Mother and daughter in bondage

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Noooo!"

Her cries were to no avail. The dial turned, another flood of electricity rippled through the wires. Janice started to shiver, her violent shuddering making the chains rattle in a staccato rhythm. Her asshole felt clogged with that sputtering dildo as more and more electricity rushed into her body.

Janice jerked from side to side, biting down hard. Her head throbbed from the increased dosage while her tits bobbed up from her heaving chest. Her breaths came in broken gasps as her chest tightened. Was this how it felt to be electrocuted in slow motion? Janice cried out, feeling her nipples thicken, actually swell under the increased electricity. Her clit was filling, blooming as if it would burst with joy! Joy? Yes, that's what it was, incredible joy drained from this electrical torture! Janice let out an unholy howl, closing her eyes and shouting again and again with unspeakable delight as the electricity made every nerve ending in her body stand up and sing.

"Uhhhhh… uuuhhhhh," she grunted.

Hank watched as more juice seeped from her fuckhole, wetting, down the tangled, blonde matting of her pussy hairs. He knew she was enjoying this in spite of her wild cries for him to stop.

"No, no more… ughhhhh… no more, can't… can't take any more… ugh…"

Janice was growing weak and dizzy from the onslaught of electricity. Hank said something crude to her, then moved the dial a little more. Oh, God, it was like having sets of hands slapping her. She tensed again, her knees jerking up and banging together as the woman began losing control of her muscles. They were spasming, clenching and unclenching from the electricity flowing through them.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Yet another new flow of charges, and yet another reaction to them.

"Come on, baby, come on and loosen up you'll love the next bit."

Hank twisted the dial again. Janice screamed, her head snapping back while shards of electronic glass sliced through the fibers of her every nerve. Her fingers fanned out and curled, trembling uncontrollably as the chains clanked and rattled about her head. Her knees jerked up, fell back down, then jerked up once more. Janice felt something warm trickling down her thighs and knew she was pissing. Yes, the woman was losing control of all her functions, and she worried for a moment that she would be shitting herself, as well. That awful dildo plugging her ass was keeping the shit up and packed down. But what if it should slip out and… oh, the thought made her sick as she bounced and jerked on the iron chains like a crazed puppet.

"Yagghghhh… ooohhhooowww!"

Her ass muscles tightened like a fist, bubbles of air escaping around the sputtering silver dildo.

"More!" Hank shouted above her terrified, tortured screams.

"Yaggghhhh!"

Hank turned the dial yet another notch and watched as Janice swayed madly, her wrists tugging wildly at the leather cuffs.

"Come on, baby, dance it up for me, dance it good," he mocked.

Janice felt as if a rocket had slammed into her belly. Her tits, belly, cunt and ass felt as if someone had dumped hundreds of burning coals onto them as the muscles tightened once again. Oh, God, she would strangle herself with that damned electricity. Again and again, the woman tried to scream out her pain, her terror, her excitement. But now the electricity seemed to have paralyzed her vocal chords. Gasping, choking sounds came from her half opened mouth while her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably.

"Uhghhhh!"

Hank raised the setting again. Now something else was happening, something she fought with what strength she had left, and lost. Climax! Yes, a climax under all this horror. It was coming over her as surely as a rushing wall of water from a burst dam. Her lips began to turn dark red, then purple while diamonds of spittle stood on her lips. More cuntjuice seeped from her fuckhole, wetting down the clamps and threatening to corrode the wires slapping together between her legs.

"Oh, oh, ohhh…"

It came in long, shocking waves, her muscles around hr pussy spasming, clenching at the clamps while her clit erupted in a white-hot burst of orgasm. Janice screwed up her face, her cries, only long hissing sounds while spasm after spasm racked the frantic woman.

"More?"

Speech was beyond the woman hanging there from the garage ceiling. Her face became a blur, her long blonde hair whipping over her tits as sparks flecked off the clamps and into the thickening air. There was the smell of electricity matched by the odor of singed hair and flesh. Janice had no idea how many volts were tearing into her body, didn't even care. The electricity seemed to prolong her orgasm, to keep those mind-shattering spasms going on and on! How lovely it was, how incredibly wonderful it was to have a climax that threatened never to stop!

"Yaggghhhhhhh!"

Hank twisted the dial up yet another notch. He saw that Janice would soon pass out from the rush of electricity. With a quick flick, he turned the machine down, then off, watching aster body tensed, then sagged immediately in the chains.

"Ohhhh," slit moaned.

It was as if every bone in her body had been crushed by the onrushing current. Janice thought for a moment she had lost her heartbeat. There, it started again! Oh, how weak she was!

"Goddamned cunt… man, you got me hot twistin' around like that," Hank said, turning off the generator and reaching up to her tits.

Janice groaned as he tore the clamps from her swollen nipples, reached wound and yanked the dildo from her ass, then opened the pincers from her cuntlips. There was the soft clattering sound of the wires and clamps falling to the floor. Janice groaned again, her head lolling from side to side while the spasms from her cum still rocketed through her tortured body. Now she could feel the leather cuffs chafing her wrists again. She must have rubbed her flesh raw from all the bouncing and twisting she had created while the electricity rushed through her body! Only now did the woman feel the pain around her wrists and shoulders. Someone was calling her. Hank, shouting at her. She groaned again, her head falling back.

"Come on, bitch, come to!"

He slapped her again and again, his fingers leaving long red marks on her cheeks until she came around. Hank was reaching up again, doing something with the leather cuffs. Oh, he was releasing them, pulling open the straps, holding her up with one hand while unfastening the bonds imprisoning her.

Janice slumped down over his broad shoulders, feeling as if she wanted to die right there. Nothing was left for her. She had endured the ultimate, being strapped up there in chains and electrocuted. But Hank had not been satisfied. Like a raging bull, he carried her over his shoulders, letting her slip down to the couch her daughter had been raped on hours ago.

"Uhhh… oh no, no," she murmured.

But Janice was far too weak to resist. He could rape her, beat her, do what he wanted with her. She was in no condition to fight him. Twisting her around on the sofa, Hank spread her legs apart easily with one knee, squeezing between her thighs. With his big hands he reached down and peeled back her cuntlips, then leaned forward and opened up his zipper. The woman saw his cock, his big, thick, long prick twitching and jerking against her pussy. Weakly, the woman tried inching back, feeling the dirty, scratchy material tickling her spine and asscheeks.

"God!" she gasped.

Janice threw her head back. Her mouth opened, and she let out strangled cries as Hank held her tightly, pinning her to the old couch with his prick as if she were an insect pinned to an examining table. Janice shuddered as the torture of the electricity and his pounding prick shattered her mind and her pride.

"Take it, you Goddamned slut. You're gonna take every fuckin' inch of it like you did the last time, only now you're hot to trot, really steamed up from that electricity," Hank growled.

He was holding her fast, his hands rubbing and squeezing her sore, swollen tits. How her nipples ached from the clamps that had chewed into them. Hank didn't care about how she felt, what she said, how she groaned under his insistent, heavy body. He grunted, shaking the sweat from his forehead while squeezing yet more inches of his pulsing cock into her fuckhole.

"Uhhhhh… oooohhhh!" she whimpered. Oh, it was happening again, triggered once more by the pain of this brutal rape. The itching force of climax, that awful sensation was coming again, stinging her clit. He was fucking her tirelessly with jackhammer strokes, filling and spreading her itching, elastic pussy more and more.

"Cum, cum, cum," Janice found herself whispering, lust boiling like heated oil between her legs. His cock pounded into her cunt without mercy while wild images burned her brain.

"Yeah, I'll cum, all right, burn out your fuckin' outsides with my prick."

"No, no, ughhhhh!"

Cries of unspeakable lust jolted from her throat as another climax, perhaps more furious than the last, burst through her cunt. It was as if the world had shattered to fiery pieces, each one crashing down into her pussy and igniting her clit. And all the time, his bruising, ramming prick ripped her to pieces. Yes, torn to pieces, shredded by this animal mounting her, torturing her!

"Yaggghhhhhhh!"

Every bone in her body rattled to the fury of her climax. Janice felt herself surging out of control, her hips thrusting up and down, up and down wildly while her body felt it was being pricked by thousands of red-hot needles. Hank thrust harder and harder, his body stiffening suddenly, his fingers nearly crushing her shoulders. There was a moment of a sudden silence. And then… there was a wild cry from his throat. It was the shout of triumph, the cry of a male having overpowered a woman, fucking her into submission. Janice matched his shout with a cry of her own as fountains of jizz burned into her slick cuntwalls.

"Ughghhhhh… cummmmmmm!"

Her pussy kept on throbbing and trembling while Hank fired again and again into her cunt, the spurts of cum shooting like bullets, then spattering against her pussy walls.

Janice had no idea how long this horror show had lasted. When it was over, she lay exhausted, defeated, overwhelmed on the couch, one leg hanging over the edge of the sofa while her arms were draped over her chest. She was breathing slowly, evenly as she looked up at the big man, her eyes full of tears. Her lower lip quivered as she thought of the shame she had brought upon herself and her family.

Hank climbed off her, shaking a remaining drop of cum from his pulsing prickhead. It spattered against the woman's left thigh. Strutting a few feet, he stopped by the generator, stroking the rounded top almost lovingly. Then, with an amused lift of the brow, Hank returned to where Janice lay in a puddle of sweat and jizz.

"So, you liked it, huh? You dug being strung up like that, havin' all that juice goin' through you, clit?" he asked, nudging her with one toe.

Janice sobbed out an answer, turning her face from him. How could she lie? Oh, dear God, how could she lie and tell him no when all the time he knew it was true! He had seen her twitch like a whore in heat while she hung there helplessly in chains. He had watched her convulse with climax as electricity burned her body, then watched her cum again when he had fucked her so brutally. She was a bitch, a slut. Janice drew back from him, wishing she could have a knife to end her miserable life.

"I'm through with you, baby… at least for the time being. Go on," he said wearily, kicking her clothes over to her. "Get the fuck dressed and outta here. I don't want my son seein' you naked like that. Might give 'im a bad impression."

Janice dressed as quickly as she could, her muscles aching from the horrible ordeal she had endured. And Hank watched her, his eyes laughing, that horrible smile of his curling up his lips. Oh, he was something from hell, a demon sent here on earth to capture and torment her. And she had once thought he would be the solution to all her problems!

"Now get on and get outta here," Hank said as the woman straightened her clothes. "Maybe in an hour or so you could send over your daughter. Yeah, that'd be good."

"No!"

Janice felt another wave of nausea sweep over her. He was talking about Sharon. She wasn't going to let these crawling pigs here destroy her only daughter. No, they could do with her what they chose, but leave Sharon alone.

"That's what you say now, babe. But you don't know what's gonna happen in the future."

With that ominous comment, Hank let the woman go. Stumbling from the side of the garage, Janice hurried across the darkened drive into the bushes. In a moment, she was in her own backyard, standing there below her daughter's bedroom window. The light was out. Sharon must be asleep. Tears began flooding from her eyes, washing down her cheeks. With a stifled sob, Janice fell to her knees, her head bowed slightly forward, her fingers fanned out and pressing against her flushed face. How she wished this would all end. How much more did Hank think she could take? How many nights would she be able to endure him, endure all the torment, the humiliation, the pain he enjoyed dishing out to her? These and other questions rattled through Janice's confused mind as the night air blew softly around her, gently lifting her hair from her shaking shoulders.

But things were not as calm as the woman had thought. Although the lights were out in Sharon's room, the young blonde was not asleep.

"Nice bitch… good bitch, gotta talk just like a dude does to his fuckin' dog."

That call had been made while Janice was out. Sharon indeed had decided to go to bed early, the constant whirl and confusion of her mind making her exhausted. It was then, with a start, that she heard the phone ringing. Why didn't her mother answer? The young woman lay there in bed listening to the steady ring, finally kicking off the covers and padding to the upstairs hall extension. It was Tommy. She should have known, should have hung up the phone and rushed back to her room. But instead, she stood there feeling those strange conflicting emotions rushing through her body. He told her to meet him by the side of his house. He had some plans for her, and she'd better join him.

Before Sharon could protest, he had hung up. Like a robot, she dressed, fighting back the tears, the desire to scream. Tip-toeing down the stairs she envisioned some problem with her mother. But Janice wasn't there… at least in the living room. Perhaps she had gone to bed early. But then why were all the lights burning brightly? Sharon didn't know, was too terrified and confused to follow through her questioning.

Like clockwork, Tommy was there, taking her by the elbow and guiding her down a back alleyway past several garages until they stopped by a small, wooden, brown one. A rear light burning dimly illuminated the rotting clapboard.

It was there he guided her, there he explained to her that he and his dad leased the building for some repair auto work they did on the side. Fishing out a set of keys, Tommy had opened the side door, pushing the girl in. It was then he told her about her mother, about the fact he had seen her hanging there in the garage with electrodes fastened to her cunt, her asshole, her tits.

"Uh… you're lying. You're lying! My mother wouldn't be like that… she wouldn't do things like that!" the girl screamed, clenching her fists and pressing them tightly against her thighs. Her face was red and her eyes rounded in horror. No, he had to be wrong, had to be lying in order to work her up. Sharon could feel her heart pounding as she faced the terrible young man, her pulse racing through her veins.

"Yeah? Man, she's got a mole right here," he said, pointing to an intimate spot on the right inner thigh.

"Oh!"

Sharon nearly fainted. It was true. He could only have seen that mole if… if her mother had been naked in front of him.

"And, man, she was enjoyin' it. I knew my old man was fuckin' around with the ladies, though he never said much about it around me. Guess he thought it would be bad for my character," Tommy said, rubbing his nose and snorting out a chuckle.

"You're lying!"

Sharon's mind wouldn't accept the fact that her mother was a slut. No, it was a lie, a terrible, horrible lie! And yet, why was something in her mind, some nagging suspicion telling her Tommy was all too accurate in his description of what was going on only a block or so away? Oh, God, it was as if the world were ending all around her and there was nothing she could do except watch and scream!