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I know this story hadn't been updated in a while, I hope it was worth the wait
Part X - Family Matters
Pamela Whitmore couldn't believe the situation she now found herself in. Bound to the X-frame with copious amounts of ropes, all she could do was watch and wait as this little bitch and her asshole step-son decided what to do with her.
She didn't have to wait long. Nikita stepped up to her, and, ignoring her pleas through the gag, began attaching the electrical pads to Mrs Whitmore's body. But unlike when she had done it, Nikita could use all the pads on her!
And she did exactly that, attaching pads not just to her rather shapely tits, but also lower, on either side of her shaved and well-kept nethers. 'Well, well, someone takes care of herself,' Nikita laughed, slapping her pussy hard. Mrs Whitmore started yelping into her gag as Nikita rained blow after blow down, turning the pale skin slowly red.
'You know, I actually thought these looked fun,' Nikita said as she stood back up. 'The whole time, I was looking at you wondering just how loudly you'd squeal if you had these on you.' She walked back over to John, chuckling. 'Looks like I'll get to find out very soon, bitch.'
Mrs Whitmore was in hell. Not only because of what was happening, but because of what only she knew was happening to Jack! It wouldn't kill him of course, but it would soon become very unpleasant. Plus, it's not like she could tell him why she was late - she'd have to admit what she had done to John!
And so she just stood, struggling with futility against her bonds as her two ex-prisoners plotted what to do with her next. All she could make out were hushed tones and chuckles. Then, they turned toward her.
Nikita took up a seat nearby, holding one of the button boxes for the electrical pads in her hands. She'd changed the setup slightly so her one pad would power all the pads as one when she pressed the button. Nikita had also, without mentioning it to John, increased the power to almost maximum.
'Bitch is gonna pay for this,' Nikita thought.
'SOMEONE has to, for what's happened to me.'
Mrs Whitmore began to shake as she noticed the thick leather paddle in her step-son's hands - the same one she had used on Nikita. Long and black, the studded leather was exceptionally painful without too much force.
And John wasn't playing around. Mrs Whitmore began to scream into her gag, tears spilling from her emerald-green eyes as she writhed and squealed. And then, suddenly, a different pain broke out!
Nikita had pressed the button in her hands, and the jolting shock that Mrs Whitmore felt was like nothing she had felt before! The sensation that cut through her still-red pussy was beyond anything she could have prepared for - her thought process was becoming more and more scattered as her senses were overwhelmed.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Zap! Zap! Crack! Zap! Zap! Mrs Whitmore bucked, she screamed, she cried. No sooner did she twist one way to avoid the pain of a lash, the electricity would break out and she would twist again.
She would twist away from the current, only to feel the kiss of the paddle. Before long, she was seemingy twisting INTO the path of the next torment. There was nothing she could do to escape the vicious whirlwind of pain she was in. All she could do was wait for the eye of the storm, a moments respite.
Finally, the pain ceased. Or at least, any NEW pain. Her body hung, limp and exhausted, still stinging all over from the punishment it had just suffered. John wasted no time walking off, out of sight, before he came back, unwrapping a small boxlike object with two wires coming off it.
Mrs Whitmore realized what it was as John crouched down in front of her, when she saw the clamps at the end of each wire. But she had no time to even plead as John reached out, rolling back the protective sheath that covered her most sensitive of senstive areas.
Just below was where John attached the first clamp, eliciting a loud moan through Mrs Whitmore's gagged. Above went the second, and then John pressed the button.
In a rather elegantly synchronized moment, two sounds broke out across the dungeon. The high pitched, dental-drill-like buzzing of the vibrating clamps, and the high pitched moaning of Pamela Whitmore. Her body arched against the frame she was bound to, and her eyes rolled back as her clit was relentlessly vibrated.
As John stepped back slowly, admiring his work, Nikita had other ideas. She pressed the button again, lighting up Mrs Whitmore in a whole 'nother fashion. John didn't realize at first, attributing the new screams and bucks to the vibrator.
But then, he cocked his head slightly, before looking over his shoulder at Nikita, and smiling when he saw her finger on the button. 'Bloody hell, you don't want her to have a break, do ya?' John said.
Nikita smiled back at him. 'Nope.' She set the box down, standing up. 'Hey, where's that paddle?' John pointed at it, where he had discarded it. It was just laying on the ground, about a foot from Mrs Whitmore's right foot.
Nikita quickly walked over, grabbing it. John found himself settling into the chair she had just vacated, a small smile creasing his features as he watched Nikita retrieve the paddle, before she turned to face his stepmother.
John saw Pamela look at her, shaking her head wildly and pleading through her gag. But Nikita ignored her, beginning to lash her belly without hesitation. The combination of pleasure and pain was clearly too much for Mrs Whitmore - going on all the screaming and writhing,
'Damn, she's making a lotta noise, even with the gag!' John thought with a smirk. Then, he felt his stomach rumble.
'Could definitely go a snack.'
'Hey Nikki!' John called out. 'I'm gonna duck upstairs and get some food, something to drink maybe. You want anything?'
Nikita didn't break eye contact with Mrs Whitmore as she said, 'go for it. Take your time, she's not going anywhere.' As John turned and walked away, Nikita said, in a low tone only Mrs Whitmore could hear - 'oh, I'll look after you, sweetheart.'