Henry Perkins: Dungeon wife

"Help me!" Debby screamed, caught between two unbearable pains.

The electrical current was like plugging her cunt into a gripping inferno, but her full bladder was equal hell. The small releases of piss had punched a hole into the darn that held back the flood. Weakness had been found by the crushing pressure inside her, and her piss was about to forge out.

Fighting it all the way, she could feel the piss work into her tube. It seemed to burn its way through her body then force open her little piss-slit.

"Nooooo!" Debby shrieked as she felt the final barrier give way.

For a fraction of a second, she wasn't punished, but then the pee splashed over the hot wire in the crease. Current worked up the wet, golden piss-stream and rushed into her cunt. Her whole body was jolted by what felt like ten sledge hammers crashing into her together.

"Aaaaargh!" She almost choked as the muscles of her neck tightened along with the rest of her body.

Then she was shaking from her head to her feet, bucking about violently in the bindings that held her. The golden piss continued to flow from her cunt, building pressure as it forced open the tube from her bladder. The flood crashed into the channel in the seat of the saddle, covering the hot electrical wire with liquid.

Piss flooded out to nun down the sides of the saddle along her legs. It splashed up the front of her abdomen across the closely shaved skin. Where the liquid went, it added new fire to her skin.

And still she couldn't cut her piss-stream off. Her body was completely out of control. All semblance of coordination had vanished once the current had taken over her nerve paths. Her stretched bladder emptied itself, sowing the seeds of her own torture. The muscles gripping from the electrical shock simply hurried it along.

Even when her bladder was empty and collapsed, the current didn't stop. Her pussy was totally soaked by splashing piss, and the channel was equally wet. Current flowed from the wire through the wetness, to enter the metal sides of the crease. From there it shot into Debby's pussy-lips and spread like wildfire across the dampness of her cunt. It knifed into her, firing nerves and contracting muscles. It wasn't enough to knock her unconscious, so she had to buck and kick through all of the pain.

Never had she been so tortured; never had she been so afraid. If she could have her way, she would never dare to piss again.

"Filthy bitch!" Joachim snarled as he locked Debby's hands into clamps at the end of long chains from the ceiling. "Just like a slutty dog from the street, she can't even keep control of herself. If she'd just dribbled it out, she'd have kept herself clean. But she has to go piss all over herself."

His words were condemning, but the gleam in his dark eyes showed Debby that he was enjoying her degradation. She wished that she could stop the blood that was making her face and tits red in embarrassment, but there was no way she could control it.

Shame did burn in her from the piss stains on the lower part of her body, and from the heady smell of piss that was rising to her nose. And what humiliated her even more was that Tony, her husband, had watched it all the way through, just as he was now listening to the evil man's condemnations.

"Haul her up!" Joachim snarled. "Let's get her cleaned up. I ain't going to fuck my cock into some smelly whore."

A crank at the side of the room turned and chains clanked, slowly pulling Debby from her feet. Her bare toes brushed against cold stone before leaving the floor to be suspended in the air. They cranked her even higher, not stopping until her toes were a good two feet from the floor.

It was a different set of chains that suspended her, closer to the wall, and directly over a slight downward beveling of the floor to a metal drain set in the rock. There was little in the area surrounding her, except for a wheel mounted to the wall, on which was curled a water hose as thick as those used by firemen to connect to hydrants. Only when Joachim began uncoiling it did Debby realize what the wicked man was about to do. And then, both the drain and his comments made sense.

"Turn it on!" Joachim hissed, and Debby glanced aver to her husband. Near the wheel, a massive faucet jutted from the wall. Tony was turning the faucet all the way open.

"No!" Debby yelped as the water struck her. It was icy cold! The chill stole her breath. Its power grew as it battered into her abdomen, pushing her backward at the end of the chains. A freezing fist was beating her in the stomach, and splashing all across the front of her body.

"It hurts!" she screamed, as a three-inch column of water slammed into her. It was like a blow from a fist that never stopped.

The water moved, working up to the middle of her chest.

"Please don't!" Debby shrieked.

But no sooner had her protest erupted shrilly, than the column of water found her tits. It slammed into her succulent, soft flesh so hard that it twisted her in the chains, forcing her to twirl as the water struck the left side of her back. The chains crossed, then wrapped around each other, lifting her slightly with each of her turns. Then the water was gone. The force of her twisting died away, and she started to turn back. The whole room whirled about her so fast that she couldn't see. The chains whipped free, then twisted together in the other direction. Back and forth she twirled, until she lost all sense of direction. Finally, she settled, slumped dizzily in the chains.

A cold fist slapped her in the cunt. She swayed backward and then it was on her legs. It rose to her chest, jerking from tit to tit, to rock her violently about but keeping her from twisting around. Everywhere the stout column of water struck, it felt like she were being hit by the end of a fence pole. A steady spray of water splashed out from her battered body.

Then Joachim was behind her, the water crashing into her ass. It played down the crack of her ass until it was slamming against her shithole. Debby swung far to the front at the mercy of the beating water, being pushed wherever it wanted her to go. It was almost as if it were alive, a sadistic thing that was battering her without reason.

The water pressure began to increase, and her hips were almost knocked tip into the air.

Joachim was coming closer, allowing the water to crash against her skin. Then it was between her legs, being directed by Joachim's brutal hands. Debby was caught completely unaware, and the rushing water forced apart her open thighs.

"Aeeeiii!" she screamed.

The nozzle was forced into her pussy-lips, icy metal touching her and directing the water directly into her poor cunt-hole. The spray zeroed in and was forced into her pussy-channel. It lifted her body several inches. It was like sitting on the Old Faithful geyser and trying to catch all the water up her cunt. But this liquid was freezing cold. She was a rocket, propelled upward by the force of a firehose erupting in her cunt.

When they brought her down, Debby collapsed onto a mat on the floor. She was so beaten and spiritually broken that they didn't even bother putting on the chains or the cuffs. Whatever they wanted to do to her now, she figured she just couldn't fight. She was completely at their mercy.

Joachim stood over her, one foot on either side of her hips. He still wore the black, leather vest and loincloth, which tightly gripped the huge bulge of his balls and cock.

"I see you're looking again," he sneered at her, like she were beneath his contempt. "You want to see what's hidden beneath the leather so much that it makes your mouth water and your mind go wild. Well, it's time, little bitch – you're going to get a good look at the horsecock that's going to split you apart!"

Debby wanted to look away. She wanted to tear her gaze from his bulging crotch. His words made her almost too frightened to look, but something kept her staring at the hump in the cowhide.