Chapter 3 - Bondage Babe
Human skulls, part of a ribcage and shattered bones littered the floor. The
room was illuminated by flickering torches in wall brackets. A large wooden
chair wrapped in electrician's tape and fitted with straps and clamps was in the
centre of the room.
The evil, throaty purr of the female narrator spoke once more.
"You are seeing the inside of a motorcycle gang's clubhouse. This one has
been charmingly decorated to resemble a medieval dungeon. The human skulls and
bones are real, the remains of biker enemies. The bitch you are about to see
electrocuted is a whore who has been told that she will be modelling some
bondage gear for a short promotional film demonstrating it's use. She believes
that she enjoys the protection of the gang who have graciously supplied a
leather bitch to "look after her." Little Miss Smartypants thinks its smart to
be a stool pigeon selling info to a rival motorcycle gang. Note how helpful the
slut is about strapping herself into what is obviously an electric chair. The
dumb cunt doesn't even wonder what an electric chair is doing in a medieval
dungeon!"
The audience snorted derisively and then quieted expectantly as the babe
sauntered into the dungeon with the lazy, seductive insolence of the born whore.
Miss Smartypants was a blue-eyed blond, her hair in an attractive pixie cut that
framed her smirking face nicely. She was escorted to the chair by a very tough
leather bitch in a black mask.
With the assurance of a lazy bitch who had learned young that a pretty girl
doesn't have to work hard if she's sufficiently brazen and shameless, she
stripped for the cameras. She stepped out of her high heels and unzipped her
jump suit. She shrugged the jumpsuit off with practised ease and posed stark
naked, preening with a mocking smirk for the cameras.
She bounced her boobs, licked her lips wantonly and gave her hips a lewd
little pump. She was handed a pair of leather panties with two dildoes attached
inside. With a knowing grin, she demonstrated how to grease each dildo, her
fingers encircling the big dicks, pumping up and down suggestively.
The black leather panties had a drawstring waist and elasticized legholes.
She stepped into them and pulled them up her long exquisite legs until they were
halfway up her luscious thighs. She spread her legs wide as she carefully eased
one dildo up her rectum and the other into her smoothly shaven cunt. She pulled
the panties the rest of the way up. It was a snug fit over her bare bum. She
tightened and tied the drawstring, neatly poking it inside the waistband when
she was done.
A skimpy leather bra was handed to her. She centred the small leather
patches over her nipples and her ever-helpful escort tied it in place.
Little Miss Smartypants perched herself delicately on the chair, sitting
uncomfortably on the two greased dildoes inside her. Perching precariously on
her bum, she pulled up her knees so that her feet were off the ground and
delicately pointed her delectable little toes. A pair of black high heels with
six inch spike heels were slipped on. The fuck-me pumps were strapped firmly in
place by her able escort.
Miss Smartypants knew the drill. She opened her mouth and a ball gag was
popped between her glossy red lips and buckled tight.
As advertised, the unwitting victim helpfully held her ankles just right as
they were tightly strapped to either end of the long legspreading bar fastened
to the front legs of the chair. She laid her slim forearms on the armrests. They
were strapped firmly in place. A thick black leather strap was buckled tight
over her hips and a matching, slimmer strap was buckled snugly around her chest
just under her pert young breasts. A thick belt was clamped around her throat
fastening her to the back of the chair.
Now that she was firmly strapped to the heavy chair wrapped in electrician's
tape, the leather bitch bent down. She gave Miss Smartypants' thigh an intimate
squeeze and stuck her tongue in the young bondage babe's ear. She whispered
loudly into the moist, sensitive orifice.
"It's real! We know that you're selling information to The Bloods. We're
gonna fry you in this electric chair, but you'll have to be patient. We have a
few little things to do first to prep you for the Big Burn."
Miss Smartypants eyes darted frantically. She shook her head, desperately
trying to explain everything away through the gag. All that emerged were muffled
moans and small pleading squeals. She struggled futilely against the restraining
straps, but the thick black straps didn't budge.
The leather bitch began snipping away the short blond hair. Miss Smartypants
pretty face registered deep dismay as her expensive hairdo was reduced to
stubble. The leather bitch lovingly lathered up the stubble. A gleaming straight
razor sliced away until she was smooth as a billiard ball. The leather bitch
gleefully explained the procedure.
"I'm going to attach two electrodes to you - one to your head and one to
your shapely calf. Before that, I'm going to test out the electrodes by
submerging them in this tub of salt water. Salt water offers a similar
resistance to that of your bare little body. Watch what happens when we pump
2,250 volts through it."
The lather bitch donned a pair of thick rubber gloves, grabbed the two
electrodes and plunged them into the water. She strolled over to the huge double
pull, double throw switch on the wall and, with a dramatic flourish, closed the
circuit. The water between the two leads churned violently, just short of
boiling. Miss Smartypants pretty blue eyes stared in horror at the churning
water. The leather bitch considerately let her feast her eyes on the sight and
then, in the fullness of time, cut the current. The water stopped churning. On
the other hand, Miss Smartypants was now churning nicely, writhing and
struggling futilely against the restraining straps. The leather bitch grinned.
"That's how your blood's going to boil when I throw the switch and fry you."
She held up two sponges.
"These little sponges are thoroughly soaked in amonium chloride. That makes
sure that the all the electricity gets through from the copper plate to your
nice creamy skin. Now, let's hook you up to the juice, sweetmeat!"
She slipped a black leather helmut with an electrode, copper plate and
sponge over the frantic beauty's head. It was held in place by a chin strap. A
leg cuff with the other electrode, copper plate and sponge was attached to the
straining beauty's tense bare calf. The victim's skin goose pimpled as the cold
sponges contacted her exposed flesh.
The beauty's only unplugged orifice, her baldder, emptied as the leather
bitch wrapped her hand around the switch. She grinned evilly at the beauty
sitting in a slowly widening puddle of her own urine, looking pleadingly up at
her, panting hard.
She pulled the switch.
The audience gasped with pleasure and sweaty delight as Miss Smartypants'
delectable bod shot forward against the straps and her breasts popped out of the
skimpy leather bra. Her sizzling flesh flushed brick red from head to toe. Her
erect nipples quivered wildly as the electricity hummed through her violently
shuddering young body. Her rectal and vaginal muscles clamped convulsively
around the two thick dildoes, sealing them inside her. Spirals of pale whispy
smoke rose from her shaking shaved skull. Her straining, beet red body went
deathly white.
Six times the current was sent surging through her throbbing bare body. Six
times her body was thrown, trembling violently, against the straps. Six times
the audience went wild with orgasmic delight.
At last, the leather bitch breathed deeply, savouring the aroma.
"Mmm-mmm! That is one well-cooked cunt."
Although the current was off, the body gave a few spasmodic death twitches.
The leather bitch looked at the smoke curling upwards.
"I think that steamy little stoolie has definitely given her last blow job!"
The scene dissolved slowly from the smoking body twitching in the chair to a
night-time outdoor setting.
