ser erupted with a bolt of blue electric current runniweewo electrodes at its end. An ominous hum filled the trailer.
Steve' s eyes widened with horror. "Hey, wait, you ' t use that, that' s not fair!"
"Fair?" asked Ben mogly. "Weren' t you little boys going to use these on us? Let' s see how the damn thing works."
Ben jabbed the Taser directly into Steve' s belly button. The boy let out a blood curdling scream and his body thrashed untrollably against the wall of the trailer. Ben withdrew the Taser and smiled. "Yeah, this thing wood. Let' s see what it does to those abs of yours." This time, Ben clicked the Taser on and raked it up and down the length of Steve' s impressive six-pack. Again, the boy screamed as his body vulsed reflexively.
After a few seds, Ben withdrew the fiendish torture on and looked at his victim. Steve was slumped in his bonds, panting for breath, tears running down his eyes. A black stain spread at his crotch; Steve had wet himself in his agony.
"P-p-p-please, no more," Steve begged. "Oh, , one more," Ben said, smiling, and again jammed the armed Taser directly into Steve' s mid-se. The boy yelled again as his body thrashed in agony.
Ben withdrew the Taser and looked at Steve, who was sobbing quietly. "Now, let' s see how those abs of yours are doing," Ben said, and applied a claw hold to Steve' s beet-red abdominal area. Steve screamed with pain as his burned, battered abs reacted to Ben' s vicious twist.
"Okay, Gus, your turn," Ben said, stepping back. "Gus said he couldn' t wait to work those abs of yours, kiddo. Now let' s see what you' re made of."
Gus stepped up to Steve, flattened his fist, and drove a hard right directly into Steve' s abs. Steve tried to flex his battered stomach muscles and defend against the punch, but his bruised muscles wouldn' t respond, and Gus' punch drove straight into his mid-se.
"Oooofff!" Steve spat, as all the wind was knocked out of him. Gus