Henry Perkins: Secretary enslaved

"Aaaargh!" the naked secretary screamed through the pain. The current ripped through her flesh and into her chest, where it choked off her air.

Furiously, she drove harder with her feet. She knew it was her only hope to stay alive. The pedals spun, beginning to pickup speed. The current died down at least enough for her to take in a ragged breath. But the pain in her chest was still bad, so she forced her feet to move even faster.

Hard, phony cock hammered violently into her cunthole, slamming against the end of the fuck channel to batter at her already-bruised flesh. Quickly, the thick dildo ripped out of her pussy as the second dildo rammed up her ass. It shocked her guts with its brutal blow, then began to rapidly retreat.

And still the current burned. Almost demented, Sharon pistoned her feet even harder. The electricity slowly died away in her tits but, in her savaged cunt and asshole, the dildos were doing terrible violence.

"Nooo!" Sharon cried, the sound halfway between a growl and a scream. She couldn't stand the awful beating inside her shiner and pussy, so her feet slowed. Like a lightning bolt, her tita and chest were hammered by the renewed current, freezing her lungs and making her body jerk in the grip of the tight straps.

No matter which way she pedaled, furiously or slowly, she was tortured by terrible pain. Her cunthole and shitter were able to go numb, but her tits could never adjust to the searing electrical power. Even when her legs began to viciously cramp, she drove her feet frantically on the pedals to escape the hell of the current.

Screaming at the torture she knew would burn into her suffering tits, Sharon felt her leg muscles go out of control and totally quit in exhaustion. Slumping her head and shoulder forward, she waited in agony for her punishment. Her scattered thoughts through the agony and haze in her mind to realize that the two sadistic women in front of the torture device were laughing in hysterical amusement.

"The stupid cunthole didn't know when to quit!" The auburn-haired beauty giggled so hard she almost choked. "The current cut off when she reached five miles, and the silly slut went ahead and pedaled three more!"

Sharon's jaw sagged in weariness and the muscles of her legs and arms were just beginning to unwind from their cramps. Her full bladder felt like a punching bag, and it caused a horrible pain and pressure.

Her whole lower body ached from the brutal fucking and from the intense gripping of her bladder. Her head nodded down toward her chest and she looked painfully at the odometer which, indeed, showed that she had pedaled eight miles.

"Ohhh!" Sharon groaned as the women unstrapped her.

She fell sideways from the seat into their arms.

"Pleasee!" she moaned as they propped her onto her feet. "Gotta pee!"

"You piss on my floor and I'll cut that pussymeat out with a knife!" Tara hissed as each of the women grabbed and arm and began pulling Sharon to the rear of the room.

Sharon was so used up that she couldn't even turn to follow, and she fell backwards until they caught her and pulled her along, her heels dragging.

"Please let me pee!" Sharon gasped. "I can't hold it anymore!"

"Here's the saddle with the pus drain," Tara said firmly. "Let us get you up there and strapped in, then you can piss all your little pussy desires."

Sharon was pushed up onto a device much like the first. But this one had a scat like a western saddle. As her back and legs were strapped into the contraption, and her wrists locked to the handlebars, she wearily glanced down and could see a shallow metal trough built into the seat. It tilted and drained to the rear, beneath her naked ass.

"Can I pee now?" Sharon asked, but she knew it didn't matter what they said. She was past holding it in, and her piss was going to flood from her pussy with permission or without.

"Be my guest," Tara said sadistically. "But I'd advise you to let a little squirt go first."

Sharon shrieked in agony before the first few drops flowed. But then the first squirt came, prying open her pinhole, and the golden liquid hissed down into the metal drain.

"Aaeeiii!" the tormented secretary screamed as her whole body went rigid. The electricity from a wire in the trough had walked up her piss stream and into her pussy. It felt like she was sitting in a executioner's chair as her whole body violently shook. The current slammed her pisshole shut and cut off the golden stream. Quickly, the searing current died and left the sex slave's body as limp as a rag.

"It's killing me!" she screamed. "I can't! I can't!"

"You're going to stay there until you do!" Tara shouted, then both of the evil women broke into sadistic laughter.

Sharon added screams to the noisy confusion as piss hissed down the tube from her bladder and burst from her pussy. The liquid blast splashed into the trough, making a wet connection with the live electrical wire.

Shocking current walked up the golden piss stream and seared its way into her tortured pussy. Once again, Sharon's whole body went rigid and began to violently shake in the straps, but this time the piss had broken completely free of its restraints and it continued to pour, rushing from her pussy even faster.

Sharon felt like her whole body was on fire. It felt like her soul and her life was streaming out of the pinhole of her cunt. Her mind became full of the terrible shocking pain as she was caught in the grip of the current. She was beyond fright and agony and, as she finally passed out, she was certain that she was going to die.

The next morning, Sharon was back at her desk in the main office, her hands busy on the typewriter and tiny sparks shooting through her pussy from the electrified dildo up her cunt. Her nipples were wired back to the punishing console up at the front of the room, but Sharon wasn't going to take a chance of ever suffering the bite from that. The experience with the current the night before as it tortured both her tits and cunt had been enough to teach the naked secretarial sex slave that she never again wanted to feel her body being shocked.

Sharon turned out one completed form after another with the typewriter all through the long morning, never letting her fingers stop. Around her, one of the naked secretaries would occasionally falter, and then the screams would rip. But Sharon found her groove and stayed in it.

Lunch gave her a short break and allowed her work the cramps out of her hands. The meal was taken in a small cafeteria and the food was exceptionally good. After thirty minutes of respite, the naked women were at their typewriters again. When five o'clock came, they were unstrapped and led off to eat once more, then it was on to a large latrine and a welcome shower and piss, then most of them were taken to the barracks. But Sharon was stopped in the hallway before she could reach the room with her bed and told that she was to be taken to a sales meeting.

"Oh no!" Sharon groaned. "I'm so tired I'm about to collapse! And if I have to suffer the electricity again, I think I'll shrivel up and die!"

"There's no electricity," Tara said, taking Sharon's upper arm into her hand. The assistant grabbed Sharon's other arm and the secretary was quickly led back down the hall. "There's just going to be the sales manager and a couple of his men, and all three of them think strictly with their cocks."

When Sharon was left naked in a closed, small conference with three men, one of them handed her an enormous dildo and told her to crawl up onto the table and fuck the bulky shaft into her cunt. While the men talked business, Sharon lay nakedly on her back in the center of the table, her knees high and spread, and pistoned the thick phony prick back and forth in the juicy hole of her pussy.