R/T/M (16 page)

     I take the knife and I put the tip on her ribcage behind or beneath her left breast.   I drag the tip, curving along the line of her ribs, underneath her breast into the center of her chest, then did a slow, welt-raising spiral around her left breast, nearing her nipple which would be the center.

     I didn’t scrape her nipple with the knife.   Her nipple was as hard as it could be in anticipation of the knife tip, so I grabbed an ice cube from the small bowl of ice cubes and pressed it against the tip of her nipple.   She gasped and said, “Ice!”.   I was sick of her second guessing me so I slapped her in the face.   My right hand to her left cheek.   I didn’t do it very hard, so it was more like a pat.   I didn’t want to really hurt her and
slapping girls in the face wasn’t really something I was into.   But she got the message.

     I did the same thing to her right side and breast, then I knee-walked a little bit down.

     I put the tip of the knife on her abdomen about navel height and dragged the knife down the top of her right leg, all the way down to the top of her foot.   She knew she had to control the urge to respond to the tickling or the knife would break her skin.   On the way back up I did the inside of her leg, up the side of her calf, slowing down after I passed her knee, stopping at the seam where her thigh met her trunk.   Same thing with the left leg.

     I took the knife and put the tip on her perineum.   You know that place between you legs that that’s not your genitals, but isn’t your asshole?   I dragged the knife up along the left side of her outer vaginal lips which were a bit puffy from arousal, but still were flat enough to drag the knife up.   I could see between her lips glistening with pussy drool with a little sliver of her pink interior.   I dragged the knife back down the right side of her pussy lips.   I thought about slipping the knife inside her like a sheathe, and fucking her with it a little, but the tip was sharp and I didn’t want to hurt her.   Plus I still wanted to fuck her, and stabbing her in the cunt would probably mean a trip to the hospital.

     Instead I knee-walked back and grabbed her ankles and crossed my arms over, right over left or left under right, whichever you prefer and flipped her over onto her stomach.

     I put her ankles together which closed her legs and I straddle-walked up on my knees till I was sitting on the backs of her thighs.

     I had a raging, pulsing, rock-hard hard-on and I really wanted to get naked and sandwich it, cradled in her ass cheeks but I resisted the impulse, preferring discipline.   I didn’t want to be distracted by the urge to penetrate her while I was working.

   I switched the dull-bladed knife for a matte knife.   You know, the kind you use to cut linoleum?   I leaned down and whispered into her ear,
“Be careful.   This one’s really sharp.”

     I lightly traced a line from the place in her neck where here hairline ended down her spine.   Since the blade was so sharp I didn’t have to press at all, I just held the blade loosely and dragged it and it raised welts which were deep enough that every now and then some little droplets of blood would rise.

     I made about a dozen lines from her shoulders down to her lower back.

     Then I straddle-walked down on my knees so I was perched over her ankles and dragged a few lines from her lower back, down over her butt, and down the center of each leg.   She wriggled when the blade was being dragged over her ass and when it went across her hamstrings.

     I moved back up and sat on the back of her knees and asked, “Ready?”

     I slowly, line by line, carved the word WHORE in capital letters across the small of her back.

     Like a fucking tramp stamp.

     I didn’t cut it deep enough so that I could see the inside of her skin, mind you.

     Just deep enough so that it drew blood and I knew it would scab up and leave a mark for a while.

     Maybe it would scar.   Maybe it wouldn’t.   What the fuck did I care?

     When I was done, I got up off of her and closed the matte knife and grabbed her ankles and flipped her onto her back.

     I grabbed a
few pins from the little clear plastic box of them on the nightstand and an alcohol swab from the little stack of them I stole from the First Aid Kit at work.   I clamped the pins between my lips and I tore open the alcohol patch, extracting the damp little cotton square.   I rubbed it in a little circle on a spot on her abdomen a couple inches under her left ribline.

    
I took one of the pins from between my lips and pinched it between my right thumb and forefinger.   I hunched down and put the point of the pin against her skin.   I pushed the pin in and it went into her skin and she cried out like a whimper.   I tried to push the pin through so it poked out, but it wanted to go straight into her abdomen.   I repositioned the pin and pushed up a little ridge of skin and pushed the pin with a steady pressure until it popped out the other side of the ridge I had pushed up.   A tiny bead of blood came out of either hole and the bump of skin was pink in contrast to the pallor of the rest of her abdomen.   I was satisfied with the way it came out, to I wiped a circle on around the same spot under her right ribline.

     I did the same thing and I did it repeatedly, making a line about four to six pins going down from her ribcage to her waistline.   I made sure to put them in going side to side instead of up and down because I didn’t want them cutting into me in case I decided to fuck her while they were still in.

     When I finished my pattern, I sat back to admire it.   I had broken a sweat.   Pushing those pins through wasn’t fucking easy.   I grabbed an ice cube and rubbed it between my hands till they were a little damp and cool and I wiped my left hand across my forehead and held the ice-cube in my right hand and dabbed it on top of each little pink bump of skin, hoping to ease the pain she was no doubt experiencing a little.   I wasn’t thinking ahead, because that probably made them hurt even worse when I took the pins out.

     I took them out in the order that I put them in, pinching the head and drawing them out.   It must have hurt, because each time I took one out she would hiss, sucking air in through her teeth and whimper a little.

     When I got all of the pins out, I tore open another alcohol pad and wiped the welts.   That must have hurt too because there was more hissing and some writhing.   But hey, I just didn’t want the little wounds to get infected.

     I threw the alcohol pad aside and grabbed her ankles and flipped her back onto her stomach.

     The blood on her new name tag had started to crust up a little where the congealing hadn’t been rubbed off by her squirming.

     I closed her legs with her ankles again and I grabbed the duct tape and tore off a strip about two feet.

     I held the strip of tape between my teeth and grabbed her right arm by the wrist and pulled it down behind her to the small of her back.   I held her arm at the small of her back with my right and grab her left wrist with my left hand and bring it down across her right wrist.   I hold them both in place with my left hand against the small of her back and grabbed the tape from between my teeth with the right.

     I stick the tape to the inside of her left wrist and wrap it tightly around her wrists, cinching them together.

     I grab another strip of tape and I put it over her mouth and pat it down and she huffs through her nose.

     I don’t want to hear her shit-talking.

     This one’s for me.

     I get up off of her and walk over towards where I keep my clothes.

     I take off my clothes and pick up a black silk necktie.

     I get up on the bed and straddle the outside of the back of her thighs with the inside of mine on my knees.   I angle my dick down and put the head in her.   It’s no problem getting in because she’s all slimey and gooey with pussy drool
.

    I get down on top of her and I fuck her h
ard and steady.

    It’s great.   Warm and wet.   I grab a fistful of her hair and pull the back of her head back, arching her back.   This makes her tighten up and it feels even better.   I fuck her faster and when I feel like I’m getting to where I’m about to cum I let go of her hair and her face hits the pillows and she turns her head to the side and huffs air in and out through her nose.

     I reach over and grab the necktie and wrap it around her neck.   I warp it around once and hold the loose ends in my right hand.   I pull the ends back and her head comes back.   Just tight enough that she can move her head around to relieve the pressure if she needs to.   My dick is still all greased up with her lubricating juices and I put the tip against her asshole.   She makes an “Mph!” sound which could be an objection but I don’t care.   She said she likes it in her ass every now and then, I’m just making her put her money where her mouth is.   Well, not exactly, but you get the idea.

     I squeeze my dick into her
, accompanied by some more “Mph”-ing, and I feel my rod pry her asshole open.   I think I’d be able to tell if I accidentally broke her asshole.   After I get the head in, the shaft’s no problem, but I let it sink in slowly until my abdomen is pressed against her ass and my balls are resting on her pressed together thighs.

     I fuck her asshole smoothly and slowly matching my rhythm to my breathing.   I’m in no rush.  It feels great.   For me, at least.   I take a nice long time, gradually picking up the pace and pulling gradually tighter on the ends of the tie like a bridle.   I really put the spurs to her, fucking her ass like I usually fuck her pussy, bringing it out till just the head is in, then driving it back in.    I feel my orgasm approaching and I pull the ends of the tie so her head is arched all the way back.   Her body tightens up and she writhes and bucks and then it sounds like she’s holding her breath as I cum in her ass.

     When I finish cumming inside her I let go of the tie and her head boofs into the pillows.

    
It takes me a minute to notice that she’s not moving.   Or breathing.

    
I gasp, “Shit!” and I flip her over and pry the tie off of her neck.

    
Her body’s all slack, but still warm, I rip the tape off of her eyes and she’s got raccoon eyes from her mascara and her eyes are half-closed and sort of rolled back into her head.

     I slap her across the face to try to bring her around, but her head just lolls over.

     I pinch her nose and put my mouth over hers and I blow a deep breath into her mouth.

     I feel her lungs inflate and her chest rise and her nipples come up and touch my chest but she’s still out and her tongue is just lolling about in her slack mouth.

     I give her another breath but that doesn’t work and I hear myself say, “Come on!   Come on!” like they do in the TV shows.

     I wonder if I’m going to have to start giving her fucking chest compressions and give her another breath.

     Her eyes pop open and she jerks to life and I get off her and she starts wheezing in air and coughing and her hands shoot up and massage her throat.

     I’m sitting on the bed and I say, “Jesus Christ!   I thought you were fucking dead.”

     She doesn’t say anything, she just breathes heavily, swallowing audibly every now and then until she catches her breath.

   
I say, “Man, I am so sorry.”, but she just gets up and walks over to the bathroom.

     I shrug and reach for my cigarettes.

     I’m not gonna go chasing after her.

     She’s naked and she doesn’t have a car.   Where’s she gonna go?

     I lay down on the bed with an arm behind my head and the ashtray on my stomach.

     I hear the bathroom fan.   Then the toilet flush.   Then the sink running.

     She comes out of the bathroom, turning off the light and the whirring sound stops.

     The chant music is still playing in the background and the air is smoky.

     Her face has some color in it and she washed the mascara out of her eyewells.

     I was looking at her face, but she wouldn’t meet my look.

     She just climbed into bed and pulled the covers over her shoulder, curling up with her back to me.

     That was a new one.   Usually she slept drape
d all over me like a cat and I’d wake up and her face would be in my armpit and I’d laugh to myself.

     Whatever.

     I finished my cigarette, pulling hard on the last drag and snubbed it out, reached over and put the ashtray on the nightstand and pulled the chain on the bedside lamp and went to sleep.

     The next morning I woke up first and puttered around.   Got on my computer.   Checked my e-mail, MySpace, whatever.

     She slept in.   Either that or she had died overnight, but I figured I’d know it.

     I went upstairs and made some pop tarts, chocolate filled chocolate with chocolate icing, and washed them down with a cool glass of lowfat chocolate milk.

     While I was upstairs I could hear her get up and fumble around downstairs.

     I figure maybe she was waiting till I left my room to get up.