Posted by Jeffrey Paul Soreff on October 10, 2000 at 18:17:06:
(f/m, 1mv, knife, cons, oil)
Houston, Texas, June 14, 1983
I swallowed the tablet of morphine-Q, then drove to Karla's neighborhood.
It was a hot day in Houston. I had the windows of the car rolled up and the
air conditioning running full blast. While waiting for Karla, I tried an
experimental stab with a penkife in my thigh. I could feel the muscle cut,
and felt a brief flash of pain, just enough to add spice, then mild tingling - perfect!
When I saw Karla walk near, I rolled down the window and called to her.
"Hey Karla, you sure look sexy today. Want to turn a very special trick?".
She leaned in the window and replied "What's in it for me?". I took at stack of
hundreds out of the glove compartment and riffled it in front of her.
"Ten grand", I said. She got into the car and we drove back to my apartment.
We got out of the car and walked into the building. I unlocked the door to the
apartment and we walked in to the hallway. I locked the door behind us. We
opened the door to the bedroom. I'd put the chair at the far end of the room,
turned the spotlight on the bed and drawn the blinds before getting Karla.
There was a nightstand next to the bed with a stack of bills and a bottle of oil
on it. The bed was covered with clean white sheets and a translucent plastic
sheet on top of them. I'd mounted a mirror on the ceiling over it. A six inch
kitchen knife with an inch-wide blade and a wooden handle glittered on the bed.
As soon as Karla saw the knife, she ran to the bed, grabbed it, and held it
to my throat. "What is this crap", she yelled, "I swear I'm going to kill you."
I smiled and said "I wouldn't have it any other way, though I'd prefer
something much more lingering than just having my throat cut.
I hear you were quite a femme fatale just night, that you had a good hand
with a pickaxe. Is it true you had an orgasm with every blow you struck?"
"It is", Karla said warily, keeping a tight grip on the knife.
I kissed her on the cheek, then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. I slid one sleeve
off her, then stood back while she transferred the knife to her other hand.
I slid the blouse entirely off her, then told her "You don't want my blood on your
clothes" while tossing it on the chair. I unsnapped her bra and kissed her breasts,
then pulled down her pants and panties and tossed all of them to the chair. I
pulled off my own clothes and let them fall in a heap. I licked Karla's breasts,
then belly, then both thighs. We moved to the bed, then she spread her legs
and I licked first her labia, then her clit. She moaned, thrashed, then told me
to stop. I switched back to licking her labia, then licked her clit again. She came
harder this time, then said firmly "enough!".
"Time to start using that knife" I whispered. "I want you to start by gashing the
palms of my hands." Karla brought the blade to my left hand and cut first from
thumb to little finger, then crossed it with a second gash. My blood welled up in
the cuts. I presented my right hand to her and made the same cuts on it. I rubbed
my palms on Karla's nipples, deeping their ruby hue. I ran my hands over her
breasts and belly. I reached over for the bottle of oil, cupping it in my hands. I
spread a thick layer on our legs, then my thighs, then Karla's, pausing to rub her
clit, then her belly, breasts, back, and arms. Karla was finally getting comfortable
now that she had cut me, and she rubbed the oil on my belly, chest, and back, and
finally my prick. The plastic on the bed kept the sheets from wiping the oil from us.
I lay flat on my back on the bed, and Karla sat on me, sliding my cock into her
cunt. I whispered "Keep the point of the knife at my belly while we fuck, then
start stabbing me when I come." Karla held the knife with its tip just touching
below my navel. I thrust my cock into her, cutting my belly a little each time I
moved. The reflection of the spotlight from Karla's belly and breasts highlighted
every jiggle as we fucked. When I came, Karla pushed the knife down into my
belly with every spurt, cutting skin and muscle and guts, but stopping short of
my spine. We both gasped when she pushed, me, from the knife cutting
my flesh, her, from the orgasm squeezing her cunt around my cock. Karla
twisted the blade and slowly pulled it out of me. "Next one deeper?", I asked.
Karla grinned and nodded. I dipped my fingers in the pool
of blood from the wound and rubbed it on her labia and clit. She moaned, and
moved the blade just above my pelvis, halfway between my midline and side.
She shoved it down with both hands, going not just into my belly but out through
my back into the bed, burying it up to the handle. I grinned, and she pulled it
out and ran me through on the other side. With each of her thrusts, I pushed my
cock into her. She made another pair of stabs halfway up my belly, then a pair
just below my ribs. The spotlight reflected from each ruby pool on my belly.
Karla said, with a mischevious grin, "You know, a couple of the men I know have
nipple piercings. How would you like a pair?". "Sounds good to me", I answered.
Karla delicately brought the knife to the top of each aureole and slit downwards,
splitting each in half. She leaned forwards and dipped her nipples in the fresh
blood. She then put the tip of the knife just to the right of my left aureole,
turning the blade horizonally so it would slide easily between my ribs, and
leaned forward, putting all of her weight on pushing the blade through me.
I could feel it cut muscle and lung, snag on a rib,
then emerge from my back. Then she leaned on my chest, pulled the
knife out, and did the same to the right one. I pulled her soft, slippery
weight down on me and kissed her. We sucked each others tongues, and
Karla brought both of her hands back down near my hips. She slipped
her free hand between our bellies, and took the knife from the other hand.
She pointed the blade downwards, then pulled it all the way across me,
cutting my belly open from side to side as she pulled her hand back.
She reached into my belly with both hands, scooping up my bloody
organs and pressing them to her smooth belly.
Karla motioned for my to lift my arms up, cradling her head and
making my sides easier to reach. She worked the knife up my sides
rib by rib, alternating cuts between left and right sides. Finally,
she lifted my upper back slightly with one hand and slid the knife
through the ribs into my heart. My vision dimmed. I sucked on
her tongue and savored my death.