"Come with me," Anya said, taking my hand. "Just come with me, come and see what I have for us!" She took me down the long hallway, walking a little ahead of me, moving like a ballet dancer, her slender hips swaying beneath her waist-length black hair. At the end of the hall, she stopped and turned. Her very dark eyes were virtually glowing, her brown skin shining with perspiration. Her gown, slit to the waist on both sides, was slightly damp. Whatever it was, it was tremendously exciting to her.
I opened the door. It was totally dark inside, impossible to see anything. I heard her close it behind me, heard the bolt slide into place; then she snapped on the lights.
Across from me was a T-shaped wooden structure, standing upright. Chained to it was a naked young girl; she couldn't have been more than nineteen. Blue eyes in a wide and innocent face looked down from beneath honey-blonde hair as I gazed at her. In sharp contrast to Anya's darkness, this girl was very white-skinned; shadows of blue veins were visible on her large, perfectly-shaped breasts. Her nipples were tiny, as was her waist; her legs were long and shapely. In front of her, its edge beneath her feet, was a mattress with a silk sheet covering it.
Actually, "chained" was not the right word. Her arms were raised over her head, tied to each other and to the wood by a bright red ribbon; exactly the same shade as her nail polish. Similar ribbons secured her feet, holding her legs in an invitingly spread fashion. To her right stood a pedestal with several steps leading up, the top at such a level that, if I stood on it, my groin would be on a level with her face.
"I'm Judy," she said in a calm, pleasant voice; rather throaty.
"Hi," I managed, then looked back at Anya. "What--?"
"Look there," Anya told me, pointing to a little table, like a flower stand, near the trussed girl. I went to it; atop it was a bottle of oil, and beside it lay a switchblade knife, its steel point concealed. I could only stare at it, trying to tell myself I didn't understand.
But I did. All too well.
I looked back at Judy's face. "Do you know what--?"
"It doesn't matter," she told me, flicking her eyes down. "I'm yours, I belong to you. Never mind the details; let's just say I was bought and paid for. Whatver you and Anya decide to do with me, it's all right. I'm yours. To use, however you want to use me. To throw away; to destroy, if that's what you want."
"But--!"
"Think of it," Anya said from behind me. I glanced around; she had discarded her dress, and she never wore underwear. Her hands touched her own erect nipples, grazed her pubis.
I was thinking of it. I had no idea how this had happened, but I wasn't going to question it. Then and there, I decided not to touch the knife; there were two possiblities, and I'd chosen one. Picking up the bottle of oil, I stepped onto the mattress, poured some into my hand. I glanced at Anya; her expression hadn't changed. Judy, on the other hand, seemed downright disappointed, and that made no sense to me at all.
My hands ran all over Judy's body, smearing her liberally with the oil, concentrating on her miniature nipples until they stood straight out, working my hands up into her pubic hair until she was moaning with pleasure. As I went on, I became more and more excited; I could feel Anya's hands on my body as I pinched the helpless girl's nipples, as I watched her own excitement rise. Without my having decided to do so, I found my hands removing my clothes, and soon I was as naked as the women.
It wasn't long until, my own excitement rising to a fever pitch, I mounted the little stair beside the girl. I'd intended to play a rough game with her--that's what I thought was expected of me, by both of them--intending to pull her head forward toward my erection, to demand that she suck me.
She didn't give me the chance. As soon as I was in position, she turned her head, scooped up the tip of my erection with her tongue, and, when I leaned forward a little, drew it right in. I said nothing, I simply allowed her to do what she wanted; she was very skilled and seemed very enthusiastic.
Her enthusiasm didn't abate when I pulled out, came down off the ladder, and pushed myself up between her legs; she was already very wet, I slid right into her effortlessly. She moaned in evident pleasure as I fucked her roughly, as I dipped my head down to nibble at her nipples. Feeling them come up to hard erection between my teeth, I bit down a good deal harder; her only response was more moans of pleasure. Trying to regain at least a modicum of control, I rubbed more of the massage oil on her breasts.
But at the same time my eyes kept straying back to the little table, to the black and silver switchblade that was still lying there. Anya saw me doing it, too.
"Think about it!" Anya repeated, her voice hoarse. "Think about her blood!"
I tried to tell myself I was horrified, but the truth was quite different. I was already seeing Anya and myself on the mattress, covered in redness. I pulled my erection out of the girl's vagina, took a step back, looked up at her face.
"Yes," she whispered, looking back down at me. "Yes, think about it!"
Still in a dreamlike state, I looked down at my hand; I was shocked to find the knife there already. Anya knelt before me; her fingertips touched my nipples like a pair of butterflies, while her tongue cradled the tip of my rock-hard penis. She drew me into her mouth, but I wasn't looking at her, I was looking at Judy, staring fixedly into her blue eyes. Slowly, I lifted the knife. It was still closed as I ran it up the center line of her stomach, up across her breast, and finally up to her nipple, where I teased that sensitive part with the fingerguards. She shivered at its touch.
"It's what you want, isn't it?" Judy whispered, twisting her body against her restraints. "It's what you really want to do!"
"Yes..." I muttered.
"Then do it!"
"I can't..." But I heard the click of the blade snapping open, heard Judy gasp as she saw the glint of the steel.
But she was undeterred. "Why not? Just do it! Do it now!" she whispered. "If it's what you want to do, then do it!"
I held the knife with the point up, turning it so it caught the light, watching the bright flashes from the blade. "I have never in my life used a knife on a human being," I said slowly.
"Then start slowly," Judy advised pragmatically. She seemed tremendously excited herself; her chest was heaving, her eyes were bright and wide, fixed on the knife. Little trickles of perspiration ran down her body. "Let me instruct you!"
"Instruct me...?"
"Yes. Bring the knife up here, touch me with the point, touch my breast." I did as she said; she watched closely. "Now," she told me, "Put the point right under my nipple. Just at the edge of it...ah! Yes, right there; ooooh, perfect!" Her blue eyes flicked up to mine. "Now," she went on, "it'll be really easy." She rolled her eyes. "And it'll really be fun, too, for you! I've been told there's nothing like it, nothing... just start pushing on it. Not too hard, not too fast--just tighten it up, real slowly, real gently."
"Push?" I echoed dumbly.
"Push!"
I did, increasing the pressure gradually. Nothing happened; her breast folded inward with the pressure.
Judy was biting her lower lip and frowning, but she was still watching the knife closely. "Careful, now--bring your left hand up and support my breast. Push it up and out." I did that too, and I tightened up on the knife a little more. Abruptly, the point broke through the skin. As soon as it did, most of the resistance vanished, and about an inch of the steel blade slipped quickly and easily into the softness of her breast.
She twisted against it. "Ah!" she cried, "Oh, yes, oh, yes yes! Oh God oh God it hurts!" She sighed, moaned; I was paralyzed, I just held it, I didn't move.
Then, almost in panic, I jerked it free. A bright bead of blood welled up, began to draw a red line down her body. Then it dripped, and more was coming.
Spontaneously, I touched my tongue to the blood, licked it in. It was salty and sweet, and Judy shuddered as I spread the redness around her breast with my tongue.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" she asked me.
"No--not really--"
"You want to do it again, don't you?"
"I don't know--"
"Yes, you do," she said, her voice low and husky, "I know you do, I can see it in your eyes! You want to hurt me, you want to really hurt me!" Her look became challenging. "Don't you? Don't you want to see me cry, see me squirm, see more of my blood running out? Isn't that what you really want?"
I didn't answer, I just let my eyes roam down her body. She had a white band across her hips and lower abdomen, an area the sun had not seen; I let the point of the knife rest on her belly, on the dividing line between the two shades, a little to the right of center.
"Oh, yes, that's good!" she rasped, staring. "That's a good place!" I didn't do anything right away, and she glanced at my face again, her eyes wild. "What's the matter?" she demanded. "Don't you like me, don't I please you? Don't you want to hurt me? Push! Push it into me!"
I did push, but I was surprised; I thought I'd pushed hard, but like her breast, her abdomen had folded in, and there was no penetration.
"Harder!" Judy cried. "Harder! Get it in me, get it in deep!"
"Yes, push harder!" Anya said, looking up. Then she returned to sucking me, her eyes still upturned toward the bound girl.
I did; Judy grimaced and cried out softly as the point broke through. I kept pushing. Quickly and softly, it slid into her flesh, and the hot redness of her blood welled up around it; as before, I managed to limit the penetration to about an inch. She trembled, moaned, tossed her head from side to side, whipping her hair around her face. After leaving it buried for a few seconds, I jerked it out. Even more blood flowed, dripping from her body, spotting Anya's chest. I could not believe what a peak of excitement I was reaching, watching this amazing young girl's blood spilling out.
I held the knife up, looked at the blade. Most of it was covered with blood, a droplet forming at the tip. Looking back up at the girl, I saw the pain in her eyes, saw the blood still running from the delicate little hole I'd punched in her abdomen.
She managed a smile, looking at the blade. "Pretty, isn't it?" she asked. "So pretty, my blood running out--!"
"You're incredible," I told her. I raised the knife again; Judy's only reaction was to smile languidly and issue an invitation with her eyes.
Slowly, I slid the point up her side, watching her eyes follow it; when it was just under her ribs, I dug in with it a little, twisting the tip of the red-stained steel in her skin. Judy said nothing now, she just continued to watch as I slipped the tip into the break I'd made, and gently pushed it a little ways into her. She gasped again; I pulled it out, pressed it down as it came, cutting the wound open a little. Then more blood was gurgling out, dripping onto the mattress, onto our bodies.
"Oh, yes," Judy murmured, her eyes wide, fixed on the flowing blood. "Oh, yes, you are hurting me. That's what you want to do, isn't it? What you wanted, what you still want! You're going to hurt me more, you're going to hurt me really bad--ah, my God, I want you to hurt me really bad--I want you to make me die, I want you to see me die--!"
Anya released me, turned around; I slipped my penis into her already soaking vagina. While I moved my hips, I studied the pain-wracked face of the bound girl. I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to. Standing with my face very close to Judy's, listening to the rasp of her breathing and the rapid beat of her heart, I pricked her right nipple with the knife's point, just above the erect tip.
"I want to put this in back you," I told her. With my other hand I reached between her legs, teased her swollen genitals. "Right here, all the way. Real deep, as deep as I can get it..."
She gazed into my eyes. "Yes," she whispered. "That's what I want, too. I'm ready. Do it..."
Moving my own eyes between hers and the knife, I started pushing again, very gently, very slowly, holding her between her legs as I forced the sharp steel against her breast. Eventually, as before, her skin yielded, the blade started passing into her, her blood started flowing out. She gasped violently and threw her head back, her eyes very wide; I stopped there for a moment, the blade again only an inch or so deep.
"Are you sure?" I asked, my face close to hers. "Sure?"
She bit her lip. "Uh-huh. Do it!"
That was all I needed; I started pushing again, and this time I kept right on pushing, kept right on watching that steel slip softly on into her soft and lovely breast. When it was fully in, when the fingerguards were resting against her nipple, I worked it back and forth a little before letting go of it. I stared raptly at it as it rose and fell with her breathing, as blood rose in her throat and started dribbling from her lips.
After a moment, I pulled it out. Much more blood, foamy with air, came rushing out, coating her nipple; I leaned my head over, sucked the nipple and the blood with it, bit down hard, twisted with my teeth. Judy trembled and groaned, but she didn't say one word in protest.
And, when I let go of her nipple and pushed the knife up against her belly, she started encouraging me again--even though her voice was by now very weak, very strained.
Setting the point near the upper edge of her pubic hair and angling it downward I pushed again, and this time she did not have to encourage me. Still, I kept my left hand between her legs, kept fingering her genitals. When the blade broke through, her eyes popped wide open; I pushed harder yet, I felt it sinking in, I heard it tearing through her tender flesh. Blood began to trickle over the blade, running down through her pubic hair; then, when I'd reached a considerable depth, a much heavier flow gushed from her vagina, covering my left hand.
"Ah, god, yes," she moaned softly. "Oh, God, God, don't stop now, please, please...!"
She didn't have to ask; I was by then completely out of control. I drew the knife from her abdomen and, while Anya slithered up in front of my legs and started sucking me, I started cutting a shallow line down the center of Judy's body, starting between her breasts and continuing until I'd reached the wound at the margin of her pubic hair.
Then I pushed it all the way back into her, as far as I could, and started sawing upward with it, splitting her belly wide open. Blood gushed out, her entrails bulged into the slit; her body jerked and spasmed, large clots of blood came from her mouth as well. Anya and I were already soaked with it. Pulling the knife back out once more, I rolled Anya over, pushed my penis back into her. I was on my knees now, her graceful, dark body arched against me. I looked at Judy; her eyes were glazing, but she was smiling down at me. Back to Anya, back to the knife. I managed to resist the temptation to stab her as well, but I felt I had to see her blood. Using the edge of the knife, I cut lightly into her chest, along the line where the bottom of her conical breast met her chest wall. She didn't object; she just clutched me harder and let me do it. As my orgasm rose, I stabbed the blade into the center of Judy's belly and left it there, but she was too far gone to notice.
My eyes fixed on Judy's face, I finished my orgasm, a shattering experience that felt like it nearly killed me as well. Recovering, I looked up at her again; she had, I noticed, died smiling.