Mustangs

 

The sudden pain tore at her. It was as if someone was scraping out her insides with a hand rake. She tried to scream but there was no sound, the ball gag was strapped in too tightly. Surprisingly, she felt a moment of intense rage. Why wasn't she being allowed to scream? She deserved at least that much!

The unfairness of it and the anger the unfairness evoked kept her conscious then reality hit.

"Deserved!" There was no more "deserved" for her; her kidnappers had made that clear. What she deserved or demanded or begged for was irrelevant. The only thing they wanted from her was obedience. She was a pet now, a lower animal who needed to be domesticated. No one cared what she thought.

She had tried to tell them that she wouldn't resist, that she was scared and would do whatever they wanted. They were not interested. What she was "willing" to do was irrelevant, they wanted her total submission; they wanted her to put aside her own will and simply obey.

That was hard for her. She had been on her own for so long that burying her strong will was nearly impossible. It was a part of her, an involuntary, integral part of who she was. It wasn't something she could just turn off...and that's why she was suffering.

Aeeii!

She screamed silently as another spike of electric current zapped her between the legs.

There was no way to avoid the excruciating torment. They had tied her naked over a shiny copper pipe, strapped her arms and legs up behind so that the bare metal pressed up hard between her labia, crushing her clit. She twisted her body but only succeeded in forcing the copper deeper inside. She was strong for a thin girl, but without any leverage there was nothing to push or pull. She was on this pipe until they said she could get off. She would suffer as long as her sweat and seminal fluids provided the superior conductivity of the last 10 minutes.

Aeeii!

Her gorgeous eyes bulged out and her neck muscles strained in a useless attempt to snap her head back. It was no use, the harness holding her head was solid, it keep her balanced and upright on the pipe, it keep the gag pressing hard against her throat.

WHY! Why were they doing this? Why was it so important for her to submit? Why wasn't she being allowed to scream? Screaming and writhing were part of a scene like this, she thought angrily. They were necessary outlets for the pain, they prevented madness. Without them, the horrible agony stayed inside, lingering, festering, eating away at her like a trapped animal.

WHY...?

"I'll be back," he had said, not realizing that his tone was a perfect Terminator. Maybe he's never seen it, she thought, then, that's impossible, everyone has seen it. It was her last thought before the pain hit.

WHEN? Her mind had shrieked in rage. When would the terminator return? A minute...ten...an hour...when! He was the same one who had ordered her to be still in the van. He was the one who had lifted her inside.

She hadn't had a chance. They had pulled up just as she was getting into her car, blocked her exit, then lifted her inside through the sliding door. One second she had been a real person, a student worried about exams, the next she was someone's pet, hogtied on a mattress with a gag in her mouth.

Aeeii!

"TOO SOON!" Jodie wanted to yell, but all that came out was a groan and a line of spittle that dripped down her chin wetting the line of hair above her clit. The infernal machine that controlled the current shocked her on a random basis. She never knew when the next was coming. Her existence was controlled by something made of plastic and metal. Somehow the lack of human contact even from a tormentor made the suffering even worse.

"Someone would come for her, someone would notice her sudden absence. An army of police was about to burst into this place to rescue her. She just needed to hold on, to keep her head, to...

Aeeii!

...It wasn't true. She was a loner. The foster homes she had known had taught her to keep her feelings inside. She had avoided boys, stayed out of cliques, purposely kept friendships casual. People thought she was a snob, a beautiful ice princess. It wasn't true, what she wanted most of...

Aeeii!

She frantically waved her fingers and toes, the only parts of her body she still controlled, as the pain coursed through. What...what if no one ever comes? She wondered desperately as the pain faded. How much more of this can I take? How much more? They want submission; they want the one thing I can't give.

Why not? A voice inside asked. Nothing matters now except this moment, this pain. The past is just a memory; the future is an abstraction. The only thing that's real is the present. The only thing that counts is to survive HERE AND NOW in the present. What good is my resistance if I don't survive? My only salvation is to submit, to obey, to be the person, the pet they want me to be.

NO! Her mind screamed. I need to fight...

I can't, she decided, but perhaps I can act the way they want, play their sadistic game. Survival comes first. I can't bear any more of this. I can play their game. That's what I'll do, I'll play along, I'll...

Aeeii!

A grayness settled over her mind and the pain seemed to recede. She could feel her taut body moving in a kind of slow dance. She imagine how she looked on the pipe, arms tied back, breasts thrust out, legs beautifully pulled back, hair flowing behind... The dance transformed itself into a pleasant vibration, slowly increasing in intensity.

What's happening to me? A small voice in the back of her head asked.

Aeeii!

She ignored the pain. She couldn't stop the vibration. She knew immediately what it was--a coming orgasm. But not just any orgasm. What was coming was the mother of all orgasms. When it hit it shook every part of her like a ragdoll in a puppy's mouth; she lost control of her muscles then her mind. It was both terrible and spectacular. Consciousness came and went in waves as if she was caught in some kind of dream rapids.