Neither of than wasted any time. Max and Bart pulled out a series of devices from various small metal cabinets, discussing which should hewed and which should be ended for now.
Bart rose trout his squatting position, walking over to the wall and pulling on the pulley rope once again. Immediately Tina felt the tension increase around her wrist, the line jerking her higher off the floor, until her toes swept over the cracked, cold cement.
Tina winced, letting out a small cry as the rope cut off her circulation in her fingers. Her body was twisting around like a side of beef, her legs kicking instinctively while her long blonde hair swept over her back. She let out another groan, her knees striking one another. All thoughts about her cunt were gone. There was only pain now pain and the fear that more was to come.
"Let's work on her with this!"
Bart secured the rope around a horizontal bar bolted to the stone wall, taking a brown leather strap from Max and securing it around the girl's right ankle. Tina shuddered at Bart's touch, feeling the buckle tighten around her flesh nearly as firmly as the line biting into her wrist.
Max secured a similar device around her left wrist while Bart raised and bent back Tina's leg, fastening the bands together with a single link. The weeping, trussed girl hung from one wrist. Her other wrist and one ankle were joined at her lower back, her left foot dangling without support.
"She don't look comfortable, Bart," Max said, rubbing his nose with one hand.
"Yeah, real strained. I got somethin' for that, though."
Tina watched, tears blurring her eyes. Bart produced a triangle of wood, shoving it directly under her free leg. It was high enough that the foot could find a resting place on the rounded point. But she soon realized that to rest her weight on the triangle was more painful than hanging by her wrist without support. She shook her head, looking blank-eyed at the ceiling, hearing the steady groan of the ropes which held her body prisoner.
"Now, to keep you girls company, I've got somethin' special for you," Bart said with a grin, winking at Tina.
Max laughed.
"You," Bart said, indicating Kathy with a nod. "You are gonna find this somethin' really special. Get the gag for blondie!"
Tina didn't fight the ball Max shoved in her mouth, pushing the tip of her tongue against the filthy latex surface to make sure it wouldn't roll back too far against the back of her throat. She felt him fastening it behind her head, securing it the same way Kathy's gag had been secured. What interested Tina more was the device Bart had pulled from a tall green metal cabinet to Kathy's right. At first she thought they were jumper cables. Then the girl realized they were two long, steel dildoes at either end of the yellow double wires. A third double wire led out front the center.
Kathy's eyes rounded with interest, her muscles working against her glistening flesh as Bart fucked the first metal cock into her cunt. The girl shrieked through her gag, her head falling back while her jaws clamped down against the rubber ball.
Tina watched the way her friend twisted in her bonds, thinking, that her movements were almost beautiful, restrained as they were by the tight ropes.
"Now, for the bitch!"
Bart uncoiled the wires, holding the second dildo by its base and pushing it into Tina's cunt. Tina had had enough time to feel herself warming to the situation. Now, roped to the ceiling, feeling her body filled with pain, she began to feel something more pleasurable racing through her veins.
She winced, her cunt snugging up tight against the invading dildo as Bart shoved the thing halfway into her. They were going to pass electricity through her again. This time, Kathy would have the feeling of voltage pricking her flesh as well. The young girl sat down harder on the ball, watching as Bart attached the third double wire to the small generator, bending over, then switching on the machine.
Tina tensed, beads of cold perspiration dotting her forehead while a tremor passed through her jaw. She watched Kathy. The girl had managed to overcome her humiliation and follow the wire with her eyes, soon realizing what was going to happen.
Kathy screamed, jerking her arms against her bonds uselessly and snapping her head from side to side as she bounced on her ropes. Bart laughed, throwing the switch and sending a steady, buzzy current into the wires.
"Unnnhhh!"
Tina sighed almost happily, her body trembling from the amperage as her cunt went into gentle loving spasms. Kathy, however, was destroyed by the current, her body shivering as if it were being beaten. The men liked that, scratching their groins while they saw the brunette spasms again and again against the ropes.
Tina chomped down on her ball, nearly swallowing it as she felt the first climax sweep over her cunt.
"Let's leave 'em here! We got the old lady to worry about upstairs!"
"Mmmffff!"
Her mother again. Tina wanted to call out to them, to beg them to leave her mother alone. But the ball, kept her from saying a thing. Helplessly, Tina watched the men walk out, the door closing with a thud overhead. She heard the squeaking of the floorboards, then nothing. There was only the steady humming of the generator, and of Kathy's groans.
She looked at her friend, her body shivering as if she were having a fit. There was nothing she could do. Helpless, Tina hung there, the rope cutting into her wrist, her legs kicking back and forth, the sparking dildo making her pussy tense, relax, then tighten up again against the big steel prick.
She tossed her head angrily from side to side, her face grimacing as her foot sought the triangle. She tore at her bonds, her shoulder and wrist on fire. Thank goodness for the dildo inside her cunt, making her clit stand up and shiver with pleasure. At lest that took her mind off her agony for a few moments.
Tina hated the thing under her foot, hurting her arches more and making her bondage more than if it hadn't been there in the first place. Steadying herself for a moment, feeling the current ripple through her young pussy and making her cunt tremble and squirm up against the cold steel once again, Tina rolled her eyes up toward the ceiling, wondering about her mother.
Francine was having her problems in the yard. When Bart and Max had returned, they told the woman in detail how they had trussed up Tina and Kathy. Horrified, Francine covered her mouth with both hands. She drew back from the men, still finding it difficult to believe her daughter would have become involved with people so depraved.
"Your daughter's enjoying a steady fuck downstairs. We might put you on the same thing later. But right now, we gotta figure out what you can take," Bart said.
"No! Animal!"
Francine lunged, leaping up from the ground like a tigress and hurling herself at the big man. He laughed, knocking her back, then beating on her head until she crouched in the dirt defeated.
Sobbing, Francine wanted to die. She couldn't believe what was happening to her and her daughter. It had to be some horrid nightmare, a dream from which she would awaken safely in her own bed.
"Gimme some matches!"
She heard the command, then saw a sharp flame shoot up into the night air. Immediately Bart brought the flame down to her cunt, while Max and another man were holding her down by her arms.
More hysterical shrieks of agony ripped from her throat while the cords in her neck stood out. She twisted and writhed, her, legs drumming against the wet ground.
When they touched her cunthair with the fire, sending the curly fur blackening into ash, Francine thought she would faint. She lost control, piss spurting from her pussy and wetting down her thighs. Some of it landed on the blazing hairs, putting out the fire, making the men laugh.
"Good, real good, baby! Yeah, you're the mother of that slut downstairs! You're the only one who could pull that kinda shit!"