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The Knife
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I made no attempt to break free, made no attempt to call out, made no
attempt to strike out. I'm froze. My brain screaming denial at what my senses were reporting, my heart thumping wildly, my eyes wide-open
in fear. I must be elsewhere, it could not be happening, not to me,
not here, not now. This must be a dream.
"Hush, my darling," whispered in my ear, hot breath on the side of my face. A hand clamped over my mouth, my eyes focused on the grey steel
inches from my face. I watched the blade tip towards my face,
watched as it moved to my cheek. The fear of pain made me shrink
away, pull back from the knife, pressing against him.
"You be good now and I won't have to cut your pretty face." Shaking,
quivering, i felt tears start to roll down my cheeks. Cold, like the
touch of the blade. I tried to control my shivers, tried to avoid
any pressure on the knife. I felt the tip running along the top of my cheek, could feel it smearing my tears. Down to my top lip. I
held my breath, scared that the slightest movement would cause the
knife to slip, to cut. The steel brushed along my lips, its hardness
kissing my mouth.
"That's a good girl." Too frightened to seek any choice. I let the
blade explore, watched it out of the corner of my eyes as it ran along my jaw line, dropped down onto the side of my neck.
"Please," i whimpered through his hand. My brain at last began to
work, began to picture how this might end. I felt the steel running
along the collar of my blouse, the tip scratching at my bare skin as
it dipped towards the top of my chest. I shivered again, fear
causing goosebumps to break out on my arms. I became more conscious
of my breathing, could feel the pressure on the cold blade ebbing and
flowing as i tried to hold my breath, to calm my thumping heart.
"No, please no," my plea muffled by his hand as the knife started to
pull against the top button. For a moment, i thought it would cut my blouse, but the knife flicked down onto my breast. The tip tracing the
top of my bra through my blouse, drawing the curve of my
breast. It changed direction, running over the cup. I tensed as the
blade brushed over my nipple, conscious that my body responded to the
touch, responded to the danger.
I heard a chuckle, tried to pull my chest in, draw my breast away
from the blade. I curved my spine, yet could not move enough to
escape the steel, could not stop it from teasing my nipple through my
blouse, through my bra. Again and again, the hard metal flicked at the
hardening bud.
"You like that? Perhaps you will like this." The blade fell away from my breast, i breathed a sigh of relief, relief that the danger had
gone, relief that the teasing had stopped. I felt the blade drifting
down my flank, down over my hip, over my skirt. I found myself
holding my breath again, my mind racing ahead of the blade. I
tensed again, waiting for the feel of the blade on my leg.
Fear held me. The thought of the blade kissing me between my thighs
renewing my tears. I shook my head, shivered as the knife pressed
on down, down below the hem of my skirt, shivered as cold metal touched my thigh. I squeezed my legs together, shutting out the blade. I stopped breathing, stopped moving. My mind racing, praying.
"Open up, unless you want to be cut open." Weeping, scared by the
thought of the blade near my sex, i moved, opened my legs. The
blade did not stop, it slipped up my thigh, moving closer and closer to my panties. The hard steel caressing my skin. Slowly moving
nearer and nearer. So close. I froze again
I'm gasped as the tip touched me, touched the lace between my legs.
Despite my fear, i knew my body, knew that i was scared yet
excited, frightened yet aroused.
Terrified by the thought of the blade penetrating, cutting, i
struggled to control my body. I'm fainted, yet felt myself falling.
The impact as i'm hit the floor jarring me awake. I shivered, my
body covered in sweat, my nipples hard, dampness between my legs.
Alone on the bedroom floor. It was a dream.
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Posted on : Jun 30, 2013
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