Chapter 3

Inside the stifling cellar the afternoon heat had nowhere to go so the walls seemed to perspire the syrup air thick and stale. The undertaker had hooded all three women desensitising them; allowing him time to manipulate each of their sweaty bodies into the positions he like.

When he was finished he wiped his arms free of grime and sweat. Picking up a bucket of tepid water he drenched his body. Even with hood and his strength they had kicked and wriggled. The shouts and yelps had been deafening in the confined space. But without vision none could direct their resistance or escape or know what was happening as they listened to the other beg and moan.

Diora had being in the position the longest as he knew she was the most resistant. Her body ached her mind racing as first she was confused then realised what he was doing, then heard her two friends go through the same awakening.

"Oh God, no please," she had moaned making the others begin to babble in worry as they waited their turn. Then on to Keeley, the girl saying "no" over and over, "you can't!" Then finally Cassandra not screaming but beginning to pant heavily then moan in panic, then a gargle as her mouth appeared to be restricted. Diora tried to ignore the biting sensation on her nipples she could hear Keeley still begging in similar nipple abuse. But Cassy now appeared as a slight throated gargle, nothing more.

Finally Diora felt her hood become free and the dim cellar seem like brilliant light. She knew what she'd see done to herself. But seeing made her wriggle more and she gasped in horror trying to break free as the undertaker removed the other girl's hoods.

All three were seated on high backed wooden chairs. The chairs themselves were pushed back onto the two hind legs the backrest fastened securely to tall wooden roof columns. The babes hands were tied behind the chair backs and in this reclined position they were like patients in dentists surgeries, tits thrusting upwards their eyes led staring toward the roof.

"No please not this," Diora moaned now less fiery a temper, Keeley adding. "Oh God anything just not this," to the begging her eyes wide in pointless hope.

Each friend was reclined with their legs in a squat birthing position their knees hooked over either chairs arm rests their ankles now tied with rope around the lifted front feet. Unable to lift their knees they sat legs apart mounds raise their backs arched trying to pull from the backrest wrist binds. But it was their tits that worried them the most. All three girls had their big long nipples clenched between cruel crocodile clips; the metal pincers connected to long fat insulated wired running to the floor.

Diora and Keeley were now completely naked but it was Cassandra who looked the most bizarre; the big banana dildo still harnessed to her, thrusting up in a permanent erection tapping against her tensed stomach. Her head was covered in a black leather bondage mask. Her beautiful eyes were looking forlorn through the holes. Her blonde hair was in an appropriate pony tale through the back slit of the mask. Diora now understood why she was only gargling as her mouth was in a permanent open yawn as a metal spreader had being inserted, attached to her mask like the bite of a horse to its bridal. Her body was still mostly naked her breast hooked inside a criss-cross of leather straps thrust together and up in bondage wonder bra. And her great pink nipples too had electrodes biting on her teat ends. Her arms were now behind her not tied to the chair but in a long black sheath wound tight and together to pull them back hard against her rump. Her hips had a garter belt holding up leather stocking that turned into long leather boots as they neared her shins. Cassy found the position a little strange as the boots had the most ridiculous heels making her feet almost point directly down like two horse hoofs.

"Oh my god!" Diora's mind screamed as her and Keeley stared speechless at the undertakers pony girl.

The man began to fix the loose ends of the insulated wire to an old truck battery. One wire permanently connected the other he fashioned the fray ends into a copper tip, his hands keeping it just above the positive electrode. This snapped them all back to their predicament and they began to wriggling and bleat trying to break free.

"Now its time for you to stop fighting and start obeying," he said twisting the copper tip between his fingers. "It's only a few hours to sunset and I'll be finished with you by then."

"Ok, Ok!" Diora gasped her neck straining as she tried to catch his attention. "Sure please we will I mean we have," added Keeley her big porcelain melon reddening with the tight pincer nipple grips. Cassandra just sat gargling shaking her head in total despair.

"Very wise it will make our time together easier," he laughed. "But just in case you have doubts let me show how we could spend the next few hours if you resist."

He touched the copper tip with the battery a spark emitting a flash in the dim cellar.

The girls all instantly felt their spines flex their hands grip as the electricity flowed into them. The undertaker was admiring each in turn as he reflected on their indignity.

Cassandra was bouncing in her seat. Her tits held in the cross-braced leather cup less bra were juddering up and down intensely, her nipples blur of clamped pink. She gargled through the open locked mouthpiece the saliva whipping in strands as her black clad head thrashed. Her pony tail mane whipped from side to side the sweat dripping down her glowing body over the black leather binds and stockings down to her crazy eight inch black heeled boots. All the while the strapped on dildo stabbed to the ceiling like a frenzied knife attack; as her ass lifting from the chair involuntarily.

Keeley's teeth were clenched her eyes so wide lashes flared. Her body was rigid; great breasts seeming to expand outwards with the power. Her ribcage was pushed out with all her might. Booth nipples were distended long clamped flesh; the beads of sweat almost hissing from her globes.

Diora fiery mane was appropriate as it looked as if her body was about to explode. Her back arched as she tried to rise from the chair. Her ass cheeks flexed in panic her body in a chaotic dance. Her belly groan turned into a shriek of terror. The power was still on not a fractional nip of electricity but a long surging delivery of lighting down her spine inflating her wonderful breast making them glow in the half-light. Her bare feet tapped like a puppet on the floor her head shaking eyes looking into his pleading for it to stop.

He cut the circuit and all three bodies collapsed back into their pinned seated positions noises of exertion and relief filling the cellar. The undertaker was happy they now understood the consequences of refusal.

"Now this is what I want you to do. I want to see you all come." He announced in a deep lustful drawl.

He moved to Keeley and pulled a cord around her neck the girl still moaning from the electro treatment. She began to shriek in panic at her necktie. When once her head was secure he unfastened her arms. Her hands instinctively move to her clamped teats but he slapped them away. "

Touch your tits again and ill reconnect the battery, turn of the light and leave." The girls shook their heads eyes bulging staring at Keeley. The brunette was looking like a rabbit in headlights unsure what to do with her free hands.

"Down there," he coached taking her free wrists moving her fingers down to her narrow shaved slit. "Start opening yourself up. Use your fingers to find your clit and begin to pleasure yourself." He requested.

Keeley sheeplessly nodded; her eyes darting to the battery then to his face. "Please just not the electricity again."

The man was sympathetic. "Don't worry now do as I say rub your little clit."

As Keeley began to rotate her finger over her bud the man pushed her thighs wider demanding that she spread her lips with her other hand. The brunette did as she was asked the glistening pink skin brilliant against her darkening sweaty thighs.

He moved to a shelf talking a foot long rag tube from it. As the open girl watched nervously she continued to caress herself feeling her clit harden. The undertaker unwrapped the item a two-inch wide, foot long glass tube. It was open at both ends the glass quite thick the ends slightly bulbous on the rim.

He returned to the spread legged bitch and kneeling down he pushed one open rim at Keeley's exposed snatch. "Slowly," he coached, "just let; ahhh yes there it goes."

Keeley's rubbing spreading fingers felt the cold glass cylinder ease inside, then slide along her tight pussy shaft. Her eyes widened her voice a slight surprised confused gasp. The tube was quickly 6 inches up her, the other half pointing straight out.

The man told her to keep rubbing her using both hands her lips now slurping around the wide girth.

"Hold it inside you," he insisted. "It's your pussy drain. I want to see your juices dripping out very soon. Otherwise it's back on the electrodes for you."

Keeley's face flushed red as she nodded her fingers increasing in effort on her bean.

The undertaker then moved to the sweaty mess that was Diora. She was panting heavily her big jugs rising and falling almost as much as when the power had been on. He reached behind her unfastening her hands from the chair backrest but not from each other. Then unfastened her ankles and made her stand. Putting an arm around her waist like they were out for a casual stroll he led her over to the reclined erect Cassandra.

"Now American slut mount your friend. Push that vibrator deep up inside you." The man bent down to click the switch at the base between Cassandra's open thighs and the cock began to buzz eagerly, the two internal storks also repeating their anal and pussy games on Cassy. The cables were still on her tits and the man lifted them so she could straddle her seated friend.

"Please," she said looking at him. The man pointed to the black cock. "Start riding it ... NOW!"

She nodded still aware of the biting pincers on her nipples. As she straddled arms behind her back she lowered her slit over then sucked the buzzing thing inside. Immediately it began to lubricate and excite her flesh. Her thighs slid tightly down onto Cassandra's hips until her mound pressed onto the pony's black plastic base. Cassandra looked in awe her mouth a yawing frozen expression. As their tits neared the undertaker suddenly unclipped his pony's nipples binds hooking them around Diora's, then quickly reattached both back on her dome tips with stifled moans from Cassandra. Now the women's nipples were pincer clamped and locked together meaning the gyrations of Diora created long sensuous tugs on both babes teats

He moved back to his battery and announced. "Faster put more effort into it."

He tapped the wire on the battery node making all three girls jump with electricity for a split second. All three babes increased their efforts in panic.

Keeley's hand rubbed faster her thighs opening more; her spare hand keeping from her wired tits concentrating on holding the pipe in place. Cassandra began to buck up relieving the tugs on her nipples; pushing the cock higher into Diora. The hot red head was rubbing her crotch on the buzzing pole her arms straining behind her back, big balloon breasts pulling her friend up off her seat as she struggled to control the sensations inside her.

As Diora writhed on lap of Cassandra the big man suddenly unfastened her arms from behind her back. Like with Keeley her fingers moved up to her and Cassy's wired together nipples. The man slapped her hands down. "I've just told your dirty slut friend this already; touch those clips and I'll drain the battery into you fucking big melons."

Her eyes gave him a horrified stare as she nodded hands falling to Cassandra's hips to steady her. "Hold the pony with one hand," he demanded, "use your other on me."

He pulled Diora hand towards his cock making her grip the length. "Wank me while you ride" he ordered. The hot college grad beginning to stroke his cock with long tight fingered grip as she rubbed herself onto the upright dildo. He gritted his teeth Diora's hand doing as he asked jerking him as she tried to concentrate on her own sensations. He looked over his shoulder back towards the opened legged Keeley.

Keeley's long nailed fingers were a blur strumming her clit as she moaned and gasped at the sensation. Her thighs spread wider and it almost seemed she had lost grasp of where she was as her hips bucked up. Her ass rose from the chair pushing back on her vigorous fingers in a world of her own. But every so often her deep sultry eyes glanced up awfully aware her captor was watching and satisfied with her efforts.

"Good Keeley," he drooled in encouragement. "I can see you dripping in the pipe."

His disgusting comment made her blush but sent an electric sensation of humiliation and excitement up her spine. She too could see the small trickle of fluid in the glass tube as she felt her inside well up, and her bud harden to an stump ridge against her fingertips.

The undertaker gave a few hip thrusts in enjoyment his cock pumping around Diora hand as she wanked him. The gyrating Diora gripped him angrily, hanging on to his tool for dear life; bucking on Cassandra like a true cowgirl riding a bronco. Her tits bounced up tugging the nipples of her pony friend. The gimped blonde seemed to be passing out in the claustrophobic heat. Diora was biting her lip her pussy grinding on the cock eager to please with her fucking and wanking; she didn't want the tit buzzer again. He suddenly slapped her slave hand away from his super stiff cock.

"Watch her Keeley," the man commanded moving behind the riding Diora. His hand traced down her sweating back over the curve of her ass his finger pushing between her ass cheeks. "Your friend is now going to come."

Keeley watched her clamped tits rising and falling as she continued to frig herself. The undertaker gripped Diora's chin pulling her neck back making the girl gasp as she bucked. "That's correct isn't it?"

Diora nodded groaning from the growing sensation between her legs. She felt a stab as the man stuck a single finger deep up her rectum wanting to feel her body tighten in climax. "Now busty, do it now," he ordered.

Maybe it was the heat and deep gyrated dildo, or the fact she was bucking on her gimped friend or that this mans finger was in her anus like an inspecting doctor. Whatever the reason she realised she was obeying him. Her climax rushed towards her like a torrent her beautiful lips parting in an ecstatic groan. Her eyed looked to one side seeing Keeley's legs wide apart as she furiously jacked her own clit, The massacred sexy eyes watching back as she too neared her peak.

Diora could stand it no more her pussy flooding her tits screaming as she tugged on Cassandra's buns with full force, her voice a high pitch wail echoing in the room.

Diora bucked so much one tit broke free of it giant pincer the sore teats spring up in release Cassandra muffled yelp drowned out by the redheads machinegun gasping. Up inside her ass the undertaker felt her flesh griping and releasing over and over as she convulsed until the buzzing began to burn and she screamed and pulled from her impaled rod.

As she lifted the other nipple pincer gave way and Diora almost leapt from the dildo. Her legs turned in to squeeze her thighs tight against her exploding slit.

"Jezzzzzzzzzzzzz!"

All the while Keeley busom bouncing pants were increasing in intensity her pussy drain beginning to release a steady dribble of fluid, drip, drip, drip, onto the floor. The undertaker sawthe bound Cassy writhing on her seat the buzzing dildo still thrusting up, its rider gone. Cassandra looked about to come and with perverse pleasure the undertaker denied her release turning off the device, leaving the pony girl hot but unfulfilled.

"Not yet pony," he said quietly stroking her blonde mane "You can come when your master tells you." Then turning away from the frustrated gimp he continued with Diora.

"Kneel, "he demanded looking at post climactic babe his hand on his massive stiff cock the other pointing at Keeley. Diora was confused so he grabbed the back of her head, "Down there, put your mouth over the tube!"

Both girls gasped in horror Diora instantly plunging to her knees as he used his strength to push her shoulders down. She dropped on all fours her arms locked one of his hands on her neck the other gripping around her chin pushing her shaking head onto the pipe. Her lips enveloped the dripping tube end as he knelt behind her his bulk pushing her ass forward making her take a deeper gagging gulp of glass tube

Diora bit on the tube while on her hands and knees. She felt his hand hold her down the other on her head as his cock search for her rear entrance. The big mounting man held her in a wrestler grip the girl gargling then coughing on the dripping pipe as his cock pushed then busted inside her anus.

Keeley was blushing in humiliation the hot woman between her legs staring back at her the pussy tube thrusting in her mouth like a see through cock. Now her eyes were crossing as she experience the deep anal pile driver from the undertaker. The man's hands were holding her tight enough to allow him to concentrate on his deep upward pokes into her rear. Her big tits were swaying back and forth in buggering unison and every forward thrust made her cough on the pipe as the undertaker and Keeley spit roasted her.

The sight was too much for poor brunette her fingers still at work her bud which was now like unstable TNT; hot, out of control and any second about to..."Oooooooooooooo!"

She began to climax the tube gushing with fluid her ejaculation like a facet turned on. As she came she thrust up pumping the tube into Diora's gasping mouth. The undertaker's hand held her chin up as he watched the Brits squirting flow into her friend's mouth. As he did so his rampant cock was a steam train of action burning Diora's ass the hiss almost evident as Diora's hot internal flesh was pumped and gushed in at the same time.

Her friend was coughing and chocking but Keeley wasn't stopping; rubbing hard her back arched big clamped tits pointing skyward her sexy Brit voice screaming in unusual abandon.

"Ohh fuck uhh y, y, yeessssssssss!"