Mother's into Sado-Mazo

CHAPTER SEVEN

"The bitch awake yet?"

"Yeah. Look at the way she's movin'."

Rhonda could hear them talking while she still kept her eyes shut tightly. She could feel the painful pulling on her shoulders and thighs, realizing she was hanging down from the corner of the work bench. She knew she couldn't stay this way much longer. Her muscles were cramping terribly while her bone sockets were popping from the awkward strain. Still, the woman was terrified of showing them she was conscious.

She groaned softly, her head hurting. All her muscles tightened then relaxed, feeling stiff. Breathing slowly and easily, she listened to the men carefully as they walked around her. Someone poked his finger against her belly, making her wheeze slightly. She pretended to be half conscious, hiding the flutter in her belly. When Jack moved in front of her, she peered from under one slitted eyelid. She saw he still held that awful electric wand in his hand.

He moved to the side and hefted one big tit by its tip. Rhonda put every ounce of her being into remaining still. She heard Jack move around, some of the men whispering around her. Then she felt his hands pulling at her waist. Rhonda cringed at the touch, but Jack didn't appear to notice. She let him move behind her, heard him stopping.

Then there was that sound, that awful sound of the wand buzzing and sparking behind her. Rhonda opened her eyes, staring wide-eyed into the eyes of some man in front of her who was jacking off. She saw his big prick, the thick blue veins throbbing against the flesh while his blue eyes sparkled with delight.

Suddenly, she felt something very hot and tingling shoot through her like a bullet. Jack had shoved the wand up her shitter, twisting the glass rod around until at least two inches was buried up her ass guts.

"Yaghghhhh!"

Rhonda twisted up to her original standing position, her muscles spasming. Gagging with the dull pain throbbing in her ass, the woman felt her guts kinking up while agony raced through her body. Her eyes bulged wider as her legs twisted and ridged from the electrical onslaught. It seemed as if her ass and belly were on fire at the same time, her bowels contracting and cramping, pushing the shit back and forth as she grunted in panic. She stared at Gus in front of her, her mouth wide, gasping, for air.

Her terror and pain showed clearly on her face.

"Not so sleepy now, are you, baby?" Jack said.

"No, take it out, take it out!"

As much as Rhonda wanted that wand slipped from her shitter, she was terrified to move too violently in her wild attempts to dislodge the sparkling invader. Frightened that the glass would break and gouge her bowel lining, the woman stood as quietly as she could, her asscheeks flexing and tightening, her bowels moving and kinking while she prayed that she wouldn't disgrace herself and shit all over her thighs.

"Uhhhh!"

Rhonda shook her head, her arms aching as she yanked and pulled at the cuffs chafing her bleeding wrists more and more. Her head lolled from shoulder to shoulder, her hair splashing across her tits while she stood on tiptoes until her arches throbbed with pain.

"Let her swallow that thing up her ass, man! She looks good jumpin' around with that wand shoved up her ass!" Gus cried out.

The others agreed, jacking their pricks slowly, rhythmically, watching as Rhonda twisted on the glass sparking spike. Jack stopped fucking the rod in and out for a moment, cocking his head to one side and narrowing his eyes while slipping it in steadily, one inch at a time, until nearly six inches of the sparking wand was pushed into her asshole.

Rhonda shivered as if she were having a fit, foam frothing around the corners of her tensed mouth while her forehead throbbed from the electric assault. Her bowels were stinging and cramping, sending lewd signals up from her shivering white ass into her clit. It was odd, wild to have that kind of sensation racing through her body as she swayed drunkenly against the wooden work bench. Sweat poured from under her arms, itching where it trickled across the sides of her swollen tits. Her nipples were growing thick and tumid, throbbing in time with her clit and asshole as Jack fucked in yet another inch.

"Oh!" she gasped.

He twisted the small black dial at the bottom of the wand's handle, sending the maximum amount of electricity exploding into her ass guts.

Rhonda's mouth opened wide, a gust of air escaping from her throat while her eyelids fluttered nervously. The woman pulled wildly at the cuffs binding both wrists and her right ankle, her body shaking from side to side while her face became a blur. Spit frothed down her cheeks while she sucked in air to feed her bursting lungs. The agony in her ass flamed into an exploding ball of golden agony while her cunt snapped shut again and again on thin air.

Jack watched closely, finally satisfied he had given her the maximum amount of pleasure before shutting off the wand and pulling it quickly from her sucking shit chute. "Yaghghgghh!"

Rhonda jerked and jumped, her hair standing on end as her muscles spasmed and her shitter clamped shut on nothing. Reaching around, Jack unfastened her cuffs and threw her down on the floor. Rhonda still jerked and twitched, arching her spine, throwing her head from side to side while kicking her legs out in wild abandon. She looked like a woman possessed.

Bending over, he slapped her twice across the face, bringing her back to reason.

Sobbing, covering her face with both hands, Rhonda hardly felt the pressure as he threw himself on top of her and fucked his cock into her sucking pussy.

Rhonda didn't care at the moment what was happening to her. She needed something inside her, something that would scratch the maddening itches aching through her cunt and ass. Jack was fucking her hard, his prick sliding all the way in to the hilt and throbbing in her cunt while Gus squatted down on her face and fed her his prick through her mouth. She was filled with cockmeat as the men panted and pumped, rodding the young woman again and again while the others jacked off and wished they could be a part of the action.

Gus came first, fucking his cock all the way down her throat and firing his cum until both balls unloaded fast and hard. While Gus was staggering up and away from her, Jack bruised her cunt with his forceful fucking, corkscrewing his prick into her, driving her half mad with his prick. Rhonda and he came at the same time, her fingers clutching at his face while her long white legs kicked high in the air.

It seemed like forever before she finally came down from her sexual high. The others were standing around, cum stains on their Levi's.

Jack pulled her from the floor and shoved her toward the stairs.

"Get dressed. We're finished with you now," he said, pushing his fingers through his hair.

"But don't you forget, baby, you're on call… all the time, with this club."

Rhonda felt the cramps in her legs, felt the stinging in her ass still while cum oozed from her cunt hole and trickled down her inner thighs. She reveled secretly in being dominated, although she would have died before admitting it to this bunch. But now, she thought as she hauled herself painfully up the stairs, she had other things to think of.

Guilt came over her as she thought about her daughter Cori and her phone call. There was that desperate tone of voice, a tone that told her more than the words. It was probably nothing more than a disagreement between the girls. She had had plenty of them when she was Cori's age, and it meant nothing. Still…

"Good ass, baby, real good," Jack said.

No, she couldn't think of this. At least, she couldn't think of it right now. Her daughter needed her. She would get to the bottom of Cori's trouble, and then she would come back here and let these men do what they would…

Miles away, Cori and Cindy were having problems of their own. Uncle Jim didn't trust Cori now, even in the fruit cellar, especially as her mother was coming up soon. He wanted to make sure nothing went wrong to spoil his plan to get hold of those mining certificates.

Cori stayed in the awful main basement, her legs pushed through two small openings in what her uncle called Pilgrim stocks. It was something, she guessed from Cindy's look as the two girls studied the thing, he had used on his daughter many times before. While the brunette cringed helplessly against the far wall, Uncle Jim had made Cori lie down and raise her legs high above the floor, forcing her to keep them straight as he slipped them into the open stock then clamped the top down over her ankles.

Snapping two six-foot lengths of galvanized chain into two hooks attached to an overhead beam, he then dragged out a three-foot wooden assembly with two holes cut at either end, similar in style to the ones through which her ankles now lay. Opening the assembly, Uncle Jim thrust Cori's arms through, snapping the device shut, then bringing it up with her torso to the level of the chains. It took little effort for him to attach them, leaving the teenager hanging by her wrists, her arms held captive in the portable stock. Her asscrack opened and closed, her shitter forced open by the strain of her position. When Cindy tried to go up to her to sympathize and comfort the girl, Uncle Jim dragged his daughter away, threatening her with the back of his hand if she tried anything.

Cori sobbed, turning her head away, glad they were leaving her, and yet wishing they had stayed.

The minutes ticked by slowly, her thighs aching from the hanging pull of her own body, her wrists and ankles chafing cruelly under the stocks. When she tried to move to ease the pain throbbing in her hip joints, the chains bounced back and forth, increasing the pain.

Sighing, Cori looked up at the ceiling, wishing she could will those awful chains to snap.

It was at least an hour before she heard her uncle's footsteps coming closer. He entered the room, rubbing his hands gleefully, his face lit up like a glowing fire.

"Your mother's coming here. She just called," Uncle Jim said. "That means we're gonna have a little party for the two of you. Maybe I'll even have Cindy here."

Cori froze. Her mother, here! He was going to torture Rhonda as he was torturing her and her cousin! Cori shook her head from side to side, tears tolling down her flushed cheeks while her body bounced obscenely on the chairs. No, this was the last straw, the ultimate degradation.

How could God let something like this happen to her and her family? Uncle Jim's smile faded as he strode up to her slowly, grabbing her chin between his thumb and forefinger and jerking her head up. She found herself staring into his eyes, unable to take her gaze from his.

He was all-powerful, she thought.

"You know," he said, stepping away from her and rattling around in a drawer of a cabinet, "it's gonna be almost a disappointment to get those certificates. I hope your old lady even fights me on it for a while. Oh, I'll get them." He was pulling out four long wires with rusty alligator clamps attached to one end of each. "But I hope Rhonda holds out. If she does, I've got some persuading things like these."

"What… what are they?" Cori gasped, her eyes growing round and wide as she stared at them.

Uncle Jim shrugged noncommittally, licking his lips as he pinched the end of one of them and opened the metal jaws. Cori could see the tiny brown teeth come closer to her, looking like the fangs of a horrid little animal. Uncle Jim brought one clamp down near her throat, then quickly changed direction and let the small clamp snap shut over her right nipple.

Cori let out a shout, snapping her head back while prancing her ass back and forth against the leg stocks. The chains rattled overhead while her fingernails dug at the wooden stock.

"There, that feel good, baby? You gonna have a good time with that biting down on your nipple?"

Cori groaned, twisting her head around and watching him come at her with the other clamp. She was ready this time, grinding her teeth as he let the object bite down on her left tit, the rusty teeth nearly piercing the red rubbery nipple flesh. The weight of the wires pulled down at her tits, distending the nipples, making the young girl groan more loudly.

Uncle Jim moved around between her legs, holding her cuntlips open with one hand while clamping a third alligator clip just below her clit. Now Cori began to panic, bouncing her ass up and down, feeling the wood stock chafing her wrists even more. Her legs tensed and ridged, her thighs pulling back while she swayed obscenely from right to left like a pendulum. The chains supporting the hanging stock that entrapped her arms rattled as Jim stroked the girl's cuntlips, brushing the blonde pussy fur surrounding them with the backs of his fingers and cooing softly to the terrified girl.

Then he moved behind her, stroking her whipped ass, taking the last clip and inserting it into her shitter.

"Awk!"

Cori's eyes widened as she bounced her ass up, her buns clenching together while her ass ring worked against the metallic invader, trying to dislodge it. Nothing worked. She hung there, her body wired while Uncle Jim took a small hand-cranked generator from a wooden cabinet and placed it on the floor. Slowly, deliberately, he took each long black wire dangling from each clamp and fastened it to tiny silver outlets at the back of the gray box. Cori watched fascinated, her heart beating faster and faster while her body tensed against the wooden stocks.

When he was through, Uncle Jim looked at the box, taking the silver handle and giving it a slow turn clockwise. Immediately, Cori felt biting agony at all four points. Her nipples tingled while her cunt and sphincter snapped shut against the invading clips. Uncle Jim stopped, noticing how white her face had become while her nostrils flared under the pain.

Cori looked wildly at him. Surely he wasn't going to keep her like this and send more current into her! Surely he had to have seen just how painful it was having the electricity surge through her body!

Perhaps he had seen too well. Walking back to the cabinet, Uncle Jim fished around the top shelf for a while, returning with what at first appeared to be a brown rubber doorstop.

"Open your mouth," he barked. Cori did as she was told, afraid of more pain. "I don't want you to bite your tongue off. If you did, then I wouldn't know more about those certificates, if your mother's unwilling to talk, that is."

Cori tasted the vile rubber. It was awful, making her retch as she tried to take her mind off the deliciously biting pain of the pincers against her nipples, cunt and asshole. Uncle Jim moved back to her ass, taking the wire and pushing it deeper into her asshole. He shoved it as far as he could get it, laughing when Cori started crying and sobbing, her asscheeks flexing against one another. The cold curled wire made her breathe heavily, her cheeks puffing out while her forehead creased with worry. She took shallow, uneven breaths to keep from choking as Uncle Jim shoved the wire in just a few more inches.

Cori had heard about things like this, about torture devices used against young women. Just recently, there had been something about a maniac in Detroit who had held several women prisoners for nearly a year, making them do vile things like this for his own pleasure. Her Uncle Jim, she suspected, was one of these horrid men. And when she saw him again, squatting down like an animal in front of her and gripping the hand-cranked generator, she was sure of it. She could feel the wire in her ass. Tiny teeth were nibbling at her clit, making the pink flesh swim in hot juice while her nipples blushed more and more darkly.

Gripping the handle, Uncle Jim turned it slowly, watching as Cori's body trembled in the stocks. She felt the faint pulse digging into her tits, her cunt and her asshole. The girl jerked again, unused to the feeling. Uncle Jim turned the crank again, this time a little faster.

Cori jerked up against the clamp shoved up her asshole! Jim turned the crank more slowly, watching as the young girl shivered while her cunt and tits ached. The waiting for more pain made her cunt itch and her tits throb so!

Uncle Jim was satisfied, licking his lips like a wolf and turning the handle more quickly. Cori let out a sharp cry now, throwing her head back while the cords stood out against her throat. She made strangled cries while pain shot through her cunt and ass. It was as if some awful animal were tearing at her tits, cunt and shitter. Her skin felt as if it were burning while her nipples became swollen. The muscles in her belly knotted and cramped, her tummy ballooning while her ass clenched hard against the clamp. Her clit seemed to buzz, defying the pain coursing through her cunt. She tried to close her legs to squeeze off her orgasm. But the stocks were keeping her legs apart.

How odd! Pain and climax happening at once. The current was doing such bizarre things to her.

"Like it, baby? Enjoy havin' this in you?"

Uncle Jim's mocking words seemed to echo in her rattled brain as he turned the crank faster than before. It felt as if someone were hitting her in the belly and ass with a fist!

Cori let out another shout from around the rubber wedge, her head lolling from side to side while a fist of air burst from her shitter, nearly dislodging the clump of wires stuffed in her ass. And when Uncle Jim began turning the crank even faster, the young girl thought she would surely die. She screamed, her tits and belly and cunt and shitter being ripped apart by wild sensations. Cori jerked her body up and down, her spine arching, her asscheeks clenching and unclenching while her legs pulled wildly at the wooden stocks.

Blood oozed from her chafed ankles and wrists as the girl fought to escape the killing agony. She writhed harder as spit and cunt juice gushed from her. Her lips turned purple while diamonds of saliva stood out. Her thighs rippled uncontrollably as the pain tore through her body. As she shuddered and jerked on her chains, Uncle Jim shouted with approval, turning the crank faster and faster. Cori's face was a blur as she shouted and screamed around the rubber wedge. She nearly broke her teeth as she bit down hard.

God in heaven, she was going to die. She knew she was going to die, electrocuted here in this dismal basement.

Uncle Jim gave a final twist.

It was all Cori needed. Her climax exploded with a fury that knocked her out. Her clit throbbed in time with the pulsing electricity, her body bouncing up and down on the restraining chains. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her mind shattering as she collapsed against her restraints and the electricity stopped. The last thing she remembered was Uncle Jim's face peering into hers, his hands on her thighs as she dropped back, back into wonderful, comforting blackness.