Chapt. 12
Once in the kitchen, Angelique raided the refrigerator and took the result into
the main living room, where she made herself a large vodka and Coke. She was
tired, but exhilarated, the feeling of power that came from tormenting her two
victims was like a drug, she didn't even feel tired. As she ate she thought
about what she was going to do next. An hour or so of their present position and
then two of them would be in an over-heated sexual stew, ready to climb the
walls in their search for relief. Relief which, of course, she had no intention
of affording them! It was really too funny, the pair of them coupled like that
and unable to satisfy their urges. She chuckled to herself. By the time she was
finished with Martine, the girl would be begging to be allowed to lick her to
satisfaction. A couple more torments and her will would be broken, she would be
ready to become Angelique's sex-slave, ready to do whatever her mistress
demanded of her.
Finishing her meal she mixed a second drink, took it to the couch and stretched
out, the glass on the floor beside her. As the effects of the alcohol took hold,
her mind started to drift in a cosy, hazy manner. Suddenly she was back in the
6th form, 17 years old, a good-looking girl with a very sexy body, no lack of
male admirers and no interest in any of them. It was not because she was a
blue-stocking, she was, but rather that she found men, or rather the callow
youths who courted her, rather repulsive. They had no delicacy, no finesse,
their sexual desires far too evident.
The school dance, with the boys in suits, or similar, and the girls in elegant
dresses. The girls far outnumbered the boys, and since she did not want to dance
with any of her admirers, did not want to give them the chance to press up
against her, she soon found that she was becoming a wall-flower. Not that she
was the only one, far from it, around the walls of the schoool gym, suitably
decorated for the occasion, there were many other girls like her. Some of them
were even dancing together in one corner of the floor.
Just as she had decided that she was bored out of her skull and was seriously
thinking of going home, a good-looking girl came over her and asked if she would
like to dance. Angelique hesitated, and then accepted. After all, others were
doing the same thing, so she wouldn't stand out from the crowd, and anything
would be better than the inactivity she had been resigning herself to. She did
not know her partner, who seemed to be older than most of them, 20 or even 21,
dressed in a blue gown with a low decollete which exposed quite a bit of
obviously generous breasts above a tiny waist and long, shapely legs.
The dance was a slow waltz and at first the two of them held one-another apart,
decorously, following the music with concentration. Suddenly the girl laughed
and indicated with a toss of her head a couple near them. The boy was obviously
trying to get the girl's body to rub up against an all-too-obvious bulge in the
front of his trousers, whilst the girl was doing her best to resist.
"Aren't men just too disgusting? said Angelique's partner. "They can only think
about one thing, like animals in rut!"
Angelique was delighted to find that they were of the same opinion where men
were concerned and asked the girl her name.
"Odile, what's yours?"
Martine told her, and as they danced they started to talk, mostly about how
obnoxious the boys were.
You don't go to school here, do you," Martine asked her.
"No, but my cousin is in the 6th form and she invited me. I wasn't going to
come, and then at the last minute I decided to, it's better than sitting at home
doing nothing."
Where do you live?"
"I've got a flat on the other side of town, in an apartment building. It's quite
nice. I work for an advertising company, so I can afford to indulge myself a
bit, and after all, what's the point in having money if you're not going to
spend it."
The dance ended and the two girls parted company, but some ten minutes later
Odile came back to ask Martine for another dance. This time she didn't hesitate.
When it finished they walked off the floor together, instead of separating, and
sat together against the wall.
"Do you live with your parents," Odile asked.
"Yes, but they had to go away for the weekend. They didn't want to leave me on
my own, but the meeting in Paris is an important one for their firm so they more
of less had to go."
At that moment the band struck up another slow waltz and, as if by common accord
the two girls looked at one another and then rose simultaneously and moved onto
the dance-floor. This time Odile pulled Martine very gently towards her so that
their breasts touched. Martine felt something like an electric shock go through
her at the contact, and she pulled away slightly. When Odile made no attempt to
pull her back, she moved slightly towards her partner, breasts touching again.
And again that shock, a very agreeable one, she discovered. They dance for a
while like that, and then Odile moved even closer, so that their hips touched.
She moved slightly sideways so that her thigh slid between Martine's as they
danced. Somehow, every three steps, she managed to push her thigh forward so
that it came into contact with Angelique's cunt, and in addition she contrived
to give it a sliding movement, sliding the firm muscles across the surface of
the girl's pussy lips. After a dozen of these contacts Angelique started to feel
heat rising through her belly, she felt giddy, and pulled Odile close up against
her for support and... something she didn't quite understand. Odile, wise in the
ways of the world and lesbianism in particular, knew exactly what was happening
and rejoiced in the knowledge that the girl would soon be hers.
When the last dance, which they did together, had finished, they stood on the
floor, looking at one another.
"How about coming back to my apartment for a drink?", asked Odile. "I'll drive
you home afterwards."
Angelique hesitated, but only for a moment. After all, her parents were away,
she could sleep-in the next morning, so why not. In any case, this older girl
intrigued her, she wanted to know more.
Once in Odile's two-seater, the hood down, driving through the deserted streets,
Angelique wondered if she was doing the right thing, and was on the point of
telling her that she was rather tired and would prefer to go straight home after
all, when Odile said, brightly, "Here we are!", and turned the car onto a
down-ramp, the big garage door swinging up silently in front of them. She parked
it neatly in its box, got out and said, "Come on then, you can't sit there all
night like that!"
Angelique slowly extricated herself from the low-slung car and followed her new
friend to the escalator. It took them up to the 11th floor, a carpeted corridor
with two doors, one at each end. Odile fished in her bag, found the key,
unlocked the door and held it open. Angelique brushed past her, finding herself
in a big, open-plan space with a mezzanine at one end and the kitchen space
below it. It was beautifully decorated, with a long, low canape against one
wall, deep-pile carpeting and throw-rugs and cushions everywhere.
"Do you want a coffee, or something stronger?", Odile asked her. Angelique, who
was not a big drinker, hesitated, and then said "What are you having?"
Odile smiled and said that she would make them a cocktail. Going over to a bar,
she started mixing the drinks, which she poured into tall stemmed glasses, one
of which she handed to Angelique. Angelique tasted it, cautiously. It didn't
seem very strong, and the taste was very agreeable, and she started sipping.
Odile wandered over to the CD player, sorted through a big pile of discs,
selected a number of them and fed them into the charger. Soft, sensuous music
soon wafted through the room...
In the upstairs room the very air crackled with sexual tension. The two
interlocked bodies strained against one another, each trying vainly to find
relief. Perfumed, sweaty female flesh slid against equally-sweaty male flesh,
breath coming in raucous gasps, muscles clenching and unclenching spasmodically.
The feel of his cock, useless inside the wet tube deep in the girl's body, was
driving Mike crazy! Try as he would, he just could not move enough to generate
the friction he needed so badly to reach orgasm. His balls were throbbing, as
much from the sperm building up in them as from the pain caused by the rivets,
which bit into them every time he tried to move. Martine was in the same state,
the vibrator having taken her to a height of sexual frustration she had never
dreamed could exist. She writhed and twisted within the limits of her bonds, but
just like Mike she was unable to move enough to satisfy her needs. The vibrator,
humming smoothly inside her held her at that high point, never letting up, the
deeply-felt resonance driving her body to ever greater sexual temperature. The
blood hammered in her temples and she squealed and squirmed in anger and
frustration, feeling Mike trying to move inside her. This was worse, if
possible, than the pain Angelique had already inflicted on them!
As Angelique walked into the torture chamber, the atmosphere in the room hit
her, hard. It was like walking into a wall of pure sexuality, her two victims,
one sitting in the chair, the other impaled on his lap, were straining at each
other, sweat pouring off them, every muscle tensed in their attempts to relieve
themselves of the terrible tension that had been tormenting them for the past
two hours. And it was all too obvious that they hadn't succeeded! The air itself
seemed to crackle, charged with a kind of electricity flowing outwards from
their streaming bodies. She smiled evilly to herself, her ploy had been even
more successful than she could have hoped, sometimes there was no need to
inflict pain on order to punish, the softy, softly route could provide results
too.
She walked over and stood beside them. "Well, children, have you had a good
time?", she asked brightly. "You certainly seem to have worked yourselves up
into a right old lather, haven't you!" She laughed aloud. "Oh well, all good
things come to an end, playtime's over for the time being, we have to get down
to more serious things again, don't we?"
So saying, she untied the cord that held the vibrator in Martine's asshole and
pulled it out with a swift jerk, which hurt the girl nearly as much as its
insertion had done much earlier. Then she untied one hand from the back of the
chair and quickly pulled it round behind her victim's back, attaching it once
again to the collar. She did the same thing with the other arm. Next the ankles
were released from their position alongside the girl's thighs, and finally the
strap round her waist.
Martine gave a muffled cry as the muscles in her legs screamed in protest at
their sudden release from their cramped position. Grabbing her hair, Angelique
forced her to stand up and back away from the chair. Martine stood unsteadily on
wavering legs, half-lost in the daze that followed the sexual frustration she
had been enduring. Angelique had no trouble in leading her to the middle of the
room, where she attached the cord hanging from a beam to the ring at the top of
the gag-harness. Pulled it tight, so that Martine was forced to stand upright,
her hands high behind her back.
"Now you just stand there like a good girl, while I attend to Mr Granger,"
Angelique told her, slapping her breasts casually, adoring the way they wobbled
as the fluid in them surged back and forth. So saying, she went over to the
table where she had put her bag and took out a series of articles, which she
carried over and placed on the floor beside the chair. Without a word she knelt
down and undid the cord tethering the parachute stretcher to the chair-rung and
then removed the strap from Mike's balls. That hurt, as the pointed rivets
released their bite on his scrotum.
Grabbing his scrotum between finger and thumb, so that his balls were squeezed
into a compact mass at the end of the sack, she wrapped a thin piece of leather
5cm wide and about 25cm long tightly round the scrotum, leaving his balls
bunched together at the end of it. From a thick sheet of transparent plastic
lying on the floor she peeled off what appeared to be a square of thick white
material, about 5cm square with a piece of electrical wiring ending in a tiny
socket attached to it. This she put on one of his balls, where it stuck fast, it
was obviously self-adhesive. She smoothed it down so that it conformed to the
compound curves. She put a similar patch on the other one. This was followed by
the cut-off foot of a heavy-denier black nylon stocking, which she fastened in
place by the simple expedient of winding a thin piece of cord tightly round it,
half-way up the leather binding and then knotting it firmly. Next she pulled the
stocking as much as possible up through the cord, so that the patches were
pressed very firmly onto his balls by the toe of the stocking material. Finally
she pulled the open end of the stocking back down over his balls, screwed it up
as tightly as possible and tied it with yet another piece of thin cord. She
squatted back on her heels to get a good look at her handiwork.
Mike's balls had disappeared, and in their place was a tightly compressed black
sphere, hanging down between his wide-open thighs. Mike himself could see none
of this, and the manipulations had given him not real hint of what was happening
to him. They had not hurt, but he was aware that something had just been done to
his balls and he tensed himself, waiting for the expected pain to hit him. It
didn't come. Nothing happened. What in the hell was the lousy lesbian bitch up
to now?
Angelique stood up, reached down between his legs and took a firm grip of his
parcelled-up balls. "OK, now I want you to lift your ass of the seat, Mr
Granger. If you don't, in five seconds I am going to start squeezing!"
Mike quickly lifted himself as far as he could, so that the cheeks of his ass
were off the seat. Angelique whipped the rearmost two of the three short planks
that made up the seat, and then told him to sit back down. This meant that Mike
was now sitting on a single plank just behind his balls. She let go of him.
"There, that wasn't too difficult, was it. See, if you co-operate we can get
along fine."
So saying, she squatted back down and stuck two more of the sticky material pads
on the cheeks of his ass. Then she picked up an S-shaped instrument, with a
small metal cylinder at one end of the S and a wire at the other. She anointed
the cylinder with K-Y, put it against his asshole and pushed, firmly. Mike tried
clenching his asshole tightly shut, to resist this intrusion, but the cylinder
slowly found its way in anyway. When Angelique had got it in a far as it would
go, she tied the other end of the S to a cord around his waist.
Kneeling, she took hold of yet another device, which seemed to be a small metal
tube with a spring-clip at the top, and anointed the short tube with some K-Y
jelly. Then she took hold of his cock and slid the tube down into his urethra.
The clip fitted into the groove under the helmet, ensuring that the tube would
never come out unless it was released deliberately.
Lying on the floor were two twin-cable wires, each ending in a hi-fi jacks at
one end and two small banana plugs at the other. She carefully fitted these
wires in a pre-arranged sequence to short wires coming from the various
electrodes connected to Mike's body, and plugged the two jacks into a small,
grey box that fitted into the palm of her hand.
Drawing up a chair, she sat in front of him and held up the grey box so that he
could see it. "This, Mr Granger, is a TENS machine. TENS stands for
transcutaneous neural stimulation. It is a device used to relieve pain, by
sending an electric current through various parts of the body. The tiny current
negates the pain. However, it has been discovered that, when attached to certain
parts of the body, the TENS machine can generate pain. And this is what is going
to happen to you. There are two separate circuits. In your case, one is
connected between your balls and the cheeks of your ass, the other between your
urethra and your anus. The stocking holds the flexible electrodes tightly to
your balls, so that there is no stinging sensation to distract you. Instead, the
pain will be felt IN your balls. From what I have been told, by a lady who knows
a lot about it, it is extremely painful, it will feel as though they are being
squeezed, but at the same time as though they are going to explode.
Simultaneously, your anus will feel like it is on fire. Of course, these
sensations can be varied by this little control, here," and she indicated with
her finger a small knob on the box. "The other circuit is between your urethra
and the cheeks of your ass. I can control the voltage of each circuit
independently. One last point, the machine normally uses a 9 volt battery, which
is sufficient to cause quite considerable pain. However, this one has been
modified to use 2 batteries. As you can appreciate, this make it possible to
administer even greater pain, which is exactly what I am going to do to you. But
before we start, I think if would be interesting if you were in a position where
you could show us, by your movements, just how much you are suffering."
Angelique got up from her chair, walked round behind him and grabbed a cord that
hung down from the beam over his head. This she attached carefully to the strap
around one wrist. She untied the strap from the chair and immediately used the
cord to hoist his hand up in the air, so that his arm was stretched upwards. She
quickly did the same with the other one, then undid the other straps that held
him on the chair and pulled the two cords until he was standing up, arms way
above his head. Cords attached to the ankle straps were then fixed to eye-bolts
in the floor and his legs pulled wide apart. During all these operations Mike
had been powerless to put up any resistance, since his muscles were all seized
up from having been tied down in the same position for so long.
Returning to her chair, Angelique sat down and smiled up at Mike. "Ready to
begin, Mr Granger?", she asked him sweetly. "I think that you are going to find
the next hour of so extremely...interesting!"
So saying, she started, very slowly, to turn one of the knobs on the box.
Initially Mike felt nothing, but then a slight pricking sensation started in his
cock. This slowly got stronger, until he arched forward, as though he was
straining to piss. At the same time his cock swelled up and stood out rigidly
from his groin in the biggest erection he'd ever had. His anus felt as though a
red-hot poker had been stuck up it! Angelique started to turn the other knob. He
felt a tightness in his balls, a tightness which soon turned into a different
feeling, one as though someone was squeezing his balls. The pain got worse, and
at the same time the "pressure" (he couldn't think of any other way of
explaining it) in his cock got stronger. His hips bucked. Martine stared,
fascinated. His balls now felt as though they were on fire, as well as the
squeeze. Suddenly he roared around his gag and came, the cum spurting from his
rigid cock in streams, arcing out and down to the wooden floor, just missing
Angelique, who laughed delightedly, and who turned both knobs a little bit more.
His roars turned to screams as the pain lanced through his most tender parts.
His hips bucked wildly back and forth, as he shook himself, in a vain effort to
get rid of the torturing electrodes. He'd never felt such pain! His whole body
moved, violently, twisting, bucking, writhing. He screamed and screamed, sure
that she was doing him irreparable harm.
Angelique was really enjoying herself. Monique had explained to her carefully
just how to use the TENS machine, and had even given her a demonstration, using
one of her clients as the victim, but this was even better than she had
anticipated. She turned the voltage in both circuits down to a bearable level
and watched Mike's body slump in his bounds as he stopped screaming around the
gag. She chuckled to herself. She hadn't told him, but this TENS had yet another
modification. She turned the power right down, then pressed a switch on the side
of the box and help it down with her finger. With her other hand she turned the
knob that controlled the circuit though her victim's balls, until it was a bit
above what she had already given him. She waited. Mike was beginning to get over
the dose of pain, Christ that had hurt! If she kept on she'd ruin him. Thank God
the bitch had turned the.."Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" There had
been no build-up, she had lifted her finger off the switch and he had taken the
increased voltage directly through his balls and anus. His hips literally
whipped back and forth as he tried to handle the pain. It looked almost as
though he were trying to flick his balls right off his body. There was no way of
explaining the pain, it was way beyond anything he had ever dreamed of, far
worse than when she had beaten his balls. And it went on, and on, and on! His
anus was a ring of white fire. She turned up the other knob, and his cock burst
into fire as well. She pressed the button, and all the pain disappeared,
instantaneously. She released the button a couple of seconds later and his body
whipped again, as he screamed. The scream was quite audible even through the
gag.
For the next hour or so, Angelique played with her victim. Sometimes she would
leave him for several minutes without pain; at others, she would hurt him so
badly that he nearly passed out. The beauty of it all, she thought to herself,
was that she could carry on for as long as she liked, but he would never get
used to it. In addition, it would not do him any lasting harm. Monique had told
her that she had used a TENS on one particular client over several years, quite
regularly, and his wife had recently given him a son.
The sensation of power that the little grey box gave Angelique was quite
astonishing. Here was this big, strong male, and with this little electronic
device she could keep him screaming his head off at will. She stood up, moved
close to him, put her free hand flat on his belly, and released the switch. She
could feel the muscles bunch up as the voltage coursed through his balls, anus
and cock. She pressed the button and felt his body quite suddenly go slack. She
noted that he was literally dripping with sweat from the torture. She turned
each button up a tiny bit, put her hand back on his belly and gave him the
voltage again. And again. Turned up the buttons - voltage - screams - muscles
bunching up - feeling of sexual power. Turn buttons again - voltage - screams -
muscles - power. And again. And again.
It was not just his hips that were going now, it was his whole body jerking,
twisting, muscles contracting violently, a red mist blinding his vision, a
roaring in his ears, on the point of blacking out. She turned up the power yet
again and let it hit him once more. He screamed, body jerking wildly - and the
strap holding his right wrist gave under the powerful contraction! Without
knowing what he was doing, in a sort of intuitive reflex action, his arm swept
down like a striking snake, fist clenched, hitting Angelique with terrific power
just behind the ear. She went flying, pole-axed, out like a light. The TENS
machine went flying, too, and the pain continued to course through him. He
reached down desperately, trying to get hold of the wires going to his cock and
balls, to tear them out. But he could only reach the one going to his cock. He
ripped it away, and screamed even louder. One strange effect of the TENS
machine, even when used to cause pain, was that one channel slightly ruled out
the effect of the other one, and vice versa. As soon as the channel feeding
power to his cock went off line the effect of the other one was even greater -
and all that was now going directly though his balls! He nearly went mad with
the pain and, by an almost superhuman effort, managed to reach down and tear the
wire from his balls.
The pain stopped, suddenly. He stood trembling, tears streaming down his cheeks,
jaws aching, legs wide apart, his balls in their nylon casing hanging down
between them, still aching, hurting as much from the constriction as anything
else. He felt as though he had been torn apart on a medieval rack, every muscle
in his body was aching and protesting, but in a moment of lucidity he realised
that he was going to have to move before Angelique came round - and he had no
idea when that would be - otherwise there was a risk that, in his weakened
state, she would be able to overpower him once again. And he was NOT going to
risk that happening!
Slowly, painfully, he bent down and freed his ankles. Then he unbuckled the gag
and put it on the chair in front of him. Untying the cord around his waist, he
reached behind him with an effort and took hold of the S which terminated in the
electrode in his anus. Wincing, he slid it out and dropped it on the floor.
Finally he freed his balls, taking care to replace the two sticky electrodes on
their plastic sheet - he had a feeling he might find a use for them later. He
stretched, flexing his muscles, feeling them ease up a little. Then he looked
over at Angelique.
She was lying on her side on the floor, facing away from him. He shuffled over
to her and saw from the rise and fall of her breast that she was breathing.
Good, he hadn't killed her, that would have been a nuisance, quite apart from
depriving him of a well merited revenge. Grabbing a piece of cord, he knelt down
and tied her wrists behind her. He was very careful to cinch the bindings and to
place the final knot where her fingers could not reach it. Going back to the
chair, he picked up the ring gag and, pulling her lower jaw down, he fitted it
in her mouth and then buckled the strap behind her head. Lashing her ankles
together with another piece of cord, he turned her on her belly and, bending her
legs up, tied her ankles to her wrists in a classic hog-tie position. That way,
he thought to himself, she would know that she was in real trouble when she came
round. And in addition, a hog-tie becomes quite painful if maintained for any
length of time - and he owed her some pain!
By now his head was swimming, partly with the pain he had experienced but also
from pure exhaustion. That was Angelique accounted for, but what about Martine?
He looked at her. She stood there, her arms tied up tightly behind her to the
collar around her throat, held by the cord that attached her head-harness to the
beam above her. She stared at him, her eyes pleading. But Mike was in no mood to
feel sorry for her, quite the contrary, he was too busy feeling sorry for
himself, and anyway, all this was her fault. If she hadn't tried to cheat, he
would never have suffered as he had never suffered before in his life. No, no
pity for Martine, she was as bad as the other one. Of course, he could leave her
just as she was, but he was not sure how long he would sleep and she might just
strangle herself. Better to get her into a safer position until he was fit to
deal with her. Untying the head-harness, he forced her over to the chair and
tied her to it with several different pieces of cord. That way, there was no
chance of her getting free, especially since her hands were still drawn up
behind her to the collar. He slackened the cord holding them, so that if she
dropped off, she would not choke.
Finally, he was free to think of himself. Gingerly he took his balls in his hand
and felt them. He squeezed gently, and gasped - they were very tender. He looked
down. They were red and appeared to be swollen. The cow! Well they, and she,
would have to wait, the most immediate need was some sleep. Quickly checking the
bonds of the two women, he went out of the room shutting and locking the door
behind him. Downstairs in the front room her poured himself a stiff whisky and
tossed it off in one gulp. And another, and a third. Then, the alcohol taking
effect very quickly, he stumbled back up the stairs to his room, fell into his
bed, still naked, pulled the covers over himself and was asleep almost
immediately.
