Elena's Jolt of Electricity

Elena groans as she comes to on a Spartan single bed, her eyes adjusting in the dim room. Tiny shadows dance on the wall in front of her. She cranes her head to get a look at their source, but only so far. She catches a glimpse of metal collar around her neck, long links of bike chain leading towards a hook in the wall.

So much for getting out of here.

A draft of cold air blows over her, chilling her skin. She darts her eyes across the room, searching for her clothes to no avail. Then it dawns on her. She’s naked. Anyone who wants can walk in here and have their way with her, and she’d have little recourse to defend herself.

A shock of pain jolts from her midsection through her body, jarring her awake. Though it lasts for only a second, a tincture of pain appears on her face, as brief as the stimulation itself. Her heart races and she becomes more alert as her body responds to the mysterious stimulus. She’s more aware of the shades of darkness in the room, the way the shafts of light play on the wall. The creaking of walls.

Or the hum of a generator, as the case may be.

Yet just as she begins to gather some sense about her, another jolt ripples through her body, this time stronger than the first.

“Zzzzzzt! Zzzzt!”

“Mmmmpphhh!” She cries out into the cotton gag in her mouth.

Elena glances down and notices that her pubic mound has been cleanly shaven. Perhaps when she was asleep? The thought that her sacred place has been violated nearly makes her ill. Then she spies something else. Some kind of patch, like what doctors use in hospitals, and a trail of long wires, and…

The realization hits her like an anvil.

Electrodes, of course! It’s all part of some experiment. A sick, perverted experiment and she’s the guinea pig. She closes her eyes and rues her inability to put the pieces together. Well she’s not about to be anybody’s toy, not now, not ever…

“Zzzzzt! Zzzzzt!”

Her sex quivers as another shock shoots through her. Her moans are muffled by the apparel in her mouth, which she quickly realizes is her own panties, as wet as the Amazon. She can actually taste her own come. She runs her tongue over it just to make sure. It’s definitely hers, alright.

At least one apparel of clothing is accounted for.

Elena becomes aware of the clicking of high heels walking towards her. The footsteps grow louder with each step. A door creaks open, revealing the vague silhouette of a busty figure.

“Like the Rube Goldberg machine?” The icy voice mocks her. “I made it just for you.”

“Mmmppphh!”

“Don’t fight it, Elena. It’ll only get stronger.”

As if to accentuate the stranger’s point, a powerful shock courses through the captive, causing her to let out an orgasmic cry.

“MMMMMMMpphh…”

“Judging from your enthusiastic response, I’d say you’re enjoying it. Good thing these walls are soundproof. Wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors, would we?”

A trickle of Elena’s juices oozes down her thigh, pooling on the bed. Her breaths grow shallower, more ragged. She isn’t sure whether the shadow is real or a figure of her imagination. She isn’t aware of much at all, just continuous bolts of pleasure, driving her close to the edge. A part of her knows they’re nothing but trouble. A part of her wishes they’ll never stop at all.

“I see you’ve made a mess of yourself.” The voice teases her. “I’ll see to it that you’re cleaned up for tonight. Wouldn’t want you to all stained and dirty, would we? In the meantime, I’ll leave you to your…business.”

As the figure walks off, a part of Elena—the part that isn’t being ravished by the jolts of electricity—wonders what the woman could possibly be talking about. But those thoughts are quickly subsumed by thoughts of pleasure, passing through her body with each burst.