Christine couldn't stand this any longer. She twisted the dial back to the off position and sighed with relief as Anna sagged back to the chair. In a moment she felt the buzzing warmth that had coursed through her body also end. Beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Was this what was going to happen? The Rudd brothers were going to encourage mother and daughter to electrocute one another? Yes, this was something the Nazis must have thought up for their victims!
'Now, we're gonna get started,' Brad said, checking Christine's attachments, then stepping back and putting her fingers once more on the dial. 'Since, your daughter won't do anything, mother goes first.'
Christine fought the big man's fingers without any luck. He forced her fingers to turn the dial, forced the current to flow from the generator up to Anna's body.
'Uhhhhhh.' Anna moaned.
Again she saw the result. Anna's eyes widened, her knees jerking apart while her cheeks danced on the wooden seat. Her fingers were clawing the armrest while her tits jiggled like vanilla pudding against her chest. A low moan came from the girl's throat as electricity warmed her body.
'Like it? Like having something good and warm inside?' Ed taunted, watching as the girl's fingers moved hesitantly toward the dial, pulled back, then slid up again. 'Go on, give your old lady a taste of her own medicine!'
Christine tensed, watching as Anna moved her hand over the dial. There was another change in generator pitch. And then the fuck juices flowed once more. How the clamps on her nipples seemed to weigh them down. Then the thing in her ass seemed to push up like a finger, a prick fucking its way up into her shiticr while tiny teeth nibbled at her clit.
'Uhhhh…' Christine groaned.
It was a flow of electricity, this one a little stronger than the first. Opening her eyes once again, Christine saw the glazed look on Anna's face. The girl was going out of her mind. Cuntjuice flowed from her pussy slit and down her thighs while her nipples seemed to turn purple.
'Oh God!' Anna gasped.
Another increase in the flow of electricity. Her daughter had to be going out of her mind! What on earth was wrong with her? Her eyes felt glazed and wide while spit began oozing from her mouth and down her chin. Her nipples were blushing darker red, stretched down by the clamps. Her belly tensed and rippled with lust while her spread cuntlips were slick with fuck juice. Christine's mind was going blank, blank with everything except lust and hate – hate for her daughter for doing this to her, lust to make the sensations more powerful for both her and Anna. Everything was all mixed up, confused, wonderful. Her fingers tightened around the dial and turned it another notch. Immediately she heard a harsh, high pitched squeal from her daughter.
'Eaaaggyghghghghhh!'
Anna was jerking and twitching, her head snapping from left to right while her hands yanked hard in the leather restraints. Her ass moved back and forth rapidly against the smooth chair bottom in fucking movements while the wires jiggled violently all around her body. Christine watched this and felt her excitement grow. Yes, she was doing this to her daughter, her own daughter. And somehow that knowledge made her excitement all that much more violent! Sucking in a deep breath, she turned the dial yet another notch, hearing the yelping cries of Anna.
'Give it back to her, man, give it to her!' Ed shouted into the girl's ear.
There was another change in pitch.
Christine jerked in the chair, feeling her pussy shivering from the electric jolts. How her cunt and tits itched so with that awful torment. Was Anna feeling the same thing? There was another increase in the flow. Yes, this was the perfect torture, the victims tormenting one another.
'Yaggghghghhhhh…' Christine yelled. The room smelled like a generator factory while the little engine behind Christine whirred away. The woman jerked and bit down on her lower lip. Her temples throbbed. She was hearing ringing, buzzing sounds in her head while her tits jumped around. All the muscles in her belly and thighs knotted from the electrical impulses rushing through her body. And her nipples! Oh, it was as if someone were trying to chew them off! Twice she looked down to make sure they weren't being torn off by some terrible monster chewing on her tits.
'Uhghghhhhh…' Christine moaned.
Fucking. Yes, even now she thought about it, thought about having the brothers on top of her, one fucking her ass, the other fucking her cunt. Another jolt of electricity. Her ass seemed stretched to the tearing point. Christine wondered if someone were secretly squeezing his meat up her shitter, nudging her stomach with his prickhead while all that electricity was singeing her pussy hairs!
Christine found herself twisting the dial another notch, sending her daughter into another plane of agony. Anna's face became a blur while her fingers curled and clawed at the armrest. The chair squeaked as it moved slightly over the floor. She jerked and twitched and shot from side to side like a spastic madwoman, her eyes wide, bugged out, an expression of wild insanity on her whitened face while her hair tangled around the base of her throat.
There was another surge, and Christine thought she would pass out. She was pissing on herself, losing control of her body as Anna flicked the dial over yet another notch. It was like being struck by a train traveling open throttle on the tracks. Her tits and belly and cunt and asshole were being stabbed again and again by red-hot pokers! She could hardly draw in air to feed her twisting, jerking body.
Another increase! Her bones rattled, threatened to be crushed while more saliva sprayed from her mouth. Her lips turned purple while her nipples seemed to be sparking from the overload given her by her daughter. And yet something else was happening, something that made her mind explode with disbelief. She was cumming! Yes, she was climaxing right there in front of them while electricity fried her body!
Staring heavy-lidded at her daughter across the way Christine saw the same thing was happening to Anna. The young girl was cumming, her body alive with sexual arousal while tormented by the flow of electrons. Christine gave the dial yet another twist, nearly sending Anna through the ceiling with a new rush of power. The girl shrieked, her body twisting and nearly tearing through the leather thongs holding it in place. With another yowling screech, the girl suddenly went limp, knocked unconscious by the powerful flow.
'Yet this slut keeps on going,' Ed said, nodding in Christine's direction.
Knocking the teen's hand away from the dial he twisted it up two full notches. It was enough nearly to kill her, Christine thought. But her orgasm increased with the flow of power! Cry after rutting cry erupted from her mouth as she felt her climax merge strangely with the electricity, taking her breath away.
'Oooooohhhhh!' she howled.
Christine felt herself become a buttery mixture of tits, ass, cunt and asshole while wave after wave of climax overwhelmed her. Sobbing as the tremors erupted again and again in her body, she twisted on the seat, tugging at the thongs, hoping against hope that her climax would last on into eternity.
'That's enough, man,' Brad said.
The power surge stopped. It was like being dropped to the floor! Christine twisted her thighs up once more, squeezing out the last pulsing itch from her climax, then settling back down into the chair, drained. They had done the ultimate. What more was there to do?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Anna remained unconscious for another few minutes. Ed left her sagging there in the chair while he and his brother unfastened Christine's bonds.
She slipped forward, stopping herself from hitting the floor by pressing down with both feet. A horror. A first-class horror no one would believe! And she could see from Brad's and Ed's eyes that her and Anna's ordeal was not yet over.
'You know, we ain't seen a good lesbo scene for a while. Another mother/daughter act?'
'You… no, no, that's too much!' Ed suggested.
Christine felt her mind collapsing at what the two men were proposing. Weakly, she fought against the arms hauling her up from the chair, dragging her acrbss the uneven cold basement floor to her still-unconscious
