VI – Electrostimulation
Slink's Tent
Finish Line, Utah
Julian awoke to a fresh new hell; part of the deal he submitted to, in order to keep his job, had been to accept the help and advice of those from Head Office. His race was now to be dictated by the viewers, no longer would it be his masterpiece. Truth be told, Julian was royally pissed off.
Rasher had already been by, setting up a television and telephone connection in the reception area. Everything was therefore ready for the conference call, to which Slink's attendance was mandatory. Although from the chaos that had reigned in Pixie, Slink didn't think there'd be anything much of interest to watch on today's stage. Did Head Office not realise that Julian Slink, Master of Ceremonies, Collector of rare obscurities and Purveyor of Sexual Oddities, was the only one who could control the Mayhem?
The tattooed vagabond seemed all too happy about the control panel being placed in his charge. Rasher did always enjoy a good power trip. Julian could only wonder how the contestants would fare throughout the coming stage. It was known that most had been on the road through the night, the last should be setting off momentarily.
Despite being fully aware that he would not be coming into contact with people until at least mid-day, Julian was careful to select an outfit that suited him and proceeded to dress with the utmost care. Whatever was on offer for breakfast would already be laid out on his coffee table, and he wished to partake in peace. Preferably before his brain threatened to turn itself into meaningless mush.
He was pleased to see that Rasher had already tuned the tv to the race. A beautiful widescreen that gave a stunning picture of just what was happening. There was very little of interest happening, most of the racers were too tired to be doing much else other than driving. Fat Elvis and a couple of others had fallen victim to the goings on at the motel, but not so many that it would affect the race, there were still plenty of cars in the running.
Sipping at the cup of fruit tea, Julian pondered over his most recent revelation. It seemed Flossy, his pretty little thing in the admin office, was more than she appeared. Slink found he couldn't help but wonder about her; he'd seen her about the offices since he'd first appeared, she'd aged in double time, it was clear that Flossy was not her first incarnation.
When he noticed it, things stumbled into place. Yesterday as he had been leaving, he'd seen the photograph on the wall. A photo often walked past and ignored. There in black and white was the company founder William Heart II and beside him a beautiful young woman. His wife.
Flossy was a clone, a clone of Florence Heart.
What on earth had possessed their founder to clone his wife?
Had it been love which had convinced him to keep her around? Or at least try to.
Blood was the foundation of Heart Enterprises, was Florence the reason?
. . .
Blood Drive
Stage 3, Utah
Electra found herself riding in the terminal position, and whoever had possession of the pulse charge controller was making her feel it. There was a constant buzz of electricity running through her veins; she was well aware of her precarious position, the impending doom and she wanton.
Having slept through the majority of the previous evening's violence, Electra had discovered her car mercifully untouched and a day's supply of fuel. The motel and diner at Pixie Swallow was abandoned, and would soon be a feeding ground for whatever vultures were left in the Arizona desert. Despite finding herself racing for her life, she was glad of the spare limbs now piled onto the backseat of the Aston.
The stage had been long and dusty with very little to mark the landscape and nothing but a slightly stronger pulse every twenty miles or so, reminding her of her imminent downfall. Electra was relying heavily on the GPS system she'd been forced to install in the car; there was a lot of ground to cover before she caught up with any of the other vehicles, but barely enough time to do it in.
Sure from the looks of it Grace and Arthur had broken down just before the turnoff for Steel City. The pair would probably have to venture into the city to make up the ground they were losing, but it didn't seem worth the risk to follow them. If she stuck to the alotted path, she might barely make it to the finish line before them, if they didn't get themselves stuck. Anyone who'd been sent into Steel City, since the scar opened hadn't been seen again.
There was a derelict building coming up on her left, Electra was still a good fifteen miles away from the Steel City fork. The building looked familiar, and as she came closer, an image fluttered into her memory.
A stunning villa was coming into view, William had been driving all afternoon to get them so far out from Salt Lake City. There was a party being held in the gorgeous venue just up ahead.
It seemed like a fantastic idea to hold property so far from neighbours who complained at the slightest hint of fun. She did wonder why her husband had moved them into such a sleepy part of New York State.
"I have a business meeting here, so I expect you to be on your best behaviour." William has commanded as he handed his car keys to the valet. The look in his eyes was vicious, the man knew how to threaten her without saying a word.
Electra shook the memory from her head, the business meeting turned out to be nothing more than her husband pimping her out so a contract would be signed. Not her proudest moment, but it had given her a little clarity on what her marriage would entail. The party hadn't been long after their wedding, and from that point on Electra had vowed that she would not be just the 'little lady' on William's arm. If she had to live with this man, she would at least find a way to enjoy it.
She stopped the Aston and pulled out a map, only to be presented with another thrilling buzz.
"Oh, William, if you only knew." She barely murmured.
There was a side road, just beyond the grounds of the villa. It would take her off course, but she'd meet up with the other racers just before the finish line. Leaving the map on the seat, she put the car in gear and pulled away. She was going to catch up. There was a smirk on her lips as she took the exit. The detour was going to hurt, but it would hurt so good.
. . .
Slink's Tent
Notes Call, Hour 4
He was beyond pissed off at the Heart knob jockeys. Their notes made no sense, it wasn't like Slink could control the race once a stage was in play, he could punish those who broke the rules, but beyond that, his manipulations were behind the scenes.
What happened in Steel City was entirely beyond his control. He couldn't change that the creatures of the city were called 'Glimmers' it was local slang, and messing with the racers was tantamount to fixing the race. Julian might consider himself a sadistic bastard, but he at least played relatively fair.
The meeting was about to end when the wholly unexpected happened. Rasher was in control of the pulse charges and had incidentally created a thing of beauty. The scene playing out on the screen before him was wild and untamed; Slink wanted to see more of it.
"What is she doing?" came one voice.
"Is she really going to… fuck yes." Another spoke on the phone.
Goodness knows how she'd done it, but Electra was now near enough at the front of the pack, and she'd pulled over. Driver's seat pushed back, internal cameras angled and was that her panties hanging from the rearview mirror?
The phone sat limply on Julian's shoulder. Like everyone, he was busy watching.
Electa had the buttons of her shirt open, she'd gone without a bra, and even with the internal camera's shit resolution, it was possible to see they were hard as rocks. Her skirt was hitched up around her waist, and she had her feet propped up on the dash to enable such a delightful angle.
Julian wanted to be able to control the Aston's internal camera system, he wanted the ability to zoom. He needed the ability to take charge and give the viewers a little more than webcam porn.
"We really need better sound on these internal camera systems!" Graham causally mentioned as anyone viewing the moment could see her lips moving, chest heaving, but not a sound of her moans reached their ears.
Julian had stopped listening, he was captivated by the woman on the screen. Her lips were moving, forming words he was trying to make out as she threw her head back in ecstasy. The fingers of one hand were thrust deep into her pussy, while that one the other rubbed her clitoris vigorously.
Her body tensed, and her lips parted forming one perfect word; Julian.
He dropped the phone. Slink wondered whether any of the others had caught the name that crossed her lips.
. . .
Stage 3
Mayhem Party
Slink had spent the beginning of the Mayhem Party searching for her. Electra enjoyed his attention but had no intention of letting him find her. Not yet. He tried desperately not to appear too eager in his search.
From the way his eyes were raking over each and every group of people, she assumed he'd had a front row seat to her show.
He wandered around, occasionally taking a lick of the battery in his hand. It seemed his frustration was wearing him thin.
She'd taken a nap while his telephone conference had been ongoing, Electra was quite happy to wander around for the majority of the evening. She watched as the tension in his body periodically increased.
Slinky was horny, and that battery wasn't going to last forever.
She took care to hide her soaked panties in the throne that had been erected by the finish line. After the events of the first party, she was confident that Slink would be able to identify her scent upon them. That was if no one moved them from his royal seat first.
Making her way through the crowds, Electra managed to brush passed her target. His precious battery landed in her possession. While there was little intention of torturing the man with his needs, Electra couldn't help but want to wind him up; memories of kinky kisses and fervent fucking fluttered across her mind.
It was complete curiosity which led her to his tent. Everyone was heading towards the finish line, there were only two cars left to finish; Clowndick and Grace and Arthur. Gut feeling told her it would be Clowndick who ended up with his brains splattered across the dashboard; there was just something hinky about how the Heart Employees kept a close eye on the brunette.
The God of the Stage had a lavishly decorated tent, so beautifully put together that it would take a whole team to get him on the road come the morning.
As she wandered through his reception area, Electra noticed the big screen across from the worn leather sofa. Running her fingers along the back, fantasies of being bent over it flashed through her mind. It seemed Julian Slink had plenty of surfaces on which to pound a young woman into submission.
A shiver ran up her spine, she did miss his domineering side. Electra could only hope they'd recreated every inch of him perfectly when they'd cloned him.
That man had always been able to work miracles with his dick.
Electra was busy running through dreams of being strapped to the dentist's chair, which sat casually in the corner of the next room, being fucked to within an inch of her life, when a rush of electricity ran through her body.
The race was over, and Slink had his little box of magic back in his possession. He was making her pay for her teasing.
Stage 3,
Finish Line
Julian struggled to get comfortable in his seat of honour. The first glass of red had disappeared rather quickly, to be replenished without question from one of the many who served Heart.
Reaching behind him, Julian discovered he was sitting on a fascinating pair of panties. Blood red, very lacy and they'd spent the afternoon swinging from the rearview mirror of a stunning Aston Martin.
Oh, that Minx. She was going to pay.
Running his fingers over them, he discovered they were still wet. That blasted woman must have put them back on after the race.
What had that woman been up to? Her scent was sharp, Julian didn't need to bring them to his nose to note the floral aroma was that which he had tasted a previous evening.
Tucking the lace into his pocket, he reached for the battery he'd stashed.
It wasn't there, it was missing. Where had it gone?
Julian searched all of his pockets, trying his best not to appear desperate. It wouldn't look good for the Master of Ceremonies to lose his cool in front of his faithful audience.
Taking a deep breath, he settled for licking the fingers which had recently found themselves coated in the taste of Electra.
Rasher handed over the control box. As tempting as it was to start sending shocks to Electra Frohne, he needed to be ready to blow up the losers before they crossed the line. The line was the only fucking loophole in the whole race, pass it, and a racer was safe. Injuries could occur, but once inside the party, people were safe from death.
Clowndick appeared in the darkness, pulling up to take in the sights and offerings of a bunny just before the line. Not the best moment for him to be thinking with his penis; Slink had tried to warn him, but the red Camero came out of nowhere and took the line before the clown had time to process what was happening.
Brains splattered, the crowd cheered, Julian finished his second glass and triggered a low voltage to emit towards the outrageous bombshell who was fuck knows where. If he was horny, then so could she be.
The plan was to head back to his tent and find some way to calm down or struggle to find a release. Slink hated the people of Heart Enterprises, sure they'd given him the opportunity for eternal life, but the cost was unimaginable. They'd turned him into a eunuch.
Perhaps he could team up with Flossy and together they could plot their revenge. It wasn't as if Heart had been kind when they'd cloned her.
