Minty (9 page)

“Get on your hands and knees.”

She felt him take the knife away and she took a big breath. She turned over, doing as he instructed. The juices from him were slippery on the bed, also sliding down the inside of her legs. She was breathing heavily
—
once more the fear of the dark and the pain had closed in. She felt him move off the bed and she had no idea where he was. She couldn’t hear him. The not knowing, the waiting was terrible threat by itself.

Suddenly his hands were on her hips as he pulled her to him at the edge of the bed. She felt the cold knife run down her back.
No, please no
,
I can make him happy, I can do anything, no more, no pain, not the knife.

“Convince me you love the knife.” The voice was above her.

What did he want? She didn’t understand. Knees bent and her rump in the air, She felt the cold steel going down her back as he stood between her feet behind her.

“Yes.” Her voice was hoarse, hardly above a whisper. “I love the knife.” She was sobbing again, the fear threading through her. She felt the knife against her dry lips.

“Kiss the knife.” Without hesitation, she kissed the blade with the tears pouring down her cheeks. “Now suck on the handle.” He turned the knife. The handle was long and smooth at the butt. It was wrapped in rough leather. He held it to her mouth. She sobbed but put her mouth around the smooth end to suck.

“You can suck better than that if you love the knife.”

She thought of the pain the knife could give, so she reached out, balancing on her knees. With one hand she took his wrist and pulled the handle deeper into her mouth, sucked and tongued it. It had a sweaty taste to it from the man’s hand that had used it over and over, but she didn’t want it used on her, so she sucked as hard as she could. The handle was wide and stretched her mouth but she opened wide to suck to please him. The roughness of the leather wrapping was bruising her lips but she didn’t stop
—
as long as it was in her mouth, it couldn’t cut her.

He pulled the knife out. She was grateful, her mouth sore from being stretched, her lips bruised. She almost screamed out loud as she felt the steel running down her back, the point dragging but not cutting the skin.

“My women like me to fuck them in the ass.” She jerked and every muscle in her body tightened up. The indignities hadn’t ended. The pain hadn’t ended. What always came with the dark hadn’t ended. She could not help it, she fell forward on her face, no longer sobbing, just feeling the terror.

“Are you telling me you love pain better than you love the knife?”

No, no, please no pain
. She was such a coward, no pain. She slowly raised back up on her hands and knees. “I love the knife, Master.” It was the only thing she could think of to say.

“Good, but you must prove it
—
don’t fall, or that will prove you don’t love the knife.”

She said over and over in her head,
I love the knife, I love the knife, I can’t face the pain.
But there was pain, because he took one large hand and wrapped it around one leg at the bend at her hip. Suddenly he inserted the handle into her rectum. She screamed out loud. But she did not fall.

The large handle stretched her, the rough leather tore her skin as it was inserted, but she couldn’t move. She felt the intrusion throughout her lower body. She froze because he left her in this position. She had no idea where he was, but the intrusion was taking all her focus. She was fearing any touch or movement of the knife.

“Do you still love the knife?”

His voice was hypnotic and he touched one of her hanging breasts. She flinched and the flinch caused a tightening of her muscles and the ones around the handle protested. She moaned.

“If that is a
no,
it would make the knife very unhappy.” He touched the knife and she arched her back. He pushed it just a bit deeper and she sobbed but through her sobs she started speaking.

“No, Master, I love the knife, I love the knife, don’t touch it, leave it alone so that I can love it. Please Master, I love the knife.” Oh God, she was such a coward, why could she not fight back, but she knew why. Through her tears she saw the dark and knew the pain that dark brought. This was only a little pain, not the deep pounding pain. As long as the handle was inside her, the knife couldn’t cut her.
Please not the pain.
She must convince him.

“What should I do, Master? To show the knife I love it.” She whimpered. Behind her she heard that sound again as if a great intake of smell.

“Spread your knees further apart and ask me to make you cum. That would make the knife happy.”

She lifted a leg and put her knee out further until she was spread apart. She felt him tap the knife and she groaned.

“Did you groan in pain from the knife?”

She gasped. “No, Master, never, I love the knife.” To her surprise there was a warmth in her that drew her, not to the knife, but to him.

He pushed it in a little more and she bit her lip until she tasted blood.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Master, I love the knife.” She shuddered.

“What do you want now?”

She stuttered. “Please, please make me cum.”

“You forgot something.”

What did he want, what was she supposed to say, her rectum hurt so much, but not as much as the dark and the threat of pain. She remembered.

“Please, Master.”

He did what she requested and she jerked as she came, again. It was ecstasy with pain because each time she had a climax the muscles in her rectum closed around the handle that intruded and locked her open. She was covered with sweat which was turning cold. She still had his semen drying on her legs and finally after one large climax as she reached the peak, he pulled the knife out at the same time and it caused both pain and a shuddering climax throughout her body.

She realized she was curled on her side with her knees up to her chest. She stayed still waiting for the pain and the orders. He didn’t say anything. She couldn’t hear him breathing. She was afraid to move so she just lay curled up waiting for his orders or the pain from the dark. But it went on and on. Nothing happened. Finally she couldn’t stand the suspense. She reached around, feeling the edge of the bed. Very quietly, she sat up with her feet on the cold floor.

“Master, what would you have of me?” She waited for an answer but she didn’t get one. She didn’t know if it meant he was not here or if he just didn’t want to answer. The dark was so black that she shivered.

She stood up, holding her hands out. She moved in what she hoped was a straight line and after about fifteen or twenty tiny steps her hands hit a wall. She felt around and it was just a flat wall. She followed it slowly to the corner, not finding any furniture in her way. She felt and turned the corner. Within a few feet she felt the framing of a door. She felt the hinges, sliding her hand across she found the metal plate where the handle would be, except, wait, no, no, the doorknob was removed.

She had just about decided to pound on the door when the first fiery slash swept across her back. She yelled and moved back towards the corner but another fiery slash swept across her rounded butt, bringing a fierce sting to both cheeks. She turned, backing away to the corner, and the sting hit her stomach. This was what she feared
—
she cried, she screamed. It was not the pounding sticks but it was a stinging slash.

“Please, Master, I am sorry, I didn’t know what to do. Tell me what to do. Anything, I will do anything for you.”
No, no, not pain in the dark. I can’t take pain in the dark, ask me to do anything.

His voice came from across the room. “Beg me to let you suck me.” What did he want? It didn’t matter. Whatever he wanted, yes.

“Master, may I please suck you?” There was silence. There was still a stinging feeling at her back and on her stomach.

“Master, please, please, let me suck you?” There was still no answer.

“Crawl over here, you don’t deserve to walk.” He was right, she had done something wrong in the dark, she had gotten pain. She needed to please him to keep the pain away. She wasn’t sure where he was, but she started crawling forward. Suddenly his hand was in her hair.

“Master, may I suck you?” She was confused. She thought about the pain. She tried again. “Master, may I take your large shaft in my mouth and make you come, please?”

“Call it a cock.”

Yes, call it what he wanted. Start over and say what he wanted to hear. “Master, may I take your large cock in my mouth and make you come, please?”

“Yes, if you swallow.” Oh God, she had never down this, she had no idea how to do it. She wasn’t even sure if she could. If she completed it, she wondered if she could swallow. She thought about the three stings on her body so she reached out.

She found that he was sitting. He pulled her forward on her knees. There it was, his large erection stretching out towards her. She shuddered, though of all the things she had done this night in order to live with the pain and the dark, she knew she was going to do this with a touch of interest.

She leaned forward and stretched her mouth around the large bulb of his manhood. She let her hair fall down over his legs. She took both hands. Hoping she was doing the right thing she began to rub up and down on the shaft. She felt the hardness hidden beneath the outer flesh that moved gently, as she stroked up and down. She sucked as much as she could on the double rounded top.

She tried not to think of the indignity, but perhaps this was not necessarily a problem. Had he not put his mouth on her? Did this not have some feel of something besides just an act? She felt him respond to some movements of her hands, so she repeated those, knowing they pleased him. She got brave, took one hand to reach down to the two sacks hanging below. As she gathered the two large balls she heard his deep intake of breath. She knew this indeed pleased him, so she rolled the balls and sucked harder. She ran her hand up and down. She felt a strange hard tightening of the balls and his legs. He put a hand on her head so she couldn’t pull back. Then the burst of his seed was pumping out, into her mouth. She tried to swallow. Some went down her throat, but there was too much, too fast, so it poured out and down her chin, down her chest. Finally he let go of her.

She did not know what to do so she sat and waited and shivered. She was thinking about the fact that inside, something felt good. Strange.

“I am going to do a couple of things to you.” He finally got up and quietly moved around her. She sat still on her heels. What more could he do to her? She had his fluids all over her and she was an emotional wreck. Her body was totally tired and sore.

He pulled her arms behind her and he tied her wrists together. She didn’t resist. He put some type of mask over her eyes. Again she didn’t resist but she couldn’t understand the need. He picked her up in his arms and carried her into another room. She knew it was different because it felt colder. By the echoes, there was a feeling it was smaller. He sat her on a counter that was cold against her skin, then she heard water running and recognized the sounds of a shower.

The mask over her eyes kept her blind, so she did not know if there was light in here or not, but he moved her into the shower. He surprised her by very gently washing her down. He shampooed her hair, softly worked suds onto her body, under her arms, between her legs. He slowly worked the soap between her rear cheeks then down to her feet, even between her toes. She felt him adjusting the water to rinse her off. He took her out, used towels to dry her off. He wrapped her up
—
the dry towel felt so good. He took her out and sat her on the floor near a wall. She heard him moving around but she had no idea what he was doing.

* * * *

What he was doing was putting the room back in order. He took the blankets off the windows and put the knobs on the doors. He moved the furniture back in. He stripped the sheets, found clean ones and made up the bed. He put the used sheets by the front door because he was taking them with him, along with a vial of blood.

Once he had the bed made he picked her up and put her in it, covering her up carefully. He got dressed. Taking her clothes, he hung them up carefully over a chair, except for the cut panties that he also was taking. As his last act, he went back to her. She was resting on her side, but he removed the ties on her wrists and the mask over her eyes. He sent her into a deeper sleep that would let her get some real relaxation. He put a suggestion that would give her some good rest without nightmares for the next several weeks.

He sat and looked down at her. He gave her a gentle kiss.

“Goodbye, sweet Minty. I am afraid you have ruined me for females for a very long time, but we all have to live with our demons, I will have to live with mine. A very beautiful one.” He gathered up everything, went out, making sure everything was locked and all the lights were on, including the TV without voice. He drove slowly back to Rex’s apartment.

He was sure he had covered all bases when it came to Minty. Unfortunately he missed one important item. He missed the nightwalker in the shadows that watched him leave. The rogue looked at the taillights of the sedan as they disappeared down the street and looked up at the apartment with all the lights blazing. What was so important up there?