Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon - Sex Stories

Vengeance: A Ruined Homeymoon

... Chet wept, "Please, please Jane. If there's any compassion in you you'll stop here."

Jane placed the electric pads onto Mona's skin. One on the inside of each of her thighs. One on each of the soles of her feet. One over each nipple. One over her pussy, centered as best she could place it over her clit. There were a few more scattered around, on her stomach, legs, and breasts, but the main targets were her most sensitive places. Jane smiled, "Y'know, Mona, knowledge is power. I think. Maybe you're so scared of shocks because you don't understand how tough you are.

"Have you seen a show where someone gets tortured with a car battery? It's not realistic--a 12 volt battery won't kill you no matter its current. It'll sting, sure, but that's just because it might heat your skin. That's why I'm not using a car battery. But, you have another defense--fat is much more resistant than muscle. They say voltage doesn't hurt you, amps do--but they don't tell you that you still need enough voltage to overcome your body's resistance. And, sucks for me, all the parts of you that I want to hurt are made of that juicy, insulating fat, mostly. So, I'll need to ramp up the amps here."

Mona's tears were streaming down her face, falling over her body. She was covered in a thin sweat, terrified of the imminent torture. Jane finished preparing her, then walked over to their television. She'd brought a video file with her, and put it on. The room was filled with filthy sounds: wet slapping, ...

... gagging, squealing. Jane's voice was clear: "Oh God yes! Fuck me harder, just like that, oh God!"

Chet's voice was also clear: "Oh God I'm gonna--"

Jane stepped back, hands on her hips, admiring the sex tape. This was a compilation of her and Chet's many adventures. She set it to loop, and turned up the volume to deafening. It was an old video, obviously, clearly back from before Chet had gained as much muscle and hair, and Jane was less intense-looking. Still, Chet'a face twisted into a pained grimace and he looked to the ground, ashamed with himself for ever being involved with this monster. Mona was barely able to process this overwhelming torment. Her body was inconsolable, ready to pass out from anything else. She was expecting a jolt at any moment. And, though this video was a transparent attempt by this bitch to exert any modicum of control over her loving relationship, it was a cruel, vile knife twist. Mona couldn't help but glance at a scene--they were doing anal at the moment, an act that Chet and Mona had never even discussed.

Jane cackled, and set Mona's shock machine on. It would randomly shock her with a weak current throughout the night. Then, she skipped off to bed to sleep for the night, singing to herself the same song that Chet had showered to. Jane lay in their bed, cuddled up on Chet's side, breathing his smell. She slept smiling.

The other two were doing much worse. Chet was groaning in pain, the discomfort building over the hours. He shifted ...