Chapter 11
Coach Robinson had knocked Frank unconscious, pulling him off
Betty and leaving him to his friends. Annette was still hanging
from the ceiling, her arms and legs now feeling as if they would
tear from her body at any second.
"That was good. Your mother performed very well,
considering. I'm sorry about what happened there, but Frank
apparently gets carried away at times."
David lowered Annette to the floor until her left foot
finally touched. Someone unfastened the wrist cuff that held her
arm and its opposite leg together. In a moment she was freed.
"Hey, how about the double chair, Coach? These two really
turn onto the electricity. Let's give 'em somethin' to moan
about. You know?"
Coach Robinson smiled, nodding in approval. "Good idea,
David. Then we can throw them to the crowd. After that, they'll
be more than willing to satisfy some of the boys."
Annette shrank back against Jack Robinson, terrified.
"We're going to break out the transformer again--but this
time with a new twist," Jack said.
"Transformer?" Annette looked curiously up at the coach while
she saw her mother jerking upright from the floor.
"No, no, not again! Not again!" Betty cried.
"What is it, Mother?"
David and Jack were drawing two of the nearby chairs forward,
putting them face to face about six feet apart. Only now did
Annette see the straps on the legs and armrests. There was a
black box nearby she guessed was the transformer, long black wires
leading from it.
Annette was dragged to one chair and flung down hard, her
tits flopping against one another. The crowd of boys grew quiet
once more, watching as David fastened the leather straps around
Annette's arms.
"Careful, David. We don't want to hurt her too much. See?
Don't put the leather over the chafed marks. We don't want to see
bone."
The grotesque command made the teen shiver. What was worse
was the finishing touch--the attachment of the leather thong
around her ankles. She was bound once more, sitting in a chair
that somehow reminded her of those pictures of electric chairs in
Sing Sing.
Betty was next. Annette watched as some boys scooped her
mother easily off the floor and put her in the chair facing her.
The teen stiffened. The girl watched with horrified
fascination as David and the others unwound some of the wires
which were all tangled together.
"We'll start with you first, Annette, considering you haven't
done this before and will need some time to adjust to it," David
said.
Cold sweat broke out on her forehead and shoulders. Annette
watched as David approached her with two clamps, black wires
trailing behind them.
"What are they for?"
"Your nipples, Annette. They're for your nipples. When we
get through with you, you're going to be wired to the transformer
via your mother. And then ... well, you can guess what's going to
happen then."
Annette whimpered, watching the clamps open. He rubbed the
cold metal against her nipples before letting the tiny teeth bite
down on her pink nubs.
The teen closed her eyes, shuddering with horror and fear.
Her mother had endured this and survived. She would too. But the
pain she would have to go through was what worried Annette the
most.
"Now, for your cunt and asshole. Your mother can tell you
about this," Coach Robinson said when the girl was about to scream
out an objection.
"It's useless, Annette. They're going to have their way,
dear. Save your strength," Betty warned in a hoarse voice.
Annette blushed again as David stuck long skinny wires into
her, first one up her cunt, then another up her asshole. The girl
shifted position as best she could, feeling terribly uncomfortable
with the wires and clamps attached to her. She looked at her
mother. Coach Robinson was sliding a long wire up her mother's
pussy.
"You see, Annette, you two are being connected ... here," he
began, pointing to several wires leading from each woman to a
control box. "It's kind of switching house for electrons. When
you move a dial on your little box there, current will flow to
your mother. And the same thing will happen when she turns her
dial."
David taped a small box on the right armrest, well within
reach of Annette's fingers.
"We're finishing up with this, so just be patient. This is
one good way to warm up a pussy."
A small gray box was taped to Betty's chair as well. Final
inspection was made, then Coach Robinson went over to Annette.
David switched on the transformer, and the others stood by and
waited, several scratching their pricks in hungry anticipation.
"Now, the power's on, Annette. It's easy from now on. All
you have to do is press here, twisting the dial clockwise ...
there, like that," Coach Robinson said.
Annette flashed her eyes up. Betty wag squirming in her
seat, her legs pressing out against the leather restraints while
her eyes flickered in her head.
"That was too much. See? Your mother's practically fainting
from the current."
"I ... I did that?" Annette was horrified, quickly switching
the dial back to zero.
Immediately Betty sank against the chair, breathing heavily.
Coach Robinson smiled.
Sauntering over to Betty, his cock jutting out again against
the front of his shorts, Coach Robinson braced both hands on the
armrests and stared into the woman's eyes.
"I don't think Annette wants to do anything. Let's see if
she can. One thing you should know," he said, hand on the dial
and turning his head around. "When you switch on your current and
send electricity to your mother, the voltage going into you will
decrease, giving you some relief. Think about it."
He switched on the current.
Annette jumped, her body bracing up against the restraints.
She could feel the stinging warmth nipping at her nipples.
Sputtering sparks tickled her ass hole while a warming kind of
sucking sensation took over her cunt. The girl flattened her ass
against the wooden seat, squirming uncomfortably, her fingers
fluttering over the dial, turning the dial.
"Oh, Annette, oh, you're burning my cunt! Oh God, God, what
are you doing?" Betty was jerking from side to side, the black
wires slapping against one another.
Annette watched through a dim red haze, her breaths coming in
short, pumping gasps. Her mother was going half insane, jumping
and jerking against the chair. Her eyes dropped at once to
Betty's right hand. The fingers were fluttering over the dial.
Her mother was going to send current into her body.
Annette thought great teeth were chewing down on her nipples.
Her cunt spasmed, the muscles cinching down hard on the wire. Her
asshole kept blowing out bubbles of air uncontrollably while her
belly muscles tightened until they cramped. Her guts were
wrenching, making the teen feel she would vomit if she could.
Another increase made her teeth chatter.
She turned the dial.
Betty was jerking more wildly, her lips growing purple from
the increased voltage. She was swearing, her voice cracked and
harsh. She could hardly get her fingers on the dial. But when
she did, Annette felt a jolt that shattered her skull. Both women
were jerking and twitching on their respective seats, current
flowing into their tits and cunts and making them cum and cum and
cum.
Coach Robinson watched; then cut the voltage off abruptly.
Annette and Betty immediately slumped forward.
"Let the boys have them now. They've been ready for some
time."
What happened next Annette and Betty would only dimly
remember in the years to come. Each was unstrapped, then shoved
into the line of boys. Annette remembered prickmeat being shoved
into her mouth while someone else held her head. At the same time
someone--was it David? --slid down on the floor and fucked her in
that squatting position. Others were lined up, jacking off in her
hair, wriggling their fingers in her asshole.
Betty farted.
The boys showed little mercy. Slapped, beaten, she was
forced to take on two at one time more than once, swallowing cum,
being fucked in the ass several times while watching her daughter
being mauled like a piece of meat. When it was over, Betty could
hardly move.
Crawling forward, she finally managed to touch and rouse her
daughter from her stupor.
"Oh, Annette, it's over."
"Yeah, for now. Boys, go home. It's late. Quite a practice
session we had," Coach Robinson said.
The team shuffled out, exhausted by the ordeal.
David was putting back the cat-o'-nine-tails and the
transformers, pushing the doors of the cabinets shut. As they
clanged shut, Betty jerked at the sound. She would never be able
to hear that sound without shuddering again. Slipping one hand
around her daughter's shoulders, she hugged the moaning girl
closely.
"Now, that was a good parents' night, wasn't it, Betty?" the
coach said. "And I've got a feeling you and Annette are going to
come down here again to repeat the performance. Maybe the next
time we won't have so, many people here--you, me, Annette and
David, my star player. It'll be fun."
The two men laughed, throwing the torn clothes into Betty's
face. They would leave, slink from the school, hopefully
unnoticed, and rush home. Again? Betty shook her head.
"Let's go home, dear. Home," Betty said. Perhaps next week,
when they were stronger. Yes, she would think on it.
The End
