Francine could see that she was in danger of being pushed down the stairs. Wheeling around, the woman padded quickly down the narrow wooden stairs, bracing herself heavily against the handrail.
"Oh God! Tina! Kathy!"
She stopped in honor, looking at the two girls strung up from the ceiling, their bodies jerking rhythmically with the pulsing current generated from the machine between them. Bart was down at her side in a moment, pushing her toward a earnest post opposite Tina.
"Surprised? You think we were gonna let 'em watch TV while we fucked around with you?"
"No no, no!" Francine moaned, her eyes wide with honor and disbelief.
She looked at her daughter as they shoved her against the cement column, circling a leather strap around her waist and cinching it tightly. Someone pulled both of her arms back, tying them together with what felt like rough hemp rape. It didn't matter.
She watched her daughter, watched as the dude shoved in Tina's pussy bobbed up and down. The girl's cunt muscles worked against the invader, milking it whenever a particularly hard spasm rushed through her pussy and made her shiver against her bonds.
Francine dropped her eyes. It was revolting. It was terrible seeing her own daughter like that. The thought made her sick.
Tina watched her mother with growing interest. Max drew cords under Francine's armpits, up over her shoulders, crossed them behind her, then knotted them tightly together. In a moment, the girl saw her mother fixed to the post, her tits thrust out provocatively. Bart used two firm bands that circled both her ankles and the post, one leg on either side of the post so they were slightly spread.
"No! What are you doing? God in heaven, I told you the truth! No one's here except me! Let them go! Let us go!" Francine shrieked.
"Gag her like the others," Bart said in exasperation. "She's gonna yelp her fuckin' head off if we don't!"
Francine looked pleadingly at Tina, as if her daughter could somehow help her. There was nothing she could do.
Max slipped out of sight for a moment, returning with a long piece of leather. Francine gave up her struggle, reining against the tight-fitting ropes as the big man wrapped the material around her skull and tied it in a double knot behind her head. The woman began concentrating on the ropes now chafing her flesh until it bled.
Turning her eyes, Francine saw her daughter wriggling against her own bonds. And there was Kathy, the girl, she thought, who had started it all with her wild ideas and slutty ways. She wanted to give the girl a good piece of her mind.
But the scratchy feeling of the hemp against her body told her just what kind of position she was in.
"Now, then, we've got a fuckin' full crew here," Bart said, cracking his knuckles and rocking back and forth on his heels.
He was standing next to Francine, stroking her ass, his fingers caressing the smooth white flesh and making the woman tremble.
"It'd be a real shame to let any of it go to waste. And," she added, slipping one finger into the asscrack and jabbing the tip against her skitter, "it'll be even more interesting to watch you watch each other!"
Bart scratched his chin, then moved to Tina. The girl was praying he would go for her mother, or even start walking toward Kathy.
Bart lowered her to the floor, unfastening the cuff binding her ankle to her wrist. Loosening the rope attaching her to the overhead pulley, Bart dragged her to her feet, steadying the naked young teen against his body when she began swaying back and forth.
"The guys are upstairs gettin' drunk. That's about all they do in life. You wanna go upstairs and party with them?" he asked.
Tina shook her head from side to side. They would fuck her until she was nothing more than a piece of raw meat. The thought did have an exciting edge, but then reality set in. She wouldn't give in to these men again, not with her mother watching!
Tina folded one leg modestly aver her cunt, drawing her upper arms in as she turned away from her mother. Upstairs she could hear noise, and she thought of how they would paw her, feel her, then fuck her. Tina shivered, driving the thought from her mind.
"Why not show your mom what you can do? She's hot, lady! I mean it! Hot enough to boil a cock when she gets going!"
Tina flushed, trembling with rage and shame as she watched her mother's face flush silently. The girl was about to strike Bart when she felt him grab her by the wrist and drag her in Kathy's direction. Francine muttered through her gag, her eyes round, her body strained against the ropes.
"I didn't wanna keep you hangin' around like that not with your old lady here and all that. It ain't polite, right? So we're gonna work out something a little different for you! Just like Mom!"
He threw her against another post. Max made sure her arms were well behind her, her wrists folded one over the other. Tina sighed. At least she wasn't hanging from the overhead beam, her nerve endings pulling apart from the terrible weight. Her legs felt better as Max roped her ankles to the pillar, then bound her wrists one to the other with a double knot.
Tina stood there, facing her mother, feeling as if something dreadful was about to take place, something more awful than all she had had to endure so far. It happened when Bart rolled out the generator again. The woman all sucked in ragged breaths, their eyes focusing on the dial, on the wires dangling from the back.
"I've had to modify it a little," Bart said, stroking the machine lovingly. "But I think I've done it so I can take care of all three of you! Hey Max, take off their gags!"
Tina's was the first. She spat out the vile mixture of rubber and spit, coughing violently, then slowly regaining her breath. She wanted to say something, to vindicate herself in front of her mother and her friend. But that was impossible.
Francine could only repeat her daughter's name again and again, while Kathy moaned, feeling more alone than ever. Bart uncoiled the wires once more, stringing them out, then moving back up to Tina. She moaned. Her nipples were sore already from all the puffing and biting. Again she saw the clamps opening and brushing up against her sensitive nipples. Again she felt the nibbling teeth biting into the pink flesh, distending the tiny nub with its weight.
Tina jerked her head back, her jaw set, her teeth biting into her pouty lower lip. Squirming, feeling her ass rubbing against the pillar behind her, the girl curled her toes until they cramped against the cold floor. Bart attached another metal clamp to her left tit, bringing a third around and rubbing it up against her clit.
"No, not there, not not there!"
Tina shrieked, feeling the awful teeth biting into the super-sensitive flesh of her clit. It was as if a dozen knives had begun to cut her cunt to pieces.
Her screams grew more shrill, bouncing off the walls as Kathy and Francine joined in, crying out for the men to stop.
CHAPTER NINE
After he had shoved a wire up Tina's ass, Bart moved to Francine, hooking her up in a similar way. Kathy watched, her arms still stretched out, her thighs tensing as the men came up to her. Perspiration streaked her sides, trickling down her tits, legs, and thighs.
Kathy whimpered, begging them not to hurt her, knowing all the while that they would. Each time the clamps bit into her flesh, the girl screamed, shaking her body violently and nearly knocking the clamps from her tits, cunt and ass. When the men were through, Bart walked back to the generator, switching it on, then looking from one woman to the other.
"It's gonna be easy, really. All you gotta do is beg me to shoot the current to another cunt. I'll do it, and then you won't have to take all the pain, understand?"
Tina wrinkled her forehead, inhaling sharply as she stared at the yellow pulsing needle on the machine. This time, she guessed, Bart was going to send a tremendous amount of electricity surging through the wires. She could tell from the nasty edge in his voice that he was intending to really hurt them.