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“You’re lying. Ivana,” he motioned to the woman again and Ivana came forward and knelt at her side again, working several fingers into Laney’s cunt. She smiled when she found the wet excesses of the captive’s cunt flowing over her hand. This time, her hand remained there playing with the folds of skin that had only been made more alive from the charges of electric energy that had been zapped through her nerves.
Laney groaned, despairing that she could not maintain some degree of control, but she could not.
When Ivana withdrew her hand and revealed it to the others in the room, it glistened with Laney’s sex juice. The woman presented it to the captive’s mouth and Laney was forced to lick off every drop of cum.
“Her ass!” Kafka announced. And a hard jolt of electric shock made Laney jump several inches. Another and another followed. Each one longer than the previous. Then it was her clit that burned, and her labia that suffered next, and then her nipples received the longest blast, until the man at the controls had each of the electrodes sending its terrifying current up her ass and in her cunt, and directly on her clit, her nipples and through her labia all at once.
Her head fell back again and she screamed even louder and more uncontrolled. Pain ripped through her nerves at a surprising rate, but by that time, Laney could honestly not say whether it was pain or pleasure that tormented her. A deep burning in her gut and a savage ache in her cunt emerged from the vile torment. Bliss threatened. Endorphins rushed like raging stallions.
“Oh, dear god,” she gasped in a barely heard voice, when this latest buzzing ceased and she finally caught her breath many seconds later. Her head fell off to the side, and a little spittle had gathered at the corner of her mouth.
Kafka grabbed her by the hair, bent her head back and forced her eyes on his.
“So, tell me, slut, was that so bad?” he hissed.
“No, sir.”
“Sir? Hum. I like that,” he looked up at his companions. “Ivana, again. Let’s bring her off this time. I’m rather enjoying the experiment.”
Ivana worked with expert skill to find the places in Laney’s pussy where she gasped the most when stimulated. Then the electrical current ran again, in all seven places, completing the circuit, and when it stopped, the voluptuous blonde thrummed her clit and rubbed another finger lightly across her ‘g’ spot.
“Ohgod ohgod, ohgod,” Laney panted, shrieking, her body banging back and forth, recklessly jumping against the chair and Ivana’s fingers. She was unable to contain her frenzy, or to even appreciate how intoxicating she looked to the eyes of her doting audience—she’d never know how much they enjoyed the performance because she wouldn’t be told afterwards.
Spasm after spasm continued to tear through her. If it had not been for her handcuffed hands behind her, binding her to the chair, and Ivana’s anchoring hand, she might have fallen to the floor. Long after the current was turned off and the climax had retreated from its first powerful spasms, her body shuddered and convulsed, unable to stop for several minutes. She jerked and twisted now like a mindless puppet on a puppet master’s strings.
“We have ourselves a first class masochistic whore,” Kafka announced at last.
He moved back in front of her and lifted her head by the chin, which had fallen limply to her chest.
“So, you have no idea what the Marquis wants with you here in Prague?”
“I’ve never even met the Marquis. I’m seeking him out.”
He looked vaguely impressed by this news. “Well then, why didn’t you say that in the first place, slut? You could have avoided all that pain.”
As if that actually would have mattered. He did not bother to disguise his mockery.
Kafka looked back to his friends. “Put her in the shed, where we can all enjoy what her body has to offer. Use her as you like, just be sure you keep her clean and unmarked. We’ll do the marking later.”
‘What marking?’ she thought, but she had no strength left to ask the question.
Chapter Eleven
Inside a clapboard shed adjacent to the ancient cottage, Laney was bound to a bed with an old metal frame. Through a long bank of dirty paint-stained windows, she could see the cottage and the comings and goings of Kafka, Ivana and the other men who attended her. Regularly through the day, she saw Ivana sexily kiss all the men as they left to do their daily business elsewhere, and again when they returned hours later. She even watched through the windows as Kafka fucked the woman, a scene that was certain to have been played out expressly for her eyes. Ivana had just brought her breakfast, and on leaving with the tray still in her hands, she was accosted by Kafka, who tossed the tray aside, and threw her against the cottage wall, while tearing away her small dress. All of her clothes were snug; her blouses stre
tched across her enormous breasts and her short skirts would rise up on her thighs, eventually creeping high enough to show her ass crack from behind. On this occasion, the tiny dress was roughly yanked away. If Laney were not mistaken, it was torn at the seams.
For the first time, Laney saw Ivana’s breasts bared completely. Their fullness, and the look of her soft white skin made her mouth water and her pussy long for her touch again. Staring through the windows was a bit like watching a grainy art movie from the sixties. She saw Kafka bend the naked woman at the waist, so that Ivana’s hands were forced to grab the edge of an old rain barrel to steady herself. The man pulled her plump hips toward his groin and speared her with his cock, fucking her brutally, while his face twisted into a sneer. The blonde cawed and mewled, her big breasts dangling down and banging back and forth, while she gasped for air and purred the nonsense sounds of sex in her native tongue.
Laney’s hands were bound above her to the iron bedrail, her feet likewise spread and bound to the foot rail with ropes, so that unless she could work the sheets beneath her into the molten spot between her legs and come on them, she’d be perpetually frustrated by an arousal she could not bring to climax. She practically cried as she watched the sexy, fucking pair, all the while grinding her hips into the mattress, making the bedsprings beneath her creak. Sometimes she worried that the bed would crash to the floor with all the use it was getting.
The day she watched Ivana and Kafka, she’d already been bound to the bed for two days and two nights, given the sole job of satisfying the inhabitants of the house whenever they desired her. The man who kidnapped her came to her first, on the first night of her captivity. He’d quickly shed his clothes and climbed on her half-sleeping body. She could still feel the effects of the electrical torture in the funny fits and starts. She’d jerk uncontrollably and felt a rush of stimulation going straight into her loins, although his body was warm and settling as it rubbed against her. He loved her breasts and spent a long time kissing and biting and gnawing the sensitive flesh. With her nipples already sore from the electrodes, it was at first difficult to find pleasure when he sucked them, as though he were nursing his mother’s teat. In time, his persistent sucking made her cunt twitch. Her hips moved back and forth and she began to moan unconsciously. He noticed this and sucked a little harder, drawing the nipples even deeper into his mouth and biting them with his teeth, lightly at first, as if he were afraid to bite down hard, then much more firmly as he felt her respond. She groaned with her cunt starting to spasm from his efforts. She would likely have come if he’d kept this up, but he wanted more from her and finally got down to business. With his prick hard, he straddled her hips and plunged his organ into that velvety feminine home, grunting with pleasure as he then eased deeper inside.
She squeezed him, muscles jerking involuntarily; she was already beginning to come and would continue spasming around the thrusting organ, all through his build-up—which was brief—to the finish, when he triumphantly shot his load as far as his cock could reach inside her.
The young man with the messy hair fell down on her exhaustedly when he was finally done. Laney had come twice during the incident, and in the moment of sweet aftermath, she only wished she were free to hold him and to run her hands through his hair.
He would come to her several times while she was bound in the shed, and fuck her very much in the same way, with the same satisfying results for them both, but she would never know his name.
