A "Farrell" Story (Late for Dinner) Chapter 41: Which Is Which (S&M Family fun, jumper cables)
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Late for Dinner
Chapter 41: Which Is Which
It was 2:50 Wednesday afternoon. Kathy and Mommy were getting ready for
special treatment. “I can’t believe we have to be completely naked,” the
usually perky blonde lamented as she rolled her black nylons down her
long pale legs. “What are the neighbors going to say?”
“I know, Sweetheart,” Mommy rubbed her bare calves which were covered
with goose bumps.
“This is just so, so weird,” Christi was beside herself with worry.
“Look, I’ll go watch for the car and you guys just run out when I wave,
that way you won’t have to just stand there with everybody ogling you.”
“No,” Mommy shook her head. “Dad said specifically for us to be waiting
on the corner. We’d better be there when the car pulls up or it’ll be
even worse.”
“I’ve got it,” Christi snapped her fingers, “you guys wait right here.”
She quickly ran upstairs.
A moment later Kathy and Mommy walked calmly out the front door wrapped
from the waist down in carefully folded sheets from the linen closet.
When they reached the corner they handed their wraps to Christi and
stood revealed in all their leggy glory.
A boy rode by on his bicycle. His mouth dropped when he saw the naked
women. “Where’s your socks?” he yelled as he skidded to a stop and
stared at the risqué beauties’ ankles.
The blush began on Kathy’s cheeks and spread down her chest to her
knees. “This is horrible, just horrible,” she sobbed and tried to hide
behind Christi.
A car horn cut off Mommy’s reply. The driver parked the battered black
sedan between the women and the staring boy, then got out and opened the
trunk. “Ladies,” he motioned for them to climb inside. Unlike the
luxurious carpeted space Kathy had shared with Christi on the night of
their big date, this trunk was filthy, filled with oily rags, tires and
various automotive apparatus. “You girls just make yourselves at home,”
the driver’s smile exposed a mouth of crooked and missing teeth, “you’ll
be spending a lot of time in there between now and Thanksgiving.”
The car backfired loudly as it chugged away with Kathy and Mommy riding
uncomfortably on top of an ever-shifting junk heap. “This is a
nightmare,” Kathy reached out for her Mommy in the oily darkness.
“What’s Grand Dad going to have them do to us. I’m scared.”
“That’s the point,” Mommy replied. “He just wants us to know he can do
anything with us he wants and you know what?”
“What?”
“He’s right.”
The car rumbled to a stop and the driver popped the trunk open. “Let’s
go,” he said, “end of the line.” Kathy and Mommy stumbled out onto a
cold cement floor. They were covered with motor oil and filth. A big
chunk of axle grease clung to Kathy’s stomach and completely filled her
belly button. “Boy, I bet you two are real cute when you’re cleaned
up,” the driver slapped Mommy playfully on the calf, “I might just have
to have myself a piece or two after we’re through with your special
treatment.”
They were in a large metal building filled with stacks of car batteries.
“This is Rudolph,” the driver introduced a large man in dirty gray
overalls. “He’s gonna be in charge of everything. Now, you two just
relax and do what you’re told and you’ll be home in no time.”
“Ladies,” Rudolph tipped his baseball cap. “Your Grand Dad’s an old Army
buddy of mine and a brother Trojan. You two have disgraced him and the
good name of our lodge, so today we’re going to start teachin’ you a
little respect.” The sweaty man held up two lengths of rope and handed
one to the driver. “Now, put your hands behind your backs so we can get
you tied up and put you two to work.”
“To, to work?” Kathy asked meekly.
“That’s right,” Rudolph grinned a sinister grin and pointed to the rows
of stacked batteries. “We had a little trucking accident in the yard.
Two loads of batteries got all mixed up. Some are dead, some have a
little juice left in ‘em, and some had just been recharged. You ladies
are going to help us finger out which is which.”
The oily man grabbed Kathy’s hair and pulled it back into a pony tail.
He then tied it around a pipe about a foot above the pretty blonde’s
head. “That’ll keep you from tippin’ over.” He looked at Mommy, “your
hair’s not long enough,” he said decisively, “so, we’ll just have to
string you up by your tits.”
The driver looped rope nooses around each of Mommy firm breasts as
Rudolph held her from behind. He cinched them tight and threw the loose
ends of the cords over the pipe. Within minutes, she was dancing on tip
toes as her strangled mammaries called the tune. “Now, you start lettin’
that pretty hair of yours grow out and things will go a lot easier,”
Rudolph gave both of her budging nipples a sharp twist.
The men then secured copper bands to Mommy and Kathy’s left ankles. The
bands connected to black cables that stretched to a table where a line
of batteries awaited testing. A pair of thick red cables ran back from
the table and ended in a huge alligator clips that were firmly applied
to their nether lips.
They both screamed when the clips bit into tender flesh. “Kathy, you’re
first,” Rudolph attached the black cable to the first battery. “Here we
go,” he touched the red cable to the battery’s positive pole.
The hot current sent her feet kicking in an involuntary frenzy. “I think
that was a good one, Rudolph,” she quivered as he broke the circuit.
“Next!”
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