The ceiling continues to fascinate me as I lie there. I see other animals and wonder if I am going insane. If the animals start to move I am done. I feel movement and he enters me again. I feel hands on my boobs and I look. It isn't him. It is one of his friends from the restaurant. He is moving in and out of me a little harder than my biker had done. I just lay there and look at him. He doesn't look like a stereotypical biker either. He is a little dorky, actually. I take a deep breath and look at the ceiling again. I have fallen even farther. I stare into space as a man I don't even know plows into my pussy.
The cruel man zipped up his pants and picked up his roll of tape and his knife. He leaned forward and touched my open pussy with the knife. I sucked in my breath. He ran the blade up my inner thighs and back down. I felt the blade slide between my lips and move back and forth. He must have the sharp end up, I thought, or I was too numb to feel him cutting me.
"Do you know how easy it would be to just jam this knife into your sweet cunt?" He said as he moved the knife around.
I whimpered in fear. Was he going to kill me now? Did I wish he would? I wouldn't have to worry about what people thought or look into my Daddy's eyes.
"It would be fun to watch it slice you wide open. But, that would be a shame. A sweet cunt like this should be left to pleasure as many men as possible so maybe we won't mess it up. And then again.." He paused and I saw him lift the knife and point it right at my pussy.
He moved it closer and I felt the cold metal touch my soft insides. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain. The metal moved and then left. I opened my eyes and he was gone. I took a breath and wondered what I would do now.
