Electric

To an observer she would appear to have an overly extreme fear of the pending storm. Her knuckles blanched out white as she clenched the steering wheel tighter with each flash of lightening in the sky. Her eyes wide and dilated looked glassy as she stared straight into the night ahead of the car. She wasn’t seeing the storm, she wasn’t hearing the crash of thunder following the streaks of light in the sky but instead playing in her mind were the dim out of focus black and white images of the tape she had just watched, the primal sounds that filled her room when she had pressed play. The skin on her bare arms and the tops of her creamy exposed breasts were riddled with goose bumps even with the humid hot air hanging about. She wished it would rain and rid the air of the ozone smell left from the electrical charge of the lightening in the late summer night. The smell was what triggered the strongest memories. She would have been a psychoanalyst’s wet dream. Driving herself mad heading towards the man that not only sent her the tape but had been the creator of her worst nightmare and greatest pleasure.

She knew the leather seat under her would be slick with her seeping cunt juices. The flow that began with the first whimper heard long before the images appeared on her screen at home. They could not be stopped or contained as long as her mind replayed the twisted memories. It was as if there was a prelude to the film, a soundtrack created just to prime her senses before the actual movie. She heard those moans and whimpers even shrieks just as she heard now in her mind as she drove along. The car was silent except for her own rapid breathing and the crash of the thunder outside and if she would allow herself to know the occasional crooning she let escape. It was a wonder she wasn’t doing more, her body was betraying her.

The film filled in the pieces her mind couldn’t absorb when her senses were so overloaded. She had watched, mesmerized by the flickering images for nearly three quarters of the tape before she realized she was watching herself on the screen. When she did realize she was seeing herself she jabbed at the stop button only to freeze the image on the screen, a close up of her face. If it hadn’t been for the jolt of recognition that hit her she wouldn’t have been able to judge whether the woman was in pain or ecstasy, her mouth open, her eyes wild and the guttural cry as she strained against her bindings. Unconsciously, her hand rubbed down between her thighs and she felt the heat and wetness that was crawling downward, wetting her halfway to her knees. She couldn’t help herself but pressed rewind, wanting now to recapture every moment and small nuance of the film knowing it was herself she was watching, knowing it was moments from this tape that haunted her dreams, woke her up in a puddle of her own sweat and cum.

The tape began black screened, the mewling and whimpering of a woman in the background. The sound growing in intensity and then suddenly muffled, a gagging, choking noise accompanied with the blocked screams the rustle of sheets and the slurping of wetness, then sudden quiet. And then the images began… low lighting and poor quality black and white tape made it seem surreal, like watching a old silent movie.

Lying on the bed was a woman, no not a woman, but herself she realized now. Naked spread open and bound as the camera passed down over her body. Barely showing her blindfolded face, it slowed focused in on the leather collar cinched tightly about her neck then passed gingerly to each leather tied breast. Her chest seemed to be heaving exaggeratedly with each breath, the camera dallied on each nipple and it seemed as if they hardened as they were filmed, shriveling and tightening into swollen buds. She licked her lips. She knew that was a fluke, she had no idea there was a tape being made. As the camera stayed still on one nipple she heard the first moan. She knew what was happening now what had caused the nipples to peak and harden. The tape betrayed the watcher, didn’t show the delft fingering that was happening between her spread thighs. It didn’t show how expertly she was being teased close to orgasm, her body arching and pulling against the restraints to meet the fingers manipulating her engorged clit. An exasperated sigh was heard as the camera began its descent down her body and the teasing halted. A quick pan over the saturated seeping triangle, the camera moved down her thighs. The muscles were well defined from the recent straining against her bondage. Down lower to her ankles spanning across the spreader bar holding her open and stretched. She wouldn’t have paid much attention to the two ropes centered on the bar if she hadn’t been so curious now of how the manipulations of her body later had been performed. One of the ropes she noticed held the bar taunt to the footboard of the bed. A normal viewer at this point would have wondered why the maker hadn’t just bound her ankles to the corner posts but she knew she knew why.

Just like the prior focus on her breasts the camera found her cunt and centered on it. She couldn’t remove her gaze as she watched as the fluids actually seeped from her slit. She knew her breasts were being manipulated and her nipples bit and suckled as the camera focus remained on her twat. She could hear her whimpering pleas in the background as she saw the touch of the magic wand to her swollen clit. She felt the jolt as she watched and realized she was fingering herself, cumming as she watched her own body begging for the same release on screen. As quick as the wand came it disappeared not lingering long enough to allow her the exquisite release she begged for. And the camera backed off, becoming a stationery overview of her prone body, stretched and pulled taunt on the bed, a pillow under her torso seemed to open her up and exaggerate her vulnerability.

Now here she was following his directions at the end of the tape. She was anticipating, nervous, scared yet hungry for the intensity that she knew he would bring. She was enslaved to him. Her body was craving what only he had shown her could be possible to feel. Even with the memory of the sharp intense pain her pussy contracted, wanting, needing what he would dole out to her as he chose.

With the thought of pain came more memories, the film images were beginning to mingle and entwine with the sensation memories. Together the two overwhelmed her and prevented any common sense from surfacing. She drove on into the pending storms, weather and personal.
Through the camera the viewer saw the menacing jaws of the jagged steel jawed clamps as they opened and closed each time coming a bit closer to the swollen nub of nipple. There was a twisting and pulling with his fingers as he drew the nipple upward, stretching it finding a good section of flesh for the jaws to bite into and this had her shifting in her seat. She heard the cry she had let out as the teeth of each jaw bit into the delicate nipple tissue. She rubbed her palm over her tender nibs now as she watch. She heard her whimpers turn to moans until the other clamp released quickly and severely onto the other nipple on screen. She watched as he tugged at both clamps making her whimper and mewl, her own fingers now pinching, pulling and twisting her nipples as her moans mingled with those coming from the screen. How many times would she cum before she made it through the screening. How many times would she be compelled to play the tape over and over, memorizing each moment, melding them to the sensations she had felt.

The flood from her cunt hadn’t stopped, the camera showed the constant drool emitted by her twitching twat. The fingers teasing her again, she pulled one hand off her nipples and began fingering her clit again, letting first one then another finger find its way into her sopping hole. The rocking of her hand as her thumb rubbed the nub of her clit and two then three fingers pumped in and out of her cunt. She threw back her head and rode her own hand oblivious to the images on the screen, knowing that before she would find release from his handy work there he would stop, denying her release, but he couldn’t deny her release now she was so close, too close to stop until she heard it the crackle. It was the sizzle of electricity filling the air. Stopping, she pulled her fingers from her cunt, her eyes riveting to the screen. Her fingers found her mouth and she unconsciously licked and sucked her juices without even tasting.

The camera focused on the wand and the static electricity it emitted. He wasn’t touching it to her, just letting the nuance of the noise alert her senses. Waken the fear inside her, anticipating the shock, the feeling of fire ants biting into her skin. She saw her skin prickle, the fine hairs on her body standing up. Her body seemed to try to withdraw into the bed. But nothing, nothing, no fiery sensation stung into her body. She waited for what seemed like hours a faint wetness of cold sweat breaking out on her prone torso. Then she felt the tugging again on the clamps, her nipples aching from the pressure but a mingling of pleasure filling her as well. She watched now seeing the tugging wasn’t tugging but the attaching of wires to each clamp.

He was back to teasing her clit, rimming his finger around the surface then pinching it between two and pulling outward. It was on one of the pinching and pulling motions that the third steel toothed clamp bit into her flesh. She screamed, not a whimper or a moan but an all out shrill cry. The pain of the metal teeth piercing into the tenderest of tender skin had her whimpering as she watched.

It must have been that cry that made him decide on the gag. The camera showed a black gel phallic with a strap being inserted into her mouth. At first she had refused to open her jaws but the tightening grip on the base of her neck had her complying. He seemed to be amused with her slow opening and fucked her reluctant mouth with the black gelly. Each penetration was going deeper into her mouth slowly broaching her throat. She could tell when the false penis finally entered her narrowed passage as she heaved in a gagging response. His low chuckle was heard in the background as he held it still and deeply embedded until her heaving subsided. The strap was buckled in place and the camera focused back on her nipples. He pinched the clamps to tighten them and heard her muffled whimpers around the gag. She must have bit down on it he thought as she began gagging again. She remembered the bitter fowl tasting spew from the tip when her teeth bit into the gag. She couldn’t swallow the gag prevented it. The nasty taste filled her mouth causing her to salivate. Her mouth was filling with her own spit around, gathering the gag that blocked off her throat, she had no alternative than to turn her head to the side and let it drool down over her cheek. The camera caught the humiliating dribble and she squeezed her eyes shut willing the disturbing image from her mind.
It didn’t take long for her to open her eyes and focus on the screen again. She heard the muffled whimper again and remembered the pain she felt in her clit at that moment. Her hand reached down to protectively cover her snatch now as she watched him pulling and twisting the clamp as he wired it on screen. Then nothing, she remembered thinking he left as she laid there the camera panning her body for several minutes. She watched the image, it was a strange feeling, knowing that she was watching herself but so caught up in what was happening to really absorb that he had filmed her without consent. She never wondered if she was the only one enjoying the tape.

He listened to the sound track over and over as he carefully planned the coming events. She was so malleable. He had but to wag his finger her direction now and she would either start dripping in anticipation or cower in fear still dripping with anticipation. He liked that she was a wet cunt, just waiting for him to toy with her. Her fear and her passion fueled and drove his desires and needs. He craved bringing her the pain that led to the intense pleasure she craved. He knew so many ways to bring her pain and even more to bring her pleasure.
She was so caught up in her thoughts she nearly missed the small unmarked road off the highway. She hit the brakes rather sharply and muttered as the car skidded a bit as she rounded the corner. She glanced down at her odometer to note the mileage, his note said 30 miles and then to turn onto the trail off to her left. Trail what the hell did that mean? It wasn’t a road?

Thirty miles she let her mind wander again. The seat under her was definitely wet she could feel herself practically sliding in the puddle on the leather. She edge the temperature up a bit on the air conditioning, it was feeling a bit chilly on her wet thighs now. She thought of turning it off completely and opening the windows and sunroof but with the impending storm she didn’t want to be caught unaware and drenched before she could close up.

The first jolt of electric current into the clamps took her completely by surprise. She watched the tape as her body seemed to rise off the bed and then slam back into the mattress. The sensation of the stinging fire ants produced by the violet wand was nothing in comparison to what she had just felt, the direct current to her nipples and her clit. God, her poor clit, she was pretty sure he had just fried it. As sharp as the sensation was it ceased immediately as he stopped the current. It was only a second but it was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
The camera panned to her head as she shook it side to side. Her cheeks were wet with her own drool and her hair scattered wildly on the pillow under her head. Her head jerked up as the second shock of current flashed through her. This one longer than the last, stronger too, she shook her head violently and mewed around the gag. He stroked her forehead and chuckled. She hesitated waiting to feel it again but after a few moments allowed his caress to lull her into a relaxed state.

The camera showed him releasing the rope that secured the spreader bar to the footboard. As the pressure came off the bed rope she felt a tugging upward, her body folding in half as her ankles neared the head of the bed. As the small of her back was pulled up from the bed he shoved a wedge shaped cushion under her hips. He allowed the rope to release enough to take a small amount of the pressure off her ankles and transfer to her lower back. She looked at the screen image. There she was spread open the camera focused on her holes.
She remembered lying there, waiting for him to fuck her and wanting him to fuck her. Waiting, waiting for what seemed like ages, then the feeling of his fingers caressing her wetness, they were so cold. Why were his hands so cold? She didn’t have long to concentrate on how cold his hands were when the searing burn filled her cunt. She watched as she saw the stainless dildo he used pumping it in and out of her. Her own wet juices appeared to freeze to the phallic. Each plunge was deeper into her recesses. He added a twisting motion and was reaming her when the metal began to thaw and warm drawing the heat from her cunt walls. As it warmed the pleasure seeped in. She began to moan and move her pelvis as much as her bindings allowed. Pushing forward to meet the spearing and pulling back as it was withdrawn. His fingers massaging her juices around her tight pucker his finger alternately entered her ass as the metal cock withdrew from her cunt. Her juices dripping from her now splattered the bed below when he withdrew his finger and inserted a smaller steel dildo into her ass. He watched her trying to impale herself more and more onto the metal objects.

She saw then the wires trailing from the steel cocks, watched as the camera traced the wires back to an innocent childhood toy, perverted for his pleasure. As he slowly pushed the lever of the train transformer to its lowest setting she felt the first tingle. Her cunt, ass, clit and nipples quivered. Then he unclamped her clit. The blood rushing back in had her nearly bite through the gag in her mouth. Her muffled scream changing to a gagging again. He waited for it to subside then brought the magic wand to her throbbing nub. The pain mingled with pleasure and as he increased the vibrations she neared her own orgasm, when he sensed she was on the brink he turn the wand to high and shoved the lever on the transformer to full.

Her body shook. Racked in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced she saw as the metal dildos in her cunt and ass were forced by her own muscles to shoot out of her orifices. He held the wand tight to her clit not allowing her the reprieve to recover. Her body continued contracting and heaving until she suddenly fell limp, only then did he back off the power from the transformer and remove the wand.

She looked down at her odometer. Damn, she missed the turn, if she remembered the number right she must have gone about 2.5 miles to far. She carefully pulled a u turn on the road as the first drops of rain started.