Releasing Kate

by Cyna Kade

  “Answer me,” Michael whispered.

  “I…I want to try out the table, please.”

  Michael hugged her tightly. Then he swept her off her feet and carried her downstairs to a basement she hadn’t realized existed. Kate stifled a moan as she saw the room. Every torture device used in the statuary was full-size in this room. Even the soft lighting couldn’t lessen the harshness of the equipment. The basement contained a variety of brutal toys but her eyes fixated on the table placed prominently in the center of the room. She was frightened. She was aroused.

  Michael must have sensed her turmoil because he sat in a chair, still holding her. His hands and voice soothed her as he bluntly told her what he wanted to do to her. Then he paused and asked, “Is this of your free will?”

  With a flash of her old defiance, Kate yelled, “Stop! Stop offering me a way out! That only makes it harder for me! I agreed to this journey and I need to see it through all the way to the end. Don’t ask me again!”

  “Ah, progress. I will take you at your word and not ask again.” Michael smiled and led her over to the table. He made her kiss it before she climbed on top. She hadn’t realized that the table could be adjusted exactly to fit her body. He made her fit her breasts through the holes. Then he made an adjustment to tighten the holes. It was like having part of her breasts bound. It didn’t hurt but she knew the pressure was there and she knew he could create more if he chose.

  He slowly and methodically placed her body as he wanted it, adjusting the straps so they held but didn’t cut off circulation. But once again, Kate knew he could increase the pressure at any time.

  The padded lower end of the table pressed into her, but apparently not enough. It was a bladder device and he expanded it more so Kate’s internal organs felt compressed. Her pelvic bones did not rest on the table. Her lower body was supported entirely by the padded bladder pressing into her, the straps at her thighs pulling her tight against the device.

  “How can you fit anything inside me with that pushing in so tight?” she asked.

  He laughed and said it wouldn’t be a problem.

  He left her head for last. “I’ll do your head last. Once it is strapped, you’ll go somewhere else and I want you to know exactly how restrained you are before that happens.”

  Finally, he was satisfied. He came around to the head of the table. “Look at me,” he commanded. “Can you move anything other than your head?”

  Kate tried. She couldn’t.

  “Once the gag is in place and your head is bound, you won’t be able to stop me.” His words threatened and promised at the same time.

  For just a blinding instant, her mind screamed at her not to do this. Then arousal took over and her bodily needs overrode all sense of self-preservation. Her cunt, spread wide by her position, was dripping and she could not stop what she’d set in motion.

  “Do it. Please, just do it.”

  He put on the eyecups and then placed the O-ring in her mouth. He gently placed her in the face hole and strapped her head. He left the earplugs until last. Before he put them in, he bent near her ear and whispered, “I’m very proud of your bravery. Enjoy the ride, sweetheart.”

  Michael placed the clamps on her nipples and slapped her butt until it felt angry and hot. He inserted something large in her cunt then added something to her rectum. When they started vibrating, she couldn’t even squirm as her need built to a raging fire. All she could feel was blind need.

  He lowered the head of the table. Kate hadn’t realized the table inclined in either direction. After lowering her head, which raised her butt in the air, he left her alone to ponder her position. Kate had never felt so helpless and so isolated. He was right. Overwhelmed by sensation, she went someplace else, somewhere deep within. She didn’t know or care where he was or when he’d be back.

  The rest of her time was a blur of pleasure and pain. She only remembered bits and pieces and Michael never told her how long she lasted on the table.

  * * * * *

  Days later, Michael watched Kate sleep and thought about how far he had pushed her. Too far, too fast, too perilous, yet her heritage still hadn’t fully bloomed. So many years of social and cultural training made her distrust the pain. He wanted to bring her along slowly but he didn’t know how much longer he could wait to satisfy his desires. He walked around in a constant state of arousal. Arousal to the point of pain, and while he didn’t fear his own pain, it did make him a little wild and a lot dangerous. How much longer before Kate broke free?

  No matter how long it took, he had to be patient. He had to wait for her natural instincts to surface. If he didn’t, their joining would be as sterile as if she were simply human. He wouldn’t sabotage their mating that way. He’d broken many of her barriers. It wasn’t her fault she’d spent so many years in the wrong society. It wasn’t her fault her cultural prejudices ran so deep. He could do this and if he couldn’t then he’d have to take her to Sanctuary and some other man would. That was just unacceptable. Kate belonged to him. He just needed to figure out the right trigger. What would create a crack he could then widen? Maybe it was time to move deeper into her head.

  Kate woke when Michael entered the bedroom. He wrapped her hair around his hand and dragged her off the bed. He silently led her downstairs into the dungeon as she struggled to get free. He showed no remorse, no hesitation as he placed the collar around her throat and chained her to the wall. Then he raised an arm and put a leather band around her wrist. He bound her other wrist the same way. He pulled her arms high above her head until she stood on tiptoe, barely touching the ground. The weight on her arms was relentless as he spread her legs and fixed a spreader bar between them.

  Kate writhed, trying to move. She couldn’t. She felt the chain at her neck as he turned her to face the wall. He lightly spanked her ass. “You are turning a nice pink,” he commented.

  Kate felt her ass warming as he continued. “Do you like the idea of being beaten?” he asked.

  “No,” she replied breathlessly, knowing he had much more in store for her and knowing she was aroused by the fact that he would cause her pain.

  “Ah, still lying to yourself. We’ll have to do something about that and I know just what to do. I’m excited to be the only man to explore this virgin area,” he whispered in her ear as he pressed his length against her back.

  Then he moved suddenly and Kate heard a whoosh at the same time that she felt a sharp sting on her warmed ass.

  She screamed.

  He laughed, “Darling, that was a love tap. If you are already screaming, you’ll never make it through this.”

  “But it hurts!”

  “Of course it hurts. It is supposed to hurt. It will hurt even more before I’m through with you. You know that. You want to hurt,” he stated.

  “Not like this,” Kate moaned.

  “Any way I choose,” he replied. “But I really don’t want to hear you scream.” He inserted a gag in her mouth. “I do want to hear you moan though, especially as the pain turns to arousal.” He grabbed her cunt and felt her wetness. “See, you are already turned on and I’ve barely started,” he said as the cane whistled through the air again and again and again.

  He hit her ass. He hit her thighs. Her back was not ignored and neither was her anus. Halfway through, he stopped and inserted a butt plug, violently shoving it in, expanding her to the breaking point.

  “Don’t lose it,” he ordered, whispering in her ear as he pressed against her from behind again, increasing the throbbing pressure, “or I’ll punish you even more.”

  Kate struggled to comply, even as she wondered what could be more punishing.

  He stopped again and Kate thought they were done, but he merely attached nipple clamps with weights so she could feel her arousal even more as shooting pains raced from bobbing nipples to empty vagina. And the whipping continued.

  By the time he was done, Kate sagged in the restraints, unable to stand. Pain and longing washed through her like a c
leansing wind. From her stretched shoulders, bearing the weight of her body, to her abused nipples, to her throbbing back and thighs, she ached and wanted him in ways she never thought possible.

  He removed the gag and asked, “What do you want now?”

  “You.” Kate sighed. Her cunt was begging for fulfillment, but after the whipping, he left again.

  Kate felt the pain change. The welts turned to throbbing aches. Still she wanted more. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand the weights on her breasts any longer, he came back and yanked them off. Kate moaned.

  Michael pushed her back against the brick wall. The rough stone caused the pain to change again. Michael grasped her face in his hands. “Break free, Kate! Open your mind!”

  “I’ve surrendered! What more do you want?” Kate screamed and opened her eyes…to find herself in bed with Michael’s arms wrapped tightly around her. His golden eyes stared deeply into hers. Suddenly she gasped as she felt Michael’s hand slap her butt. Yet his hands remained still.

  “What…how…?” Kate tried to form a coherent question, still feeling the whip and butt plug.

  “That’s a small taste of your heritage,” he whispered.

  “I don’t understand. It wasn’t real?”

  “It felt real, didn’t it? That’s only a piece of what’s inside you.” Michael kissed her forehead and placed a finger on her lips as Kate started to ask another question. “Sleep now. We’ll talk later.”

  * * * * *

  A period of peace descended. Michael knew he’d pushed Kate to her current limits. She needed time to adjust to her new position. They talked about bondage and domination and submission. They talked about why her pain and pleasure receptors crossed and melded. He had no problem explaining what he was doing. He knew that even if Kate was aware of his tactics she’d be unable to resist.

  They were sitting at the kitchen table, finishing breakfast one day when Michael said, “You’ll never enjoy plain vanilla sex again. It simply won’t please or satisfy you. You belong to me. You need to set your mind free so we can fully mate.”

  “You keep saying that. What does it mean?”

  “I’m not sure you’re ready to accept…everything yet.”

  “Do you really think I’ll ever accept if I don’t know what I’m getting into?” Kate asked with a spark of her original defiance.

  Michael’s lips curved into a half smile as he answered, “You crave and take the pain to create a channel between us and the rest of the clan. You won’t understand until we complete the process. It’s like trying to explain sex to a virgin. No words can describe the act. Know that the pain has a purpose. I’m not hurting you to simply hurt you. There is a reason and a need.”

  “Why can’t we just have sex? What’s the holdup?”

  “You are the holdup, honey. I can send you visions as I’ve already demonstrated but you aren’t sending me anything. When the channel is complete, I’ll feel everything you feel. Then we’ll know we are close to bonding.”

  “I have no idea of how to send you anything and what difference does it make?”

  “The difference is your sanity. Mating is a violent and powerful process. You need to be ready and you aren’t. To send to me, you need to break through all the years of conditioning and social constraints that you’ve accepted because you were raised in the wrong society.”

  Kate shook her head, still confused.

  “Let’s do something you understand,” Michael said, holding out his hand to her.

  Kate took it and let him pull her to her feet. He led her upstairs. Pausing briefly, he opened a closet and pulled out some sheets before continuing to the bedroom.

  Michael made Kate stand at the edge of the bed. He spread her legs and roughly inserted a butt plug in her anus. She felt the pressure and didn’t care as she struggled to control her breathing. He looked up at her and smiled. Then he inserted an egg vibrator into her wet vagina, turning it to its highest speed. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” His words caressed her as she fought panic. He gently spread her labia then roughly attached clamps to her clit and labia.

  Kate shuddered.

  He moved her legs together then he started wrapping her tightly from the hips down. “You won’t have to worry about losing the butt plug,” he stated as he continued wrapping. “The wrappings will hold it in. The wrappings will hold in all the sensations, as well as your arousal.” He smiled up at her again as he finished with her feet.

  Kate felt tight, like she would explode as the sensation of total helplessness washed through her. But he wasn’t finished.

  He placed vicious clamps on her nipples. Not only did the clamps pinch, they pulled. They were weighted with heavy lead balls that swung with every breath she took. “I can’t take any more,” she moaned.

  “Yes you can and you will, you really don’t have a choice,” he said. “We are committed to this.” He paused. “Aren’t we?” he questioned softly.

  Kate sobbed as she nodded.

  “Then we continue,” he said as he placed a pillow-like device on her abdomen. Then he pushed it in and she gasped as he wrapped it tightly to her. It pushed her abdomen in so she could feel every pulse of the vibrator throughout the entire area. It no longer just vibrated in her vagina. It now vibrated the butt-plug. It vibrated the clamp at her clitoris. It vibrated the clamps on her labia. She vibrated in every part of her lower body.

  “I hope you like my additions,” he whispered as he continued to wrap body. Her shoulders and breasts were still free when he stopped.

  “Beg me to hurt you,” he commanded.

  Kate struggled to look at him. She was afraid. His latest actions were ruthless and hard with no trace of the smile he usually wore.

  Chapter Thirteen

  He saw the pleading in her eyes and he hardened his heart. How much more could she take? She had to break free.

  He worked the bindings over her breasts and nipple clamps in such a way that the weights still swung free. He reached her throat but didn’t stop. The bindings were snug.

  Kate could breathe, but she could never forget she was bound. He put cotton in her ears, dulling sound, but not silencing it. He left a little hole for her nose and mouth. He covered her eyes so all she could see was blackness. Then he picked her up and carried her to the bathtub.

  “The bindings will absorb water,” he told her as he made sure every part of her was wet. “They’ll shrink as they dry, binding you tighter than I ever could. You might find it difficult to take a deep breath. You might feel faint. You will definitely feel constrained. You know this is what you want. You know this is good,” he said as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He placed a heavy chain around her waist, adding to the pressure in her abdomen. “Don’t want you to roll off,” he said as she sensed him stand back and inspect his handiwork.

  “Find yourself, Kate. Find the crack in your mind that will release you.”

  Kate groaned, unable to move her mouth enough to reply any other way.

  He tweaked a weight and Kate groaned again. She tried to squirm but her attempts were useless. She couldn’t move.

  He continued playing with the weights. Her nipples were now on fire from his attentions. He slowed the vibrator. Kate tried to yell but he ignored her attempts. Then he was gone. She felt his absence and started to panic. He can’t leave me like this, she thought before she stopped thinking altogether.

  She felt her isolation. She felt herself and only that. Nothing else existed in the world. The bindings tightened but she could still breathe.

  Kate felt the low-level vibration, the pinch of the clamps and the pressure in her rectum. She felt everything and nothing outside her body existed any longer. It took a long time for the bindings to dry, agonizing millimeter by agonizing millimeter. Every time she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore it didn’t stop and she had no choice but to accept.

  She endured. She longed for an orgasm. She couldn’t come though. He’d made sure her arousal wouldn’
t go away but wouldn’t be satisfied either. Kate started moaning and couldn’t stop. She needed him. She needed the release only he could give her. Yet still he didn’t return. He always pushed her past what she thought she could handle.

  Michael stood in his living room, fingering the jade cock. He couldn’t believe Kate’s strength. Did he dare push harder? For the first time, he doubted his ability to break her reserve. He’d thought the whipping vision would create a crack and it had, but not enough of one. Even the mummy wrappings hadn’t forced it wider. He’d been certain that, if she were needy enough, she’d use her mind to form the link and to call out to him. She hadn’t. He couldn’t seem to force the link to work. For the first time in his life, he hesitated. He’d caused her enough pain to free her. Any more would cross the line, even for him.

  His phone rang and he debated whether or not to answer it before sighing and picking up the receiver.

  “What’s the problem, Michael?”

  “She’s still resisting.”

  “Then up the pain.”

  “Dad, I’ve already taken her beyond anything I’ve ever done to any other woman—any other clan woman—and you know that’s a lot. Kate’s mind isn’t ready for more.”

  “But it’s her mind you have to turn off. You know that. If you can’t do it, bring her to Sanctuary.”

  “No. She’s mine. I’ll teach her.”

  “Michael, you’re demanding too much of yourself. Let us help.”

  “Kate belongs to me. No one else touches her. I’ll finish this myself.”

  “Michael, even clan women have their limits. We can feel her.”

  “How can you feel her when I can’t?”

  “Don’t panic. It’s not a real link, Michael. Just a low-level intensity and it might be coming from you, not her. Some of the women are afraid that she’s near breaking. You want to bend her to your will, not break her mind entirely.”