Cindy dug her fingernails into the couch cushions, trying to muster all the courage she could. Please, God, please, don't let this happen to me!
Jack pressed a small black button and the six-inch blade snapped out, the cracking sound chilling Cindy's blood.
'Hit the tape.'
Cindy heard the clicking of a button and knew she was now being recorded. She could only imagine just how lucrative this field was. How many other girls had been put through this? Once more Cindy thought of the headlines telling of young women found beaten and dumped in canyons near Los Angeles. She shivered with revulsion, knowing she would be one of those victims now.
'Ohhhhhh…'
Jack was running the point of the knife along the sole of Cindy's right foot. She gasped, her toes curling protectively. If she wouldn't have been so frightened it would have tickled.
Jack held the black wood handle in the easy, accustomed grip of two fingers and his thumb. It was apparent he had been through this before. Glancing to the right to make sure Don had the camera on him, he moved the knife in a broad angle, slicing a thin line across Cindy's right buttock.
Cindy screamed, throwing herself violently against the back of the couch. She started to get up. But Jack was ready for her, grabbing her by the back of the neck and forcing her back down. Whimpering, her face flushed and wrinkled with worry, Cindy tried to inch away from the sharp pain.
'Oh no, no, please!' she whispered, her shoulders shaking with terror.
Behind her, the tape-recorder picked up her uneven breathing, her pants of fear, her pleas for mercy. This was going to be a good tape, a good filming session for Jack and his cronies.
'Oh, please put that knife away!'
Jack licked his lips. The cut had made a small flesh wound. He loved watching Cindy shaking with terror, enjoyed seeing her flesh crawl, her nipples grow long and turgid. Fear and pain and pleasure-related somehow in the same way as love and hate. When pushed to the ultimate, the body goes haywire and what would be thought of as agony suddenly becomes delight. Jack had seen it happen time and time again, and, he was still fascinated by it.
'Wh-what are you going to do to me?'
She heard no answer. The silence was more maddening, more horrifying than the mast terrible answer she could have imagined. She didn't dare look back at Jack. She tried closing her eyes, blocking out the scene going on behind her. But that was impossible. She could hear the men breathing heavily, hear the whirring of the tape recorder as Jack inched closer behind her.
Cindy held the side of her face against one of the pillows. Jack licked his lips as he studied the firm, round white swell of her buttocks. The quivering in her ass muscles made the smooth globes move tightening, relaxing, then tightening again.
Jack breathed a little harder. His deep, uneven breaths seemed to fill the room.
'Get that ass up higher, bitch,' he barked, slapping her ass hard with one hand.
Her asscheeks jiggled, flashing hot under that attack. Cindy cried out, biting the pillow, edging her knees up under her tits and angling her ass up when all she wanted to do was sink out of sight, to disappear, to die rather than listen to him.
Slowly, reluctantly, Cindy brought her knees up farther, raising her buttocks in the air. The wet, sticky line of her pussy crack was exposed.
Cindy heard another click of the camera.
CHAPTER SEVEN
'Now, baby, now you're gonna get it.'
Jack's voice was trembling, growing deep with each passing second. Was it for the benefit of that tape turning around and around behind them or was he getting into this, getting off on tormenting her? Cindy guessed it was a little of both.
'Oh.' Her eyes widened, her jaw slackened as she felt the tip of the switchblade slide across one asscheek.
Cindy trembled. The arc it followed went from the outside, then moved up toward her waist. He trailed it back and forth there before bringing it down to the curve where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased as the sharp point slid closer and closer to her pussy.
Mentally Cindy tried to picture what was happening, how the knife was moving along her body, touching her flesh. She curled her fingers, digging them into the couch cushions, tearing at the material as she tried to prepare herself for the ordeal ahead. She wanted to weep, to wail and beat her fists against the couch, to become hysteric. But she knew that the slightest move would put the knife blade through her skin.
Cindy's pussy opened in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced along the outer line of her labes. She felt the steel edge pushing aside the blonde cuntal curls, teasing her sensitive flesh. The soft, moist vulnerability of the area terrified her. Was he going to cut out her pussy? Cindy felt a trickle of juice ooze from her slit. It was so confusing! What had happened back there in that room with her and the others was still stoking her pussy hot. She thought of the two men, thought of what they had done to her and had wanted to do to her – she shivered.
'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.
