Ed was twisting her daughter up from the floor by the hair, jerking her to the right, then to the left, enjoying the pinched, painful expression on her face.
'Noooooo!' Anna protested.
'Shaddup!'
There was the sound of a slap, a wail, then silence. Anna sobbed quietly, undressing meekly under their stares while her mother watched from behind. Now Christine could see what was going on.
There were two high-backed wooden chairs, oak probably, facing one another in the far corner of the basement. From the first they had reminded her of the kind of chairs used to electrocute convicted murderers. That impression was confirmed when she noticed several wires leading from the armrests and leg areas of either chair.
'It took us a while to figure out this thing… cross circuits and all that shit. But we kept thinkin' about a couple of broads who'd like havin' this kinda thing around… kept thinkin' about cunts like you sittin' down there and gettin' a real hot seat before gettin' fucked. Man,' Brad said, letting out a long, low whistle while rubbing his fingers again over his prick, 'that was enough to keep us goin'. When we're through with you two we're gonna see if we can market this damned thing – you know, down in West Hollywood at the Pleasure Chest or somethin'. There's lots of folks out there'd dig havin' this in their place.'
'What are you going to do with us,' Christine asked as evenly as possible.
Again the blood began rushing through her veins as she surveyed the two wired chairs. An idea began to rise, one that took her breath away as she looked at the black wires dangling from the wooden chairs.
'Have a seat, baby.'
Brad escorted Christine to the chair to the right, setting her down and telling her to put her hands flat on the armrests. Ed was still struggling with Anna, tearing off her white silken panties, then slapping her several times to calm her down. Finally the girl gave in, sobbing, her head lowered, the blonde hair curtaining her face and hiding the tears rolling down her cheeks. Christine bit her lip, wishing she could say something to her daughter as Ed shoved the girl into the chair.
'Why couldn't you just let us go?' Christine asked as Brad moved behind her, threatening her with the rope he had unfastened from her wrists.
'Just shut up and enjoy it, baby.'
There were leather straps around the legs of the chair and the armrests. Just like in the prisons Christine through to herself as she felt Brad binding her tightly to the chair. Ed was doing the same thing to her daughter Anna. In a moment both women were strapped into position, their arms and legs pinned to the wood. Christine shifted her ass against the cool smooth polished oak, the feeling not too unpleasant as she sat there, waiting for the inevitable.
'Now for some of the fun.' Brad said.
Brad disappeared behind Christine's chair. She could hear the soft brushing sound of wire against wire. And then he came back around, holding several wires on whose ends were attached small clamps. Without saying another word, he began attaching them to her body. Two were attached to her nipples, the sharp cold teeth of the tiny pincers making Christine gasp.
'Oh, Mama, no, no!' Anna cried.
Anna saw what was happening and struggled in her chair, her wrists and ankles twisting in the leather restraints. Her head snapped back as Ed came around and attached two small silver pincers to her nipples, laughing at the girl's startled expression.
'No, oh noooo!' Anna cried again.
'Let her go… ughhhh…' Christine gasped.
There was another clamp, this one attached to both cuntlips near her clit followed by a second just below. The little teeth were doing strange things to her. In spite of herself, Christine felt that awful itchy heat starting up in her pussy. It was happening all over – the abuse, the pain, the arousal! Had she no limits, no shame?
'Nooooo!' Anna yelled.
Anna kicked and screamed, her head hitting the back of the oak chair while Ed attached the pincers to her young pussy.
'And now for the final one.'
Moving between Christine's legs, spreading her asscheeks apart with one hand, Brad shoved a wire up into her asshole, pushing the horrible snaky thing in as far as he could get it.
'Nooooo!' Christine screamed at the intrusion.
It was her daughter Anna again, screaming and sobbing as the same thing was done to her. Wired, totally! And now Brad was moving a small black box up to her. What new horrors awaited her and her daughter?
CHAPTER TEN
'It's a control box,' Brad explained, seeing the look of curiosity on Christine's face.
'Control.'
'Here, we're gonna show you. Your daughter's got the same thing – kinda like a kid's transformer for a train set.'
Ed had pushed a similar black box with a white dial onto the right armrest of Anna's chair within reach of her fingers. Someone had turned on a small portable generator stowed in a closet behind Christine. The faintly pleasant aroma of heated wires began filling the air around her.
'You see, you control the juice to your daughter,' Brad explained, pointing to a blue wire leading from her chair to Anna's. 'The more you turn the dial this way, the more she gets.'
'And the same thing over here,' Ed said, pulling back Anna's hair to show her the dial. 'You wanna give your old lady a jolt, you turn it this way.'
'Ohhhh, please, I don't wanna.'
'Come on, I'll show you,' Ed said, reaching down and putting her fingers on the dial. He twisted them around clockwise, and immediately there was a slight rise in the humming of the generator behind her. Christine tensed, feeling something very strange, something very warm and pleasant coursing through her body. Electricity! Her daughter had sent a rush of electricity through her!
'Uhhhh…' Christine moaned.
Fuck juices were flowing inside Christine while her nipples straightened, turning a darker red. And her asshole! Oh, it was like having a warm licking tongue up there, licking and stretching her ass guts while a pair of lips sucked at her shitter rim! It was all so deliciously obscene! Christine wiggled her ass in the chair, pressing the backs of her legs against the legs of the chair while her wrists twisted in the leather.
'Ohhhhh…'
'That's it, baby, you got it. Now maybe you wanna give your daughter a taste of the same medicine,' Brad said, pushing her fingers on the dial.
Christine looked straight ahead, her eyes meeting Anna's. The girl was terrified, her fingers still on the dial. She could read the mute terror and horror written on her daughter's face. No, no, Mama, don't, don't do it to me, the girl seemed to be screaming. What made her twist the dial around? Were sensations coursing through her body, some desire as perverse as the boys? Christine didn't know, would never understand. All she knew was that her fingers tightened around the tiny dial and twisted it around. There was another change in pitch in the generator behind her.
'Ooooofffff!' Anna moaned.
The girl snapped back against the chair, her fingers straightening, tensing, trembling from the electrical surge rushing through her body. There was an expression of wild surprise on Anna's face while her legs shivered and the small wires jiggled back and forth.
'Oh my God!' Anna gasped.
Anna was bouncing on the chair, her tits jiggling up and down, the nipples turning a dark red while the pinchers held their positions. Something wet was oozing from her daughter's tiny red slit. Piss? Cunt juice? Christine couldn't tell.
