Minty (15 page)

Alex held out his hand. Minty took it, stood, and let him lead her under the stairs to another set of stairs that went down and into a recessed hall. This hall turned, going lower, stretching out before them. The lights hanging overhead spread along its the length. But instead of proceeding he stopped at the first door and opened it.

She held back
—
it was a dark hole. There was no light beyond the opening.

“Are you frightened?”

She still held back
—she
couldn’t take her eyes off the dark opening.

“Master, it is dark.”

“Are you frightened?”

“Yes, Master, could we not go back, please?”

“See, now you must be punished twice. You neglected the knife, you forget it, left it alone. Now you hold back when I want you to go forward into this room. Am I not your Master? Do I not take your fear, your pain and make it a part of us? Take the knife and go into the darkness. Accept your pain.”

She hung her head down and slowly went into the dark, the panic and the pain. She needed this, she needed him, she needed the knife. She tried not to shake, but the trembling started immediately.

“What would you have me do, Master?” The panic hit her stomach as he shut the door, enclosing her in blackness. No, no, wait, she knew her Master and she knew the knife. She could do this.

“Strip
—
in the darkness, you are mine, always naked.”

She immediately started taking off her clothes. She kicked off her shoes, holding the knife. She pulled off her top which left her awkwardly unhooking her bra. Last she removed her jeans and panties. She felt him near her and thought he was removing his clothes. She had already accepted he could see in the dark.

“You neglected the knife, it feels very sad and very angry. Ask me to punish you, beg me to punish you.”

Oh no, no the pain, not in the dark.
Perhaps he wanted sex. Yes sex. She would think of sex.

“You think sex would be a punishment? Sex is a reward. Now stand and put your hands above your head. No matter what happens, do not lower your hands.”

She sucked in a breath, but she quickly put her arms over her head, folding them above and wrapping them so that she was holding her arms tightly together above her head. She still clutched the knife.

“Now spread your legs
—
no, you can push your feet further apart. Yes, that is better, what do you feel?”

She gasped air, she felt so exposed in the dark. She felt he could see her. She felt panic, helpless, but she could move
—
but no, she couldn’t move, or he would hurt her. The dark was moving in. Where was he? He was not saying anything and he was not touching her?

“Master, what would you have me do?” she questioned, but the panic was starting to really grip her, the muscles of her stomach tightening, her thighs trembling.

“I would have you stand and not move no matter what I do to you, no matter how I invade you, no matter what pain I give you. First I want you to kiss the knife.”

He pulled the knife from her hand. He was so close she could tell he was also naked. He took the knife, placed the flat silver blade to her lips, and she kissed the blade with passion but he didn’t remove it.

“It needs cleaning, lick it.”

She gripped her elbows over her head tighter and took a deep breath, she could do this,
please yes, no pain,
she could lick the blade clean. She reached out her tongue and drew it along the blade, her stomach clinching at the thought of whose blood and dirt she was pulling into her mouth. She gagged but swallowed and licked as he turned the knife over so that she could clean the other side.

“Open your mouth and bite down on the blade so that you can hold it in your mouth. Careful, it is sharp and will cut your tongue.”

She felt the blade laid flat between her lips. She bit down on it. She shuddered, pulled her tongue back but found it difficult to swallow.

Now he had a grip on each of the nubs of her breasts. They had tightened up from her fear. He held each between a thumb and a finger.

“No matter what happens you may not lower your arms. Say
thank you, Master.”

She drew in air through her flaring nostrils and felt her thighs tremble in fright. But she had to keep him happy. “Thank you, Master.”

“No matter what happens you may not drop the knife. Say
thank you, Master.”

Oh no, he was going to hurt her, the dark always brought pain. She was standing naked, legs apart, hands stretched wrapped over her head, the dangerous sharp knife in her mouth, a threat to her lips and tongue. The panic began to build. She knew he could feel it. She had to answer him.

“Thank you, Master.”

He viciously twisted both breasts and she moaned, leaned forward, brought one knee up. He waited until she caught her breath and could stand back up, but she didn’t drop the knife.

Inside her mind the panic was in full roll.
No, no, don’t. Stand back up, keep your arms up, the dark the dark. Put your legs apart, please him. Make the pain stop. Please.
Where was he. The dark the pain. No, no. I can stand this.

She felt his hand slide between her legs, pushing between her wet lips. She felt her own heat as she responded to him as he rocked her with his hand, finding her tight nub, rolling it. He slipped two fingers inside her. She felt she couldn’t get enough air but she couldn’t drop the knife. She heard the noise of her nostrils as she sucked air in.

As he worked his hand roughly in and out, she felt an orgasm start to build. She heard a noise behind her and panic hit her. The dark, the pain, her body acting on its own, she couldn’t control it. Was there someone else here?
No, no, please just keep him happy, do whatever he asks, keep the knife happy.
She touched the knife with her tongue. The cold metal was the trigger
—
she came, she jerked as her muscles jerked. She fought not to fall and not to lower her arms.

She was beginning to feel stress. She felt the pull in the muscles of her arms above her head.
No no, keep them up.
The dark pain would be so much worse.

“Did you like that? I didn’t give you permission to have pleasure. If you enjoyed that I would have to give you pain.”

No, no, please no pain.
“No, Master, I didn’t enjoy that. What would you have me do?”

He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her forward. She realized he had sat down and was pulling her forward with her legs outside of his. He sat her on his knees, than he leaned down and began to suck on one breast, then the other.

It felt so good but she was afraid to say anything, so she stayed still, her legs stretched outside his as he sucked each breast back and forth. Her arms were beginning to ache, being wrapped over her head. She gripped the knife tighter, afraid that it might slip from the moisture in her mouth sliding around it.

He slowly started pulling his legs apart, stretching her own legs further and further apart. Finally she was astraddle him, hanging open in the air with her knees on his legs. He had a hand around her waist to steady her but he had a hand below, intruding into her without warning. She didn’t even hagve time to think of pain. She came with a shudder.

She felt him take the knife from her mouth.

“Ask me to give you pain, ask the knife to love you.”

Oh God, no. Please no
. She shuddered and the muscles of her stomach were so knotted they were in constant pain. She felt the handle being inserted into her vagina. She gasped but it wasn’t too bad, as she was wet, slick from the need. He just put it in a short way. She wondered why he hesitated, pulling it back out.

“That was just to get it moist. This will hurt more than the first time because of your position. Your hip bones are closer. Please feel free to scream.”

Suddenly he pushed the handle into her tight rectum and she did scream. The pain was searing. She fell forward against his chest, her arms flailing, tossing her head back. He reached down. With the precision of an artist he moved it again until she screamed once more. He touched her elsewhere. She flinched in the dark as she did not know where he was going to touch her and she just could only cry. She felt the need to plead and hold onto his chest. Yet he was awakening something else in her. Her body was responding to the pain, a better pain than what had happened in the other dark. Like the Master he was, he was retraining her.

“If you make yourself come, I will remove the knife because the knife will know you love it as your body clutches it during the orgasm.”

Oh no, please no.
“Master, I want to please you, can I not suck your cock? Can I not climb on you and fuck you over and over? I will let you lie still and I will consume you, Master, and you can strike me, you can bring me another type of pain.”

“Yes, I will let you do all of that, right after you make yourself come. The knife is waiting.”

Oh no,
this was going to hurt. Yet he was teaching her that the pain was what she needed to keep away in the dark. Why was he doing this to her? She sobbed, but slowly reached down between her legs. She felt the wet heat as she placed her fingers on the flesh that was exposed. She slowly rubbed with the one hand as the other rested on his broad chest. He leaned back and she leaned forward with his great body. She began to run her fingers more quickly over her two spread lips, feeling his muscled chest under one hand, the nub she was teasing begin to rise up in response to her other fingers.

He reached up and took her breasts in his large hands. It was as if he just needed to feel the fullness as he kneaded them, rolling the soft flesh within his fingers. Every roll of the soft flesh, he would catch a nipple between fingers, causing a pinching sensation.

She worked faster, crying, gasping, knowing as the muscles began to tighten, the feeling of deep pain in the muscles clutching the knife, all the way to her breasts, a searing pain, the pain of dark.
No no, please.
She came and she screamed again, except her throat was sore. It was a hoarse scream. She didn’t know when he removed the knife because she was up beside him, lying on a bed. She had no memory of moving or if he had carried her.

“Master, what can I do for you.” She felt him lean towards her to place a soft kiss on her cheek that shocked her.

“I have filled until I am saturated with your pain. You may get on top of me to fuck me now.”

Grateful yet still fearful of the dark, she reached down, pleased to find his large arousal. He seemed to always be ready to enter her. She struggled to raise up so that she could slowly straddle him, high enough to get the end of the cock to her. When she was in position, he reached up, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her sharply downward, completely onto the full length.

She lost her breath in one complete gasp as she felt the large cock pushing into her deeper than she had ever felt any man or anything any doctor had every used. She was filled until it pushed against the top of her cervix. He held her there for a long period then began to raise her up, letting her slide back down. She leaned forward, putting her hands on the thick muscles of his arms. He lifed her up and let her down and she hung on as she rode the shaft, hoping to please him, feeling his heat pass into her. She felt a build-up of her own, after all she had gone through. As he came to his release with his seed pumping hotly into her, she had another climax, finally making her so weak she fell forward on his chest.

“Tell your Master what would cause you pain that would allow you the dark?”

She shuddered but felt she needed to answer. “Master, if you give me some small pain until the dark leaves, I will know you and the knife are protecting me. The dark can’t cause me the pain I fear. No one else can give me pain.”

He was silent for a moment, then got up to return with his belt. He raised her to a sitting position. He placed the knife on her breast with the tip over one breast and the handle over the over. He brought her hand up to hold the knife in place while he wrapped his leather belt around her. He brought the belt up under her arms and carefully strapped it over her breasts. Once the belt was across the knife to hold the knife into position, he began to tighten the belt. Within a couple of pulls the belt was in place, pushing the knife into her breasts. The soft globes of her breasts were squeezed out below and above the knife held by the belt. She took a shallow breath. The knife bit into her breast with cruelty. The narrow belt bit into the soft flesh under her arms. He pulled it one more inch causing her to give a small grunt. He latched the buckle. He lay down, taking her into his arms to lie down beside him.

She shuddered as the pain of the belt with the knife cut into her breasts. She tried not to move.

“Thank me. Tell me how good it feels to have the knife so close to protect you.”

She took a breath that hurt, letting her mind answer. Her pride was always buried or stripped away when she was with him.
“Thank you, Master. It does feel good to know where the knife is to protect me.”

“Good, now we sleep.”

She felt the pain of the knife and the belt, but she felt no pain from the panic. She moved as close to him as possible for warmth. She actually fell asleep.