Paul Gable - Daughter degraded

"No!"

She lurched forward. A sharp chill froze the center of her pussy. The flat of the blade was pressing against her wet slit, rocking back and forth from her clit down to the bottom junction of her cuntlips. Cindy's pussy clamped down hard on the offending knife, her labes cutting themselves on the razor-sharp edge of the blade.

"Yeah, that's it, bitch, come on, move that ass," Jack said, slapping, her ass again for emphasis.

Cindy whined, her head snapping back, the muscles in her arms and legs tensing, pushing against her flesh as the cold blade slid up and down.

Jack wasn't doing anything to her cunt. He wasn't going to cut her up, slice up her pussy. She was doing the damage herself! Her cunt spasmed against the rocking knife! She felt the muscles of her cunt convulsing, forcing the fleshy labes shut, forcing them to cut themselves on the big switchblade.

"Ohhhh."

Her back arched, that position presenting her open cunt eagerly to Jack's stare.

"Yeah, come on, you Goddamned slut. You protect that pussy like it was gold. But, man, when you get hot, you can't wait 'til somethin' comes in to take care of that itch, huh?"

"No, no, it's not true!"

His awful words bit her pride, making her feel lower than the most vile insect on earth. Slowly she became aware of the juice stinging and burning the tiny slits on the edges of her pussy labes. The juice dribbled across the tiny wounds, making her lust increase to a frenzied level. She was feeling lust, desire, an incredible sensation of sexual arousal and all due to this torture, to this degrading humiliation!

Cindy shook her head. What was happening to her was so confusing.

Cindy fought with herself. It just wasn't right! Nothing that was happening to her was right. But she didn't have to flow along with this perverted current, didn't have to encourage these men to do more to her. She could maintain her dignity, her pride, her sense of control. She didn't have to be wagging her ass like she was doing now, feeling the juices flowing from her cunt and wetting down her shivering thighs.

But that was what was happening! Cindy was finding out her body was doing things, strange things over which she had little control.

"Ahhhhhh…"

Cindy's pulse raced. She opened her eyes, looked over her left shoulder and saw Jack hovering over her. He had pulled open his Levi's and was stroking that long, thick cock of his. She remembered it, remembered how it plowed through her cunt, ripped her cherry to pieces, filled her body with such a hot fullness she had nearly passed out with that forbidden joy. And now, now he was going to fuck her again, fuck her with a difference. There was real pain involved now, real danger with that switchblade still playing over her pussy.

"Unghhhh!"

Cindy felt the tip of the dagger playing around the folds of her clit. The searing sensation was inseparable from the thrill of the direct clit-touch. The thought of that sharp, cold blade playing with her cunt drove her wild. Cindy wanted to draw her knees together, to rub her thighs together, bring her off. But instead she kept her thighs spread widely apart, bobbing her ass up and down while Jack played with her clit.

"Ummmm! Ahhhhhhh!"

Cindy's cuntlips were on fire. The constant rush of pussy juice across the wounds was like salt rubbed into cuts. Her head was throbbing, whirling around from confusion. She kept thinking about him shoving the knife into her, killing her.

Cindy felt a rising warmth on her cheeks, her tits, even on her belly. The fiery stinging sensation in her cuntlips and the fear of Jack's knife wound her excitement higher. Cindy hated herself as she thought of his next action. She felt like a whore for having enjoyed fucking with this man and his friends. And all the while they were planning to make a profit from this, showing her pictures all over the smut shops in L.A. and probably throughout the country.

"Yeah, baby, come on, make love to the knife, fuck it, fuck it the way you fucked my dick, the way you wanted the others to fuck your cunt. Shit, you ain't nothin' but a Goddamned fuckin' nympho!"

"No, no, that's not true!"

Tears gathered under her closed lids, oozing out and rolling over her cheeks. No, no, she wasn't all those things. She was a good girl, her mother's little girl. These awful men had confused her, disoriented her with their violence, with their fear inducing conduct. Once she was outside, free of their influence, she would be the same moral young woman she had always been.

"Sure it is, baby, sure it is. Shit, the way your cuntlips are swellin' up, hell, it's like I been fuckin' you for an hour."

To prove his point, Jack stuck in his right forefinger up to the second joint, wiggling it around, scraping the slick insides of her cuntal mouth with the callused tip.

Cindy cried out, her head snapping back while her belly sagged down. The cords stood out in her neck while her thighs shivered with delight. Yes, she was hot, hot enough to fry that finger in her own juices!

"Yeah, good hot little cunt," Jack muttered, scraping his jagged fingernail over the hot, slippery cuntal tissues before pulling it out with a pop.

"Ummmmm!"

Jack moved back to the knife, dragging the tip of the blade back, back, stinging a groove down to the edge of Cindy's cunt mouth.

Don moved the camera in, taking several shots of the knife point touching her labes, moving back, then sliding up to her clit. Buzzing, spinning flashes from her pussy slackened off a bit when Jack moved the switchblade over to the rounded curves of her buttocks.

"Noooo!"

Cindy actually shoved her ass back at Jack. The tip of the knife slipped around the rim of her cunt, then glided past the puckered gray/pink ring of her asshole. He was playing her expertly, touching all the right buttons, turning the young woman into a willing victim. Never before had she done this kind of thing. And, yet, after only a few terrible sessions with these maniacs, Cindy was turning into a pro!

"Noooo!"

Jack was concentrating on her asshole now. With a sudden flash of modesty Cindy wanted to hide her aroused cunt from the men, and especially from the lens of that camera. She shot a quick look over her shoulders at the men. Jack was still stroking his long, red prick, oblivious to her cunthole.

"Nice, bitch, nice hot young bitch," Jack said, greasing down his cock with his pre-cum.

Cindy was shaming herself. Her body was hungry for his hot, thickly veined cock. She wanted to have Jack jam his prick into her sucking, hungry hole. The tender tissues were still raw from the brutal fucking he had given, her earlier that night, but she still wanted to be touched by dickmeat, stretched by his cunt-splitter. It was so confusing, contradictory to everything she had been brought up to believe! But there it was nonetheless. Cindy couldn't deny the feelings racing through her mind and body.

"Fuck it out, bitch, fuck it out!"

Jack now poked the rim of her asshole with his knife blade. He wasn't cutting her, not disfiguring her. But the possibility of that excited Cindy, excited her terribly! The pinprick stabs forced the ring of her shitter inward, nearly breaking the tender flesh. For an instant Cindy let herself imagine the knife was the probing of Jack's dick in her ass.

"Ohhhhh!"

Jack was panting now, actually panting as if he had been fucking her for hours! Jack gripped his dick, his fist moving on his slippery prick faster and faster. He poked the tip of the blade into the puffy furred outer edges of her cuntlips, then slid it back around her buttocks to her convulsing shitter. The tape recorded all her cries, her whimpers, his muffled curses about how much a slut she was.

"No!"

Cindy rolled her hips from side to side, arching and shoving back her asscheeks. The cuts on her pussylips burned. Her entire cuntal area blazed with heat and stung pain, mingling somehow in some mysterious way to create the most wild sense of sexual pleasure the young girl had ever felt!