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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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