http://www.mrdouble.com 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.