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Remote possibilities ( Wolvenrogue and Alexandria 94)

" Alright then,' he said. "Lets start over." he carefully untaped her mouth taking care not to pull her hair and then he lifted her into his arms again, and ever so carefully set he in his lap. The heat radiating from her ass was nothing short of amazing.
 
She bit on the bottom of her quivering lip, and winced at the pain in her bottom, even though he was being ever so careful not to hurt it further. "What's going to happen to me?"
 
He was shocked that she was finally becoming at least a bit compliant, and it left him stunned a moment. he hadn't thought he would ever subdue her, but now the power of it began to go to his head. "You are going to make up your sins to every boy in the class, he said, every single one!" He would show her what it cost to tease like she had!
 
Walker didn't flinch. He simply drew back his hand and brought the back of it down hard on her mouth knocking her out of his lap and onto the floor. You still have much to learn. so we will repeat the lessons one at a time." He picked her up and dragged her by the hair back to the porch and tied her to the post, then picked up the raspberry cane and flailed away at her back til blood ran in streaks to the floor.
 
As if the hit from his hand didn't hurt badly enough, once she was to the post again she could feel each agonizing strike on her by the raspberry cane. She whimpered and began to turn to white as her hands hold on to the post tightly, her knuckles turning white.
She tries to take deep breaths to calm herself and get through this, but when the tears start to roll down her face, she feels defeated but she won't let him see so she makes sure her head is away from him. Her eyes feeling droopy from the blood loss.
 
Seeing her body sag and hand from the leather strap that secures her to the post, he draws a bucket of ice cold water from the well and pours it over her to revive her and wash away the blood that is now staining his porch, and then stands back to assess his handy work. he back is now covered with angry scratches and re welts. The sight makes him angry. In her lack of submission she ha made him spoil the beauty of his prize . As he looks at what he has done his jaw tenses and anger again boils hot. "You bitch! look what you made me do!"

Something snaps within him and he becomes the very monster he so hates! pulling the leather belt from his pants he folds it double and turning her to face him brings it down over and over on the tops of her thighs until they are purple welts. Looking at her, he sees his mother once young and beautiful, now worn and scarred tied to his porch and under his fathers lash. He cuts her down and collapses on the porch with her bleeding body. "Mommy! Oh Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!!!" tears pour from his face and mix with her blood. He rocks back and forth holding her in his arms. "Why!" he cries.
 
Using the last bit of strength that she has she pushes herself away from the deranged man, only going a few feet. It hurts like hell, but she isn't putting up with his shit. Her arms try to drag her away from him and eventually gets him a few more feet away from her, and she justs sits and watches him.
 
He sits there, his clothes stained with his blood looking at his hands, a look of horror on his face. "Father!" he yells out. "I'll kill you for this!" I promise, I'll kill you one day!" With that a peace seemed to come over him he looked up at the post puzzled and then over at the girl. "how did you get down?" I wasn't finished with you yet. His demeanor was calm almost playful, as though he was a child who just found a miss placed toy. He got up calmly and taking her by her long hair, dragged her along the floor toward the house. "come on!, crawl! you can do it."
 
She gasps at his outwardly behavior, not believing that he could not remember but by the way he was acting he probably couldn't. Her body has no energy left and she can't make herself crawl to the house even if she wanted to so she just sags down to the floor, her body too numb to notice the way the rough texture of the floor scrapes her back, she just looks up with no emotion on her tear streaked face.
 
He sinks into the couch again, and pulls her dirty bleeding body into his arms. He sits there wondering how he ever came to this place. He had become is father, in every way, the man he most hated in the world was who he had become, and the proof was sitting in his lap. Getting up with her in his arms he carried he into the bathroom and started a tub of warm water, and gently lowered her in, taking the soap he carefully washed the wound he had created, each one the signature on his death warrant.

His hands shook slightly as he worked. He fely sick at what he saw before him, but her knew that he had no choice but to face it .
 
After being lowered into the bath water it makes her cringe at when it hits her numerous wounds and as he cleans them up she whimpers and her eyes are tightly shut as her hands grip the side of the tub with extreme force.
She stays there, unmoving, as he does this just wanting it to be over. She can feel the blood that is still coming out of the wounds, she looks down at the bath water as it begins to turn pink, but she can't look for very long as her vision starts to become fuzzy and she leans her head back against the tub trying to relax.
 
Seeing the pain on her face, he goes to the cupboard and pours a large glass of strong wine for her to drink. she needs the fluids and he hopes it will help her to relax, and ease the pain. he holds her head gently and puts it to her lips. "Drink this please, drink all of it. There is more if you need it."

He continue gently sponging her wounds, carefully washing the dirt from each one. When he has finished he spreads towels on his bed and lifting her from the tub carries her to the bed and lays her down on the towels, ge gently pats the rest of her dry.

Taking a large bottle of ointment , he carefully treats each cut, and then covers her in a clean white sheet.
 
Touches by his small affections of the bed she rolls over and curls up around one of the pillows that she pulls down next to her. "Thank you" she whispers to him, and even though all the cuts hurt from the ointment she can tell they are working as she slips into sleep.
 
Walker leaves her to rest and walks around trying to clean up the disaster his cabin has become. He pours beach on the porch and the floor in front of the couch to clean up the blood, and empties and rinses out the tub. when everything is clean, he goes back in the bedroom and finds her resting peacefully. Though he is still sickened by what he has done to her, He strips off his clothes, wet from cleaning up, and climbs on the bed and lays himself ever so gently against her back, hoping the heat of his body will provide comfort.
 
When she wakes up at first she is confused at how she is so warm, but once she figures out that he is behind her with no clothing on she screams loudly and pushes herself away from him, falling in the floor.
 
He wakes up with a start looking at her oddly. "Now what? was all he could think to say. There is no being nice to you is there? As he sat on the bed, he saw her standing there with a horrible look on her face.
 
"I'm sorry, I thought- I thought you were going to...." she lets her body relax slightly when he doesn't come out of bed after her, nor does he freak out about her behavior. She looks back at him to the bed and back to him telling him what she thought he was going to do to her.
 
"Come back to bed," he said, "I'm not going to bite. I know I've been a bastard, but we can talk about that in the morning, we both need our sleep, especially you." He held the covers up, hoping she would crawl back in with him.
 
He pulled the covers over her, but he could feel the bed shake as she shivered. "I know your cold, and you weren't before. lets not be silly" he said. " I had four hours to rape you already tonight, what makes you think I'd do it now? he patted the bed next to him. "Come get warm " He said.
 
She again debates in her head on whether or not to, but the shivering she feels decides for her. She slowly scoots over until her side is touching his, and even though she hates it, the warmth feels nice and she instantly relaxes and falls back into sleep, but in her sleep she moves closer to him, to his warmth, and has her head on his chest.
 
He wraps his arms securely around her and ever so gently massages the sore muscles, avoiding her cuts. He does his best to help her before falling back to a shallow sleep. He wakes to the sun the next morning, amazed to find her just where she had been the night before. He lays quietly not wanting to disturb her slumber.
 
Thinking her asleep, he rolled her carefully on to her back against him so he could massage the sore muscles on her front. He worked first on her neck and shoulders, slowly moving down her body.
 
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