J

‘J’

Part Two

Chapter One

       Waiting, continuously glancing back and forth toward the door, down toward the foursome of yellow lights glowing in a single row on the black metal box on the floor in front of her, the anxiety, anguish multiplies.  Nipples oozing miniscule droplets of blood, the silver clamps on both quivering breasts becoming crimson tinged; the sharp pain throughout her naked body’s become a relentless steady ache.

       The clamps and wires dangling with each labored breath, the agonizing sensations of her tortured nipples being tugged on time and again, she can barely imagine just how much more severe the pain can possibly be when the box is finally used on her.  Faintly recalling any accidental electrical shocks in her past, concentrating, even going all the way back to being a child, her one recollection seems to be of utter uncontrollable pain practically paralyzing her.  Focusing in on the dials, the buttons and knobs on the machine, she tries to rationalize to herself it couldn’t, shouldn’t be all that powerful, something that he would really hurt her with, then again, she’d never had her breasts or certainly her vagina treated so harshly by him, ever.

       Studying the shadow less light filtering beneath the door while trying to also concentrate on the illuminated box, nothing but utter silence, she realizes that time can’t hardly be measured, it being anywhere from as little as fifteen minutes to maybe even close to an hour since the clips were clamped to her bare flesh.  The tears randomly trickling down off her cheeks, dripping between her still thrust out breasts, another  futile shift ever so slightly of her knees, wrists in the sticking tape, her eyes widen as she suddenly notices the series of yellow lights beginning to flicker for the first time.  First one, then another, then a couple at a time, she finds herself reflexively straining, fists clenching behind her as she stares in dread at the flashing instrument seeming to come to life on its on.

       Breathing becoming ever more stressful as her still moist nostrils begin to flair, her lips quivering behind the still adhering strip of tape across her mouth, she glares at three of the lights abruptly staying lit, the forth turning to a steady off and on cadence.  A few seconds of the series of blinks and again her eyes widen as the red light directly below the flickering yellow flashes on, immediately alternating its cadence as the rest of the three yellow lights blink off.  Gasping in a deep breath, attempting to hold it in as the lone yellow light blinks just a couple more times and stays off itself, her left breast lurches as if prodded with a red hot poker while the red light brightens, remains on.

       Hoarsely grunting, nearly biting her tongue, her lips stretching wide at the taut tape, the sounds, the flashes of light swirling in her brain corresponds with an indescribable pain jolting throughout her chest.  Bucking, rearing, uncontrollably contorting for two, three, four seconds, the red light finally blinks off, the row of all four yellow lights flashing back on.

       Gasping for breath, mucus flowing down across the tape mixing with her tears, the clamp dripping blood as her singed breast sways to a standstill; her ears seem to continue to buzz as her blurry eyes glance down toward her throbbing nipple.  Tongue sore from teeth marks, her lips able to spread just a tad wider in the stretched tape across her mouth, the constant thumping of her heartbeat causes the nipple clamps to jiggle in unison.  Barely coherent, heart pounding, even the tape wrapping her wrists have begun to loosen from her contortions, if just some.

       The door swinging open, she glances toward him stepping in.  A small, three legged stool in his hand as he positions it to the side of her and beside the hellish box, she finds herself mumbling through her tears.  Watching him flip a switch on the box, the lights flicking off, she senses a relief of sorts.

       ‘Okay.’  His voice firm as he leans forward, he allows a finger to glide across the clamp that released the voltage to her still throbbing nipple.  ‘I’ve got some questions, just nod or shake your head for now to answer me, understand?’

       Seeing his other hand still on the toggle switch, glancing back toward his eyes, she slowly nods a couple short, crisp nods.

       ‘Now, I guess you’re wondering why this special workout?’ His voice still firm while he leans back as he draws away from the clamp, he continues without awaiting a nodding answer.  ‘I have reason to have serious questions about what went on while you were down in Florida; I can’t help wondering about your behavior down there with your friend, the two of you.’

       The pain still pulsing throughout her ravaged body, now the anguish of being confronted about her escapade just like she hoped wasn’t going to happen, she senses her face reddening, the crimson shade corresponding with the spreading warmth as she flushes.

       ‘Here’s what we’re going to do.’  His hand still on the toggle, flicking it on, off, on and finally off again, he watches her eyes, the welling tears still dripping down her cheek as her naked body flinches with each ‘click’.  ‘I’m going to ask you a few questions, If I find out you’re not being honest, that single jolt’s going to become a long series of jolts, and not just on a tit, understand?’

       A brief hesitation, then her head nodding ever so slowly, her body visually tenses as the clamps jiggle above the wires dangling down out in front of her.  Still struggling to breath through her flailing nostrils, hoping against hope he’ll remove the tape, she can only grunt and squint as she stares toward him.

       ‘Uncomfortable?  Oh, well.’  He smiles a slight smirk as he clasps his hands together in front of him, interlocks his fingers as he leans forward toward her.  ‘Okay, right off, first question.  Did you fuck around on me?’

       Crusting eyes widening, fists clenching behind her back as she grunts, she finds herself shaking her head from side to side.  The warmth across her face heating up, realizing she’s being asked the one question she fears the most, the pain of the jiggling clamps escalate as she again reflexively stiffens.

       ‘Really?  No, huh?’  His head slowly shaking back and forth also, his response to her answer dripping with sarcasm, he allows one hand to rest palm down on his knee as his other hand again rests on a toggle switch.  ‘Well, did the two of you hook up with any guys down there, I mean for any reason?’

       Again a hesitation, heart pounding harder and harder, the physical pain now being overshadowed by the mental stress, the anguish of having to lie, of watching his finger gripping that switch, she again shakes her head from side to side, sticking with what he appears to know is an obvious lie.

       ‘No guys, no fucking around.  Two girls, good looking girls with big titties hanging out of those thong bikinis during spring break and no guys could find any interest in the two of you, huh?  That right?’

       Reaching up his hand, a thumb and a couple fingers clawing at the end of the tape across her cheek, a quick, harsh tug and it tears free across her stretching lips.

       ‘Oooohhhh!’

       ‘Now only speak, only answer when I ask.’  He instructs as he continues to finger the switch on the black box and wires.  ‘One word otherwise and I’ll jolt your tits and clit for thirty straight seconds or maybe more, that initial one was only less then five, understand?’

       Her tongue sore, feeling swollen from her teeth uncontrollably clenching during the electrical shock, lips burning, probably chaffed raw from the sticky tape, she nods, mumbles under her breath.  ‘Yea, yes Sir.’

       Watching her taking a couple deep, fresh but nervous breaths, her stomach muscles flexing beneath her arched ribcage, the clamps jiggling off each nipple of her swaying breasts, the other clamps dangling from down between her spread thighs, he again slips his fingers away from the box as his voice becomes almost quiet, soothing.  ‘Now, the truth, the total truth, I want to hear it all.  Tell me the truth now.’

       ‘I, I promise, we, we didn’t do nothing bad while we were down there, promise.’  Hearing her own raising voice, trying not so well to let her tone give away her lies, she focuses past the gripping clamps, past him to the smoked mirror.  ‘I, we didn’t want to take any chances of being propositioned or anything so, so we, we just stayed together all alone and went to the beach together, honest.  That’s the truth, you, you can ask her if you don’t believe me, you can.’

       ‘One more time, one last chance.’  His voice again alternating to the stricter, almost cold tone, his fingers once more reaching to the electrical box, he nods.  ‘Well?’

       ‘I swear, I, I do, I do swear!’

       Flicking the switch upward, adjusting some sort of dial that resembles a timer to her, standing, the four yellow lights glowing, he reaches in his pocket, tugs out a sort of horse bit.  Reaching over, slipping it between her lips, fastening its dangling straps behind her head, he grabs the stool, steps toward the door.  ‘You’ll need that to protect your tongue for the next half hour or so.’  A hesitation, he smirks.  ‘By the way, how ‘bout the Surfer boys, and know what?   I did ask her.  Think about that while the box helps refresh your memory.’

       The door shutting behind him, she stares through the foggy tears toward the door, back down toward the glowing lights on the box.  Again the thoughts swirling, her heartbeat thumping beneath her twitching breasts, she replays his words ringing in her ears, ‘surfer boys’.

       The yellow lights starting to blink in random sequences catching her attention, the wires leading toward the clamps twitching from her nipples, she senses the leather bit between her teeth compressing, flattening across her tongue even as her body tenses.  The initial yellow bulb continuing to blink as the other three darken, the corresponding red light beneath once more flashing on and off, she can’t help focusing on her jiggling nipple, the one already jolted initially.  Holding her breath in, gnawing on the bit, her heart thumps, pounds in her chest as the yellow light blinks ominously off.  Fists tensing, toes scraping back against the wooden surface beneath her spread legs, the searing pain jolts through her jerking breast, the clamp bouncing with her twisting nipple as saliva spews from the corners of her lips.  The two, then three second burst as harsh as the initial jolt, her head rears back as the red light fades.

       Attempting to somehow catch her breath, feeling like she’d been punched in the stomach, actually much worse, ears ringing, her breast swaying, jiggling to a standstill, her tortured nipple throbs beneath the heated clamp.  Grunting as she gasps, eyes swollen, staring down toward the wired machine, the row of yellow lights once again initiate a random series of blinks.  More gnawing, grunting on the rawhide gag as she again tenses, tugs, twists at the tape holding her wrists, ankles so tautly, she glares toward the smoked glass beside the door, back toward the hellish blinking lights above the blank row of red bulbs beneath.

       Blinking, flashing, one bulb, all four, a couple at a time seeming without rhyme or reason, then suddenly, the end bulb continues to blink as the others fade into darkness.  Another deep inhalation, clamps jiggling on her twisting nipples above the swaying wires, she focuses on the row of red lights with her perspiration soaked body stiffening.  The yellow bulb flashing off, back on, off, back on, off, on, off, on, a nervous, harsh exhalation with saliva spewing off her stretched lips, another deep inhalation with eyes riveted to the yellow light, the blank red bulb beneath it, even in her frantic state of mind she realizes somewhere else on her naked body is about to be jolted, but where?

       All four yellow bulbs again springing to life, the random flashes, the red lights remain dark.  A couple amber bulbs at a time, singular, all four, her chest seems to pound in cadence with the lights as she tears at the tape, twists her raw wrists, tugs as she jerks, all useless, just that much more painful with the flailing clamps.  Finally grunting out a breath, head tilting forward as her face presses down between her swaying breasts, the wired clamps jiggling beside either cheek; she again raises her eyes toward the electrical box, toward yet another yellow bulb flashing alone as the others all darken.

       Mentally drained, almost hopelessly gazing through her tears toward the box, the red light flashing on beneath its counterpart, she barely braces as the yellow fades off.  The red flashing just a couple extra pulses, her body jerks upwards as the jolting shock resonates between her contorting thighs.  A red hot poker, even a sledgehammer, something worse, two again three seconds that seem like an eternity of excruciating agony, her teeth sink into the leather gag, her eyes roll back past her straining, blinking eyelids with the harsh buzzing resonating between her ears.

Uncontrollably stiffening into an obscene arch, then just as harshly slumping forward in the restraints, head almost dangling as a steady sliver of drool escapes her spread lips, wheezing as her thighs quiver, spasm randomly, her thoughts are momentarily incoherent, just the pulsing burning deep in her bowels keeping her conscious.

The door swinging open, he steps forward with stool in hand, toward the box, her.  Flicking the switch, the lights all illuminating, flashing in unison, blinking off, he slides an open palm beneath her chin as he sits on the stool, raises her head.  Her face flushed, eyes darkened as much as swollen, he stares into her nearly blank expression.

‘Now, let’s hear about your ‘surfer guys’.  His voice even keeled, not harsh, yet not sympathetic, he glances toward the box, toward the foursome of clamps on her glistening flesh while he reaches out, tugs almost gently on one compressing a nipple.  ‘I want the truth, I want to hear everything just like your friend admitted to, otherwise we’ll continue with the box turned back on until you decide otherwise, hear me?’

Slowly understanding his words, his voice like a distant echo in her ringing ears, she gazes through hazed eyes up toward his look, nods her head, if just barely.

‘One lie, just one little, tiny lie that doesn’t add up and the jolts will be twice as long and with a couple of the clamps at a time, understand?’

Her eyes widening as she understands the threat, her head twisting back and forth on her craning neck, she senses his cupping hand sliding up across her cheek, unfastening the horse bit. Coughing, spewing spittle, she watches as he leans back, slips a couple fingers on the box’s toggle switch.

‘Now, let’s begin. Start with when and how you met your ‘surfer guys.’

End Part Two … Reviews and thoughts again encouraged before Part Three is submitted.