Chapter 206: Luke

Machala was asleep, her breathing deep and even. I sat down beside her and transferred our lunch to the nightstand. I moved pillows beneath her head after loosening the straps at her wrists. I went into the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm water. I hadn't left any cuts on the front of her body, but welts covered her. After running the cloth over each welt, I rubbed ointment into her skin.
She woke up when I loosened her wrists, but waited until I finished with the ointment before speaking. "I can't do it, Luke. You're wasting your time." Her dejection came through in each soft word.
I slowly removed the blindfold so she could see my eyes. She squinted into the light before her gaze settled on mine. "I love you. It's not something you walk away from. I can't watch you suffer alone. Sharing your terror may not help, but I'll be there and I'll know the worst. I've imagined so many things and each one causes me sleepless nights. You have no idea the abuse I've imagined. I only want to share the pain, Machala. Only you can heal yourself, but I can be there for you. That's what love is."
She looked at me without speaking for such a long time that I finally picked up the water and tipped it to her lips again. I fed her small pieces of sandwich in between taking bites of mine. She didn't like cheese and I wouldn't eat a sandwich without it. She knew me just as well. Now she just needed to open the door a crack so I could slip inside.
When we finished, I detached the straps and rolled her to her stomach. I lightly rubbed more ointment into her backside.
"She kept me because I was weak." I moved closer at her soft words. She wasn't looking at me. Vacant eyes stared at the wall.
My heart ached for what it took her to finally give up something. "There's nothing weak about you, Machala, and there never has been. You're the strongest person I know." I continued rubbing in the gel.
"You don't understand," she said sadly.
I waited, but she didn't continue. "I don't need to understand. I love you. I'm a sadist and you're a masochist. That's pretty fucked up all by itself. Or at least it is until we're together. Then it's perfect. The mental pain you suffer transfers to me and I don't like it. I have no control. We're done for today. We'll take a shower and then crawl back into bed for a nap." I sat the tube down on the nightstand and carried her to the bathroom.
She remained silent. I brushed her teeth when we got out of the shower. She opened her mouth without objection. She wasn't submitting, she was shutting down. We had such a long way to go. I rubbed ointment into her skin again. When finished, I pulled the covers up over us and held her. It was two hours before her breathing changed and I knew she slept.
I woke her a few hours later and fed her dinner. Her eyes were still vacant. She closed them after I assisted her to the bathroom, giving her a few minutes of privacy before walking her back to bed.
She slept through the night. No dreams.
The following morning I fed her breakfast while she reclined on her knees beside me. Nothing showed in her eyes and for a moment I doubted my ability to break down her walls without breaking her soul. I shook it off. Nothing worked before and this was my last chance. I had several calls to make, so after a brief shower, I led her to my office.
"Knees."
She complied.
Following my phone calls, I went on the Internet to kill time. More than two hours passed before she began moving slightly to relieve the pressure on her legs. I waited another thirty minutes before taking her into the playroom.
"Knees."
She didn't object, which showed mentally how far away she was. I removed my jeans and rubbed my cock against her lips.
"Open." I grasped her hair and started pumping. She gagged with my rough treatment and the convulsions of her throat sent me over. I came in her mouth until my balls were dry. Time for the desk.
I lay her down on the hard surface with her knees hanging off the end. I strapped her ankles to the corner legs before pulling what I needed from the drawers. She stared straight up at the ceiling. The clit clamp I intended to use would take a little work. I needed her clit extended and her new jewelry would be a problem because I didn't want to irritate it more than absolutely necessary.
I used a wireless vibrating butt plug that wasn't too large; lubed it up and began masturbating her ass with it. I moved to the side slightly and reached for her right nipple, twisting it until her eyes jerked to mine. Cold, dark pools that finally showed a small flare of life.
"Place your hands above your head and leave them there. If they come down, I'll blindfold and gag you."
She did as I said and gazed back at the ceiling. I clicked the remote and started the vibrator on low. Taking the desk chair, I moved it between her thighs before walking away to gather a few more things. I placed a bowl of warm water beside her hip along with shaving cream and a razor. I actually enjoyed shaving a woman. It was a fun way to play and keep them turned on while challenging them to keep still as I ran the sharp razor across delicate folds of skin.
I used the tip of one finger to gently massage Machala's clit in between strokes of the blade. When it extended far enough, I clipped on the small clamp. Her ass came off the table as she inhaled sharply.
I glanced up and she was looking at me. "I see I have your attention." Her stubborn lips remained pressed together. "The piercing looks nice... and pretty," I said for her benefit. "Not a lot of swelling." I glanced at the smooth glistening lips of her pussy and then back up as I ran my fingers through the folds. "There are several more places to pierce you down here. You have the perfect pussy for the needle."
"Fuck you."
And Machala was back.
I pulled a ball gag out of the desk, quickly walking around and fastening it between her teeth. "One finger means you're good and two means you have something to say to me. Red won't work. Only something..." I tapped her brow, "from that pretty little brain of yours."
Her hand came up from over her head and I received the sign that she was okay, in the way that had me knowing she told the truth. It was the middle finger of her right hand.
I shook my head, biting back a laugh. "You just won't learn, girl." I lifted a speculum so she could see it. "The doctor is in."
She actually rolled her eyes and now I could no longer hide my smile. I lubed up the speculum and inserted it, pressing the clamped ends together so it expanded and locked into place. "Good coloration," I said just to goad her and she rewarded me with a deep grumbling in her throat.
I sat back down in the chair and enjoyed myself. Five minutes later, I removed the clit clamp and five minutes after that put it back on. I unpackaged new anal beads and used them in her pussy to run across the moist skin held open by the speculum. She shifted a few times as I kept up a running commentary. "I see no sign of internal damage from ramming my cock in your pussy." I gave her a soft pat on the inner thigh. "I'll need to change that." I turned up the anal vibrator, pinched small sections of skin that weren't bruised from yesterday, and basically drove her crazy.
I wanted her frustrated, humiliated, and turned on. When I was satisfied that I had accomplished my goal, I removed the speculum, vibrator and clit clamp. I unstrapped her legs and pulled out the gag before assisting her off the desk.
"Knees, girl. You know what I want."
After another round of deep throating, I pulled out of her mouth in time to come on her breasts. I held her arm and assisted her up so I could smear my cum across her chest. "Lick my fingers clean," I said once I finished.
With my fingers sticky from her mouth, I walked her to a corner and forced her shoulders against the wall. "Stay here while I make us a snack and grab some water."
I took my time in the kitchen, though I checked on her every few minutes. I cut up fruit into small half-inch sections, nabbed the water, and carried it back to the playroom. "Come here, girl." I sat on the end of the bed and spread my legs. "Knees. You'll be eating off my improvised tray." I placed a bite of apple on my cock. "Here's your snack."
Beams of hatred sparked from her eyes. Expecting her to bite me, I grabbed her hair right before her mouth made contact. "I think the last thing you want is a lemon juice and vinegar enema." I released her hair. I had no idea if she knew the cramping effects of that particular blend, but I'm sure the tone of my voice had her realizing it wouldn't be pleasant. She licked the apple from my dick.
I ate one and placed a slice of banana down for her next. Her hands remained at her sides, but I saw her fists clenching. She gave a delicate lick of her tongue and swallowed the fruit. I tipped her chin up so she was looking at me. "Make me harder, girl."
She dipped her head and slowly ran her tongue along my cock. I pulled her back and added three slices of fruit to my erection. "Eat them before they fall off." I enjoyed the last of the fruit while she occupied herself on my cock. Now it was time for the real fun.