Safeword Quinacridone (19 page)

Travis had cleared two bays of the heated garage — the one he kept his most expensive babies in — and lined part of it with what looked like gymnastic mats. Floor to ceiling mirrors hung on a twenty-foot section of one wall, complete with ballet barre.

She felt a little self-conscious in the workout bra and lycra shorts Travis handed her, but her libido had kicked in a few times as Jonathan discussed training people in much the same way equestrians spoke about expensive racehorses. She didn’t think he realized he was doing it, but the attitude was certainly there.

Travis had also inserted a metal rod attached to a wire in
to
her pussy — about as big around as a quarter and three inches in length, with rounded ends. He’d taped the wire to her thigh and then above and below her calf before having her put the bike shorts on.

A camera in the garage would beam the action to a monitor in the house, allowing Travis to see and hear them. It was a fancy unit and he could move it around and zoom in or out remotely, so he’d be sure it was focused where he wanted.

Jonathan showed her two ways to swing a kettlebell, and patiently worked with her until she could perform both to his satisfaction, finally saying, “Okay, you’re going to do one minute of the first, then a minute of the second, and repeat until I say you can stop. My cell phone will make a sound every minute to let you know it’s time to change. Your arms, shoulder blades, stomach, bottom, and the fronts and backs of your thighs are all going to be on fire when I finally allow you to stop. Hot muscles stretch without tearing
,
and I’ll be focused on how warm they are, not your comfort. Use the pain to push yourself, if you can. It’ll make it easier, but if you can’t you’ll still need to continue until told to stop. Okay, move over here and we’ll get you hooked up.

She wasn’t sure what he was talking about until he pointed to a wire running across the garage, taped every few inches
,
with a few feet of it loose at the end. He connected it to the one taped to her leg, and walked to the wall, where the wire ran up to a box sitting on a table.

“We’ll think in terms of percentages; I’m about to give you one second at ten percent power. Should you slow down you’ll get two seconds at twenty five percent the first few times, and if I feel it isn’t incentive enough I’ll go up with the power until I have your attention. Here’s your ten percent sample.”

Cara gasped as she felt a million ants biting the inner wall of her pussy and the muscles convulse sharply. It was over almost as soon as it started, and hadn’t been awful, but she’d just as soon not feel it again.

She didn’t have a chance to say anything before he said, “Begin when you hear the chime.” No sooner than he said it, she heard the sound and began swinging the kettlebell.

Within four or five rotations her muscles were burning and she wasn’t sure she could keep going. Jonathan didn’t sound mean when he warned her to raise her arms higher and bend her knees deeper, more like a kindly father warning his child to pick up her jacket so she wouldn’t lose it.

She’d long since lost track of the number of minutes when she received her first shock. It wasn’t much worse than the sample, but it was twice as long, and she pushed more energy into the swings, bringing her arms higher and bending her knees more, even though she thought her thigh muscles might melt from the burn.

She received three shocks before he finally allowed her to stop. He unhooked the wire and they moved to the padded floor, where she immediately collapsed in a heap.

“We have to keep moving dear,” he said as he went to his knees and rolled her to her stomach, “or your muscles will get cold and we’ll have to start over.”

He quickly tied her arms behind her, from her forearms to her wrists, but her hands were far from touching and there was no pain.

At least, not until he had her lie on her back, though it still proved more uncomfortable than painful.

He had her point her feet towards the ceiling and then slowly drop them sideways as if she were doing the splits, except her legs were nowhere near the floor. He sat below her and cupped his hand over her mound and the thin lycra transmitted every fingertip as if there were nothing between them. He pressed, and her clit came alive.

“Don’t stretch your muscles past the point of discomfort. Pain is fine when we’re heating them up but bad when stretching. Let gravity pull them down, but keep your knees straight and toes pointed.”

He made small circles with his palm over her clit, but while it felt good, it wasn’t enough to overpower the stretch of her inner thighs and the burn to her abdomen.

“I need... I can’t hold this any longer.”

“I’ll count backwards
from ten
, you can straighten them when I reach zero. Push into the floor with your hands; it’ll take some of the strain off of your abs and help work your shoulders.”

She managed to hold the position until he reached zero, but he immediately had her standing, legs spread with one bent and twisted so one thigh and her abs burn
ed
and stretch
ed
at the same time. Her breasts were pushed out and he fondled them through the sports bra as she held the position, but once again it wasn’t enough to overpower the burn. She almost fell several times but he caught her and talked her through finding her balance. When she insisted she couldn’t hold it any longer he counted backwards again, but on three she stood, saying
yellow
before
collapsing in a ball on the floor.

Travis came through the door within seconds, dropping to the floor to hold and rub her. Jonathan released her arms and said, “Plan B?” but she didn’t hear a response.

She remained lying on her side, curled in a tight ball, and said, “I hate this. It hurts, and it’s a bad hurt, and I don’t really
want
to be turned on by Jonathan, and I
hate
this.”

Travis sounded sad. “Okay Cara, we won’t do it like this again, but are you up to trying something different?”

“As long as my legs and stomach don’t hurt like this.”

“Jonathan’s going to leave us alone for a little while. Watching you made me horny and I want to fuck you. I assume you don’t have a problem with that, too?”

Her first instinct was to bite his head off, but her traitorous body perked up at the idea of being used, and her hips moved involuntarily, giving her away.

Travis lifted her head and fastened a blindfold. Cold metal pushed under the bra and it was cut away. The bike shorts were cut away next, the thing in her pussy came out, and the tape holding the wire was
removed
from her leg.

He didn’t bother moving her
,
just situated himself to take advantage of her position, and slammed into her with no warning or further preparation. He took her hard and fast, and pulled her body back in place with rough hands when his repeated pounding shoved her away.

She pulled her top leg a little higher to allow better access, and she straightened her back as her climax drew near, but just as she was near the top and ready to shatter, he pulled out and pushed her top hip towards the floor, forcing her onto her back and saying, “Hands behind your back. Lay there and take what I give you. Spread those legs so I can see your pussy.”

Without thinking, her hands pushed under the small of her back, her knees fell open, and she felt something hit her chest. He was ejaculating on her.

She pressed her feet into the floor and pushed her hips up, not caring how much her thighs and stomach still burned, and ignored their trembling protest at being used again as she silently begged him to touch her pussy. She was hovering on the edge and needed to come
so
bad.

She heard him zipping up before he said, “Jonathan’s going to put some boots on you while I prep your ass for a plug you won’t easily ignore.”

The next few minutes were a blur as she felt boots being laced tightly from the top of her foot to just under her knee
as
Travis worked fingers into her ass and soon traded them for a huge plug.

T
he plug wasn’t all the way in yet
when
Jonathan moved to her other foot
, and j
ust as she was about to protest, thinking it too big, the large plug finally sank in.
Though
the stretched muscles of her rectum closed a tiny bit, Travis had been right about her not managing to ignore it.

She’d assumed her foot was at an odd angle due to the process of lacing the
boots
, but when Jonathan moved to the second leg, her fully shod foot was still pointed at an unnatural angle and there was no way she’d be able to walk.

When the second boot was on, Jonathan lifted her like a baby but only grabbed one leg and her stomach muscles complained loudly at the strain of lifting the other.

Hands quickly fit a wide belt around her waist, and a thick strap was threaded between her legs and attached to the front and back of her waist belt
,
pressing the base of the plug into her and dashing any hope of pushing it out.

Jonathan gently stood her
on pointed toes,
placed
one
of her hands
on the ballet barre
,
and wrapped
her other arm
around Travis, allowing her to use him for support.

The strap encircling her crotch began vibrating over her clit and Travis said, “You’re going to practice walking for ten minutes. If I don’t think you’re trying, the vibrator turns off and nipple clips go on. We’ll spend thirty minutes on other pursuits when we’re done here; if I’m pleased with your effort I’ll give you mind-blowing orgasms when we’re done. If I’m not, you’ll have to get yourself off, if you can manage.”

Travis walked her back and forth while Jonathan’s voice told her what to do —
straighten your knees but don’t lock them, don’t bend over, don’t tuck your bottom under, head up, chin forward, the heels goes down before the toe.

After what seemed an hour but had probably been less than the promised ten minutes, Travis stopped as they were turning at the end of the barre, with her back to it.

“I’m going to step away. The floor’s clear in front of you; take two steps and you’ll be in my arms.”

She was terrified she’d fall, but heard Jonathan close and assumed he was there to catch her, just in case.

As promised, Travis was there to support her when she’d taken the two steps, but he turned them to the side and said, “Okay, three steps and Jonathan will get you.”

They only moved apart until she had to take four steps between them, but it was terrifying, and her feet hurt so bad she was at the point of tears. However, between the huge plug in her ass and the vibrations over her clit, she would’ve done almost anything for an orgasm.

When Travis finally walked her to the padded mat and allowed her to sit, she thought they’d take the torturous boots off, but she was instructed to spread her legs, straighten her back, and lean forward.

Her weight rolled over her bare pussy, pushing it onto the wide strap at her crotch and making the vibrations more intense, but still not enough to carry her over the edge. She followed Jonathan’s instructions and leaned right, center, left, center
...
straightening her spine when reminded, pointing her knees to the ceiling and not forward, and futilely tried to ignore the smarting in her stretched legs and hips. If every movement hadn’t changed the vibrations at her clit and pussy, she likely couldn’t have handled it.

“Okay, lay on your stomach, arms over your head, legs together.”

She mercifully pulled her legs together and rolled over, arching her back and raising her bottom suggestively once in position, as the plug in her ass made her crave the feel of a pistoning cock.

Jonathan directed her hands near her waist and had her push up until her head blindly faced the ceiling, and then instructed her to, “Bend your knees and try to touch your toes to your head. They aren’t going to touch today, but get them as close as you can.”

She again followed instructions, able to deal with the burn and stretch only because she was so damned horny, but when they allowed her to let herself down, only to give the order to reach back and grab her ankles, it was too much. Her shoulders hurt, her stomach hurt, her thighs were still on fire and may as well be jello, and she couldn’t ignore the pain any more.

Tears filled her eyes under the blindfold and her voice broke as she said, “Quinacridone, dammit. Red,
Quinacridone
!”

She rolled to her side and ripped the blindfold off
so she could look
down to see how the thing on her waist was connected, but it was solid across the front. Reaching around back, she felt a buckle but her hand was gently moved away and deft fingers quickly unfastened it.

Arching her spine, she reached back and angrily ignored her screaming shoulders as she pushed from inside and pulled the plug loose with her fingers. Travis was trying to help but she shoved him away as she chucked the plug across the room and tried to stand. She wanted to run from the room and lock herself away from the men, but realized too late the dreadful boots were still on her feet.