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by G. Guignol
Luscious Lisa, stark naked, writhed sinuously as she tugged desperately, futilely trying to escape the heavy wooden chair. Its four legs were embedded securely in the concrete floor of the sealed soundproof underground chamber and she was tightly clamped to it so good luck with that, but a desperate girl’s gotta hope.
Her arms were hooked over the top of the back of the chair. Her dainty wrists were taped firmly together, secured by a tightly clamped loop of steel cable to an eyelet screwed into the rear edge of the seat. Her elegant ankles were tethered to the back legs of the chair so that she was straddling the seat, sitting up nice and straight as her big bare boobies bobbed and weaved enchantingly, her large blood red nipples erect with fear.
Pink faced, her beautifully toned muscles straining mightily, Lisa’s haunted eyes jumped around frantically. Hysterical with fear and dread, she squealed high and hard into the red ball gag that her full lips were wrapped around.
Her figure-hugging blue jeans, sneakers, pink ankle socks, turtleneck sweater, black lace bra and filmy bikini briefs were draped over a nearby chair; so near and yet impossibly far away for the bound beauty.
Jack smirked as he watched her superb nude body twist and turn wildly. His scarred, seamed face deformed hideously as he smirked. Lovely women liked to pretend that ugly guys like him didn’t exist, looking right through him. Their indifference to his needs spoke to him of their unknowing need for a strong educating male hand. He knew what was required, so here was another snotty bitch being cut down to size and taught to pay close attention.
The part he really liked in the present set-up was the large greased dildo that was rammed up her cunt, projecting upwards from the seat of the chair. Its mere presence spoke volumes to a haughty bitch, but there was more to it than mere intimate intrusiveness.
A large bare wire running up the front of the fat, brutally invasive probe, pressed firmly against her g-spot. Like the corresponding bare wire running up the back of the thick cunt-splitting dildo, it ended just before the bulbous head that pressed tightly against her cervix. For maximum impact, Jack had made sure that the huge dildo filled her prick pocket completely, from one end to the other.
Two thick insulated wires connected the exposed wires inside her cunt to the electroshock controller. The voltage, amperage and pulsing of the electro-convulsive vaginal current could be controlled precisely. Everything from a single heart-stopping lethal jolt to an eyeball popping long hard fry could be meted out to the unhappy slut squirming like a worm skewered by a fishhook.
Lisa’s big blue eyes stared obsessively at Jack’s thick, stubby fingers on the controls as he adjusted the three knobs, setting the voltage, amperage and pulsing to a good preliminary setting. It always required a little tweaking as each bitch’s pain threshold, sensitivity and stamina was a bit different. He really loved how it was impossible for them to pass out during these electro-convulsive workouts. He could fry them until they were drooling, slobbering and frothing at the mouth like rabid dogs and they remained fully conscious and screaming hard.
Showtime.
He flicked the switch, turning on the juice.
Instantly, Lisa’s strained face contorted in anguish as she experienced more pain then she had known possible. Every muscle in her tight toned body bulged against her smooth creamy skin, spasming and cramping painfully. Her bare buns dimpled prettily as her buttocks clenched, squeezing her asshole agonizingly tight. Her tits shook violently; sweat flying from her fear-hardened nipples. Her small fists squeezed powerfully, forcing her carefully buffed and polished fingernails to cut into the palms of her hands. Her pretty pedicured toes curled like claws.
He adjusted the knobs until Lisa was convulsing with rhythmic violence against the taut restraining straps, screaming as high and hard as possible into her gag. Then he cut the juice.
Lisa was panting like a racehorse that had just run the Kentucky Derby. Her naked torso heaved. Sweat glistened on every square inch of her glorious, creamy smooth, lightly tanned skin. Her deeply distressed face was dark red, every vein and artery standing out and pulsing visibly. Drops of perspiration trickled down her trembling cheeks and chin, falling onto her delicately quivering tits.
Jack removed her ball gag. It was covered with drool. He set it down on the chair that had her clothing on it.
Lisa stared at him bug-eyed, her sweat slick chest still heaving. Her bare breasts juddered enchantingly with each deep gasping breath.
Then she made her first mistake.
“W-W-What do you want?”
Jack eyed her coolly.
“Did I give you permission to speak, bitch?”
He flipped the switch.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
Once again, Lisa’s nude body convulsed violently, arching and spasming against the thick sweat-stained leather straps. Her superb muscles knotted and cramped agonizingly once again as she jerked and jolted in shuddering, juddering naked splendor.
He cut the juice. Lovely Lisa stared frantically at him, panting prettily, whimpering, completely freaked out, not knowing what to say or do.
Jack grinned and mussed her sweat-soaked hair affectionately. He loved this shit.
“Okay, sweet meat, time for us to have a little question and answer session. If I like your response, we have a little kiss. If you fail to please, you get fried. Understand?”
Lisa nodded and spoke hesitantly, her small voice tremulous with fear.
“Yes.”
Jack smirked.
“Do you want me to grope and fondle you?”
Lisa pretty face quivered pathetically and she gave him the helpless-little-girl look that, in the past, had men leaping to do her bidding.
“No, please don’t. Just let me g…AAAAHHHHHHHHH!”
When Lisa had finished her next educational electro-convulsive workout, Jack patiently repeated the question.
“Do you want me to grope and fondle you?”
Using her none-too-gigantic bimbo brain, lovely Lisa had finally figured it out.
“I’d love for you to fondle and grope me. Please, feel me up!”
Jack gave her big boobs a squeeze and fingered her perfect nipples. His hands delved between her trembling thighs and fingered her labia. He gave her a kiss as her reward.
He frowned. Lisa panicked.
“What? What? What? Aren’t I doing everything you want?”
He was witheringly critical as he insinuated a finger up her asshole, slowly worming it into her. Lisa gasped. Her perfect tits quivered delectably.
“Was that kiss your best effort? There wasn’t any tongue action, no moaning, no ecstatic squirming, nothing. You just sat there like a dead fish. Don’t you think that I like my bitches eager to please or do you stupidly think that you should be doing just the bare minimum and looking bored?”
His finger hovered over the switch. Lisa freaked out.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll do better. Please, give me another chance! Please! Please! Please!”
He gave her a kiss. Lisa tongue wrestled energetically and moaned ecstatically.
Ever the exacting taskmaster, Jack spoke reprovingly.
“Shouldn’t you be an eager little fucktoy, pushing your tits into my hand and offering to perform all sorts of sexual services?”
Lisa screamed as he flicked the switch. When she had concluded yet another agonizing electro-convulsive educational exercise, the obscene offers tumbled from her foam flecked lips.
“Please fuck me. I give great head! I’ll lick your balls and suck your dick. You can squirt cum into my face and over my tits.”
Jack wasn’t finished with the skill-testing questions.
“Do you have any complaints about the way that I’ve been treating you?”
Lisa stared at him incredulously and foolishly gave her honest opinion.
“How can you think that what you’re doing is right?”
He flicked the switch and Lisa screamed her way to a new understanding. Afterwards, when she had calmed down enough to form coherent thoughts, he helped her wrap her tiny bimbo brain around a key concept.
“Who is the most important man in your life?”
“You are!”
“Who do you have to please above all other people on earth?”
“I have to please you!”
“Do you think that you should be warmly supportive of everything I say and do?”
“Of course. I’m sorry. I’m so incredibly stupid. You are doing the right thing. I’m just a dumb idiot who didn’t understand.”
“Are you my eager little fuck toy?”
Lisa nodded enthusiastically, a regular bobble head Barbie.
“That’s exactly what I am. Let’s fuck! I want to feel your dick inside me. I want to make you cum with my tongue and lips. I want to do anything and everything necessary to make you happy.”
She moaned ecstatically as they French kissed and he squeezed and fondled her erotically writhing body.
After a good long make out session, Jack smiled smugly. He gave her the ‘good’ news.
“Sounds like you’re ready to graduate to the electroshock dog collar.”
He pulled out the studded black leather collar and held it in front of her face. She watched in horror as he pressed the button on the remote control. The wicked sounding sizzle and snap of high voltage electricity assaulted her ears as bright electric sparks flew angrily between the two metal electrodes on the inside of the collar. There was a faint ozone smell to the air. He fastened the collar around her pale throat snugly, positioning the still warm electrodes on either side of her spinal cord at the back of her slim neck. He snapped shut two small padlocks that secured the collar tightly around her slim throat.
“Now we have a brief demonstration so that you understand exactly how it feels when you are disciplined.”
“No! No… AAAAHHHHHHHH!”
Her eyes bulged and her neck muscles constricted until they were standing out like steel cables. Her spasming throat closed and she stopped breathing. Her tongue protruded from between her parted lips. Her contorted face darkened to a cyanotic blue as the agonizing demo continued.
He released the button. Lisa gagged and coughed hoarsely, her ample chest heaving. Jack was encouraging and upbeat.
“Now that you understand completely how it works and know that I have no reluctance to use it on you, I’ll free you from the electro-therapy chair. If you don’t do every dirty nasty thing that I require of you, I’ll fry you until your eyeballs pop.”
Lisa was frantic and babbled hysterically, desperately eager to please.
“I’ll do anything! Please! Fuck me hard! Want a blowjob? A titty fuck?”
“Will you lick my asshole?”
Lisa nodded energetically.
“Please, please, please! Let me lick your asshole.”
He patted her on the head like a master rewarding a pet dog.
“Good girl!”
He withdrew the electroshock dildo from her cunt and unbuckled the thick, sweat-stained restraining straps.
In no time, Lisa was on her knees behind him. Her pretty face was buried in the crack of Jack’s hairy ass. Her luscious lips sucked hard while her long strong tongue probed his anus, winkling out every speck of fecal matter. One hand pumped his erect penis. The other fondled his scrotum. Her naked nipples pressed against the back of his thighs.
It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
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