There was a different noise from Pippa as that prod discharged. An altogether different noise. There was the familiar sucking in of air. But it was a longer sucking in process. Like an extended sucking in of air. Almost abnormally extended. Her lungs filling up, breasts expanding under her. And then she held it as she stiffened. She stiffened but there was this shaking as well. Not an outward shaking or trembling but one that came from the inside of her. Like that current was working inside her. But not just working - like it was breaking down her resolve from the inside. Like it was working on her internal organs and that shaking or that trembling was her trying to absorb that. And that was the thing, she did absorb it. The pain inside her because of that electric current was more than intense and it was more than debilitating but she was absorbing it. Delores looked at this girl, looked up at her face as she discharged that prod. Pippa's teeth were clenched, clenched tight and her eyes were staring. Almost mad staring but not focused on anything. Just staring ahead as though the most important thing was to get through this latest horror.

Except the colour had drained from her face as well. Like that current had sucked the colour from Pippa's face at the same time as it was destroying her internal organs. One could say that this girl could have been proud of the way she withstood this thing that was happening inside her. Electric current jumping from organ to organ with impunity. That minute or so that it took the prod to discharge must have seemed like an age. Pippa stiff and her eyes bulging. Open but bulging and staring like mad eyes in front of her.

The leather and nylon clad Delores in close. Almost like she was trying to feel the breaths of despair coming from Pippa over her face. Almost like she wanted to taste it. Except there was no breath because Pippa was holding it. Not holding it voluntarily. Holding it because she was being forced to by that extreme current surging through her. And yet one might give her a round of applause for absorbing it that way. In a way for retaining her dignity during that minute. And yet that was what the current forced her to do. Stiffen and absorb. It was only when the prod was taken away and she went limp again, that the dignity kind of disappeared. Vanished without a trace. A whimper as the air gushed from her lungs. And then her knees giving way again. Not one but two of them. Her going down into the strain of her arms and shoulders again. Whatever pain that prod had caused inside of her now joined by the intense external pain that the bondage caused. In that split second the survivor in her finding the strength again in her bare legs to stand up. At that point the gush from between her legs of her steaming urine as she lost control of her bladder. In losing control of it, losing the contents. Her own piss then gushing down over her feet and into a pool in which she was forced then to stand. Somehow there was that fear of electricity and water and the two not mixing. It was an illogical fear because the prod had been taken away and had been discharged fully into her.

"Long weekend Pippa. Nothing to do. What were you going to do - stay at home, behind closed doors. Lazy weekend. Catch up on boxed sets? Think again bitch. I've got plans for you for this weekend, and beyond. Me and mine are going to have some fun with you."

There was this 'tone' to Delores's voice that instilled a worry. A worry not in the general sense but in the sense of worry for Pippa. For the first time this was a woman who sounded mad. For the first time her voice and the way she was speaking matched her actions. That was not a good sign for Pippa. Pippa was letting the last gushes of her bladder contents go. She wished she wasn't doing that in front of this leather clad woman, but she was. If she had have been retaining any of that dignity then she wasn't now. It seemed that the whole of her trembled as she got over that minute in which that prod had been discharged into her. What was a high flying city worker doing with a cattle prod? The question might be asked but needn't be. Delores circled Pippa. Her high heels clicked the bare stone floor carefully avoiding the spread of the pool of urine that had collected. But she was disturbed for some reason. This wasn't the first time that Delores had had some other woman victim in her basement. But by now those other women and girls would be begging her to stop doing what she was doing to them. Pippa wasn't doing this and for the life of her she couldn't work out why. Or what the fuck was going on.