Puppet

•The sick side of Me•

"It's appealing; the peeling of skin
Revealing what's shielded within
With steel that I wield for the inexplicable-
Infatuation with stealing a glimpse
And feeling the mystery-
Of the human-body after days of interesting
Withering; wasting away to skeletal
Test-dummies on metal beds for the medical-
Examination, fueled by obsession and fascination
Flesh on my glasses, tastin' the wretched with admiration
Scientifically surgical. Hands on the vertabra-
When I curve it just enough to bend it and snap its placement."

My eyes slowly fluttered open to groggily stare at the cement floor of the shed, my shoulders ached from being stretched above my head for so long secured to the the wall by shakels protruding from it, my broken leg was free, stretched to its full length in front of me, the right was shakeled to the ground. Panic began to take over my brain as I pulled harshly at my restriants, ten minutes passed like this in too much of a daze to realize the damage I was doing to myself until I felt the blood running down my arms, the metal had cut into my skin leaving behind bruises and lacerations. Calming myself down I relaxed against the wall and took a look at my surroundings, about a foot away from me on my left side there was a shiney metal table on wheels the contents of which I could not see from my seated position, to the right of me light streamed in as slivers when Blue entered the shed one hand stuffed in his pocket and the other still holding onto the edge of the metal door. Slowly his lips drew up into a sick smile when he noticed I was awake, turning away from me to slid the door shut he drawled out in an even, smooth tone,"Now that you are awake we can begin your lessons."
My heart started to panic all over again with the words he spoke, I had no control of the fight my limbs were having against the shackels as he stalked over to me. Blue by passed me completely headed straight for the table on wheels, picking up a device that looked like a small clamp paired together with razor blades instead of rubber ends and a medium length of rubber tubing, he turned to me with a serious look on his face. Securing the tubing around the index finger on my left hand cutting off the blood flow, I swallowed loudly in fear, I knew what he was going to do I just hoped he wouldn't be so heartless.
"Now Astrid the ten fingers on your hands will depend on how well you remembered the rules I have placed here for you, this is all over your head, if you answer wrong, for each wrong answer you give I will cut one of you fingers off, tell me that you understand what I have just told you." Looking up at him with pleading eye didn't change anything, he took ahold of that particular finger stuffing it inside the clamp, right before he squeezed it shut I cried out, "I UNDERSTAND MASTER, please.." my whole body shook with pure fear, not even two seconds later tears started streaming down my face when he released my finger unharmed, visibly seeing me relax again he asked his first question.
"What are the four rules you must always follow while you are here Astrid?" I listed them slowly and clearly to ensure the safety of my fingers, "My four rules while with you master are, 1:Always answer you with words. 2: I am to always refer to you as Master unless told otherwise. 3: I am to be loyal to you and only you at all costs. 4: I am not to leave this property unless told otherwise. Master." When I was done I continued to stare at the floor slightly worried that I didn't answer correctly. "Well done, now we are going to try something new to test your compliance towards me from this point on if you hesitate or refuse the same consequences apply to your fingers, do you understand?," "I understand Master." My voice was weak knowing I am sure to fail, he will without a doubt push me far beyond my limits and I will lose some of my fingers.
Swiftly Blue undid the front of his pants, pushing them lower down on his hips his half hard penis falling out as he did so. "Make me excited, and put conviction into your work Slave." Swaying his hips forward brushing the tip along my mouth he slipped the clap over my finger again to give me extra warning, slowly I obeyed him, parting my lips and closing my eyes I took the head into my mouth swirling my tounge around the edge of the mushroom looking part. "Mmm you're a natural, this isn't your first time on your own." Groaning inwardly I stopped myself from withdrawing back into the wall, taking more of him into my mouth I moved down half way then back up, this consisted for a couple of minutes before I felt the unbearable pressure on my finger, I screamed when it closed all the way around my finger and he quickly yanked up cutting half of the finger off. Gritting my teeth I tried to bear the pain at best I could, but when he brought my severed finger to the front of my face everything turned into a blur, feeling as though I was seeing it in third person, my bloody finger, his wicked smile, hearing myself scream. SMACK! "Wake up! I am not done" My eyes barely fluttered back open before he shoved his cock back into my mouth grabbing fist fulls of hair he snatched my head forward and then back again harshly, I choked Everytime the head hit the back of my thoart, tears falling freely down my face from my tightly shut eyes. I was trying to scream and push back from him the best I could but it only served in opening my thoart, the feeling of him pushing down into my thoart made me throw up unfortunately I was forced to swallow it because he did not stop there, pushing down into my thoart until all of him was embedded in me up to his balls. My eyes rolled back in my head as I desperately tried breathing, I couldn't get any air into my lungs he's going to suffocate me with his penis, but just as I was about to pass out he pulled out of my mouth with a loud moan, my lungs automatically taking in the biggest breath that I think I've taken in my whole live and I sagged against the wall, tired and defeated. "Please Master I will do anything that pleases you, just please let me rest. Please give me a break, I'm so tired," my voice was a hoarse, raspy plea of pure exhaustion, no dice Astrid. "Oh you're tired huh? Did I say I was done with you yet? You don't call the shots here. I do and you obey. It's as simple as that Astrid." His ton was harsher than before, I don't understand why that upset him, producing a key from his pocket he bent down to undo the shakel around my ankle and next he freed my arms, they dropped like 50 pound weights against my sides. Blue took on of those car cigarette lighters and held it in front of my face, the red hot element glowing inside it, "do not move or this will hurt worse than it has to." With that said he drew it near my severed index finger, fear of pain overcame me and I dove of to the side in hopes of scooting away. His hand slammed down onto my broken leg yanking me back to my spot next to him, I gritted my teeth against the pain in my leg while he harshly took hold of my hand, digging his thumb nail into the center of my palm my fingers were forced to stay straight out, the smell was horrid when the lighter seared the wounded finger closed again insuring that there would be no infection. I don't really remember what happened after that, pain consumed every inch of my body and I remember him throwing me stomach first into a random table and then my brain blacked it out, I'm pretty glad it did, I don't want to know what he did to me.