It has been a wonderful evening. I have shown you the town, from Hollywood to Santa Monica and everywhere in between. Your visit has been perfect, a glittering jewel of time to live in my memories forever. We are far more compatible than I could have dreamed we would be, and through you I see the city that I love with new eyes. You tell me that you have a surprise for me, and we leave the pier behind as you direct me to drive back along Sunset towards Hollywood. The Santa Ana breezes are blowing tonight, warm and fragrant over the Santa Monica Mountains, and we leave the windows open as we drive. We have kissed and cuddled on the beach, and I am thrilled to feel you place your hand high on my thigh under my skirt. The intimacy of the touch, the promise of more to come...what more could I want?
We cut over onto Santa Monica Boulevard, passing the theatre district, and Hollywood Memorial. Just before the road turns towards downtown, you direct me to turn onto a side street lined with warehouses. "I think this is it," you tell me quietly. I am curious about why we are in this seemingly desolate location so late at night. "What is it, love? Is it a rave, or a private party?" You smile slyly. "You guessed it, my sweet. It's a party, just us and a few friends. You bad girl, you've ruined my surprise." I grin as I park the car. You lead the way to one of the dark buildings, holding open the side door so that I can enter.
It takes me a few moments to register what I am seeing as we walk further into the large room. The space seems strangely empty for a party, with only one end well-lit. Only a few people (all men, I notice, and all rather brutal-looking, not what I'd expect of your friends at all) are gathered around the lights and equipment at the far side of the room. The little area is flood-lit - there is a camera - and a large black wooden frame on the wall with manacles attached. In an instant I understand at least a little of what you have planned for me, and I break for the door. The realisation comes too late, and you grab me hard and growl at the men, "Take her and get her up there." As you hand me, struggling, to two large, powerful thugs, I stare into your suddenly resolute face. "No, please... what is this? You can't do this to me...you love me..." You stop the men for a moment and turn my face up to yours with a gentle finger under my chin. "Exactly, Verity. I love you. And I'm going to see to it that you are used as you are meant to be used. In a thousand ways you've told me you were made for this, my lovely piece of meat, and with the help of a few...contacts, I plan to give you the opportunity to fulfil your destiny." You take your hand away and gesture for me to be put up on the cross on the wall. When you touched me, I felt my will drained, subsumed into yours. But as you step away from me, leaving me momentarily to the attentions of these violent-looking men, I feel my desire to live pouring back into me, and I fight desperately.
I manage to bite the man on my left, hard, on the arm, and he raises his hand to hit me. With a quiet "No" you stop him. He looks at you angrily, and you coolly stare him down. He drops his eyes. "She's mine, my slave, my toy. You can watch, and I may leave you copies of the tape, but no one hurts her but me. Understood?" The man nods brusquely and takes a firmer grip on me as they haul me to the cross and fasten my arms onto it. The lights are blinding and hot as your words run through my mind. The tape? Suddenly where I am, what is to happen to me becomes clear. A snuff film. Oh, Gods, you're going to kill me, and film it all. The horror of my situation fills me, thinking of what you will do to me, and how it will feel, and of you, watching it later, owning my death and making me repeat it over and over... I moan and realise too late that the sound was of fear, but of desire as well. I hope, for a moment, that you missed it. But you know me too well, and you laugh as they finish attaching me, arms and legs spread, to the wood. "There she is, my sweet slave, my lovely victim. Ready to give it all to me?"
I sob my denial to you as you move to stand in front of me, so close. Your proximity turns my words into lies as soon as they are said. "No, oh Gods, no, that was just a fantasy, I don't want this, you can't...." I stop with a gasp as you gaze into my eyes and lift an object from the table next to you. I can hear, vaguely, the tape begin to roll as your crew sets up the best shot of what you are holding before me - a short, curved knife. "Please, love, nooo..." I moan as you hook the point of the blade in the neck of my silk blouse and pull it sharply downward. The sound of rending fabric seems very loud and I wonder hysterically what sound my skin will make when you slice through it. You are very skilled, and my torso is laid bare without even a scratch. You cut down the sleeves the same way and pull my shirt and bra from me. I toss my head, back and forth, frantically. Every way I look I am confronted with the lights - they keep me from seeing the others in the room, the men whose noises I can hear. The only thing I can see clearly is you - your face watching me avidly as you shred my clothes.
I avoid your eyes even as I am drawn to them - they are bright with passion and need, and when I gaze into them, I feel my strength drain away. I must stay in control, I must convince you not to do this mad thing. "My Master, please, you musn't do this, you said you would only want it if I did..." And then you lift my skirt and plunge one hand into my wet cunt. I gasp and writhe against you as you pull out and hold up your hand slicked with the evidence of my passion. You smile knowingly. "And you do want it, my little slave. Taste how much." You shove your fingers into my gaping mouth and before I can stop myself I suck on them, the smoky smell and flavour filling my senses. Oh, Gods, I have to stop this, if I can't fight this feeling, you'll destroy me, take me...ohhh...
Every thought designed to spur me into action pulls me instead deeper and deeper into the web of desire that you are weaving around me. I need you, need to be yours, to be used, to be used up... You know what I want, better than I know it myself, as you fuck my face with your hand. "That's it, pretty meat, I promise I'll fill you tonight, I'll keep my promises to you, you know this is just the beginning." You cut my skirt and tights from me, sliding the dull edge of the blade into the groove between my legs as the sharp edge tears through my panties. When you finish you make me lick the wet knife clean. I'm falling, losing my sense of self, forgetting my life as I move closer towards my destiny, my death at your hands. Soon I'll want nothing other than to be rent open by you, to lay my every secret bare to your gaze, your touch - your penetration.
You finish stripping me and kiss me, softly. I moan and press my mouth into yours, longing for the comfort of your touch. You step back and I follow you as far as my restrained body will allow. You gaze pitilessly into my eyes and lay the edge of the blade against my breasts. You murmur to me, "You know what I want from you, Verity, how much I want to shove this knife right into you, but for posterity, I suppose I should take this slowly. Don't worry, my beloved, I'll fill that emptiness soon, very soon." And you draw the razor sharp edge ever so slowly over my breasts.
The pain is excruciating, exquisite - I throw my head back and howl. My world has contracted to the point where the blade carves my yielding flesh. You make shallow cuts in long, curving designs on my breasts and chest, seldom trusting yourself to dip much lower, into the place where we both know you eventually must go. It seems to continue forever. My face is wet with tears, my chest wet with my blood, which looks almost surreal in the bright lights when I look down at myself. Your hand is covered in red, the knife drips red onto the floor, blood runs down my belly and into the cleft between my legs - and I am agonisingly aware of how little blood this is compared to how much you will draw forth from me this night.
I am breathing in agonised panting shrieks as you purr your pleasure. The pain fills my universe, burning like fire along my skin, in my veins, between my legs - I realise that I ache deep inside, in my cunt, in my belly. I understand that I ache for you, that I need you to enter me, to take me, to make me whole even as you cut me apart. Watching me, you understand and can wait no more. "Beg me, slut, beg me to take you-" Even as I tell myself that I will never beg you, I hear myself doing it. "Please, my Lord, my Master, I need this, your slave needs this..." As I at last admit my nature you lose your fragile hold on your control. As the camera crew struggles to capture the action, you open your pants and pull out your jutting cock, then drop the single-edged knife on the floor and pick up a long, straight double-edged dagger. You caress my cheeks with it, gently, and I turn my head to take it in my mouth. I kiss and lick at the tip, cutting my tongue slightly, and you pull the blade from me with a moan and plunge your cock in my cunt and your tongue in my mouth.
Around us I can hear moans and gasps as these men realise the depths of my submission to you. They are beginning to understand that I am yours, all of me, and that I would push myself onto the blade if you wished it. Then my senses contract, and all I can see, all I can feel and hear and taste, is you - your tongue lapping at my coppery blood, your hands roughly learning the texture of the slashes on my breasts, your groans of pleasure against my mouth, your cock inside me, so deep, so deep...
But neither of us are satisfied by this. I need to be filled by you, in every opening, I need to be opened more so that you can enter even more of me. You want me, all of me, with no part held back. I arch my back, pressing my belly forward to tempt you, to summon your blade home. You pull out of me to gain enough room between us to press the point of the dagger into my belly, above my pubic bone, dimpling my virgin flesh. I moan and writhe, anxious for you to finish it, for it to truly begin. You make us wait as long as you can stand it as I plead wordlessly to be taken. I am so empty, so empty...I cannot continue like this, you are my fate, your cock my God, your blade my destiny - and you punch the knife home and slam back inside me in one perfect motion.
Now we are joined as my blood gushes forth onto us. My shriek of pain joins your howl of triumph. Your cock in me, your dagger piercing me to the quick - I can feel the cold metal in me, warming now to my caress, the blade jerking, tearing me open wider, as the handle is jarred by your body as you fuck me. You pull the knife from me as I gasp and then you barely pull back enough to plant it again, stabbing me at an angle so that your fucking can continue uninterrupted.
I can hear my flesh part wetly around the blade as you stab, and stab, and stab... I can hear my own shrieks and gasps as you plunge into me...and the sound of your harsh breathing as you take me, over and over. The agony in my belly joins the pleasure in my slit and I come, the spasms in my cunt making the pain even worse just as the pain makes my orgasm more shattering. You are not yet satisfied, you are impatient and must know me, must have more of me - you slash me open and plunge your hand inside me. Your cock, your tongue, your blade, your hand - you plunder all of me for your pleasure. I feel you, oh my Master your slave feels you as you push yourself inside of me to grasp my still spasming flesh in your hard fist. Your hardness in my softness, crushing, squeezing, tearing...taking it all....
I feel the point of the dagger pressing up against my chest from inside me, even as you still plumb my depths with your other hand. You pull your head back and stare into my eyes. I know what you want and I give it to you gladly- "Kill me, please kill me my Master, finish me at last, let me come again, once more, let me come while you take this last part of me-" You squeeze me hard as you shove the dagger up. I hear my last gasp, then I can get no air as I flail and twitch on your blade, your hand, your cock, in my final orgasm, and I feel you shoot inside my ruined cunt. I hear you whisper, "Very good, my little victim", and I hear the tape whirr, and I feel pleasure and pride that you own me now, all of me, as you were always meant to. Even in the blackness, I am yours.
copyright 1995 by Verity Chastain