Mob Movies

Chapter 22 Shocking Developments

       I was standing there looking at Nancy allowing my prescription to restore my hardon when she walked over to the bed and picked up a device that looked like a butt plug except it had two connections for electrical leads in the base.  It was the economy size designed to stretch out the walls of your rectum.  She selected a pair of red wires to attach to the solderless connections

      “This is the latest in anal electro,” said Nancy handing it to me.  ”It’s made of a conductive acrylic material.”

      It was transparent and you could see the leads were connected to two copper rods that ran along the length of the plug ending at the tip.  While I examined it, she connected the two wires to the control box.

     “Watch,” said Nancy turning a dial on the control box then toggling a switch. The plug moved from side to side in an undulating motion.  It felt like a vibrator.  My hand tingled slightly.

      “It’s not shocking me, Mistress,” I said.  I was holding it in my bare hand.  I could feel a light buzz.

      “No, it’s on the lowest power setting.  It’s a bipolar device so the current travels all around.  Here, let me have it,” she said. 

      “I thought electro caused pain, Mistress,” I said handing it over.

      “It does at higher settings.  But at very low ones, it can be a source of pleasure.  I’ll show you later.  Put it in Greg’s ass,” said Nancy flipping a switch to turn off the power then handing the plug to me.

      “It slipped right in, Mistress,” I said.  His semen-oozing anus took the plug with no problem.  His sphincter closed tightly around the narrow neck of the plug.   He sounded a babble of despair as the plug snuggled into his rectum.  I gave it a couple of twists to increase his terror.

     “This is just the beginning of your worst nightmare, husband dearest,” said Nancy pulling it out a couple of times then shoving it in hard.  Based on his reaction, Greg was not having as good a time as I was. 

      “Electro is simple but too expensive for the average kinkster.  That little anal toy is one hundred forty nine dollars.  But Lenny got the club a discount at a Web site that sells theses,” said Nancy turning the dial on the control box.  “Watch what happens when we go to quarter power.”

      I walked around to Greg’s front to witness the impact.  Greg started vibrating a little, making a little mewling sound.  Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

      “Does quarter power cause pain, Mistress,” I asked determined to learn all I could?   I wondered whether April’s plan called for me to perform electro on slaves or Masters.  As it turned out, the answer was both.

      “Yes, but not the kind that makes you scream.  You need half power for that,” said Nancy turning the dial to the right before toggling the switch.

      Greg face changed into grimace, as the power surged into his bowels.  A rather odd sounding screech came from somewhere deep in his throat.  

     “It’s hurting now, Mistress,” I observed.  Gregg’s face was becoming more distorted as Nancy increased the power.

     “Three quarters,” said Nancy twisting the dial causing Greg to produce a continuous wail of sound and a spray of spit.  His tongue was flailing around in his mouth.  I could only imagine what the plug was doing inside his rectum as it twisted around.

     “And just for a second, full strength,” said Nancy.

     Greg’s eyes bugged out.  He looked weird.  Nancy killed the juice and he collapsed.  I put my hand on his bottom.  It felt hot and was covered in sweat.

      “Amazing, Mistress Nancy, I’ve only seen electricity used in movies.  It was a war movie and this soldier was captured by the enemy,” I said.  “He screamed when they tortured him.”

      “Hitler’s Gestapo used electricity to interrogate members of the resistance.  It’s well documented the Argentinean military used it extensively in the so-called dirty war against communists and students.  And of course, it’s reported in detail by Amnesty International, that the Mexican Federal Police consider it the tool of choice for interrogating prisoners especially Americans,” said Nancy handing me the control box.

     “Why do the Mexican police use it on Americans,” I asked?

     “No bruises or contusions for the media to show the public.  You look all right when you’re released.  But, you’re afraid of the dark and hide every time you see a policeman,” said Nancy. “Now you take Greg through the same sequence I did.   Be careful, no full power.”

      It was amazingly how easy it was to bring Greg to where he was screaming his lungs out.  I gave him a few seconds at each setting of the dial before handing the box back to Nancy.  The thought occurred to me I had just tortured my first human being and my cock loved it, a phenomena that did not go unnoticed by my instructor.

      “I see April made a wise choice,” said Nancy reaching down to stroke my erect penis.  “Any further questions?”

     I replied immediately, “Not at this time, Mistress.”

      “Good, now help me electrify his cock and balls,” said Nancy.

      Thanks to the well thought out design of the Love Seat, Greg was easily rotated to a position where he was flat on his back with his legs spread wide.

      “This is called a Sparkler and it is not for the squeamish,” said Nancy holding up a flexible probe whipping it back and forth to demonstrate how limber it was.  The top of the probe consisted of an adjustable ring and a round disc.  There were two places to connect the control box to the Sparkler. 

      “The rod part is a quarter inch in diameter and eight inches long. Electro freaks consider it the ultimate,” said Nancy.  “After we use this, I don’t think Greg will be screwing anyone I don’t know about.”

      “How does it work, Mistress,” I asked.  Where I had immediately understood the butt plug, the Sparkler was a complete unknown.

      “You insert the probe in Greg’s piss hole and wrap the ring around the under lip of the cockhead.  It shocks the entire length of the penis from the tip to the bladder and the prostate.  Watch and learn.”

      I observed closely as she coated the probe’s shaft with a surgical lubricant.  I recalled my freshman year in college.  There was this weirdo who liked to stick pencils in his piss hole and walk around the dorm room.  We all thought he was nuts.  Nancy held a protesting Greg’s pecker in her sweet little hand as she guided the pointed tip of the probe into his pee hole. 

      “Never force it, let gravity do the work,” said Nancy twisting the probe gently then releasing it to allow it to move an inch or two deeper into Greg’s shaft.  Greg was not happy but there was nothing he could do but watch as inch by inch his penis swallowed the probe.

      From the one time I was in a hospital for an emergency appendectomy, I recalled being catherized.  A cranky old nurse had fed a clear tube down my piss hole.  It was not an experience I liked to recall.  I also remember the way she took it out causing me to want to fly off the bed and hang from the ceiling.

      Once the Sparker’s entry had reached the point, Greg penis tip was touching the disc Nancy pulled it out quickly causing him to shriek in pain.  Her idea of consoling him was to grab his balls and twist them causing him to scream louder as she spoke.  “Did that hurt, baby?  I bet it didn’t hurt half as much as when I walked in and found you with your cock in my mother.”  She handed me the Sparkler along with the lubricant.  “Here you try.”

      I took it slow and got the probe fully invested.  I have a pretty good touch for delicate work.

      “Excellent, April said you would be a good student,” said Nancy.  “Now put the ring around his cockhead and tighten it so it’s in contact with his flesh all the way around his peter.”

      Moments later, it was time to test our installation to insure it worked. 

      “Hold his cock while I go to low power,” said Nancy.  “I want you to feel the bounce back effect.”

      My arm tingled as I felt the current moving up and down the length of his shaft.  One of my dorm mates ran afoul of the Mexican police while on spring break.  He spent two days in a jail getting his privates electrified while catching a bad case of diarrhea.  When he got back, he wrote everyone an email warming us not to try to buy drugs at a certain club in Tijuana.  He’d mentioned having something shocking stuck up his piss hole.

     Now, lucky me was learning techniques qualifying me for an interrogator’s position with the Federales.  Plus my instructor was a sexy black woman who I had just eaten to orgasm.  Nancy continued my instruction as she kept Greg on quarter power.   

      “The tip of the probe is in his bladder, right up against his prostate.  On the other side of his prostate is the anal stimulator.  When they’re both on, they exchange energy especially if there are different levels of power,” said Nancy playing with the dials to cause Greg to alternately scream, grunt, and contract his abdomen like a madman. 

      After we tested the Sparker, we added a ring that circled the base of his cock and balls.  Next, we placed flexible rings around each testicle separating them and allowing for individual or group voltage.  Greg’s privates were electrified in six places.  It was a six-pack he wasn’t going to enjoy.

     “He’s ready,” said Nancy.

      “We didn’t use everything, Mistress,” I said looking at several devices on the bed.

      “Those are mainly for women.  This goes in the vagina.  It fits against the G-spot,” said Nancy inserting the oblong brass object in her pussy then removing it.  “And these are for the breasts.  Perhaps next month, you and I can work on Corrine.  I’d sure she’d love all the attention.”  She was referring to two busy looking clear cups the size of a juice glass.

      “That would be very kind of you,” I said picturing my wife in the Love Seat screaming her head off as I flipped switches and turned dials.

      “Now bend over, Tom, I have something for you,” said Nancy.

      With trepidation, I did as I was told.  I felt the top of my butt plug being opened and something slipped inside. When I stood up, there was a yellow wire hanging between my legs whose other end was being connected to the control box.

      “As I said before, electro stimulation is not necessarily painful. In fact, it can be highly pleasurable if you do it right.  Don’t worry.  I’ll keep the voltage low as long as you please me,” said Nancy in response to the concerned look on my face.

       At her direction, I’d returned Greg to a normal seated position.  Nancy placed the control box on top of his thighs then bent over to where her face was maybe an inch from his.  “Dog style to start, Tom.”

       I stepped carefully avoiding tripping over the wires and took a position at her rear.  She had a very appealing butt.  It was rounded and stuck out.  I’d jacked off to the picture of Nancy on her firm’s Web site.  Now, I was putting my cock in the real thing. I moved my tip up and down her valley a few times to get the lay of the land before I settled down with the head in her entrance.

      “Tom’s going to fuck me with his big white cock, Greg,” said Nancy using one hand to twist one of the dials before she flipped the switch sending current down to the loops circling his balls.  Whitehead Gag or not, she was going to make him scream.

      I almost felt sorry for the poor bastard.  Greg was an exception to the generally held notion among white women that Afro-American males have oversized penises.  I would say he was average maybe less.   However, noting the fullness of his sex life, I reserved judgment about his prowess in the sack.  I’d never banged a mother and daughter duo let alone a mother and two daughters.  

      Greg started babbling through his dental spreader as I eased my cock in Nancy’s hole taking a few extra seconds to bottom out in her womb.  I placed the pad of my thumb on her rosebud and pressed lightly as I provided a short burst of hard dick that bounced off the inside of her cervix.  Her pussy showed its approval by squeezing my shaft as she wiggled her bottom.

     “Oh yeah, Tom, you’re so big.  Your cock has never been that deep in my pussy, Greg.  Tom really knows how to fuck a black woman,” said Nancy emphasizing her statement by flipping the switch for the anal stimulator.

     Her face was no more than two inches from his when she took hold of both nipple clamps and squeezed.  I would never have thought myself capable of having intercourse with a man’s wife while she tortured him to the point he was screaming his head off.  However, I was not only screwing Nancy I was having one of the best fucks of my life.

     Greg looked frantic as Nancy worked the dials back and forth.  I decided his lack of fun wasn’t my problem as I enjoyed the feeling of having my cock in Nancy’s cunt.  I concentrated on screwing his wife while she made him wish he were dead.

     “Work my nipples, Tom,” said Nancy reaching back to take one of my hands and bring it to her breast.  She moaned when I grabbed her bud and applied some pressure.  She kept fiddling with the dials and switches as I fucked her.  All of a sudden, I felt a buzz deep in my rectum.  It wasn’t painful.  I could feel my prostate drawing in the current

      “That’s a little something for you, Tom,” said Nancy twisting her head around to kiss me.  “And here’s something for you, husband dearest.”

     As we kissed, she activated the Sparkler sending voltage down the length of Greg’s penis.  I later learned from a Web site that sold electro devices, the Sparkler’s bounce back feature could be unbelievably painful at anything approaching high voltage.  The electrode on each end was bouncing the current back and forth causing Greg to bounce with it.   Each time she toggled the switch, his pecker involuntarily jumped up and down.

       Nancy returned to taunting Greg as I pounded away. “Denise said you did her at our wedding.  She told me how she screwed you in the church right before I walked down the aisle.  She was not only my sister but also my maid of honor.  She sent me a long email describing how you two snuck into the coatroom for a quickie at the reception.”

       Nancy’s fingers were busily working the switches and dials as she talked.  Greg’s eyes were full of tears and he was doing his best to scream in spite of the gag.

      “Stop a minute, Tom,” ordered Nancy.  “Greg wants to lick your cock.”

      Greg definitely did not want to lick my cock.  However a few turns of dials on the control box quickly changed his mind.   He eagerly passed the tip of his pink tongue over my pecker after Nancy demonstrated how maximum voltage felt bouncing between the Sparkler’s poles.

      “Now I want you to fuck my ass, Tom,” said Nancy deciding Tom had licked my dick a sufficient number of times.  She surprised me by picking up the electrified vagina dildo and inserting it in her pussy.

      “I’ve changed my mind.  I could use a little electro myself,” said Nancy grunting as she forced it deep inside her then connected it to the control box.  When she turned a dial I could feel a hum coming from deep in her pussy.

     “I bet you never fucked a girl’s ass while she was taking volts in her pussy,” said Nancy pushing back against my cock burying it deep in her ass.

     “No, Mistress, but it is an incredible experience,” I said savoring the feeling.

     “Oh shit, why not, I bet you didn’t know I’m a painslut,” said Nancy reaching for two odd appearing plastic cups. She handed them to me along with a tube of surgical lubricant.  “Put a thin layer of gel all around the edge so the suction will hold.”

     The cups appeared to be clear acrylic like the butt plug.  Two circles of copper were incased in the material.  There was an air valve at the top and a place to connect the electro.

      “Ever pumped a breast, Tom,” asked Nancy showing me a small hand pump.

      “No, Mistress,” I said.  My experience in pumps was limited to that same pencil-inserting weirdo in my dorm who also had a penis pumps that made his cock larger.   I thought pumps were some kind of aid for men with small cocks.

      “You have a lot to learn then.  April wants you to learn all about them.  Hold the cup over the end of my breast while I create a vacuum,” said Nancy.

      I should mention that all the time this was happening I was slowly pumping my cock into her ass.  I leaned over and around to watch her attached the pump to the air valve then give the pump handle several squeezes drawing the end of her breast into the cut.  The sight of her boob slowly filling the cup was a thing of beauty. 

      “Oh fuck that hurts,” said Nancy taking a short break before giving the pump a final flurry of rapid presses to finish the job.  I held the cup to the other breast as she attached the pump.

      “Here, you do it,” she said handing me the pump.

      I squeezed the handle enjoying the hiss of air and the little cries of pain Nancy made as her boob was deformed. 

      “Corrine’s going to love this,” said Nancy when both her breasts filled the cups.   As it turned out, she did love it when I suctioned her boobs; but that’s another story.

     Nancy attached bright blue wires to the copper posts on the end of the cups then secured the other end to the control box.  “That is such a fucking rush,” said Nancy fiddling with the dials to determine the maximum amount of voltage she could stand. 

     She put her vagina and boobs on quarter power and left them their as she kept at least one and usually two of Greg’s devices at half power or better.  The bastard was really suffering.            

      As for me, I was having a wonderful time.  Nancy had a tight butthole and the inside was just as tight.  She contracted her muscles each time my balls slapped against her electrified pussy.   The juice in my butt plug trickled out to find my prostate increasing its interest in the proceedings.

      Nancy, like Corrine, she was capable of serious multiple tasking.  While maintaining a steady rhythm of butt fucking, she taunted and tortured her poor bastard of a husband as I drove up and down her Hershey Highway.  After a couple of passes she turned up the power and my ass became electrified.

      I could feel the current passing between our bodies.  Voltage that began in my rectum passed through my penis into her asshole and down to her vagina then returned. 

      “This is fucking incredible, Mistress,” I said as I felt the current.

      “Come in my ass, Tom,” said Nancy as I began to increase the pace and build up pressure.  All the while, she was gradually turning the dial increasing the current.  At some point I started screaming but not as loud as Greg.  Nancy made it a three-way scream as she sent a powerful charge into her cunt and tits.

     I had been fighting the urge to climax for several minutes so when permission came, so did I.  My semen felt like a stream of electrons as it charged out of my penis into her bowel drawn by her clever management of the levels of power.  I collapsed across her sweat covered back after I squirted for the fifth and last time.  She powered everything off as we finished climaxing.  After a couple of breaths, the sex got nasty.

      “Felch me but don’t swallow,” said Nancy bending over to grab her ankles.

      Don’t think, slave, just do it I told myself as I emptied her butthole.  Corrine, the psyche major, told me people acting in groups would go to extremes they would never perform otherwise.  I’m not sure that’s a good explanation why I eagerly placed my mouth over her well-fucked asshole and sucked for all I was worth.   I did things at Club BM&WS I would never have considered before I joined.  And so did my wife.

      While I emptied her rectum, Nancy kept verbally taunting Greg about her mother and Denise all the while turning dials and torturing the poor bastard out of his mind.  The dials were all close to the maximum as she shocked him in two or more places simultaneously.  I was becoming concerned she was going to kill him when all of a sudden she stopped. 

      I stood looking like a squirrel with a winter’s load of nuts while she tilted Greg’s head back to where his face looked toward the ceiling.  She pointed to his wide-open mouth.  “Spit it in there.”

      I don’t think Greg liked the idea of swallowing a mouthful of semen even though it had marinated in his own wife’s rectum.  But he didn’t have a choice.

     I thought we were done but Nancy had other ideas.  After a water break, she had me turn Greg’s chair so it faced the bed. We spent the next several hours fucking in every position possible.  Occasionally she used the control box to make sure he continued to suffer.  The poor bastard looked half dead by the time we finished.

     I deposited multiple loads in all three orifices.  In spite of my chemical aids I was fucked out when Charmaine showed up to take me back to the basement.