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The Horse
Michele noticed all the cars parked near Jacques house as she
arrived. Most of them dwarfed her Ferrari. She parked between a
Mercedes and a Rolls, hoping they could see her car when they
pulled out. Jacque had been very insistent that she should arrive
promptly at seven for dinner. Apparently this was a large dinner,
perhaps for some of his business associates too. This may be the
break she'd been waiting for - to meet his business friends.
She'd been trying to gather information on his business
activities for almost a year now, but he'd been very reluctant to
allow her any contact with his friends, almost to the point where
she wondered if he knew that she was and agent for Intelligence.
In fact, she'd speculated this in her last report to her
superior, Major Jennings.
The butler took her coat at he front door and escorted her to
the dining room. Apparently everyone as waiting for her. She was
sure she was on time. There were about fifteen people there,
mostly men although a few had brought their wives or mistresses.
Of course she fit the latter category in connection with Jacque.
One of the chairs was empty she noticed as Jacque introduced her
around. The first course was being served as she heard another
person come in. As he entered the room, she came up short - It
was major Jennings. No one tried to introduce him. She wondered
if anyone had noticed her jump when he came in. This continued to
puzzle her through dinner until after dessert, when Jacque stood
up to make it all clear.
"I hope you all enjoyed your dinner, especially you, my dear."
he said, nodding to Michele. He went on, "I hope you were not too
startled when Mr. or - rather major Jennings came in." Michele
held her breath, what was going on? Jacque resumed, "We have an
entertainment in store for us this evening, and you, my dear
Michele, are going to give us the immense pleasure of providing
it. I'm sure you will enjoy it too, although perhaps not in the
manner you might expect. I should explain first, that the major
is one of my - - - business associates shall we say."
Michele started to get up, then she noticed two of Jacques'
burly bodyguards at either arm of her chair.
She sat down again. Jacque smiled, "You may get up if you like,
my assistants will guide you to the room in the basement where we
have prepared for this event."
Michele felt betrayed - well, she had been. Jacque had been
aware of her function all along. No wonder he had been so hard to
trap. All of the guests were leaving the room. She wondered what
her chances of escape were. She looked beside the chair at her
escorts and realized her chances were slim or non-existent. They
were strong and they were armed. There was no choice for the
moment but to play along. The room was empty now. She got up and
let the two men escort her to the basement.
The room was brightly lighted and almost everyone was seated.
Most of the light was concentrated at the front, where there was
a raised platform and a strange looking device made from large
tubes with a suspended step at either side. She also recognized a
video recording arrangement, complete with cameras at the sides
and back. Jacque was on the dais with his niece, Irma. "Ah there
you are. Now just be patient. You of course know Irma, my niece.
The rest of you know she is not my niece, but my faithful
companion. She has complained of your presence for some time now,
not that she is jealous. It seemed only fair to let her
participate. This little device we call 'The Horse'. You must
recognize the resemblance. We are going to let you ride it. Bring
Michele forward please."
Jacque sat down and the two men led Michele up to the platform
to join Irma. Irma nodded to them and they started to undress
Michele. She watched for a moment as they started to unbutton her
blouse, then when they were about to unsnap her bra, she began to
struggle. One of the men took out his gun and pointed it at her
she realized she had to cooperate - for now. They removed her
bra, and she tried to ignore the whistles and catcalls from the
group when they saw her bare, full breasts. She held them up
high, refusing to be cowed. They removed her shoes, then Irma
removed her pantyhose. Then she felt her skirt being unzipped.
This was too much. she began to struggle again, when she felt
cold metal against her left breast and looked down to see a gun
pressed firmly against it. She let them remove her skirt, and
then her panties. She could not pretend to be unaffected any
longer, and she tried to cover herself, but they pulled her hands
away, and she stood naked and blushing. She was just a little
gratified when she heard someone say,"She's really beautiful,
look at her." Then she felt a little chill when someone responded
with, "Yes, what a shame."
They led her behind the horse, and Irma uncovered a plate in the
top of the thick horizontal bar which as like the back of the
horse. She then reached into the opening and a strange looking
assembly rose up which had a slender vertical shaft projecting up
from it. They told her to get on. She shook her head. Suddenly
there was a gun at each of her breasts from the two guards. She
looked at the device, then put her foot in one of the stirrups
and swung her leg over the top. One person in the audience
applauded. Her other foot came naturally to rest in the other
stirrup. Suddenly heard a noise from below and realized that both
her feet were clamped into the stirrups and she could not escape.
It looked like she was in for what ever they had in mind. Irma
reached in between her legs and she felt something cold and wet
being rubbed over the lips and on her clitoris. Then Irma told
her to sit down. Michele looked down and realized that the
vertical probe would go right into her pussy if she sat down. he
hesitated. One of the guards started to raise his gun. She'd had
enough of that, so she gingerly began to sit. The probe felt cold
as it touched the lips, and it didn't want to go in the intended
place. She blushed as someone, excited, called out,"That's it get
it inside you." Irma, being helpful, reached between Michele's
legs and found the lips and spread them. Cooperating, the two of
them managed to get the probe into her pussy, while several
people cheered them on.
Irma touched Michele's breast, and Michele saw that she was
adhering some sort of little metal disks over her nipples. There
was a bump in the middle of each one for her erect nipple. This
puzzled Michele, then she saw Irma fasten a wire to each one, and
she felt a surge of panic as she began to realize what was going
on. Just then Irma flipped a switch, and there was no doubt, as
Michele felt a slight tingle in her breasts, and then,to her
horror, between her legs in her pussy. She started to get up, but
Irma pushed her back down, and she knew she could not get off
anyway. Someone in the group said, "I'll bet she can feel it
now." She could.
Irma explained to her,"No doubt you have guessed by now that
we're going to electrocute you through your breasts and your
pussy - and maybe a few other places. We will enjoy it more if it
feels good to you, so it probably shouldn't be unpleasant, if you
ignore the fact you are going to die. If you don't cooperate, the
end will be the same, but much less pleasant. Will you cooperate?"
Michele didn't know what to do at the moment, so she nodded
agreement. Irma continued,"Directly under your clitoris is another
electrode that you can touch with your clitoris, which will make
it feel good as electricity flows into it. However, beneath it
is a switch, so when you press more than a certain amount on it,
- you will get full power and be electrocuted. In the meantime,
you will be pleasantly stimulated in your breasts and pussy.
Perhaps you will come, I did when I tried this machine - although,
of course, I did not electrocute myself. I am going to start
turning it up now."
Michele felt the feeling of electricity grow stronger inside her
pussy. She gently touched her clitoris down against the plate
designed for it, wondering how much pressure it would take for it
to electrocute her. She pressed a little more, hoping it wasn't
too sensitive. It really felt good. She couldn't disguise how it
felt and she sighed with pleasure. Someone from the audience
noticed and said,"I think she's starting to feel good in her
pussy, look at the way she's moving." Indeed she was starting to
sway back and forth. Then she didn't care if they were watching.
She started to move up and down on the electrical probe inside
her pussy, sending cascades of delight up through her pussy and
through her body. Her breasts were warm and felt good from the
tingling electricity. Each time she came down her clitoris
touched the plate and sent a thrill up through her tummy.
She was conscious of Irma touching her, telling her to lean
forward and grasp the vertical post in front of her. She was
almost afraid to, lest her clitoris press the plate too hard and
electrocute her. But she tried, and nothing happened except she
felt even better as her clitoris came into firmer contact with
the electrode. As she thought about it, she started to get turned
on just at the thought that they were trying to electrocute her
pussy. She wondered what something like that would feel like. One
of Irma's hands was on her tummy, gently rubbing, the other one
was rubbing down her buttocks. Then the fingers ran between her
buttocks and downward, until they were massaging the tight
opening between the cheeks, behind. Then she felt a pressure
there, and felt one of Irma's slim fingers, penetrate the opening
and slide in. Then she felt the tingling, and realized the finger
was covered with an electrode like the one in her pussy and it was
sending electricity in through her rectum. So close to her,
pussy, with so thin a wall between them, it felt like her whole
bottom was electrified with erotic intense surgings of current.
The finger was going in and out now, in synchronism with her own
motions. She had never experienced sex this intense before. How
could she tell when she climaxed. Then she realized she felt the
far off glimmerings of her orgasm starting between her legs.
Gradually it grew until it was there and was engulfing her in
unbearably intense sexual delight until she couldn't separate the
electrocution from the orgasm. She dimly heard the crowd
murmuring excitedly, and heard one of them say,"She's coming!
She's doing it."
She was aware of her clitoris rubbing hard against the plate as
she was coming, and Irma saying, "That's it, rub harder, make it
feel good." How could it feel so good. Then suddenly she felt the
clitoris plate drop with a 'click' and she remembered - too late.
She felt the stirrups dropping, pulling her pussy tight down
against the mechanism which was about to electrocute her. Then it
hit. The current surged up through her pussy, her clitoris, and
from the electrode in her behind, coming up to meet the current
from her breasts. She knew now there was no escape and she was
being electrocuted in through her pussy with everyone watching.
She struggled for an instant, but it was no use. Finally, the
room faded.
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