Rhonda shivered as if she were having a fit, foam frothing around the corners of her tensed mouth while her forehead throbbed from the electric assault. Her bowels were stinging and cramping, sending lewd signals up from her shivering white ass into her clit. It was odd, wild to have that kind of sensation racing through her body as she swayed drunkenly against the wooden work bench. Sweat poured from under her arms, itching where it trickled across the sides of her swollen tits. Her nipples were growing thick and tumid, throbbing in time with her clit and asshole as Jack fucked in yet another inch.
"Oh!" she gasped.
He twisted the small black dial at the bottom of the wand's handle, sending the maximum amount of electricity exploding into her ass guts.
Rhonda's mouth opened wide, a gust of air escaping from her throat while her eyelids fluttered nervously. The woman pulled wildly at the cuffs binding both wrists and her right ankle, her body shaking from side to side while her face became a blur. Spit frothed down her cheeks while she sucked in air to feed her bursting lungs. The agony in her ass flamed into an exploding ball of golden agony while her cunt snapped shut again and again on thin air.
Jack watched closely, finally satisfied he had given her the maximum amount of pleasure before shutting off the wand and pulling it quickly from her sucking shit chute. "Yaghghgghh!"
Rhonda jerked and jumped, her hair standing on end as her muscles spasmed and her shitter clamped shut on nothing. Reaching around, Jack unfastened her cuffs and threw her down on the floor. Rhonda still jerked and twitched, arching her spine, throwing her head from side to side while kicking her legs out in wild abandon. She looked like a woman possessed.
Bending over, he slapped her twice across the face, bringing her back to reason.
Sobbing, covering her face with both hands, Rhonda hardly felt the pressure as he threw himself on top of her and fucked his cock into her sucking pussy.
Rhonda didn't care at the moment what was happening to her. She needed something inside her, something that would scratch the maddening itches aching through her cunt and ass. Jack was fucking her hard, his prick sliding all the way in to the hilt and throbbing in her cunt while Gus squatted down on her face and fed her his prick through her mouth. She was filled with cockmeat as the men panted and pumped, rodding the young woman again and again while the others jacked off and wished they could be a part of the action.
Gus came first, fucking his cock all the way down her throat and firing his cum until both balls unloaded fast and hard. While Gus was staggering up and away from her, Jack bruised her cunt with his forceful fucking, corkscrewing his prick into her, driving her half mad with his prick. Rhonda and he came at the same time, her fingers clutching at his face while her long white legs kicked high in the air.
It seemed like forever before she finally came down from her sexual high. The others were standing around, cum stains on their Levi's.
Jack pulled her from the floor and shoved her toward the stairs.
"Get dressed. We're finished with you now," he said, pushing his fingers through his hair.
"But don't you forget, baby, you're on call… all the time, with this club."
Rhonda felt the cramps in her legs, felt the stinging in her ass still while cum oozed from her cunt hole and trickled down her inner thighs. She reveled secretly in being dominated, although she would have died before admitting it to this bunch. But now, she thought as she hauled herself painfully up the stairs, she had other things to think of.
Guilt came over her as she thought about her daughter Cori and her phone call. There was that desperate tone of voice, a tone that told her more than the words. It was probably nothing more than a disagreement between the girls. She had had plenty of them when she was Cori's age, and it meant nothing. Still…
"Good ass, baby, real good," Jack said.
No, she couldn't think of this. At least, she couldn't think of it right now. Her daughter needed her. She would get to the bottom of Cori's trouble, and then she would come back here and let these men do what they would…
Miles away, Cori and Cindy were having problems of their own. Uncle Jim didn't trust Cori now, even in the fruit cellar, especially as her mother was coming up soon. He wanted to make sure nothing went wrong to spoil his plan to get hold of those mining certificates.
Cori stayed in the awful main basement, her legs pushed through two small openings in what her uncle called Pilgrim stocks. It was something, she guessed from Cindy's look as the two girls studied the thing, he had used on his daughter many times before. While the brunette cringed helplessly against the far wall, Uncle Jim had made Cori lie down and raise her legs high above the floor, forcing her to keep them straight as he slipped them into the open stock then clamped the top down over her ankles.
Snapping two six-foot lengths of galvanized chain into two hooks attached to an overhead beam, he then dragged out a three-foot wooden assembly with two holes cut at either end, similar in style to the ones through which her ankles now lay. Opening the assembly, Uncle Jim thrust Cori's arms through, snapping the device shut, then bringing it up with her torso to the level of the chains. It took little effort for him to attach them, leaving the teenager hanging by her wrists, her arms held captive in the portable stock. Her asscrack opened and closed, her shitter forced open by the strain of her position. When Cindy tried to go up to her to sympathize and comfort the girl, Uncle Jim dragged his daughter away, threatening her with the back of his hand if she tried anything.
Cori sobbed, turning her head away, glad they were leaving her, and yet wishing they had stayed.
The minutes ticked by slowly, her thighs aching from the hanging pull of her own body, her wrists and ankles chafing cruelly under the stocks. When she tried to move to ease the pain throbbing in her hip joints, the chains bounced back and forth, increasing the pain.
Sighing, Cori looked up at the ceiling, wishing she could will those awful chains to snap.
It was at least an hour before she heard her uncle's footsteps coming closer. He entered the room, rubbing his hands gleefully, his face lit up like a glowing fire.
"Your mother's coming here. She just called," Uncle Jim said. "That means we're gonna have a little party for the two of you. Maybe I'll even have Cindy here."
Cori froze. Her mother, here! He was going to torture Rhonda as he was torturing her and her cousin! Cori shook her head from side to side, tears tolling down her flushed cheeks while her body bounced obscenely on the chairs. No, this was the last straw, the ultimate degradation.
How could God let something like this happen to her and her family? Uncle Jim's smile faded as he strode up to her slowly, grabbing her chin between his thumb and forefinger and jerking her head up. She found herself staring into his eyes, unable to take her gaze from his.
He was all-powerful, she thought.
"You know," he said, stepping away from her and rattling around in a drawer of a cabinet, "it's gonna be almost a disappointment to get those certificates. I hope your old lady even fights me on it for a while. Oh, I'll get them." He was pulling out four long wires with rusty alligator clamps attached to one end of each. "But I hope Rhonda holds out. If she does, I've got some persuading things like these."
"What… what are they?" Cori gasped, her eyes growing round and wide as she stared at them.
Uncle Jim shrugged noncommittally, licking his lips as he pinched the end of one of them and opened the metal jaws. Cori could see the tiny brown teeth come closer to her, looking like the fangs of a horrid little animal. Uncle Jim brought one clamp down near her throat, then quickly changed direction and let the small clamp snap shut over her right nipple.