“IDONTKNOWIDONTKNOWIDONTKNOW.”
“Guess.”
“Uhhhh.” She was stalling for time, so I gave her another lash across her shoulders. “SHE WANTED KIDS.”
“What was that?”
“She wanted kids and you didn’t. That’s why she left-why she isn’t here.”
I sat down audibly in the chair behind her. “That’s a really good answer, Rachel. Why do you say that?”
“It-it was just a guess.” I admired my handiwork as her crying subsided. She had two bright red welts crossing her ass cheeks, another across her thighs, and one, not nearly as bright or as swollen, across her upper back. “Does this mean you’ll let me go?”
“I’ll release you from there.” I stood from my chair and, drawing my arm back, brought the cane down as hard as I could against her ass. She screamed, jerking against her restraints. Her shoulders would be getting very sore by now, especially with the way she was struggling, but the cane was the immediate threat and she was doing everything she could to avoid it. “But only once you give me the correct answer.” Rachel was still crying heavily, but once her screaming stopped, I continued. “I’ll give you one lash for every wrong answer. Two any time I think you’re stalling. Better start thinking, Rachel. Why’d she leave?”
“Your work schedules weren’t compatible?” SLAP. “Money problems?” SLAP. A pause. SLAP. SLAP. “She cheated on you?” SLAP. “OH MY GOD, PLEASE STOP!” SLAP. SLAP. “BECAUSE YOU’RE AN ABUSIVE SON OF A BITCH AND SHE COULDN’T TAKE ANY MORE!” Another pause, this time on my end.
“I – SLAP – WAS – SLAP – A – SLAP – GOOD – SLAP – HUSBAND.” I continued striking her with the cane, across her back, her ass, her thighs, I was swinging almost blindly. A small voice in the back of my head said that I shouldn’t be doing this while I was angry, but that voice was overwhelmed by the shrieks of rage sounding through the rest of my brain.
“MERCY. PLEASE HAVE MERCY. MERCCCCCCYYYYYYY.”
That was finally enough to stop my furious thrashing. Rachel was bawling now, but what surprised me were the tears I felt welling in my own eyes. I dropped the cane against the ground. “You want mercy?” I stroked the welts across her ass, grabbed a cheek and shook it, eliciting more pained cries from her. “You come into my house, shove a picture of my late wife in my face, and then ask for mercy.” The anger was bubbling back up and I raked my fingernails down her back, scraping over several swollen lines and developing bruises.
“PLEASE. I DIDN’T KNOW. I DIDN’T. I WOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT IF I HAD, YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME.”
With my fingers, I traced several of the welts on her firm, round ass. She winced but made no move to get away from my trailing fingers. I let them slide between the cleft of her ass cheeks, feeling her clench as they brushed against her puckered opening. Slowly, I stroked her thigh up and down before reaching between her legs. Rachel shook as if she had been shocked and I sat down bodily in my chair, quite sure of what I had felt. Rachel was wet, dripping down her leg.
“I want you to tell me something Rachel.”
“What? Just tell me what it is you want to hear, I’ll say it.”
“That’s not how it works. I want you to be honest. Does this turn you on? Did you enjoy today, even a little?”
“YOU SICK FUCK, no, I didn’t enjoy this. You think I’d like being tied up and raped and beaten by some creepy guy as old as my dad?”
I remained seated. I brought my hand to my face, breathing in her scent from my fingers. No, I wasn’t wrong. Rachel’s mind may not have enjoyed today’s session so far, but some part of her body had. Not as strong as a response as Amber when she had been in Rachel’s position; she had literally gushed as I plied her body with pain. Standing, I began releasing the bindings from her ankles, leaving the cuffs in place but unhooking them from the cross. I whispered in her ear as I reached to unfasten her wrists, “I’m going to release you, but I don’t believe you. You still have one more task before we’re through today.”
Pulling her down from the cross, I gave her no time to shake the discomfort from her shoulders as I quickly cuffed her arms behind her back. I slid a leather harness over her legs and tightened it around her waist and thigs before shoving her to her knees and linking the two ankle cuffs together. Rachel tested out her new mobility, such as it was, by trying to awkwardly waddle away from me on her knees. Her frantic struggle to get away from me ended abruptly as she noticed me standing in front of my wall of toys. I could tell, even without looking, that I had her full attention as I passed my hand over the various tools of torture hanging from my wall. I rested my hand over some of them, letting her watch and worry, but I had already decided on our next game. I selected only three objects: a pair of alligator clips, a rather bulbous vibrator, and its accompanying remote.
Placing the clips and the remote in my pocket, I tried to secure the vibrator against her clit using the thigh harness. Not surprisingly, she struggled against that, trying to shuffle away from me while keeping her legs closed tight. A vicious slap to the side of her face brought her resistance to a halt as she spread her legs and allowed me to adjust the straps around her waist and thighs, ensuring the vibrator remained in place. My hands were slick from her juices by the time I had finished, and I shoved two fingers in her mouth to let her taste herself on me. She bit down on them. Hard enough to hurt, but not enough to break the skin. “Still haven’t learned, have you, Rachel?”
Pulling the alligator clips from my pocket, I also turned a dial on the remote, activating her vibrator at a low setting. I knelt to suck one of her nipples into my mouth, rolling the other into a hard, little bud. Without warning, I placed the alligator clip firmly against one nipple and, after one last flick of my tongue, clipped her other nipple as well. She cried out as the sharp metal teeth bit into her sensitive flesh. Retrieving a small, gnarled stem, I stood a few feet in front of her, her eyes locked on mine. “Do you like ginger, Rachel?” She merely glared at me as I whittled down the root on one end to a roughly one-inch diameter plug. She tried to turn on her knees as I walked behind her, but she wasn’t fast enough. I shoved her to the floor and, without her hands to break her fall, she landed painfully directly on her breasts and face. I thumbed a button on the remote, delivering a small but powerful shock to her most sensitive area and, while she was focused on the pain emanating from her pussy, I inserted the ginger root into her puckered rosebud. I pulled her to back to her knees before sitting down in the chair in front of her, cranking up the intensity of the vibration.
“I would’ve liked to have done this without the ginger, Rachel.” At this point, she would be slightly uncomfortable with the intrusion into what I was sure was her virgin asshole, but the burning would be mild enough she might not have taken notice yet. “Instead, we have to do this the hard way.” Over time, the pain in her nipples, the burning in her ass, and the ministration from the vibrator ought to be enough to overwhelm her, for now, the look on her face was clear which sensation was most dominant in her mind.