting from her cunt-hole, making the electricity flow that much more easily into her loins.
She suddenly wanted everything at once. She thought about being fucked by the Crenshaw boys and wished Reverend Davis would fuck her that way. She cried out, her throat raw from the screaming, and her nostrils flared. She was rutting openly, her cunt convulsing while the swollen cunt-lobes folded over one another.
"Eaghhghghghh!"
Reverend Davis was rubbing his prick through his trousers while staring hotly at the writhing woman. She felt herself struck by a more powerful force that nearly knocked her from the bench.
Who was screaming so loudly? Ellen could hear shrieks filling the small room. Then she realized it was her own voice shrilling that way while her body shuddered and burned under the horrible onslaught. She couldn't shriek any longer, her voice choked off by the spit running down the back of her throat.
Reverend Davis' eyes were wild and wide, his white fingers trembling while his prick pressed up hard and thick against the front of his trousers. She could see that cock-bulge and licked her lips, wanting to take that cock into her mouth!
"So, whore, you still want the evils of the flesh?" he growled, his face distorted and red.
"Harlot! Take more of God's punishment!" Her lips turned more purple and diamonds of spit stood on her lips. Her nipples were long and pointed now, swollen and dark red against the biting rusty teeth of the clips. Cunt-juice spattered from her hairy pussy, wetting down the rusty clips nibbling into her swollen pussy-flesh. The black wires slapped against one another, their movement threatening to pull the clips from her pussy-lips as she twisted and bounced her body against the bench. She could hardly keep conscious now as her head seemed to swell, about to shatter from the pressure in her body. Another crank higher, and the generator sent a steady flow of burning electricity into her body.