A faint scraping sound near her brought the woman around. She could see something very dark, very thin slipping through the hole in front of her. It was heading right toward her throat! Lydia swallowed hard, pressing her skull against the back of the coffin while sweat washed over her face. There was something else as well, a slight bluish glow to the needle. Oh God, that humming, that scraping sound! The thing in front of her was electrified! It slid closer, stopped for a moment, then moved on until it was an inch from her windpipe. A spark leaped from the tip to her throat, burning the flesh and making Lydia shriek in agony.
She beat her fists against the sides of the coffin until her knuckles bled, snapping her head from side to side as the current touched her windpipe. She could feel her hair standing on end, bristling out from her scalp while her flesh burned in the voltage. Max laughed, twisting the needle forward, pressing the pointy tip up against her throat.
Lydia shrieked again, her eyes popping from her head as her body jerked and banged against the sides of the coffin, threatening to upend it. Her bones throbbed with the electricity while her joints ached. He was electrocuting her while threatening to push the needle through to the back of her neck.
It was gone! Lydia relaxed, a fart escaping from her asshole while her body sagged with relief. She coughed, shaking her head, feeling as if she had just escaped from the jaws of death. What he had done to her was hideous.
Never, ever had she been so pained, so horrified in her life! Standing there now, Lydia waited far his next torment. It came sooner than she wanted, two needles scraping in at the level of her tits.
Lydia could see them inching forward, aiming directly at her nipples. Thank God, she thought, there was no bluish glow… at least, yet. They advanced, pausing a moment, then pushing forward once more until she could feel the tiny puncture wounds. In that instant she struck her shoulders against the wood, whimpering like a kicked kitten, trying to draw her hands to her tits.
But the coffin prevented all but the most minute of movements. The tips touched her nipples harder, her nubs stiffening against the cold sharpness. She could feel her tits swelling with her clit, her knees rubbing against one another as she sobbed and wished she could sink from the onslaught. But her knees touched the front of the case, preventing her retreat.
Max left the needles there, twisting them a little, letting them cut into the throbbing flesh while her clit beat out a wild rhythm of delight. He was inserting more needles now, two pricking her belly and making her suck in her stomach with a hissing breath. Oh God, there was another, this one pricking her asshole. He shot another into her ass-cheek, pushing it in, pulling it then shoving it in deeper until he threatened, to break flesh. Lydia screamed, jerking forward and impaling her nipples more firmly on the needles up front. It was awful! Trapped in the suffocating darkness, there was nothing she could do but shriek and use up the precious oxygen in the coffin.
Lydia beat the sides of the case with her tiny fists as two needles advanced against her cunt. She felt them pricking her swollen cunt-lips, moving on, slipping into her cunt-hole. Lydia held her breath, widening her knees as much as possible as the cold steel pricked its way deeper into her pussy. A third slid in, the sharp tip aimed directly for her clit. She felt the direct contact and sighed, snapping her head back as the sharp end pricked her tiny clit. It was almost more than she could have hoped for.
And now Max was pushing the other two needles forward, the tips puncturing her cuntlips while the third lanced into her clit. Lydia yammered like a scalded cat, her mind reeling with what was happening to her. The searing, dizzying agony racing through her body was more than she could stand. And her clit was rioting, exploding again and again, sending delicious signals to her brain while the woman continued to beat savagely against the sides of the tiny coffin. The twisting of the needles stopped, leaving Lydia there on her high.
Suddenly she remembered the first needle, the one that had slipped in with the bluish glow and had threatened to pierce her throat. Were they all connected in that vile way? The thought raced through her mind as her ears pricked and picked up the humming sound still filling the room. Lydia was about to scream out, to beg him to stop when she felt the first of the buzzing sensations around her nipples. Yes, yes, there was that bluish glow, now coming from some of the needles. She felt the stinging around her nipples, a stinging that made them stand out even more.
She twisted around, jerking her ass back, feeling the needles behind her threatening to pierce her asshole. Perspiration washed over her flesh, making the conductivity of her skin that much more intense and increasing the flow of current through her body.
"No, ahhh… nooooo!"
It was growing fiercer, the pain lancing into her more savagely as the current increased. All the needles were sparking now, piercing her body, sending cutting voltage ripping through her flesh and rocketing into her brain. Lydia shrieked and shrieked, beating her fist, her head, her knees against the coffin while the needles bit savagely through her cunt and asshole. She couldn't believe anything could be this wonderful, this awful! The current ripped again and again, making her dance obscenely in the tiny box while Max laughed and sneered outside.
As her climax exploded, the woman humped her belly forward, feeling the needles rake her cunt and ass even more. She could feel her flesh quiver under the onslaught as the needles scratched and poked against her. Yes, yes, she wanted it all – the pain, the pleasure, even Max's sneering laughter outside the coffin. It mixed together, making her feel as if she were floating on air.
And now she was cumming, climaxing hard, her cunt snapping shut on thin air while her clit beat out a wild rhythm against the electrified needle pricking it. Oh God in heaven, nothing had ever made her feel this hot before! She sobbed, sagging against the wooden barrier in front of her, so hot she thought she would burn up without the help of the surging current.
And then it was gone. One by one the needles disappeared from the tiny holes, leaving Lydia completely alone. She was about to call out when the front of the box opened. Max caught her. He held her against the front of the case as she drank in the cool, clean air.
CHAPTER SIX
Shari couldn't believe she had been this stupid. Bobby had told her he wanted to apologize for the night before. It was something that had come over him – maybe too much drinking, maybe something he needed some help with to overcome. It had sounded so sincere, and he was tailing her that right in the school, right in the cafeteria with all the other kids looking on.
Shari was almost disappointed by his confession, half-hoping he would have been that crazy rapist who had fucked her so savagely the night before. But… but still something inside her stirred, something that wanted to forgive him and help him. When her mother had announced her own shopping spree at the mall this evening, Shari had breathed a sigh of relief. She would have all the time to talk to Bobby, to start a good, open relationship with him that would blossom into, well, who knew what?
That had been a false dream. He had used it simply to lure her back into his den. They had walked from his house, hand-in-hand, not paying attention to much. Shari was so lost in his gentle words she didn't realize they were heading back to that dreaded garage. It was only when they stopped that she realized where they were. But that time it was too late. Bobby's fingers were gripping her wrists, twisting them savagely and bringing her to the pound. It was happening all over again, she thought as he dragged her toward the garage, her mouth torn open with agony. It was happening all over again, and there was little she could do about it. What a stupid, foolish girl she had been!