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UNDERCOVER
The first phase of her gauntlet completed, Jessica is about to receive the shock of her life as she’s the center of attention with the curious and excited group of onlookers. Painfully bound by draw-tights cramping her entire body, impossible to escape, she’s allowed a good look at what she’s facing next which only terrorizes her further before it’s her turn. Even the thought of her responsibility for he sister’s brutal treatment has escaped her thoughts as she struggles to survive, her naked body wracked in mounting pain.
Chapter three
Each room brings fresh, curdling screams. Unable to block the women’s agonies from her mind, she can’t hardly comprehend that she’s going to be subjugated throughout the night to each and every torture they’re suffering through. The crowd surrounding her isn’t even an afterthought as the humility barely registers compared to the terror of the extreme pain she has to continuously endure. Finally shuffling toward the guttural shrieks behind the archway to the room with the woman’s strapped across the metal table, Jessica’s certain she can smell the faintest odor of searing flesh. Stopping at the opening, apprehensively glancing toward the sight of the tortured body stretched across the table and hooked to wires, she nearly stumbles as she twists toward the wall, unsuccessfully trying to turn away. Quickly grabbed by Beth and Deb, she’s twisted back toward the room, forcefully shuffled toward the table, between the onlookers as they part.
The pair of bare chested masked men dressed only in their black pants standing on either side of the table stop while one takes a step toward a gurney behind them. Stopped from the process of unbinding her arms and legs, they silently watch as Jessica’s practically dragged within a couple feet of the young blonde’s barely conscious and drenched, naked body tautly stretched across the table.
Beth, gripping Jessica’s chin, forces her to glance toward the unfortunate victim’s flushed, swollen face, her hazed eyes starring nowhere, gasping for breath through what appears to be a horse bit between her clenched teeth. “Take a good look Jessica, you’re next on the table as soon as they unhook the wires and drag her off…. Your tits and pussy’s going to get even more of a workout then hers next!”
The putrid aroma even stronger, Jessica’s heart practically pounds out of her chest as she can’t count the numerous discolored blotches on the girl’s naked flesh, especially across her bruised and swollen breasts and the immediate area between her thighs and splotchy, bare pubic mound. Noticing a pair of wires, red and black still remaining attached to the girl’s twitching nipples and another set laying on the table, obviously just removed from her blood tinged pubic area with the same style safety pins as her own, Jessica feels nauseated, on the verge of throwing up.
Twisting her around, Beth again smirks as she looks directly into Jessica’s terror filled eyes. “As soon as she’s off that table, I want you to climb on it yourself, on your own in front of everybody, so the men can secure your wrists and ankles before hooking you up to the generator, understand?”
Frantically shaking her head back and forth, grunting through her ‘O’ ring, Jessica’s entire body trembles as she unsuccessfully pleads. Her swollen grapefruit sized breasts perfectly round from the gouging draw-tights jiggle off the front of her bare chest, the tinged safety pins glistening as a trace off blood drips off her left nipple. Hearing the girl’s animalistic grunts and the sight of her tortured body being slipped onto the gurney and wheeled through the crowd by one of the men, she again pleadingly stares into Beth’s cruel eyes as she feels Debs hands pushing against her buttocks.
“Turn around… Shove your ass against that table… And lay across it on your back… Now!” Beth harshly orders a she shoves her upturned hands in front of Jessica’s face, the sharp fingernails like claws flexing. “Otherwise, I’ll lift you up by those tits myself and Deb and I will throw your ass on it!”
Knees quivering, barely able to force her self to move, she feels Deb’s hands turning her.
“Damn it!” Beth grunts. “Deb, I told her to do it herself, now let her!”
Feeling the hands slide from her backside, Jessica already partially turned feels her butt cheeks against the wet metal. Closing her eyes, weak kneed, barely able to stand anyway, she arches back trying to maintain her balance as her multi bound body stretches back across the edge of the flat table. Whimpering, grunting through the ‘O’ ring, she slips and falls backwards. The back of her head hitting the table, her arms stretching straight out across the table’s backside as her legs lift up off the floor, her body flat, crosswise, hanging off either side.
“Go ahead, twist around Jessica.” Beth scolds. “Position yourself on that table! Hurry up or I’ll slide you across it with my fingernails in those beat up tits of yours!”
Struggling, stretching, twisting back and forth on the still warm metal slab, Jessica grunts with each jerk while the tears stream from her swollen eyes as she forces her naked body to bounce, slide across the wet, sticky metal. Before even stopping, she feels the man’s hand on her left breast. Glancing upward toward his piecing eyes behind his mask she feels her already bulging breast squeezed even tighter while he slips the serrated clamp on the end of a red wire across the safety pin impaling her left nipple.
“Aaaaaggggggghhhh!” Her nipple already pulsing, she feels the sharp metal grip across the better part of her stretched areola and flattened nipple as she screams. Still jerking, bouncing on the flat slab, she feels her right breast squeezed, its safety pin clamped over by the matching serrated clip on the black wire. “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!” Another guttural scream mixed with spittle emit from her ‘O’ ring as the matching pain jolts across her battered breasts.
Feeling her hands gripped, her eyes dart upward as the other muscular man has already returned and is quickly securing her arms to the head of the table. Just as quickly feeling her thighs worked between the draw-tights, her eyes dart downward between her swollen mounds toward the man stretching a red wire up between her legs while painfully tugging on the safety pin impaling her clit. “Aaaagggghhhhhhh!” Another tortured scream as the serrated clamp grips the swollen nub of her clit, encasing the pin. Bordering on unconsciousness, on the verge of hyperventilating, her bound body stretches at the embedded draw-tights, her muscles reflexively flexing under her glistening bare flesh. Her body wracked in unbelievable pain, she feels the forth, opened serrated clamp, its pointed tips forced between her thighs, sliding into her rectum and vagina simultaneously, before clamping shut, compressing the orifices between the gripping metal. “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!” Another hysterical scream as her body bucks, then goes limp, reflexively twitching as her head rolls toward its side on the metal slab.
The crowd mills around closer as one of the masked men tautly stretches her legs toward the bottom of the table and secures her ankles. Her draw-tight bound, naked body quivers on the flat metal as it glistens, the clamps and wires jigging off the tips of her nipples with each breath wheezing through the wet bright red ‘O’ ring as her flattened stomach raises and lowers in sequence. Prepped for her next ordeal, Jessica’s about to be revived, back to her tortured consciousness as Beth steps through the crowd and unsnaps a capsule.
Head jerking back and forth, momentarily disoriented, the pain wracking her tortured body, Jessica quickly realizes the reality of her horrendous predicament. Grunting, glancing down across her searing breasts at the jiggling wires, sensing the crowd around her, she stares wide eyed toward the black box in the masked man’s hands at the read side of the table.
Noticing an evil smirk on his face, his eyes glancing across the table, her eyes dart with his, toward Beth as she nods her head.
“Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!” All the combined agony combined together already heaped on her tortured body can’t match the mind numbing five second jolt of electricity as it tears through her tortured breasts as they bounce, flex across her bucking torso, worse then red hot pokers ramming repeatedly straight into her clamped nipples.
“Higher, on her pussy this time!... And a little longer!” Jessica’s mind hears Beth’s voice, almost echoing, reverberating in her head.
“Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhh!!!.... Aaaaaagggghhhhhh!!!” The pair of shrill screams bounces off the walls as Jessica’s hips thrash upwards, the back of her head butting against the hard metal as her breasts again jerk and sway in their tight bindings. “Aaaaaggghhhhhh!!!… Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!” Another pair of shrieks as the voltage is turned on… Off… On again, then off again.
Urine squirting from between her thighs splashes across the metal between her legs, the yellowish fluid mixing on the already wet table. Foam mixed with saliva oozes from her ‘O’ ring, drooling down her cheeks, dripping onto the flat surface, her hazing eyes starring straight up toward the ceiling as her fingernails dig into the palms of her clenched fists stretched tightly toward the head of the table.
“Both together this time… And higher… Fast, short bursts… A lot of ‘em!… I want you to knock her out! I’ve got more of these capsules.” Beth orders as she gently slides her open hand through Jessica’s matted hair before pressing a capsule through the mucus under Jessica’s nostrils. Stepping back and nodding, she adds, “Make her dance for us!”
Already having used a higher then safe voltage level, the man just nods as he takes a cautionary partial step backwards, flicks the switch back and forth, repeatedly, as Jessica’s coughing, chocking from the capsule.
“Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!... Aaaagghhhh!!!... Aaaaggghhhh!!!... Aaaggghhhh!!!!” Screaming, bucking and twisting on the table, Jessica’s body pounds across the harsh metal as each jolt lifts her contorted body even higher before slamming back down. Another, hard twist and the strongest current of voltage yet rip through all four wires. “Aaaaaggggggghhhh !!! Stiffening then trembling on the slab, the familiar putrid odor resonates from the drenched table and her equally wet, unconscious naked body as the slightest wispy haze floats above her darkly discolored, swollen breasts.
Leaning toward Beth, the masked man with the control slowly nods his head back and forth while slowly whispering. “I think with the voltage we used, that’s enough for now if you want to continue her tour of the rooms. Anymore and she’ll be lucky to feel anything else without permanent damage. You sense that acrid smell already? Maybe you should revive her and move on while she can sense more pain.”
Again Beth allows for the swelling group of onlookers to inspect Jessica, again unconscious, spread in front of them. The faint smell resonating from the table intermingles, obviously consisting of seared flesh and urine as Deb steps beside the table with a bucket of brine water. Having the people step back, she tosses a couple quick thrusts of the bucket, the ice cold water splashing across the table mainly soaking Jessica from above her breasts to below her thighs. Barely twitching and still not fully conscious, Jessica lays practically silent as Beth snaps another capsule Stepping to the head of the table she whiffs it back and forth across the wet ‘O’ ring.
Jerking, awakening again to her torture, Jessica feels the ice cold, yet searing brine water drenching her many wounds. Barely able to grunt, groaning hoarsely through the gag, tasting the residue of the splashed water soaking her mouth and nose, her body uncontrollably trembles as her agony and terror mounts. Eyes darting, her body both in horrendous pain and numbing at the same time in the pool of water surrounding her, she wishes she could stay unconscious, not to feel her entire body being suffocated by the binding draw-tights.
“Well Jessica, so far so good!” Beth scoffs. “You’ve taken the most current yet, congratulations!” Patting Jessica’s thighs, fingering the wire clamped to her clit, she grins as she adds, “You have pissed yourself, though, so we cleaned you up a little!... Ready to continue the tour after we remove these clamps from your titties and pussy?... Hold tight, this is going to hurt some more, but the next stop will warm you back up with some nice supple leather!”
End Part Three
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