C.U.F.F.S.

C.U.F.F.S. { Consensual, Ultimate acceptance, Future Forced Slave }

By DJC

 

CHAPTER 23

( HOWS YOUR HEAD FEELING )

 

Trent made the short walk across the barnyard to the empty equipment barn where Bob was housed in its basement. Unlike his wife, Bob was totally confused as to what in hell had happen but he soon would find out.

 

“Good morning Bob.” Trent said cheerfully carrying a similar electrical shocker and control box he had attached to Susan’s tits and clit. I assume you slept ok but probably have a bit of a headache this morning. Drinking does that you know.”

 

“What has happen? What happen to my wife? What do you want?” he blabbered out the questions in rapid secession. Still blindfolded and cuffed, all Bob was reacting to was DB Slaver’s voice but he sounded different. Like without the old man’s groggy sound to it.

 

“All in good time, Bob.” Trent stated as he walked over to a mounted TV screen and turned it to face Bob’s cell. “Now first thing, first, Bob.” He said unlocking the cell door with the same key pad lock, then took off Bob’s blindfold. It took Bob a little while to adjust to the light before he saw the younger man with the handlebar mustache and scar across his face.

 

“Who are you and what do you want?” Bob asked again.

 

“I’ll explain everything you need to know but first I want….” Trend’s sentence was cut off when Bob shouted, “Damn it no! I want to know where I am and where is my wife? Who the fuck are you?”

 

Trent shook his head and pointed the TV’s controller to turn it on. Bob’s eyes widen as he saw Susan hanging spread eagle. Before Bob could ask another question, he saw Trent opening a flip phone, punching in some numbers and then suddenly Susan’s body seem to jolt and shudder about and she began to scream behind her ball gag. “You did this to your wife.” Trent unemotionally stated. I want you to shut up and listen to me. Do you understand, Bob? Because if you don’t she contues to feel the electrical current.”

 

“Ya,…. yes.” He nodded while replying without taking his eye off his twitching wife’s body. “What are you doing to her?” he absent mindedly asked.

 

“Your asking that question again just earned Suzy slut an added full minute of electrical shocks to those magnificent tits and her clit.” Trent said while joining Bob listening to Sue’s muffled shrieks and watched her fight the restraints as she shook from the electrical jolts to her most sensitive areas of her body.

 

To Bob it seemed to last 5 minutes before he noticed something stopped and his wife’s body went limp. She was panting. Her head rolled from one shoulder to the other. Trent waited a few seconds longer to see if Bob would dare speak again.

 

“Good. So we understand each other. Anytime you speak without permission, your wife will suffer. And each new punishment occurrence will increase in length.”

 

Trent lean up against the cell bars. “As you may have guessed by now, I am not, nor is there a DB Slaver or any one you know. I am a business man and as long as we are doing business together and you and your wife completely cooperate with me, no one will get hurt.” Trent snickers at what he just said and added. “Well hurt is a relative term I guess. I’m afraid your wife will most definitely experience quit a bit of pain but unless either of you stop cooperating with me, lets just say no one needs to die.”

 

“Please, we have money.” Bob said.

 

Trent scratched his head. His facial expression, displayed a bit of frustration as he flipped open his cell phone again. Bob screamed no just as Susan’s muffled screams commenced once more. Bob’s mouth open to protest but he remained silent. Tears filled his eyes as he once again watched his naked wife jerking and tossing what little the fetters allowed her for the next 90 seconds. What neither he nor Trent could know was during that minute and a half session she had a climax too.

 

“As I was saying,” Trent continued the moment Susan’s body once more wilted and hung still. “I am well aware of the money you have Mr. Banks. I know all the assets available to you and expect your full cooperation in transferring all of them to me but first it may help for you to fully understand the extent of my power over you and your wife so we can make this a little easier on poor Susan there.” He said nodding toward the TV screen.

 

“First let me explain these accommodations and the situation to you. Your cell door is electronically controlled by a five digit pin number, one for lock and a different one for open. This is so, if at some chance in time there would be an opportunity for you to say risk attempting something stupid, only I could open the cell. If I were to meet an untimely demise, I’m afraid you and your wife would eventually starve to death while locked in your cells. Is that understood, Bob?”

 

Bob nodded.

 

“Your wife is at a different location. Lets just say, it’s a decent drive.” He lied. “I will let you see or witness some of the time I am with Susan both for encouragement and motivational purposes. Don’t forget Bob, you, you contacted me. You got your wife into this. You are responsible for whatever happens.”

 

Trent liked the idea of making each of the two feel responsible for their situation. Later on he would tell Susan if she hadn’t contacted him or done the things she did, Bob wouldn’t be in the situation he was in. The guilt factor seem to assist with cooperation.

 

“I’m going to release your cuffs in a moment but first consider this. I will punch in a pin number on my cell phone which sends a command to the electrical shock box controller. It will be a 15 minute delay start for the juice flowing to your wife’s tits and cunt. If I don’t or heaven forbid, can’t for some reason send the cancel command, I’m afraid Bob, it would mean a continues electrical torture for poor slut until her heart or nervous system can’t take it any longer. Then again she’s young and strong, I’ll bet she could last suffering like that for hours before the inevitable end.”

 

Bob knew exactly the meaning of this and remained placid once released. “Ok, now,” Trent continued once placing the cuffs in his back pocket and taking out a pad and pen. “First thing, what is your ATM pin number?

 

Bob thought for a second longer than he should have then sighed and said, “8181.”

 

“Bob, Bob, Bob. Don’t you know how dangerous, it is to use a number like you address as a pin number. Any punk who might have just gotten hold of your ATM card might have tried that number.” Trent said holding up Bob’s bank card. He stood up and took two steps toward the cell door, hesitated for a few seconds and turned back toward Bob. “I guess I should tell you, if I drive all the way to the bank and find out this is not your pin number, Susan’s torture goes up 3 fold so to make sure, you did say 8181, right?”

 

“Wait, ok. It’s 5418.”

 

Trent shook his head. He unlocked the door, stepped out and relocked it before pulling the cell phone from his pocket. “Your wife has earned herself a five minute shocking session for some misconduct earlier this morning. Your lying about the pin number has just doubled it.

 

“No please!” Bob screamed.

 

“Oops, you just tripled it. Want to go for quadrupling it?”

 

Bob’s eyes were riveted to the screen expecting to see his wife dancing in pain again. Instead, he heard a phone ring and speaker picked up the call. “How are you doing slut? Did you get your husband’s messages? I had them hard wired to your cunt and tits.”

 

Susan’s head lifted slightly. Her body was bathed in dripping sweat. “I asked you a question, slut. Did you get the messages your husband had me send you?” She wasn’t sure what messages he was referring to. Suddenly she received four short electrical jolts to just her clit. She frantically nodded yes when she understood his meaning. “Good. Well I’m afraid you husband isn’t as quick of a learner as you are, my dear, so this is how it will go. You earned yourself five minutes of continues shock for your disobedience from this morning however Bob has decided you should get three times the torture. I’m afraid this dumb fucker doesn’t realize just how terrible it hurts to have electricity shot through your nipple to your tits and sizzling into a clit but he has been watching and if I’m not mistaken, he developed a hell of a boner watching you on camera suffering.”

 

Bob’s heart sank, knowing it was true. His cock was as hard as a rock.

 

“So we don’t desensitize that clitty of yours, I think I will program each 5 minute session to occur separately but if I come back from your bank after making a small withdraw and discover Bobby here didn’t cum while enjoying the show you will provide him, I’m afraid that you will suffer the consequences. Nod your head if you want your husband to cum while watching you suffering.” Susan nodded immediately. She felt humiliated going along with this guy’s game to torment her husband but she wanted nothing to do with any additional punishments. “There you go Bob. Here’s three Dixie cups. You better enjoy watching Susan’s electrical dance. I expect you to be playing with yourself while watching each of the sessions you and her earned this morning and I want to see a donation from each show, beginning right now.” He said while pushing the button that sent the first five minutes of continues jolts into Susan’s body.

 

At first Bob sat stunned watching Susan’s thrashings before pulling out his cock. What he didn’t know was Trent turned on a video recorder catching him jerking off while watching his wife tortured. Trent wasn’t sure exactly what he would do with the recording but it would stay on file.

 

“You guys make a loving couple, you know. Your wife enjoying pain and humiliation and you benefiting from watching her suffering though it.”  He said to humiliate Bob before closing the door leading down to the barn’s basement.

 

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Trent took his time going to the bank. He wore a hooded shirt and hat and was careful not to let any of this bank branch’s security cameras get a good shot of his already disguised face. He also used a latex finger cover on the finger he used to punch the pin code on the pad. No finger prints would be left anywhere. He wasn’t surprised that the pin number was good but this was just a small test of a few hundred dollars. The bigger money would come from liquidating all their assets and finally culminating with the sale of Susan into white slavery but that would take weeks and he had expenses that these petty cash trips would cover. He also had needs which a certain blond slut world provide him over these weeks.

 

It was close to noon when Trent returned to Bob’s cell. His sexy naked captive on the TV screen looked worn as she hung spread open in full color. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Trent asked looking at the three paper cups with cum in each one. Bob was about to reply then remembered about his no speaking rule. He nodded affirmatively. “You must really get off watching your wife tortured. You did cum each time like I told you didn’t you?” Again he nodded. “Good because you know what disobedience will get your wife, don’t you?” One more confirming nod. “Lets just check for sure.” He said clicking the TV controller while fast rewinding a recording of Bob’s cell. Trent found what he was looking for. Clearly Bob was pouring cum from a cup into another so all three would have some of the cum he was depleted while watching Susan’s first torture session.

 

“Please, I honestly wanted to comply with your demands but I can’t cum that quickly in such a short time.” Bob knew speaking was against the rules but he had to make this maniac realize it was impossible.

 

“Tish, tish tish.” Was Trend’s only reply.

 

“Please take our money. Take anything you want but you can’t put Sue through that again.” He pleaded.

 

“Oh but I can Bob. I can do whatever I want with the slut. She is a real slut you know Bob. Did you know she’s been fucking your associate Larry Parker for weeks? She enjoyed his cock and being his slut slave so much she started drugging you the evenings she wanted to go out with him.”

 

The look Bob gave Trent told him he didn’t believe him. Trent walked over to a box and pulled out an envelope. Bob could tell he was obviously looking through a stack of pictures until he found the two he wanted. “I think this will confirm a little of what I’m telling you.” He said handing the photos through the bars to Bob.

 

The first picture was one Larry had set up his camera to take of Susan, naked on their bed while Bob was tranquilized. She had on some sort of collar with a tag. Her legs were spread open and she appeared to be coaxing someone to come to her. But the most disturbing picture was the second one. It showed her basically sitting on him while bent over and sucking Larry Parker’s dick right in their own bed. Bob’s hand went to cover his mouth as he whispered “fuck no.”

 

Giving Bob this initial information was the first step in Trend’s plan. “Strip!”

 

Bob wasn’t even fully aware Trent had spoke for a moment. He looked up at the man with a surprised look on his face. “I said strip, now or else.” He said holding the dredged cell phone in his hand. Bob slowly got up and took all his clothes off and handed them to Trent.

 

Next he handed Bob the second electrical shocker and told him place two clips to each of his nipples as well as his scrotum.

 

Bob just sat holding the mechanism. He couldn’t believe he wanted him to attach it to his own nipples and balls. Trent didn’t hesitate to pull out the phone again. He punched in codes and instantly Susan started reacting to the electricity bombarding her body. Her muffled screams seem to hit a new peek. Bob watched his wife suffering from his indecisiveness. After clipping his left nipple he went slower to clip this right. To clip his own balls was frightening but he knew he had to. He raised his hands away to show he completed his task.

 

Hit the on button. He did expecting to be shocked but nothing. Turn that knob to the first point. Bob did so and his hands immediately went to his balls. He unsnapped the clips. Ahhhhh.

 

“Put them back on Bob.” Trent demanded. It took all his will power to do so. “Turn it up another notch.”

 

This time when he did, there was no way he could will himself to suffer such pain. Bob turned the controller off and whimpered as he took the clips off his ball sacs as well as his nipples. He couldn’t stop shacking for a few seconds after the zapping stopped.

 

“You only experienced level 4. Your wife is receiving level 6 jolts to her nipples and clit. And all she can do is suffer.” Bob didn’t think but instead shouted for him to stop her pain. Trent shook his head and started dialing the control’s number but stopped before hitting send. He had an idea.

 

“I’ll tell you what Bob between your disobedience with not cumming three times and that last out burst, you have racked up your wife 20 minutes of maximum shock level. Think of that. You couldn’t handle ½ of that level for 10 seconds.” Bob kept shaking his head. He never felt so helpless. “I’ll give you a chance at cutting the voltage level back to 4 but I’ll warn you, if you fail to accomplish a task to my satisfaction, it’s an added 10 minute punishment for Susan at level 8.”

 

Bob indicated he wanted to speak and Trent gave him a nod to do so. “What is the task?” he asked.

 

“Sorry, you have to agree or not. It’s not anything impossible to accomplish. Rather easy actually. You will announce to your wife her punishment but as I instruct you to do so.”

 

As much as he figured there was a catch, Bob couldn’t fathom anyone, let alone his wife, suffering a 20 minute torture of electrical shocks at double the power he just experienced. Even at half it would be an excruciating torture. Bob nodded ok.

 

“Ok Bob. I’m going to give you a dozen photos of the slut with Larry, a few with some boys at a baseball park and a few other odds and end shots of her slutting around. I’m going to take a piss and when I get back, I will give you the cell phone which will be over the speaker where your wife is. You are to tell her first what a slut you discovered her to be. Second, how she got you both in this situation and thirdly, why she deserves the punishment she is about to get. If you don’t sound convincing to me, she will suffer worse than you can imagine. Since you already agreed, if you back out, she will still get the punishment. Your wife’s fate for this punishment is in your hands.” Trent went up and took his piss while Bob was shocked at seeing pictures of his wife sucking boys off, acting like a complete slut for Larry, the scum, and fucking other men. When, how did this all happen? Bob wondered. In spite of these surprising revelations, he didn’t feel at all that this was Susan’s fault. They were kidnapped and being robbed and Bob knew it was he who contacted this man. And there was no way his love deserved to be punished like she would be. But he also knew he better sound convincing or the unimaginable would await her. When this was all over, he would explain why he had to say what he was about to tell her.

 

Trent came back in few minutes. He dialed his phone but before handing it to him, he warn Bob to do something stupid, would cost them both. Bob nodded.

 

When he was handed the phone he heard a beep both on the phone and on the TV outside his cell. “Susan, this is Bob.” He announced. On the screen, his wife’s face seemed to come alive. She looked up at where the speaker must be mounted. Her whole exhausted demeanor changed in seconds. Bob so wanted to call her honey or sweetie and tell her he loved her but he knew for her sake he had to sound mean.

 

 “Listen to me you fucken slut. I just have seen a bunch of pictures of you fucking Larry Parker and a good half dozen other men. Not only that you bitch, there are photos of you sucking a bunch of kids at a park. More of you willfully exposing yourself. You are one hell of fucking slut. And because of the way you have acted is why we are both suffering this fate.” Bob’s voice quivered a little when he had to tell her she deserved another round of punishment and that he could see her on TV.

 

Trent took the cell phone back, disconnected from the speaker in Susan’s area and told Bob he did good and that he was programming only level 4 voltage for the next 20 minutes. “You see Bob, you cooperate with me, and things will not be as bad as they could be. Bob saw him hit send and looked at the screen. He saw Sue’s shacking her head no. Tears ran down her cheeks. How Bob wanted to hug her. To help her. How he wanted to scream out to this guy and call him a bastard. In stead all he could do was stare at his wife hanging and quivering from the constant zapping.

 

Once is started, Trent turned off the light to the room and left Bob watching his wife suffer pain he only could imagine.

 

For Trent the morning went well. Both Susan and Bob now have it in their heads that they are responsible for this situation. By keeping them apart and keeping them from communicating directly with each other, their guilt will help in each of their cooperation. Any bravery or courage would result in making their partner suffer. Trent began to think of ways to test each of their resolve to protect the other. If all works well, he might be able to move forward at a quicker pace.

 

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