The Annual Company Picnic · Part 1

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This story is a fantasy; it takes place in another place, and in another time.

The future is not always the way we envision it, it may be better, it may be worse; it may be skewed into another reality all together.

In this world, consensual torture for the sake of personal advancement is the reality….

NO fictional characters were seriously injured, maimed or forced to do housework this adventure!

Or were they…

It was the day of the annual company picnic, a warm, humid, Saturday afternoon in July. Karyn had been a faithful employee of the company for nearly six years and hadn’t missed a single affair. For the last three-years, her workmate and closest friend Debbi had accompanied her, as she did to most social occasions. The bond of friendship had grown from platonic, to romantic; they were not only friends and co-workers, but the most passionate of lovers as well. There was always talk at work, accompanied by the glanced snicker, or whispered comment by the others, but since they were the two hottest and most beautiful girls there, they expected no less.

Karyn was 28 years young, tall, and with a shapely body that every girl wished that she had. Her long, flowing, jet-black hair lay over her forehead with thick bangs that nearly covered her eyes, adding mystery to her looks.

Debbi was beautiful as well, voluptuous, about 3 inches shorter than Karyn, with a slender, curvy, body that was to die for. Her blonde hair cascaded to her mid-back and was styled as Karyn had done hers, they almost looked like sisters.

Style-wise, they were so different, Karyn was the short skirt, titty top and fuck-me heels, type of girl, a born tease. Debbi was the skin tight leathers and boots, biker type, she loved to shock everyone with her hard core appearance, but at heart, she was soft, loving and very faithful to her lover, Karyn. Their only commonality was that they both wore a one inch wide, polished, thick, stainless- steel, neck-collar with a “D” ring in the front. They had never taken them off since the day they received them, they were locked on, and the key was thrown away, the very day they were fitted to them.

Karyn didn’t sleep very well the night before the picnic, but she didn’t expect to. Debbi hadn’t slept well either. The girls spent the entire night making love and discussing what may happen the next day. They were both excited and frightened by the prospects.

Every year, the company picnic was a bit unusual, even for the times they lived in. Attendance was not mandatory, but the female employees would receive a large raise for attending, since they were agreeing to be part of the annual lottery drawing. The drawing was held exactly at 12:00 noon on the day of the picnic. There was always one winner, and since the girls had not won for the years that they had gone, they were able to go this year. Of course, if you didn’t attend, you automatically received a 25% cut in your pay and were not considered for any promotion the next year.

Attendance was usually near 100%, as it was to be this year as well.

They arose early, showered and dressed for the big day. Karyn selected a short, red, pleated satin skirt and a white satin tie-top with a pair of platform stiletto heels in bright, crimson-red, patent leather. Sitting down, she saw that her skirt rode up to her hips, leaving her entire crotch exposed, just the look she wanted! Forget the panties, she said to herself. She was determined to be the hit of the picnic, one way or another.

Debbi chose a favorite outfit, a black leather miniskirt, a studded, black leather bra and thigh-high boots, which nearly touched the bottom of her skirt. Both girls placed matching wide, heavy, stainless steel cuffs on their wrists and locked them securely in place, with the “D” rings prominently in view. Although they had not been needed in the years before, they thought it better to be prepared with their own restraints, rather than the ones at the affair. Wearing their own restraints, made the reality of the event a bit more acceptable, since they were choosing their own method of captivity, if the occasion arose. Lastly, they proceeded to the bathroom and gave each other three, warm, soapy-water, enemas, followed by a rinse of peppermint, cinnamon, ginseng and cloves in hot water. The final infusion was a rapidly administered rinse of ice water, straight from the freezer.

The result was a feeling of extreme heat that traveled throughout their bodies, followed by a torturous filling with the 30* water, causing even more sexual frustration. They wanted to ensure that they were squeaky clean inside, they wanted no messy accidents, should the unexpected happen.

As usual, the enemas made the girls very hot and sexually excited; they masturbated themselves furiously, as they endured the wonderful cramps and bloating of the enemas. Each one of the series of three enemas drove them to hotter and hotter levels of excitement, making the girls even more excited for the big day to come. They talked wildly about what would happen if one of them should be the winner. The fantasy of it was so terribly exciting, that their masturbation grew more and more furious, as they nearly forgot the reality of the event. One of the girls best and closest friends, Annette, had won last year, the girls were there to see the entire scenario occur, and now, the reality of it had been lost, and fantasy had taken over… So were the tricks of the human mind.

Annette, you see, was the winner of the lottery, and as the winner, she was chosen to be strapped into one of two TENS electro-shock chairs that were prominently placed on the raised stage, in the center of the picnic ground, and be the subject of a slow, erotic electrocution ritual. They had been told that there was a 60 percent chance of surviving the ordeal without becoming totally incoherent, losing control of all bodily functions, and humiliating herself in front of her co-workers. If the subject did survive intact, she would be rewarded with a fortune in cash, a life-long fabulous job with the company, in a European city of their own choosing.

The chairs were very ritualistic in appearance; they were made of heavy, red oak, polished and varnished to a super-bright sheen. They were upholstered in blood red leather, with lots of brass nail head studs adorning them. The many security straps were also made of hand-buffed, brown leather, hand tooled and extremely heavy duty. Straps were placed at the waist, the upper chest just below the breasts, on each wrist below each elbow, on each ankle, just below the knee, and if needed in an emergency situation, a wide leather strap with an attached rubber ball gag, that could be fastened around the head.

The most unusual and prominent feature of the chairs was the 3-inch wide, 9 inch long, steel and Teflon dildo, arising from the center of the seat. This dildo was in fact the central electrode, through which the current would flow into the winner’s body. Square brass electrodes fastened to rubber straps hung from the chair, awaiting their next victim. They would be coated with a conductive gel and the straps pulled tight, to assure that their placement on the exposed skin of the victim was full and complete. They would be fastened to the seated girl’s ankles, wrists, and inner thighs. The seated girl’s nipples were secured to electrodes: They were: Pinch-type, spring loaded, clamps, that were designed to pierce the nipples, and assure that the clamps would not become dislodged, even with the most aggressive thrusting of the seated girl.

The initial flow of current was designed to excite and ease the girl into a state of euphoria, by TENS- like currents, flowing into her vagina and out through the thigh electrodes. This rhythmic flow was sure to cause rapid and frequent orgasms to occur, which always put her at ease, wanting more. Typically, four or five orgasms were given before the computer that controlled the entire show, began to ratchet the flow of current upwards, both in time and intensity. The last TENS generated orgasm: Lasted the longest, had an increased flow of power, resulting in the subject tensing up, and their body to become visibly rigid, as they crashed into their last orgasm.

From then on, the subject was not to enjoy the ordeal; it became rapidly more and more intense and painful. The jolts of current were not always long lasting, but some seemed to last forever… especially, for the girl on the chair.

A few seconds and up to one full minute, of rest was given between each application, to allow the subject to regain some composure. Each electrode on the body was cycling on and off, allowing the body to react differently, each time it was hit by the electricity. The crowd loved seeing the subject tense up and strain at the straps that held her so tightly, but no release was possible. Un gagged, the girls usually let out screams and plaintiff moaning, that drove the crowd to frenzy, as they watched the torments increase in intensity.

The special computer, which had been a project of the company, controlled everything and was carefully programmed with the weight, body mass and age of the subject. Typically, the show lasted 20 to 25 minutes, until a massive dose of power was jolted into the girl, causing her to shake violently and pass out… If she was lucky.

Each girl was offered a ball gag and blindfold at the start of her ordeal, but none ever accepted it, the crowd loved seeing and hearing the lucky girl’s screams, pleadings and moaning. The girls knew this, and wanted to crowd to be pleased with their performance.

Annette was such a lucky girl, her show last year, was nearly half an hour long. She performed wonderfully, even though she was not a totally willing subject. Her husband had accompanied her to the picnic, which she always made sure to attend, even knowing the possible ramifications of her attendance. When her number was called out, she shrieked from fright, when she heard her name called out. Her husband calmed her: and after some convincing, lead her to the stage, where two, large, naked guards, wearing only black-leather hoods, took her by the shoulders and stripped her clothes off.

Annette cried and pleaded for mercy that was not to come. She was lead to the preparation table, where she was bent over, and forced to grab hold of the far side of the table. Her husband held her arms tightly so that she could not move from her position. One of the guards spread her legs apart and inserted a speculum into her waiting anus. Once her ass was opened wide: The guard took a large cotton roll, similar to a tampon, that had been soaked in Vaseline and inserted it far into her ass, to ensure that there would not be any embarrassing accidents, should she lose control during her plight. He then took two of his fingers and dipped them into a jar of white, gooey, cream and inserted them forcibly into her now soaking-wet pussy, lubricating it well, to ease the insertion of the huge electrode.

The guards quickly removed her from the table and walked her to the center of the stage, where the first chair was placed. They held her shoulders tightly, and when they had her positioned directly over the large central electrode that protruded up from the chair’s seat, they shoved her quickly downward, causing the large steel dildo-electrode to dig deeply into her pussy. She screamed from its huge size invading her tiny body. The electrode needed to be large and very tight fitting, to avoid any unnecessary burns from a loose contact, with the soft, wet tissues inside her pussy. Girls that went to the chair willingly: Were allowed to lower themselves slowly onto the shaft, easing it into their wet, willing, bodies.

The unwilling were not so lucky, they were thrust down onto the seat by the guards, who quickly tightened the restraining straps to avoid any unnecessary movements of the girl, if she tried to get loose.

Annette had calmed down a bit as the electrodes were slowly and ritualistically applied to her body. Her chest was still heaving from panic as they finished the last of them. When the guards took the nipple-piercing clamps and approached her breast, she screamed as they snapped it into place on her left nipple. The sharp steel pin in the clamp bit through her nipple, sending a wave of pain into her body. The resulting scream was heard throughout the area. The second clamp was applied to her right nipple, as she cried out begging, but her protestations were ignored.

She had stopped begging her husband to free her, as he stood next to the chair, watching keenly as his wife was prepared for her show. His excitement was obvious, as his cock was visible through his shorts, trying to poke its way out.

He bent down next to her and kissed her once, telling her that he loved her with all his heart. He then he pulled his shorts down and began to masturbate himself in front of her, yelling out at her, how much he wanted to see her be tortured.

His string of profanity and name calling seemed to excite his ego, the masturbation grew more and more intense.

He called out to the torturer, “Fry the Bitch, Fry the fucking whore now!”

Tears ran down her face as she heard her husband’s pronouncement.

She cried out, “NO, Please, I promise that…”

She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence. The first jolt of TENS electro-shock electricity hit her like a ton of bricks. She tensed up, screamed, and then released her grip on the chair’s arms, as the pleasure cycle had begun. She passed out at just the 30 minute mark, after enduring numerous jolts of high current that eventually put her into unconsciousness. Everyone in the crowd was applauding loudly as Annette was put through her performance by the super computer: most aroused of all was her husband, who had shot his load of cum into her face, as she sat on her throne of pain.

As Karyn watched her best friend being tortured: she was very upset, but, as the show ended, she felt the unmistakable wetness between her legs, she was cumming from watching the riveting scenario take place. All she could do was to imagine herself in Annette’s place, and it was driving her into a sexual frenzy.

Karyn had heard that Annette had survived, she was well, and was now the new general manager of the company’s offices in Paris, France.

The second chair on the stage was exactly the same as the first. It was there for any volunteer to sit in. The company always had their picnic lottery, but each year they announced that if any other girl in the audience wanted to experience the chair, they could do so, and volunteer to be a participant. Only once in her six- years had Karyn seen a girl come forward to volunteer. Neither Karyn nor Debbi had known her, but she was a shockingly beautiful girl of about 30 years old.

She was about 5'9" tall with long black hair and a waist that had been corseted down to barely 17 inches. She stripped down without question, once she reached the stage, but requested to keep her corset on. The officials g

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