'Unghhhh!'
Cindy felt the tip of the dagger playing around the folds of her clit. The searing sensation was inseparable from the thrill of the direct clit-touch. The thought of that sharp, cold blade playing with her cunt drove her wild. Cindy wanted to draw her knees together, to rub her thighs together, bring her off. But instead she kept her thighs spread widely apart, bobbing her ass up and down while Jack played with her clit.
'Ummmm! Ahhhhhhh!'
Cindy's cuntlips were on fire. The constant rush of pussy juice across the wounds was like salt rubbed into cuts. Her head was throbbing, whirling around from confusion. She kept thinking about him shoving the knife into her, killing her.
Cindy felt a rising warmth on her cheeks, her tits, even on her belly. The fiery stinging sensation in her cuntlips and the fear of Jack's knife wound her excitement higher. Cindy hated herself as she thought of his next action. She felt like a whore for having enjoyed fucking with this man and his friends. And all the while they were planning to make a profit from this, showing her pictures all over the smut shops in L.A. and probably throughout the country.
'Yeah, baby, come on, make love to the knife, fuck it, fuck it the way you fucked my dick, the way you wanted the others to fuck your cunt. Shit, you ain't nothin' but a Goddamned fuckin' nympho!'
'No, no, that's not true!'
Tears gathered under her closed lids, oozing out and rolling over her cheeks. No, no, she wasn't all those things. She was a good girl, her mother's little girl. These awful men had confused her, disoriented her with their violence, with their fear inducing conduct. Once she was outside, free of their influence, she would be the same moral young woman she had always been.
'Sure it is, baby, sure it is. Shit, the way your cuntlips are swellin' up, hell, it's like I been fuckin' you for an hour.'
To prove his point, Jack stuck in his right forefinger up to the second joint, wiggling it around, scraping the slick insides of her cuntal mouth with the callused tip.
Cindy cried out, her head snapping back while her belly sagged down. The cords stood out in her neck while her thighs shivered with delight. Yes, she was hot, hot enough to fry that finger in her own juices!
'Yeah, good hot little cunt,' Jack muttered, scraping his jagged fingernail over the hot, slippery cuntal tissues before pulling it out with a pop.
'Ummmmm!'
Jack moved back to the knife, dragging the tip of the blade back, back, stinging a groove down to the edge of Cindy's cunt mouth.
Don moved the camera in, taking several shots of the knife point touching her labes, moving back, then sliding up to her clit. Buzzing, spinning flashes from her pussy slackened off a bit when Jack moved the switchblade over to the rounded curves of her buttocks.
'Noooo!'
Cindy actually shoved her ass back at Jack. The tip of the knife slipped around the rim of her cunt, then glided past the puckered gray/pink ring of her asshole. He was playing her expertly, touching all the right buttons, turning the young woman into a willing victim. Never before had she done this kind of thing. And, yet, after only a few terrible sessions with these maniacs, Cindy was turning into a pro!
'Noooo!'
Jack was concentrating on her asshole now. With a sudden flash of modesty Cindy wanted to hide her aroused cunt from the men, and especially from the lens of that camera. She shot a quick look over her shoulders at the men. Jack was still stroking his long, red prick, oblivious to her cunthole.
'Nice, bitch, nice hot young bitch,' Jack said, greasing down his cock with his pre-cum.
Cindy was shaming herself. Her body was hungry for his hot, thickly veined cock. She wanted to have Jack jam his prick into her sucking, hungry hole. The tender tissues were still raw from the brutal fucking he had given, her earlier that night, but she still wanted to be touched by dickmeat, stretched by his cunt-splitter. It was so confusing, contradictory to everything she had been brought up to believe! But there it was nonetheless. Cindy couldn't deny the feelings racing through her mind and body.
'Fuck it out, bitch, fuck it out!'
Jack now poked the rim of her asshole with his knife blade. He wasn't cutting her, not disfiguring her. But the possibility of that excited Cindy, excited her terribly! The pinprick stabs forced the ring of her shitter inward, nearly breaking the tender flesh. For an instant Cindy let herself imagine the knife was the probing of Jack's dick in her ass.
'Ohhhhh!'
Jack was panting now, actually panting as if he had been fucking her for hours! Jack gripped his dick, his fist moving on his slippery prick faster and faster. He poked the tip of the blade into the puffy furred outer edges of her cuntlips, then slid it back around her buttocks to her convulsing shitter. The tape recorded all her cries, her whimpers, his muffled curses about how much a slut she was.
'No!'
Cindy rolled her hips from side to side, arching and shoving back her asscheeks. The cuts on her pussylips burned. Her entire cuntal area blazed with heat and stung pain, mingling somehow in some mysterious way to create the most wild sense of sexual pleasure the young girl had ever felt!
'Bitch! Goddamned little pig! You dig this, dig lettin' me fuck you with this knife! Shit, you can't get enough of this damned blade!' Jack barked.
'No, no, it's… a lie!' she panted, her breathing becoming as shallow, as raspy as his.
Cindy's flesh sang with delight, sweat trickling into the cuts, making them burn and itch. She felt the oily, slippery sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cuntjuice. Her body was shining with perspiration, tiny rivers of it running down from her armpits, leaving shiny, snakelike traces on the sides of her tits.
'Man, can't take this no more,' Jack muttered, putting the knife to one side and inching up behind her.
Cindy knew he was going to fuck her, fuck her doggie style. She didn't care at this point. His terrible words, his curses, the way he'd treated her with that knife, had turned her world upside down. All that was left for her to do was let him have his way. Perhaps later, when everything died down, she'd think of a way to escape him, get away from this awful man. But now there was only submission!
'Unghhh!'
Cindy felt the stabs of his cockhead against her cuntlips. The conical head of his dick dithered between her labes.
'It ain't gonna be the same as when I popped your cherry,' Jack grunted, wrapping the fingers of one hand around his cock and guiding it in. 'No, it's gonna be better. Ain't nothin' holdin' you back now, baby. It's you and me, bitch, you and me.'
The salty drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock set the girl's clit on fire. It seemed to burn her like acid. She rolled her hips forward, feeling, the jiggling of her plump firm asscheeks.
Cindy hunched, groaning and gasping. His cockhead finally lodged itself in her cunthole, working around the puffy labes as if reaming out her snatch.
'Ohhhh!'
'Fuck, you feel good and hot and wet inside,' Jack muttered, both hands on her hips now.
Was that for her or for the tape? She didn't know, didn't care. Right now all the blonde teenager knew was that his dick would tear her cuntflesh.
Cindy bore down to ease the fucking. Her inner cuntwalls spasmed, almost hurting even more than when Jack had broken her cherry.
Jack leaned forward now, putting his hands higher on Cindy's hips.
'Yeah, fuckin' A, yeah…' he sighed, pressing his fingertips into her flesh.
'Oh don't, don't…'
His long thick cock glided into her furry cunt, juice bubbling out around the edges and seeping down her thighs. Inch after hot, pulsing inch disappeared into her hot hole. The fat ridge that ran down the length of Jack's prick throbbed hot and heavy now, filling up inside with his cum, getting ready to shoot at the right moment into her sucking hole.
Once his cock was halfway into her dripping cunthole, Jack let go of her hips and shifted his grip to her tits.
