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Help Wanted (lex ludite)
Chapter 12
By the time I got to where the two dominatrices were being held, the fun and games were in full swing. The deputies had strapped them into a sixty-nine position, mouths jammed into cunts and held in place by Velcro strips. The trussed females were surrounded by four members of the force who were using whips to keep the ladies moving to escape the leather that was raining down on their naked bodes from every direction. The ball of women rolled ceaselessly, first one and then the other becoming exposed to the popping whips. One particular deputy was an expert with the lash and soon the others were transformed into a cheering audience as he turned the two Japs into barber poles.
After the first quartet had their fun, they finished it off by peeing on the two tightly restrained prisoners, causing them to roll furiously in a futile effort to avoid being saturated with the warm, acrid piss that poured down upon them. I watched as the second wave of men took over and started the ball rolling once more. By now the two women were nearly exhausted and they made even easier targets, since they were unable to generate much energy to escape the avalanche of blows that were opening up new cuts and adding further welts to their bare bodies.
Two more groups took a turn and the fun wore off quickly because the duo made no effort to escape the whips that flogged them furiously, lying there on their sides and absorbing whatever the deputies could dish out. The frustrated lawmen were reduced to kicking the pair to force them to reveal another section of their naked bodies for the lash. Finally when it appeared that one of the men had overdid it; his heavy steel-toed shoe possibly fracturing a few ribs, the sheriff called an end to this little portion of the session. It was at this time that the Japanese director was dragged into the room to take part in the next event that the men were about to start.
Overnight the electric chair had been given some sort of a tune-up and now was capable of delivering a jolt to its occupant that she'd remember for a long time afterward. It had also been slightly modified by the attachment of a probe that now rose up from the center of the seat. The sheriff decided that the director should be the first to try out the new and improved "old sparky". Before his deputies wrestled her into the chair and made sure the probe was properly seated inside her colon, he supervised the officer who was very carefully smearing the metal rod with a jelly-like substance that would react with the mucous membrane lining the prisoner's colon, significantly enhancing the amount of pain she would receive.
Despite her injuries and the torment she had endured during the night, this 30 something woman put up quite a struggle before they pressed her down onto the probe which slid slowly up between her skinny ass cheeks and worked its way into her colon as her own weight assisted it. Soon she was strapped into the chair, her extremities securely fastened, and the helmet making good contact with her skull thanks to the two inch diameter spot on her head that had been shaved free of her thick, dark hair. She had been too busy strugglng against those strapping her into the chair that the metal pan in which her bare feet rested didn't mean much to her until the deputy in charge of the procedure began pouring water into it and then adding salt to increase the conductivity of the solution. That got a reaction out of her that brought smiles to the faces of those readying the chair to as one put it, "smoke her good".
To prevent her from biting off or swallowing her tongue while she was being fried, rubber shims were jammed into her mouth to prop open her jaws. Then the sheriff gave the high sign to the deputy running the chair and he pulled the switch completing the circuit and sending some serious electricity through the director's bare body. She went stiff as a board and then her entire body began to tremble as the juice ran thorough her. Her shaking increased and became more violent as her insides began to heat up . The sheriff nodded and the switch was opened for a brief moment. For the next few minutes the Jap director was fried and refried, her body quaking and jerking spasmodically under the intense flow of electrons that surged through her. To make it more interesting she was given short jolts at full power interspersed with longer bursts of power at a slightly lower setting.
The anal probe did its job and soon there was this god awful smell coming from that chair as her bowels reacted to the increase in internal pressure caused by the evaporation of the mucous from her intestinal walls. Her eyes had gotten huge and looked as if any second they would pop from their sockets. Her muscles began to cramp from the electricity flowing through them and she jerked and twisted against her bonds to no avail. Then someone got the bright idea of hosing her down as she took full power and that finished her. Despite the shims she managed to swallow her tongue and it was touch and go before they managed to pull it from her throat and revive her. The sheriff called a halt to the entertainment and suggested that the canine corps, which had arrived during the night, have an opportunty to say hello to the prisoners.
The good old boys really outdid themselves this time. They brought out a low sawhorse and positioned the two battered dominatrices face to face over the top of the fixture, which required them to be in a kneeling position. After slapping them in handcuffs and putting collars around their necks, short lengths of chain links were used to pull their arms up and anchor their cuffed wrists to the rings in the collars. What they did next was mind blowing. A couple of deputies held the Japs' heads rigid and another deputy poured superglue across their lips. Then the deputies holding them steady jammed their faces together and held the struggling women until the glue set, neatly joining the two at the lips. Both of them went a little nuts when they realized their predicament. To complete the setup their ankles were chained to rings in the concrete floor, leaving their hindquarters vulnerable for a variety of things, all bad.
The canine corps consisted of four rather aggressive German shepherds who immediately began barking and slavering as they picked up the scent from the two Japs. The handlers were hard pressed to control the animals who probably would have attacked the joined-at-the-lips pair of dominatrices. To get the dogs interested in nailing these two, it was necessary to season their hindquarters, making sure to include their pussies. Once this was done the dogs were even more eager to get at the pair, but for a thoroughly different reason. Rather than tear them to pieces, they were now interested in tearing off a piece apiece. The room grew quiet as the deputies held their collective breaths and waited for the first pair of dogs to get to doing some business with their strange smelling bitches.
It took a little time before the first two dogs figured out that the strange smelling pussy in front of them was something to fuck, not bite. One of them mounted his bitch a little before the other and there was hell to pay. The Japs were not in sync yet, but the super glue held. It was one of the funniest things I'd ever seen. One trying to push as she took the first of countless strokes from her dog lover, while the other tried to pull away automatically. It was like watching a pair of those love bugs that inhabit Florida flying around locked together. Then the other dog got into the act; but instead of burying himself in her cunt, he hit the jackpot and drove his red, dripping bone into his bitch's bunghole. That brought a strangled scream from the woman that made things even more interesting. The one taking it in the butt was literally trying to talk through her nostrils since her lips were sealed to her partner. Finally the two dominatrices realized that they had better stay as still as possible or maybe face the rest of their life without a set of lips.
Those two shepherds really tore up their bitches, moving so fast that their cocks were just red blurs. They kept up the pace for a couple of minutes, which was amazing. Unfortunately the one reaming out his date's pussy managed to get his knot into her and so when he came, he discovered he was locked up tight in her twat. Meanwhile the other dumped his load and backed off, unaware of his fellow canine's problem. All this one wanted to do was look for a place to lie down, lick his cock and take a nap. The one stuck did not like this at all and did some things, including nipping his bitch, to try to break the bond. The two Japs hung on for dear life and the sake of their lips as the brute frantically tried to get away. Naturally no one, including the handlers, wanted to get near the dog in this situation. So everyone just hung around and made a few side bets on whether or not the super glue or the Japs' lips would go first.
Talk about a lucky break! Who should arrive but my client, Lamont Welby, the husband of Miranda, and stepfather-to-be of Dina. He shook hands with the sheriff and the deputies who played a key role in running down and arresting the perpetrators who had been responsible for the harm that had befallen his wife and her daughter. He had just spent some time with the medical people taking care of Miranda and Dina. Currently both of them were in intensive care; Miranda would recover but the prognosis for her daughter, Dina, was guarded. I knew how much he cared for the teen, and knew that there was going to be some very severe payback to even things up.
I was a little surprised when he came over and acknowledged my presence. I was steeling myself for some trouble which I was not about to take from him. That was not the case to my relief. He was not exactly apologetic, but he did admit to the sheriff that my actions had probably been responsible for the two babes being still alive. That in turn led to a very serious discussiona concerning what to do with the prisoners who technically hadn't been arrested or charged with any crime, unless being late with your rental van qualified. Based on my story and what he had been told by Miranda, who was able to describe in broad strokes what had occurred to her and Dina once they had given me the slip, the Jap director was the brains of the operation and everyone else was just a flunky following her orders. He could hardly avoid noticing the condition of the two dominatrices, and was satisfied that they had paid enough for their part in this little fiasco. The director, she was another matter all together.
He and the sheriff put their heads together while the rest of us watched the two flunkies have another close encounter of the doggie kind with the remaining German shepherds. They must have paid close attention to what the other dogs did, because they wasted no time mounting their bitches and giving them the ride of their lives. The Japs were getting pretty good at keeping their heads together no matter what was happening at the other end. By the time the dogs got done blasting them full of canine cum, we gave them a round of mock applause, although there were some hard liners who wanted to see their lips tear off. Getting the super glue off the Japs proved to be quite painful since the stuff used to dissolve the glue burned their lips pretty badly, but nothing compared to the damage that might have been done if a less sophisticated method had been used. I figured it might be a month or so before the ladies were up for any kissing, a relatively minor price to pay for their part in the torture of the two pain sluts.
When the sheriff and my client returned, they announced that the two women were free to go back to their home country once they worked off their debt to the local county police for overtime, wear and tear on their vehicles and operating this facility beyond normal working hours. This would be accomplished by having them work for one of the local brothels until such time as the debt was totally serviced. I thought this was a type of poetic justice as these ladies did not seem to be very attracted towards members of the opposite sex. Perhaps their time spent turning tricks for men who had no consideration for them at all might change their ways. Then I laughed to myself and admitted that I was dreaming.
Madam director did not get off as easy. She was turned over to Welby along with her passport, thus making her his ward, or something like that. The director would go to work for a friend of his making hard core underground sex and sadism films for distribution to foreign markets. She would continue in this capacity until Miranda and Dina had recovered sufficiently to return home. At that time they would determine what further punishment she would endure before they too were satisfied. Then, and only then would she be released and sent back to Japan.
Just before departing with his new employee in tow, Welby whispered to me that she was in for a few unpleasant surprises once he got her back to his home and had a chance to work on her personally. He promised pictures of her progress and he delivered big time. Evidently he liked to beat her with a length of heavy duty electrical cabling that had the end stripped down to the braided copper. It sure tore her up big time; I'd have liked to be there when she got the first taste of that nasty weapon between the legs and across her smallish tits that now were mighty big due to the swelling from the frequent beatings they took.
I wondered how she'd ever get through the metal detectors with all the hardware she was now wearing. I've seen tongue studs by the dozen, but never lke the three rings right down the center of her tongue. Six piercings must have hurt like hell. I wonder if he had the job filmed, and guessed that he did and I'd never see it unless I bought a tape at some outrageous price. Those swollen tits had rings through the nipples and heavier rings into the tit flesh itself. But it was her cunt where he outdid himself. Her outer cunt lips were now joined by half a dozen heavy rings, guaranteeing no sex unless her lover happened to own bolt cutters. The hood protecting her clit had been cut away and a stud driven through that super sensitive sex button. Walking must have been a very painful experience with all that jewelry shifting with every step. As far as I was concerned, it couldn't be happening to a more deserving person.
The best pictures he sent showed her flat butt and bald pubic mound after he had some tattoos needled into her flesh, followed by a set of brands that must have hurt like hell. The tats were in Japanese and directed anyone seeing them to screw her in either hole. It seems that Lamont Welby owned a small winery in Northern California and each bottle produced carried the company logo. I guess he thought it paid to advertize, so he had the logo burned into the flesh of her butt cheeks and just above the stud driven through her clit. There is no doubt that if she survived whatever else he and his wife and step-daughter dreamed up for the Jap director,she'd always remember his winery.
I collected my fee and took the first plane out of this bucolic wonderland. On the way back I couldn't help but notice a couple of familiar bodies. There could be no doubt that they belonged to Sugar and Honey, those two little treats that I'd swapped bodily fluids with at the resort. Candy was no where in sight. I watched bemused as a stream of adults, mostly women went up to the twosome during the flight and made small talk with the tykes. I wonder what they'd say if they knew that these two innocents had taken on upwards of fifty men in the last week and were a lot older than they looked. I never did see either one again, perhaps just as well.
( To be continued )
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