'Now, for the fun, man. I been thinkin' about this ever since I read some shit in a fuck book about it. It sounded real good… like somethin' I could fix up in my garage. See, I did!'
Janice watched as he walked back to his workbench, smoothing his fingers through his black hair, then bending halfway down. He was reaching into a cabinet at the bottom, pulling out something that made a heavy, scraping sound. Narrowing her eyes, fighting down the pain so she could concentrate a bit, Janice saw it was a round compact object with some kind of wheel to one side. On closer examination the woman realized to her horror that it was a portable generator, the kind her husband used to use whenever the power went out in their garage.
'The juice… the stuff that's gonna be your lover… at least for tonight,' Hank explained, holding the piece of equipment in both hands, then walking over to a small table to one side. He cradled the generator almost lovingly, examining the various parts while Janice hung there helplessly.
If he would rape her again, if he would beat her again, she could understand that. That was something in the male, something that came out again and again. Even with her husband, Jack, Janice had noticed that caveman approach every now and then, the desire to hurt before satisfying himself in the sex act. But this… this was something straight out of some Nazi concentration camp, something out of the Dark Ages. And Hank was excited. Yes, she could see that, see that in his face, in the way he moved, in the fact that his cock was tenting up the front of his faded. Levi's!
'Yeah, everything's in workin' order,' he pronounced, backing away and blowing off some dust that had gathered around the top. Eyeing the chained woman with another mirthless smile, Hank looked back at the small generator. 'Bought this thing five years ago and used it only a couple of times. Never thought about usin' the Goddamned thing for something like this, though.'
'Oh, no, no, nooo!'
Again Janice struggled, twisting her wrists in the leather cuffs, feeling the material chafing her bound flesh. She was only hurting herself, making things worse for herself. But what else could she do, hang there like a lamb willingly being led to the slaughter block?
Hank worked slowly, still humming that awful little tune while he twisted the various wires hanging from her tits, her ass and her cunt together, then joined them to the lead wire from the small generator to his right. Janice stopped her twisting movements, feeling her heart beating harder and faster while a fine coating of sweat broke out over her flesh, making her skin appear smooth as velvet. The clamps were like tiny shark's teeth tearing into her flesh! Even the subtle, slight additional weight of the wires made the pain so much worse.
'This here's an experiment, bitch,' Hank said, attaching the final wire and going back to the small generator. 'I ain't done nothin' like this before, though I read lots about it.'
'Read? Oh, God, no, don't do it! Oh, please, you'll kill me… kill me if you turn that thing on,' Janice begged.
He would electrocute her with that generator. Already, the terrified woman could feel the electricity coursing through her veins, frying up her flesh, turning her blue. And there would be nothing she could do about it. He must have soundproofed the walls or something, because all her sobbing, terrified cries brought no response… not even a responding bark from a nearby dog.
'Ain't that much power in here to do that I think.'
He thought? Again, Janice jerked her body from side to side, thinking for a moment that she could tear those chains away from their overhead anchorage. But her fears proved only too true. As the night before, Hank had fastened her tightly in her bonds. The more she jerked and twisted, the more agony she caused herself. Defeated, Janice hung from her chains, waiting for the first jolting spark of electricity from the generator.
There was a sharp clicking sound, followed by a steady hum. Yes, it was that generator, the tiny wheel whirling around and around to let them know it was working. Janice focused her eyes on Hank, then on the generator. It seemed so dream-like, just as it had the other night when he had roped her into that awkward, obscene position before taping her. And now she had to admit that those, horrible little pincers were exciting her. After the initial shock and resulting pain came this… excitement, these tight, little hot feelings in the spots where those clamps were biting. She trembled, her ass tight while her asscheeks danced and her tits jiggled. How her shitter muscles cramped around that dildo, now warmed to the temperature of her body. No longer was there the pain she had felt earlier. Now there was only that filled feeling, an almost delightful stuffed feeling that somehow increased the heat developing in her cunt. What horror, what a terrible thing Janice was slowly discovering about herself. She, like Hank, seemed to have no limits. The more he pushed her, the more she moved along.
'Ohhhhhhh…'
'Want that first jolt, baby? Wanna feel the electricity shootin' through your body?'
Another attack of lust spasmed through her mind and body. Janice couldn't speak, didn't dare tell him her true feelings. Let him guess. Let that damned animal try to think of what she was feeling as she hung from the rafters, her body wired to that humming generator.
Hank only laughed again, reaching down and squeezing the head of his hard, thick cock. Janice's eyes were glazed, a hot, tight feeling developing in the pit of her stomach and shooting down to her clit. Yes, that right clamp was only an inch away from her sex center, its teeth soaked with her flowing juices now. Janice wriggled her head from side to side, knocking away stray strands of her blonde hair. When would he throw the switch?
He was twisting one small dial with chipped, white numbers painted all around the edges. The humming increased, the pitch going a little higher. Janice found herself bracing for the ordeal, her fingers tightening again around the chains while her toes curled until they cramped. A strange kind of warming sensation began radiating through the clamps, making her clit throb in time with the pulsing electricity rushing through the wires. And that dildo up her ass! It seemed to be growing as electricity flowed through the shaft and into her intestines. Janice raised her knees slowly, doubling up with something halfway between pain and pleasure as her body shuddered under the electrical attack.
'Yeah, you like it, huh? I can see that, man, see it real good,' Hank muttered, his hand twisting the dial back to off.
'Uhhhh…'
Her legs straightened once more, her fingers loosening around the chains holding her to the rafters. Janice bit down on her lower lip. That little rush of electricity in her cunt, her asshole and her nipples had stimulated her almost as much as several minutes of hard fucking. She had jerked, had felt something pleasurable dousing her body, raising gooseflesh. There was more, she was certain, coming for her.
'Glad you liked the overture,' Hank said, his fingers tensing around the dial. ''Cause here comes the main work.'
Janice readied herself as best she could.
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…'
