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Born To Give Pain	By : Lyssiej Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 4184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters and the way in which I portray them have nothing to do with the actual people who play those characters.
WARNING: This chapter contains graphic descriptions. If blood squicks you out, I would advise against reading this chapter.
Ch.4

Maria felt the limo crawl to a halt. Kane wrapped his hand around her wrist and guided her out of the car. She could hear their footsteps and knew they were walking on concrete. Up a few stairs, and a door opened. She was indoors now, and she was utterly terrified. Kane had wrapped one large hand around both her wrists which were now in front of her. He suddenly picked her up, and she gasped. He carried her down more stairs. Being that close to him made her heart rate speed up even more. At the bottom of the stairs, he stopped.

“I'm going to put you down,” he told her.
Maria nodded since her voice seemed not to work. He carefully lowered her feet to the floor and held her while she got her bearings as best she could with the blindfold still in place. Still holding her wrists, he pulled her further into this new place. He lifted her hands and she felt metal, like handcuffs but wider. These shackles were placed almost lovingly about her wrists, stretching her arms above her head. Then, he left. She wasn't sure how she knew that he wasn't standing just beyond touching her, watching her, but she knew that he was not. He had left the room. Oddly, this made her even more frightened. Surely, he wouldn't just leave her here, tied up in the darkness? After a few minutes of biting her lip to keep herself from crying, she felt and heard him return. She looked up, in the direction of the sound. Everything was so quiet here, wherever they were.

“I will remove the blindfold now,” he stated, moving closer to her. His body pressed against her back as his fingers worked the knot loose. It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust. The room was dark and large. The walls were a dark wood, and the floor was concrete. The chains holding her shackles were run up through the exposed wooden rafters above her and secured on each wall. She could see a large wooden table with a large wooden case, nearly large enough to be called a trunk, atop it and a chair next to the fireplace. A pile of cushions lay in the corner, and a grated drain was positioned in the middle of the floor. Other than that, the room was bare. Kane had stepped around in front of her, slightly to the side so he wouldn't block her view. He was watching her look around, waiting, she knew, for her to react to the setting. She looked at him next. He had changed clothes. He now wore a pair of black PVC pants, a belt, and boots, no shirt, nothing else. He saw her eyes dilate as she looked at him and stepped toward her again, smiling malevolently.

“Not quite home, but the best I could do on short notice. Adequate, I think, to the task at hand.”

Maria shivered at his words and looked down, breaking eye contact. He tangled his left hand in her hair, cruelly pulling her face up to him again. The white Rosa caninas scattered as her bun was destroyed. Her hair was so tightly wrapped in his fist that it made her eyes water. In juxtaposition, his kiss on her lips was soft and tender. She kissed him back just as softly, enjoying the clashing sensations. Kane seemed surprised that she had returned the kiss. Perhaps he expected her view of the room to dampen her responses? she mused. Suddenly, the kiss turned violent and she couldn't think any longer. His lips were bruising hers, and then he bit her bottom lip. When she gasped, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her knees went weak and she collapsed, held up by the chains and his hand still tangled in her hair. Her arms and shoulders hurt, her neck was strained. She hoped he'd never stop.

He wrapped both his arms around her and gathered her to him as he stopped kissing her. Her knees were able to support her again, thankfully. He ripped the points where her sleeves connected apart pulling down the top of her dress and exposing her black satin demi-cup bra.

“So perfect, such an expanse of unbroken skin,” he murmured, stepping back to view her. He trailed one finger lightly over her waist as he stepped behind her. A finger from his other hand traced her spine and she shivered. When his hands met at her lower back they suddenly separated again to grab her hips and pull her close as he leaned down and bit the back of her neck. She cried out and he laughed again.

“Don't worry. There's plenty of time for that, and no one to disturb. Scream to your heart's content, Maria,” he said softly. He walked over to the table and opened the case on the table, perusing its contents in an unhurried manner. The angle made it impossible for Maria to see what was inside it. His hands lovingly removed a twelve-inch black leather flogger with a wooden handle and attached it to his belt. The well-used and well-oiled leather glistened. It was joined by an eighteen inch split leather crop and a long flicker whip. In his hand was a small, sharp-looking knife as he re-crossed the room to her. Her eyes were wide with fear at the sight of the knife. She shook uncontrollably as he stepped behind her. She felt him pull back her left bra strap and heard a quick swick sound as the knife cut it, then the same on her right side. Her bra sagged, only held up by the band now. He came around in front of her. He placed the flat of the blade and her throat and dragged the cold steel down between her collarbones, down her sternum, down between her breasts. Another swick and the front of her bra was cut in two, baring her breasts. Kane couldn't seem to take his eyes off the picture her breasts made with the knife still resting between them. He dragged it over her left nipple and watched it harden further. Maria did not know whether what she was feeling now was more desire or fear.

The knife trailed lower to the bottom of her ribcage where the fabric of her dress was pooled. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her very still while he slit the side of her dress from the bottom of what had been the sleeve to the bottom hem. When he pulled back, the material fell to the floor to join her mangled bra. She stood before him clad only in her black satin underwear and heels. She heard his breathing quicken and savored the fact that she did, indeed, affect him, too. He dropped to kneel before her and slid his hands up from her ankles to the insides of her knees, pulling them apart as he leaned forward and began kissing up the inside of her thigh. When his cheek was brushing her underwear, he bit her again, hard enough to make her scream. Just as the pain was beginning to subside, Kane began licking at her clitoris through her underwear. Her skin was suffused with a blush as her passion heightened.

Without speaking he leaned back and looked up at her. Maria couldn't read his expression as he watched her. He stood and walked behind her again. She heard a sharp snap as he detached one of the implements from his belt. He dragged it over her skin. It was the leather flogger. She could feel the individual strips of leather caressing her skin. Then, he pulled it back and gave her her first taste of what the lash could do. The pain was brief, though intense and left a burning sensation across her back. She let out a hissing breath at the pain and her body jerked forward. Kane laughed unpleasantly.

“Nice, isn't it?” he asked. Maria didn't respond.

“I'll have you really screaming before I'm done. I'll have you screaming so much you wont now whether it is for me to stop or to continue. I promise you that,” Kane quietly stated.

He then began in earnest and she could feel the welts rising from the impact of the leather on her back. Maria lost count of how many lashes she received. She was fairly certain she was bleeding now. At some point he'd switched to the flicker whip. She knew because the pain had changed. It stung so badly that it had wrenched from her a new fit of tears and screams. It seemed he had known her first bout had finished and she'd somewhat resigned herself to the pain. So, he'd changed the pain. It was as though he'd begun all over again. Finally, her body was exhausted and her mind was overcome. Her legs would no longer support her and she hung by her wrists in the shackles, barely conscious. It stopped.

“Now, now, not yet. You don't get off that easily, my dear,” he said. She barely registered the term of endearment. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled the bolt out of the shackles, freeing her wrists. Her arm and shoulder muscles were screaming in pain. His arm was all that was supporting her, but it was pressing across her bloody back, causing yet more pain. He roughly shoved her over the table, face down. Her feet, though touching the floor, did not support her. Her legs hung useless. He pressed himself to her, leaning over her to lick blood from her back. She could feel his erection pressing, separated by her underwear and his pants. He grinded into her, reaching around to manually stimulate her through her underwear as his tongue caressed the lash marks.

“You taste wonderful, Maria,” he said nuzzling her back and setting off a fresh wave of pain. He walked around to the side of the table and lifted her head up by her hair. Turning her face toward him, she could see that his chest, arms, and face were smeared with her blood.

“Here, have a taste for yourself.” He kissed her, forcing his tongue, coated in her blood, into her mouth. The metallic taste nearly made her gag, but she kissed him back anyway. He jumped back and dropped her head with a thump onto the table. Clearly, she had done something unexpected. He violently ripped away her ruined satin panties, bloodied and torn from the whip and pulled his third implement from his belt, the split leather crop. He smacked her ass with it over and over again, lower than the whip marks reached. Her ass turned bright red from the assault. Kane steped between her legs, pushing them apart as he continued punishing her. When he finally stopped he was panting from the exertion and she was crying for the third time. Maria heard his pants unsnap and the zipper pulled down. She felt humiliated that he was about to find out how much she was enjoying herself. The pain and especially the smack of the crop on her ass had made her so very wet. She was ashamed that she could take pleasure in such perversity, and more so that he would know for certain that she was aberrant. Kane thrust his penis into her hard, putting his hands on her hips and lifting her, pulling her back against him. As he fucked her from behind, he leaned forward to lick the blood pooling in her welts again. She could hear his malicious laughter once more.

“I thought you'd like it, Maria, but I had no idea that you would like it this much. You're so very wet and ready for me. You're just as sick as I am, I think.” Much to her horror, his words sent her over the edge. Her orgasm was strong and she called out his name, screaming at the top of her lungs. He was still fucking her as her consciousness slipped away.
Author's Note:
Given2Fly - I'm glad you like it! Thank you for reviewing again. It means a lot to me. :)
Kelli - I can't imagine anyone being such an airhead as they make her out to be. Glad you're enjoying it, too. :)

Also, I made it perfectly clear what the pairing was in the synopsis. If you don't like the pairing, don't read the fic. Simple, eh? I realize that I am not a particularly gifted fiction writer. I don't claim to be. Every once in a while I get this itch that wont go away until I write fiction. Once I get it out of my system, I can go back to my nice, safe, publishable scientific writing with a renewed appreciation for it. ;)
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