His count reached thirty and he stood menacingly, his knife blade held so I could see
just how much danger I was in. I heard him tell me he was going to cut my clothes from me
and it was all I could do to keep from jumping from my chair and trying to claw through
the very walls to get away. The knife holds my attention, though. His voice was calm and
matter of fact as he said he would cut me if I tried to resist, and I believed him.
He took off his headgear and finally I saw my abductor`s face. He was just as
intimidating without the netting, his face streaked with paint to camouflage it. His icy
blue eyes met mine and I was unable to look away. I was hypnotized by his gaze, or was it
the reflection of the light as he turned the knife blade?
I`d been able to stay fairly calm, at least outwardly, but I could feel the panic rising
as he moved slowly toward me. He continued to brandish the knife in front of me as he
stepped up beside my chair.
He twisted and turned the blade in front of me as if to show his advantage and drive the
terror even deeper into my heart. As he pointed it at my chest I could feel the fear
driven adrenaline making me sweat. My eyes widened in anticipation of the feel of the
knife-edge against my skin.
My instinct was to grab his hand as he twisted it in my hair and snapped my head over
the back of the chair but I didn`t reach for him. I could feel my body arch and my breasts
automatically push outward and even closer to his blade.
His quiet voice was right next to my ear as he told me to remember what he said about
getting cut. The world seemed to slow as he began to move the knife toward me. I felt it
meet the neck of my sweater and begin to part the threads. I felt the sting as the edge of
the cold, steel blade marked my skin with a thin line of fire and a whine of fear rose
from my throat.
My skin prickled as he paused with the blade between my breasts to gaze at the bared
swells now available to him and told me how pleased he would be to torment them. I
wondered how badly he`d hurt me and whimpered involuntarily. As he cut through my bra and
continued down the front of my sweater, my breasts sprang free from their constriction. I
was embarrassed as my nipples hardened in the cabin`s cool air. I didn`t want to do
anything to encourage him, but he paused once again to stare at them, the tip of the knife
in my navel.
As he cut the back of my sweater apart and sheathed his knife, roughly yanking me back
and forth by my hair, the tears welled up in my eyes; first terrified, now I was scared
and embarrassed and angry with myself because I was crying.
He released my hair but before I even settled in the chair he pulled a pair of handcuffs
from his belt. He grabbed my wrists and locked them snugly. As he pulled and twisted the
connecting chain, I immediately realized any struggling on my part hurt. I rose to my feet
as he tugged on the cuffs and he led me to the back wall of the cabin.
When he locked the cuffs to the end of the rope hanging there I panicked and tried to
pull away despite the pain of the steel cutting into my wrists. I struggled now, but my
efforts were in vain as he easily pulled the rope and hoisted my arms until only my toes
touched the floor. I ended up bobbing and twisting at the end of the rope.
"Please," I began to beg. "Please don`t do this. If you`ll just let me go
I`ll pretend this never happened." He said nothing, only watched me futilely tug at
my bonds. He straddled the chair I`d wished to be out of only moments before to face me.
Then I only wished I were back in the chair with my hands still free so I could have at
least tried to escape while I had the chance. Tears streamed down my face and I continued
to beg him to release me.
"Please," I sobbed, as if courtesies would make a difference. "Please
don`t hurt me any more. Just let me go."
"Soon, I think," he said, and for an instant I felt a spark of hope. Maybe
he`d had a change of heart. I tried to regain control of myself, intending to plead
harder. Then he continued and the ember died like a match in the wind. "Very soon I
will have sampled all of your fuck holes, my little slut. Soon you won`t have any place I
haven`t fucked or cum in, none.
As he got up and came toward me I kicked out at his crotch in reflex. He reacted
instantly by catching my foot in his hands and twisting it a bit so I was even more off
balance. He pulled off my boot and sock and tossed them aside, then pulled the knife from
its sheath again. I could still feel the sting from his blade`s slide down the front of my
sweater.
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