Chapter 207: Luke
I had her back in the waist belt and her hands attached in front of her when I walked her into the bathroom. I'd had everything ready. She saw what waited and stopped.
"Don't worry. This is only a mild cleansing, no cramping or pain. Bend over."
Tears filled her eyes.
"Come on, girl, it looks worse than it is."
"Please, Luke." She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose.
"'Please, Luke' is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I'll use a different solution."
She lifted her leg and I could see her knees trembling. I inserted the enema nozzle and she jerked as if the solution had hot pepper in it. Actually, I used a bit of peppermint along with a mild soap and warm water; it wouldn't hurt at all. I opened the valve. "Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can relieve yourself." Her tears turned to soft hiccups. I really thought she'd cave by now, but her stubborn brain was blocking her desire to end the humiliation. I moved her to the toilet and sat her down. Turning my back, I began washing the vibrator and enema nozzle, giving her time to expel the fluid.
I grabbed a cloth and stood her up so I could clean her thoroughly. I ignored her tears, walked her out of the bathroom, and bent her over the end of the bed, face down. "Tuck your knees under you." I assisted her into the position best suited for rimming her ass. This way I could extend my arms and squeeze her nipples while I tongued her. My goal over the next ten minutes was for her to orgasm. The humiliation helped and pain would do the rest.
"You will come, girl." This was why Machala was perfect for me. There were few things that wouldn't turn her on. I ran my tongue against her rosette and felt her jump. I squeezed her nipples roughly and continued tonguing her nasty hole. Her body started quivering as I applied more pain to her nipples.
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," she screamed as she came. I pulled her back a little farther and rammed my cock in her ass.
"Fuck you too, girl. This asshole was made for me and when I'm finished we're starting over. I'll clean you out again and fuck you until you're too swollen to take me." I was grunting as my cum exploded into her.
My body was draped over hers. My weight had to hurt, but she'd gone back to silence with the occasional whimper. I stood slowly, pulling her legs from beneath her. My cum was dripping from her ass onto the bed. I put my hand out to assist her up.
She turned her head and looked at me. "I had a sister."
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Machala
I had never spoken those words in my life, but once I admitted the truth I couldn't hold back. "She was my identical twin. Her name was Vachala." My tears turned to hysterical sobbing that made it impossible to breathe. I didn't want to face this. I didn't want Luke to know how weak I was.
His hands ran over my skin; warm and soothing. He asked no questions, just whispered words that didn't quite register, but it helped. When I didn't stop crying, he rolled me to the side and lay on the bed, wrapping me tightly in his arms. I have no idea how much time passed. So many tears.
When I quieted, Luke handed me a tissue and I blew my nose. He left me for a few minutes, bringing back a wet washcloth to clean between my legs. When he finished, it was me who lifted my arms and pulled him in close. We rolled until he spooned my back. His warm breath hit my neck and just the fact that he didn't ask questions gave me courage.
"I was the smaller baby when we were born. I was always sick with one thing or another and it didn't help that we never had enough food. My sister was strong, though. She ran double time around me and never stopped. Unless I was too sick to get up. She'd sit for hours holding my hand and telling me silly nothings. When we were five I got really sick. I don't remember much because my temperature rose too high, but I remember her hand in mine and her stroking my hair. She mothered me more than my mom did. I woke up in the hospital. By then we were begging on the street and had no money for the care I required. Even as young as I was, I remember every corner of the small hospital room because all I did was look for my sister. I don't know how long I was there, but my mother never left. I missed my sister, but when I asked about her my mom told me to be quiet. I wanted to go home so I could see Vachala." I took a deep breath-this was where my life ended and it was so hard to relive anything to do with those days. I was only five, but my memories were so vivid.
After another breath, I continued. "We slept in a shack. No running water and an outhouse that we had to walk to. I didn't care. I wanted to see Vachala. She wasn't there. My mother sold her to pay the hospital so they would accept me. I was told to never to speak her name again. My sister was sold because I was weak."
"Christ fuck." Luke said as he curled tightly around me. He was nervously rubbing my arm. I don't think he realized it hurt, but each squeeze of his callused fingers kept me going. I needed this pain.
"My father never knew. I was a teenager when I finally had enough courage to question my mother. She slapped me repeatedly, but I wouldn't stop asking. I had a sister who disappeared and I still wanted her back. All my mother would say was that Vachala had the better chance. She was strong. I wouldn't have survived." I placed my hand on top of Luke's and pressed his fingers deeper.
"I spent everything I made looking for her. Private detectives, the Indian Consulate, I took trips to India, but it got me nowhere. There was no trace-she was one of so many children who just disappeared. When I finally gave up, I prayed each night that she died quickly. Everything you've worried happened to me happened to her, I know it." The numbness in my brain spread through my body. Luke's fingers dug in harder.
"What do you dream of, Machala?" The whisper of his breath against me felt so good.
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