Co-eds european roadtrip horror part3 by FINC

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 happ
ening 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.