Elle Ch 01 2

Elle was no stranger to fucked up situations. Sure, she had never been abducted before, but there's a first time for everything.

Her shoulders were getting a bit sore, but otherwise she really wasn't very uncomfortable. The ropes binding her naked legs weren't scratchy, but they weren't as smooth as the cheap nylon rope her ex-boyfriend used to tie her up with. Was this hemp, or jute, something else? She remembered him talking, well blabbering on, about different types of rope a few times.

Jared, good old Jared. A sweet man, who thought that he was into the "lifestyle" as he used to put it. One BDSM porn video and all of a sudden Jared thought he wanted to be a Dominant, a rigger, a typer-upper of weak females. Elle played along because why not? Jared was the least fucked up relationship she'd ever been in, why not spice it up. But, quickly Jared became suffocating, and not his usual affectionate suffering, a different level of needy. Jared kept asking Elle to "submit", to bend to his will during their scenes, but Elle was never going to let that happen. Jared's idea of submitting was having her beg for him to stop spanking her, and then he'd give up when his hand "hurt".

In one final blowup Jared accused Elle of being incapable of pleasing anyone but herself. He was mad she wouldn't participate in his little role playing games. Elle had laughed right in his face and walked out of his apartment for good. The memory made Elle chuckle.

Elle felt like her life was a series of fucked up occurrences. Between all the death, the jail time (that was actually expunged), living on the street, the abuse she suffered in every foster home, she never once lived for pleasing herself. Elle didn't live to please anyone. Elle lived because death by her own hands seemed like the ultimate betrayal for how much suffering she endured. And, well, nothing else had killed her, yet.

As she laid in the back of whatever vehicle this was, she thought of how being kidnapped was just another fucked up piece of her life's puzzle. Maybe they would kill her, sell her, pimp her out, who knew. Elle didn't care to worry. Her head was covered in some bag, her arms were tied and felt handcuffed behind her back and her legs were bound so that her feet were touching her ass, there was no escaping right now.

Elle rolled over onto her side just as she felt the vehicle abruptly stop, throwing her against what felt like maybe a front row of seats. She guessed she must be in some type of van, and she was right. She heard the door slide open and felt hands roll her onto her stomach and slide her out of the door.

Elle hit the concrete floor with a thud and a groan. It wasn't but a moment until she felt someone yank her upwards. She felt a quick pinch on her neck and then it was dark.

When Elle woke back up shenwas no longer hooded, she was strapped to a chair, arms and legs secured to each chair part. Her muscles tensed as she pushed against her restraints. Maybe there was a slight wiggle, but no, there was no escaping this right now. Elle started to take in the different sensations over and in her body. Prickling, full, sharp, pressure, the sensations were starting to wash over her. Elle's eyes were finally starting to bring her surroundings into focus.

The room was dark, but there were large, scattered objects around. Elle muttered, "fuck" as she saw what looked like medevil torture devices encircling her. The only thing she could aptly name was what looked like a cage.

Her head wasn't bound, her mouth wasn't gagged, and her hair felt like it was neatly tied up in a bun atop her head. Her thoughts were scattered, she felt disoriented, and between the sensations and the scene around her, nothing was making sense. "Fuck," she muttered again, when suddently she felt another pinch on the back of her neck. Elle grunted and whipped her head to the side, but she was unable to see what or who had pinched her. This time, there was no blackness. Elle could still hear, see, and feel what was going on around her.

A robotic voice spoke, "hello Elle". She murmured, "fuck" again, realizing that whoever had taken her knew her by name, this was premeditated, or maybe they just found her wallet, either way this was bad news. Was it another stalker? Albeit, her first stalker never went this far. He had tried to rape her once, but she quickly kicked the shit out of him before calling the police. This couldn't have been that sad sap. No, this was much worse than that guy.

"Elle, I want you to look around, see where you will be spending some of your time," the monotone voice spoke again.

Elle begrudgingly looked around.

"When you are not kept in here, you will be moved outside, or kept in our other various rooms."

Our? Oh no, this wasn't just one stalker. Things were getting worse by the second. Maybe she was finally trafficked, or maybe it was some sex cult?

"We do not wish to kill you, Elle. On the contrary, we wish to free you. We wish to welcome you to your new home. You will be here as long as it takes, Elle. We are quite patient, and quite persistent, just as we suspect you are, too".

"Fuck," Elle quietly let out. She really had hit rock bottom. After everything she'd been through, now it was her turn to be in some backwoods version of Hellraiser?! Free her? Keep her? Welcome her? Thankfully Elle didn't start out with much hope when she woke up in the back of the van. For better or worse, she did have the nihilistic worldview of a woman with nothing to lose.

"Elle, we want you to look down now. What we've started to do is just the beginning. You will feel many things with us, but you mustn't look away from any of it. You are here to witness, to feel, to transform. Now, look down and see the first step."

Elle had avoided looking at her body. Past the glance down to see her arms tied, she didn't dare stare at herself. She felt the discomfort, but she didn't want to acknowledge what was possibly happening to her. She knew she still had on her tank top and underwear, what she remembered going to sleep in last night, or, what she thought was last night. As she looked down she saw how tightly her arms and thighs were bound. Her flesh was billowing up between the zip ties and rope. Elle saw wires sneaking out from under her panties. She saw the small protrusions poking up into her shirt. Each area creating a rectangular blob. Everywhere the blobs were hurt, but she didn't want to admit that, she didn't understand.

"Very good Elle. Now, we will start the interrogation soon, but first I will introduce you to your caretakers. Meet Gavin and Patrice. They will be your everything during your time with us."

Two people stepped out of the shadows. One was tall, with what looked like a muscular physique, while the other was a bit dantier, smaller than Elle herself. In the incredibly cliche dark room scattered with what looked like spotlights, Elle couldn't make out their faces in the backlighting.

"Gavin will be the one to ask you a series of questions, while Patrice will ensure that your 'corrections' happen according to plan".

Corrections, questions? Elle didn't understand what there was to interrogate her about. She knew no secrets, she had no life of importance. Elle worked as a secretary for a seedy lawyer, but the guy was so incompetent there was no way anyone would trust Marv with any real secrets.

"Fuck," Elle thought, "maybe this is some sort of ransom? Maybe Marv had gotten into trouble with some loan sharks?" She quickly threw that thought away though, anyone who knew Marv in the slightest knew he didn't care about his employees anyways.

"Elle, everytime you don't answer a question honestly, you will be subjected to a different sensation. Elle, are you ready to begin?"

Elle's eyebrows furrowed, what was she supposed to say to that?! Did she even have an option to say no?

"Marvelous, we will take your silence as a yes. Gavin, Patrice, please begin."

From what Elle could see, the larger of the two sat down at a small desk near one of the cages. The shorter one, now equal height with the sitting one stood nearby.

"Hello Elle, I am Gavin and this is Patrice. Patrice doesn't talk much, so she will be administering your corrections. We shall get started now".

Elle didn't recognize the accent, or maybe lack thereof. His voice was rather calming, maybe that was the point.

"I will start by asking you easy questions, Elle. Questions that we all know the answers to. You must answer each question out loud, there is no refusing to answer here, Elle. If you do not answer you will be corrected. If you answer untruthfully, you will be corrected in an even harsher fashion. Do you understand, Elle?"

Elle's eyebrows furrowed again as she glared at both figures. Suddenly Elle felt a prickling sensation near her pubic bone followed by what felt like a sharp stabbing pain. The pain was gone just about as quickly as it came on. Elle groaned, she had been stabbed once before, one of her previous lives, but this wasn't the same. The initial sensation felt similar to her, but the pain dissipated so quickly, what was this?!

"Elle, a groan is not an answer. We will not ask you the same questions multiple times. You will continue to be corrected until you answer. This may be a lot to take in, but you will follow directions".

The sharp pain happened again, this time it shot up the front, left of her abdomen and ended on her nipple. Elle gasped, the pain was worse than the first, but again it dissipated quickly. Elle caught her breath and looked down at her body. Again, she felt a sharp pain radiate up her abdomen into her nipple, this time the right side. Elle now understood what correction meant. They were going to torture her.

Elle's brain was trying to sort through too many things at once. Before she could even think of answering, another sharp pain radiated up her front. This time her abdomen, breasts and pubic mound were on fire. Elle shrieked and shouted, "yes!". The pain stopped.

"Very good, Elle. You will continue to receive these doses of electricity if you do not comply. As we see, you have a great sensation tolerance, but do not think this is the most that will happen to you, Elle. We have many devices, many training tools for correction. We haven't even shocked your cunt or ass yet. The full feeling you have, Elle, those are electrodes inserted into each cavity."

Elle realized that the little mounds under her shirt must be some kind of pins conducting the electricity. All the wires had to be connected to some device near the two figures. The fullness Gavin talked about was true. But, Elle hadn't given it much thought considering her panties were still on. There were too many sensations to understand what was happening.

"Elle, what is your name?"

Elle was silent for a moment, was this a fucking trick question? She felt a prickling sensation inside of her cunt, a sharp pulse. Then, she felt a harder pulse, the electricity was indeed stabbing at the inside of her vaginal walls. Elle groaned and strained against her binds. "Elle, my name is Elle you bastard!" she shouted at Gavin. The electricity stopped and Elle felt her chest heaving, her head swimming, but the pain was now gone.

"Ah, very good, thank you for your response Elle. Patrice is being kind in giving you a 'warning' pulse, but all of that is at her discretion. I suggest being more forthcoming, Elle. Now, how old are you?"

Fine, if she was going to be forced to play whatever perverse game this was, she would test them as they were testing her. "Thirty-seven," Elle quickly shouted.

The next shot of electricity was sent deep inside both her ass and cunt. She had purposefully answered incorrectly and they knew it. She realized she should've bid her time, lied about something they couldn't easily find out. She fucked up and was paying the price.

This time the shock lasted longer. Elle screamed and strained as hard as she could, but there was still no budging against her restraints, and there seemed to be no pushing either of the electrodes out of her orifices.

"Elle, we know the answers, we told you that lying would bring harsher corrections."

"30, I am 30 years old," she replied. Elle didn't know how far these people might take things, but so far though the pain was intense, it ended quickly. Suffer for a few moments, Elle could handle that.

The questions continued on, with Elle receiving shocks for every one of her pauses or lies. They asked basic questions about her life; where she went to primary school, what her favorite color was, what was the first CD she bought, her mother's name. Elle's answers were mixed. Sometimes she outrightly lied, sometimes she fudged the truth just a bit, and when she needed a reprieve from the shocks, she answered their questions truthfully. The pain varied. Sometimes the shocks radiated only in her nipples for a short time, others made her pubic muscles pulse violently, and after a few less than truthful answers in a row, they would alternate sharp pains between her ass and cunt for a few minutes. All of the shocks were lasting longer, and the intensity was growing. But, it would dissipate, the pain would eventually stop.

Elle's muscles were beginning to grow weary. The pain of the little electrodes pinching her nipples and abdomen were taking their toll. She tried not to look at it, but Elle's resolve was wearing down.

"Elle, we are now going to ask you a few additional questions. These questions will help us decide your fate in this training camp."

"A training camp," Elle thought, "training for what? This seems more like Navy Seal training? What the fuck is going on".

"Elle, when was the last time you had sex, and, before you answer, please know that we are entering the second phase. This time, if you do not answer appropriately you will be struck with something much stronger. Now, when was the last time you had sex, Elle?"

"Uhm, I don't remember," Elle quickly spat out. She knew that was a lie, it had been a long time since she had sex, it had been last June, a quick bout of makeup sex with Jared. A boring mistake.

Elle's lie wasn't met with a zap. She secretly braced herself but felt nothing. Maybe she had gotten away with this one? Then, she saw Patrice walk towards a large item at the opposite side of the room. Patrice opened what must have been a chest and pulled out some long, thin rod. Elle heard a thick buzz in the air and saw a small spark coming from the thing in Patrice's hands.

Patrice walked towards Elle slowly. The buzz was happening sporadically, the erratic timing of the buzz coupled with the measured pace of Patrice was unsettling. Elle was starting to feel nervous. "Struck, " Gavin had said I would be struck..."

"This, Elle, is what we call 'the motivator'. More formally it is one of our 'cattle prods'. Now, Patrice will shock you with this, but first, we will remove the other equipment".

Patrice was behind Elle now. Elle felt a hand reach for her neck, grasping her almost how a mother cat scruffs a kitten. Elle felt a cold piece of metal slide over her collarbone and down towards her chest. She heard a small snip and felt the metal and Patrice's hand move away from her body.

Patrice walked around to the front of Elle and grabbed her tank top with both hands. With the addition of the small cut, Patrice could now easily tip the tank top off of Elle. With the tearing of the shirt, off popped the conducting clamps that were attached to Elle's breasts and stomach. The only ones that didn't fly off were the ones directly attached to her nipples. Her barbells must have stopped the pins from flying off.

Elle gasped, shook, and wailed. Her head flew back in agony. The blood rushed to the places where the pins were freshly removed, causing her skin to pulse. Her nipples were aching. Patrice bent down and gently touched Elle's breasts. Elle looked down at what seemed like metal clothespins still attached to her nipples. The gentle touch turned to a brutal squeeze from Patrice. Elle's breasts weren't non-existent, but they were only just enough to fill Patrice's hands. Patrice dug her nails into Elle's breast as Elle threw her head back again. In one motion, Patrice quickly took off the pins on Elle's breasts.

With her mouth wide open, Elle felt a smack land across her cheek. She brought her head back to center only in time to receive another blow to the opposite side of her face. Before she could react the blows then concentrated on her freshly sore nipples. Patrice slapped Elle's chest, alternating between using just the tip of her hands to painfully graze Elle's nipples, to using her full hand to sting across Elle's whole breast.

Elle remained generally silent besides her groans. What was she going to say to this madwoman anyways.

Patrice grabbed the front of Elle's panties and began to cut them off of her, revealing the electrical pads on her cunt and the tape that was keeping the electrodes inside of her body. Elle's pubic hair hadn't stopped them from putting the pads on her, they seemingly only shaved small squares off of her to ensure their adhesion. "How long was I out for, they shaved part of me," the details weren't making any sense to Elle.

Patrice removed the electrical pads quite easily and then reached for the edge of the tape that was keeping Elle's cunt and ass closed. Elle felt the tape pulling at her hair. Why hadn't she shaved recently? Or, well, why would she even consider shaving recently? It had been since last June since her last sexual encounter.

Patrice ripped the tape off, pulling many of Elle's golden pubic hairs with it. The pain wasn't horrendous, but was enough to cause Elle to push both the anal and vaginal probes out of her body. Elle was naked, she felt exposed, vulnerable, confused. Patrice walked towards Elle again and stuck out the buzzing stick. The stick traced up and down Elle's body, hovering ever so often right above her clit or her nipples, the erratic buzzing unnerving her. Elle was growing impatient. This mental fuckery was just prolonging whatever inevitable pain was coming her way.

"Fucking do it already! Do what you want to do!" Screamed Elle.

Her body had never felt this level of concentrated pain before. Elle was nervous, a new feeling for her. Patrice had done as Elle instructed, and finally struck her with the cattle prod in her upper thigh. The first shock was for a quick moment, followed by a long 2 second stretch of pure agony.The pain lingered a bit, she felt her muscle tense up, it felt sore already. This was a different beast than the other shocks.

"Elle, the motivator will be used again, until you answer the question."

Patrice jabbed the prod into Elle's public mound. The jolt caused Elle to scream out and involuntarily urinate. She took it back, THIS was the most level of pain she had ever felt, the most fearful she had ever felt. Her leg and cunt ached, the pain was lingering. She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. Pain was one thing, but to be betrayed by her body like this, humiliated?

"Last June, it's been since last June," Elle squeaked out, before she could be prodded again.

"Very good Elle, thank you. Now, I know you do not understand why you are here. You are a smart girl, you've figured out a few things by now, perhaps, but let me make one thing abundantly clear... you will not be allowed to leave until we are finished with you. There is no set timeline, it will all depend on you, Elle." Gavin paused his speech and waved Patrice back towards him.

"We are in the business of training women like yourself, those who are no stranger to suffering. You will go through many training sessions, Elle, similar to this one. You will become free, you will see the true purpose for your suffering, Elle."

The way Gavin spoke, perpetually using her name, made Elle uncomfortable. It felt like Gavin was trying to be endearing, but she knew he was just trying to get in her head, reminding her that they knew her inside and out.