Paul Gable - A mother enslaved

Max was humming an old country-and-western song, moving the tip of the knife now around her shoulderblade, then dragging it down the center of her spine over the bumps until he was at the upper curves of her ass-cheeks. Lydia wanted to cry, wanted to scream out her horror. But she was afraid to make the slightest move. He would hurt her, pierce her flesh, she thought, if she more than quivered slightly under the touch.

"Oh, oh!"

He was down her ass-crack now, twisting the knife around so the cutting edges of the knife were against her ass-cheeks. She felt the cool smooth polished steel rubbing up against her ass-cheeks, finally touching her asshole. Lydia screwed her face into a terrible mask of concentration, humping her ass from side to side, then tucking it under in a vain attempt to run away from the taunting knife. Max laughed again, his breathing becoming more and more labored. For a moment Lydia felt the knife pull away from her.

She let out a low breath of relief, her body sagging toward the mattress. She drew in her elbows protectively, daring to turn her head around to see what Max was up to next. Suddenly she felt a shocking chill right at the center of her pussy! The woman jumped, her eyes starting from her head while her knees tucked under another inch.

He was pressing the flat of the blade against her wet cunt-slit, rocking it from her clit down to the bottom junction of her cunt-lips. Lydia gasped, feeling her cunt-muscles cinch down tight against the offending cold knife. No! No! That was the wrong thing to do, she thought to herself, feeling her cunt-lips cutting themselves against the blade. But the closing action was beyond her control. She bit her lower lip, tasting blood as the razor-sharp edges cut into the woman's pussy-lips.

"Man, that's hot," he breathed, rocking the knife back and forth. "When a woman's pussy does somethin' like that, she's hot. How long's it been since a guy's fucked you, bitch?"

She would give him no answer. He didn't need one from her. He had it right there in the way her body was reacting to his cruelty. He was moving the point of the thing up to her clit now, rubbing the sharp edge against the tiny beating organ until the woman thought she would faint from pleasure. Pleasure? Yes, yes, that was the right word. All the pain, all the fear was working odd things in her body, making her feel wanted, desired, hated and loved all at the same time! And how she enjoyed that feeling! As much as Lydia wanted to run from the blade, she wanted to feel the knife-sharp edges pierce her clit even more.

Lydia lowered her head, pressing her forehead against the pillow under her. She felt a pulse leap through her throat while her nipples slipped over the mattress top. She arched her back, stretching her spine while pushing her ass against the big man behind her. The continued touch and chill of the steel against her cunt sent streamers of incredible hot delight blasting through her cunt. Slowly, Lydia became very conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her cunt-lips. The stinging of her cunt-juice burning into them made her heat all the more intense. Lydia found a hotter, more concentrated lust flowing from her crotch, making all her muscles throb in time with the beating of her stiffened clit.

"No, no, this isn't right… it just isn't!" Lydia moaned into the pillow.

"Anything's right… with me, bitch!" Max corrected, pushing the knife even harder against her cunt and making Lydia both glad and sorry she had answered that ad in the swinger's newspaper.

Lydia swung her head from side to side, her long hair sweeping over her arms. The ropes were cutting cruelly into her wrist flesh, the wounds stinging from the sweat burning into them. Still it was nothing compared to the sensation of the knife's tip rubbing up now against her clit.

She could feel it slicing teasingly into the slick red folds, pricking them, then cutting into them. The hot, searing agony was inseparable from the electric thrill of the direct contact. The woman thought she would have a heart attack from the flow of lust busting through her!

"Like it? Like havin' your ass pricked this way, slut? That's what you've been hopin' for all along, right baby?"

She would never admit to something like that ever… not to him, certainly. But in her heart of hearts Lydia knew he was right. She felt him dragging the sharpened tip of the blade back now, stinging a groove down to her thigh, then bringing it back to her clit. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit grew worse and worse! Lydia bit her lip again until it bled, trying to regain come sort of control of herself while her ass-cheeks flexed and clenched uncontrollably.

Sweat rolled down from under her arms, gathering around her knees while her tits swayed sexily back and forth, the nipples brushing up against the mattress top. Lydia's elbows bent out while she bounced her ass up against the invading knife. Oh, oh, if only she could control herself better! But as the aid blade warmed against her cunt-meat, the only thing the woman could think of was cock-meat – inches and inches of cock-meat just behind her, that fat head ready to explode with jizz while Max toyed with her pussy!

Max moved the blade again, pressing the flat end of it against her shifter and rocking it down until the sharpened ends cut into her asshole. Lydia snapped her head up, feeling a spasm rattle through her cunt while air escaped from her overheated cunt.

"So, you like it that way, huh? You're even fartin' because you can't stand it," Max laughed.

Lydia was shaming herself, she knew. Turning partially around, she could see Max stroking himself, greasing down that long meaty prick with the jizz oozing from his piss-slit. She licked her dry lips, feeling her throat tighten even more as she dragged in another raspy breath of air. Oh yes, yes, she would have given anything to have him fuck her… fuck her just the way that knife was toying and fucking her! She wanted to have that animal jam his cock into her hungry cunt. The slick, itchy tissues were aching for his touch for that rub of his cock-meat. She could almost feel her cunt stretching itchily around that fat prick jerking behind her.

He was poking the blade against the rim of her whole. Lydia gasped at the touch, jerking her ass back. The itchy stabs forced the slick ring of her shitter inward. He was breaking the wrinkled skin. For an instant the woman closed her eyes and groaned, letting herself imagine how it would feel having his cock up her ass!

Max was panting heavily now, still jacking off. His fist moved like a piston over his prick, the dark-blue veins throbbing and standing out against his cock-skin. He was poking the tip of the knife into her puffy cunt-lips, sliding the weapon then into her ass-cheeks. Lydia thought she would die feeling so good, so shamed, bound and yet free. The woman shook her head, rolling her hips from side to side, arching and thrusting her lush ass-cheeks back at him.

"Yeah, that's it, move that ass!" Max whispered, backhanding her ass-cheeks with his fist, then bringing the knife back against her ass-cheeks.

Lydia felt her cunt and shitter blaze with stinging pain and lust. Her clit burned and itched while her sphincters continued to snap shut on thin air. Her body was glistening with perspiration while Max moved up closer behind her, reaching down toward the floor with his free hand.

What was around her throat? She reared back while her eyes popped from her head. That belt! Oh God in heaven, Max had picked up the belt from the floor and slipped it over her throat, pulling back on both ends as if it were a set of reins! The knife fell to the floor with a clatter while his cock jabbed blindly at her cunt-lips and asshole. He was choking her, pulling back harder, sliding the smooth black leather like a saw back and forth over her windpipe as if he wanted to cut through to her neck bone!