Chapter 205: Luke

The lies she lived with couldn't continue. I refused to allow her to destroy herself. She barely slept and I wasn't as stupid as the first time she stayed with me. Then, I missed the small nuances that showed how exhausted she was. That would never happen again. And now something set her off without lack of sleep involved. Some trigger that no one but she understood. I couldn't fucking help her if she wouldn't talk to me. All my frustration from months ago came rising to the surface. I imagined her as a young child being raped, beaten, or both. I couldn't stand the pictures in my head... the unknown.
I wrapped rubber bands tightly around the ends of the sticks, securing them together. Machala's breasts were hanging freely over the bench, which made clamping the sticks on her nipples easy. The rubber bands applied the pressure so her nipples squeezed between the lacquered wood. When I put them on, she stopped struggling and speaking. I grabbed the sticks in the middle between her breasts and tightened my fingers.
She might not be outwardly fighting, but the internal struggle continued. Her eyes popped open when I applied more pressure. I released her, walking behind the bench. The dual vibrator was large. It fit into her ass and pussy. I lubed it only slightly. I didn't want it sliding out once I started working. Next came a blindfold. Machala would feel what was happening with a deeper intensity if she couldn't see what I planned. She remained stubbornly silent.
I started with a paddle. Each hard blow to her ass left a solid red mark. She never so much as gasped. I turned on the vibrator. "You have permission to come, girl. It's actually required for today's scene."
She only tightened her lips.
I continued with the paddle until her ass was a fiery red. I picked up the crop. It allowed me to pinpoint the pain. I went after her clamped nipples first. A whimper escaped, but then she controlled it. I circled and began striking the crop in odd places. Her upper legs, calves, shoulders. I knew it wasn't too painful unless I struck her breasts, which I did frequently. Her burning ass was too much to resist. When I was bored with the crop, I moved up behind her and rubbed myself against her angry flesh. We both slept nude so there was nothing between us. I turned up the vibrator so the vibrations worked my cock as I slid against her. It took little time before my balls tightened and I came over her red cheeks. I started rubbing semen into her skin, covering her ass and the backs of her legs. I pulled away and grabbed the short whip. The damn thing would never come clean after this, but I'd buy another. With the first strike her silence ended and she cried out. I didn't let up.
Blood and semen. It was a painful combination. I'd drawn blood on her before, but only in one or two places. I used the whip to cut her skin in thin lines that were more like fingernail scratches. She started fighting by bucking against the bench, but she still refused to speak. I eased back after another strike and grabbed the vibrator, working it in and out of her pussy and ass. I lay the whip down and reached around to the front of her, pressing the sticks on her nipples together. Her scream turned to a moan as she came. I had no intention of stopping. With her body lax, I unstrapped her and moved her over to the fucking machine. I didn't see Machala being as easy as Wade to break, but it didn't deter me.
Once I had her fastened in, I removed the vibrator and placed a large dildo on the machine. I added a little extra lube to this one. I made the adjustments, gave her a pat on the ass, and turned it on. The dildo passed the rosette of her ass and disappeared before slowly coming out.
"You have an hour. I'll be back then." I walked to the door.
"No, Luke. You can't leave. Don't do this." Her plea held more anger than anything.
"An hour." The lube wouldn't last that long and the result would be quite painful. I shut the door.
She didn't know that I remained in the room. Her head dropped. This would be a fucking long hour for both of us. I couldn't move and chance making a sound. If she was in her right mind, she would know I'd never leave her. But she was angry and hurting, both mentally and physically at this point.
The near silent heaving of her chest turned to open sobbing. I alternated between watching the clock and her. She wasn't in any real physical pain yet, though I knew my semen mixed with the scratches had to burn. The fucking machine itself would only be a slight discomfort until the lube dried. But I didn't think it would be enough for her to obtain an orgasm. During this hour, I wanted her thinking through her mental block while a cold sterile machine fucked her ass.
She eventually went to her forearms, though it was a bit of a stretch with the stomach support. Her crying never diminished and I knew the first task when her hour was up was getting her hydrated. The minute hand seemed to move like the hour hand. She remained blindfolded and had no idea how much time passed.
At exactly sixty minutes, I fiddled with the door and opened it. She inhaled deeply. I hated to walk away, but she needed water. I saw her head cock when I didn't move closer. I hurried to the kitchen for a bottle of cool water.
I brought it back and turned off the fucking machine. "Hands and knees again, girl." She slowly rose up. I uncapped the bottle and placed it at her lips. Tipping her head back, she took a tentative sip and then another.
When half the bottle was gone, I secured a belt around her waist. It had metal rings attached to the leather. She still wasn't talking. I stood her up knowing her knees were sore by now. We both needed to piss, or at least I did. I placed straps around her wrists, securing them to the waist strap. I didn't want her removing the blindfold and I didn't trust her not to run.
I gently steered her to the bathroom. I went first. She just stood there-defiant and angry. When I finished, I guided her to the toilet and tipped her back so she sat down. During our first month together, I made her piss in front of me. Seeing it did nothing for me. Her hating it did everything. This wasn't about that, though. I needed her to give one inch today. This humiliation was only the beginning. When she finished, I wiped her. She turned her head toward the wall. I pulled her up and guided her to the sink. I took out a cloth and washed her face. The blindfold was wet from her tears, but it wasn't coming off. I turned her and began washing my cum from her ass and legs. The puffy welts had fine lines of blood in them. Nothing bled freely, but she danced a little when I ran the cloth over the area. I applied a gel that had a slight sting to it. Once it cooled it would offer some relief. I also coated her asshole with the same gel. She inhaled suddenly as the sting set in.
I couldn't back off now. "Don't think it's over, girl. I have the beautiful front of you to work on." I moved her back from the sink and savagely pulled the sticks from her nipples. She doubled over, but I wrestled her up with my arm around her stomach and brought the sticks down hard across her breasts. She screamed. I pushed her forward over the sink and fucked her ass. I got some of the same burn she was experiencing but it didn't stop me. I wasn't surprised when she came. That was my girl-the more pain, the stronger her orgasm.
I washed myself thoroughly afterward. Again I hadn't used a condom, which was something I never did with anal. With Machala I no longer cared.
I led her back into the playroom and over to the cross. I attached her so she faced out into the room. It was time to add some color to the front of her.
"Do you have anything to say before I get started?"
"Fuck you." Still defiant. I almost wished she could see my smile.
"Are these sore?" I pinched her nipples hard and smiled wider when she inhaled sharply. "I would love to pierce them when they hurt like this." I pinched the other. "Not a good I idea, though."
This time she kept her mouth mulishly shut.
I grabbed my favorite flogger from the wall. The knotted ends of the leather added a little extra incentive. I would really like to use it on her pussy, but with the new piercing it wasn't happening. This part of our session was about endurance. I didn't plan to stop until she begged.
It took just under an hour. My arm was fuck all exhausted when she broke. "Please, please, please," she cried. I knew exactly what Machala could take and I absolutely knew she was at her limit.
"What do you want to say, girl?"
Stubborn as all hell she only whispered, "Please."
She couldn't support herself when I unfastened her, so I carried her to the bed. She did little more than groan as I secured her face up.
"Shh, I'm going to feed you. No more for now."
"I'm sorry, Luke. I'm so..."
I stopped her with my lips. This wasn't about being sorry, punishment, or my sadistic tendencies. This was about saving the woman I loved in the only way I knew how. I pulled back and placed a last kiss to her forehead. I left the room to make sandwiches. We hadn't had breakfast and I was starving. I grabbed more water and carried it back to the playroom.