<strong>Maschor's Private Alcove: Variani with Maschor and Mira</strong><br/><br/>As the vice tightened, Vairani quickly learned that Maschor was not bluffing about the chair ability to inflict pain. Her arms felt like they were being crushed. Her only salvation was that Maschor was so methodical in his tightening that she had time to adapt somewhat to the pain. Variani clenched her jaws tight, not wanting to give the nobleman what he wanted.<br/><br/><em>I won't scream... I won't give this brute or that bitch the satisfaction...  </em><br/><br/>But the pain kept getting worse. Her body started to sweat and her breathing became heavier. She knew both Maschor and Mira were staring at her heaving bosom like the sadistic deviants they were. Variani could stop that but she could stop them from the pleasure of her scream.<br/><br/>"To hell with you both," she muttered through gritted teeth even as tears streamed down her lovely young face.<br/><br/>Alas, while shear will can do many things, the body has its limits. As Maschor gave one more turn on the vices, Variani found her jaw opening on instinct as a wail of agony rumbled in her chest.