A steady mantra of No's roll through her brain as the clamps on her nipples increase yet again their intensity, Luke's fingers sloshing through her bruised lips, friction once again working against her, as her brain tries valiantly to countermand her body's orders.  Her hip twists subtly, bringing his fingers deeper, the clench of her walls around his fingers as automated as any mechanical device.  Unable to do anything to prevent it Bella's body responds, heat rising in her breasts, in her core despite the humiliation and the terror running rampant through her.