She tugged at the binds hopelessly, no point in doing it anyway. this is what she wanted. She wanted the feel of a knife dragging along her revealed skin as she begged and pleaded for him to stop. She couldnt let him know that with every cut her stomach tightened with a familiar sensation , adrenaline, and arousal. for if he knew, he might stop, and she didnt want him to stop. She wanted him to rape her, cut her, and treat her like a worthless doll. She loved the way his face went red, and he panted as he cut her open. He'd play with her cuts, placing bloody fingers in her mouth and prodding at her tongue. The blood had the familiar taste of iron and sweat, and his fingers. Even if she were to scream and shout at him to stop, he'd keep going. He'd never raped her yet, never even touched her lower areas. He always got so close, teasing bloody fingers along the inner thigh right next to her aching core. She wondered if he could feel the heat radiating from her. He spent hours at a time twisting and pulling her rosy buds on her thick and soft breasts, groping the soft, pale skin in his rough calloused hands. It would make her clit ache for contact, and her hands fidgit and her hips shoot forward. She didn't know if he would still want to keep her like this if she got aroused from the torture. He might kill her, get bored. But she wanted to try, she wanted to beg to feel his thick member inside her tight core as he pressed a freshly sharpened knife to her unmarked neck. She always saw the tent form in his pants, the biggest one she had ever seen. She had never seen it out of his pants, but the more she tried to imagine it, the more she'd ache for him. Her ache to be claimed, abused, and broken by him only grew by the days tied up in his basement. But one day, he walked in for the usual. She didnt plan to beg for him until he started teasing her again. He brandished his sharp, glinting pocket knife. Her name had been carved into the handle. She found it endearing that he used a whole nother knife for her specifically, for she had seen the amount of names carved into his hunting knife's big handle. She had seen multiple hunting knives in his drawers stained with blood, handles filled with names. Whenever he ran out of handle room, he bought a new one. She had seen the latest one, its thick, curvy handle untouched by the blade of another knife. Sometimes, she wished to feel it inside her. The rough handle of the untouched hunting knife. But back to the main part, he had walked over to her, the sick, dastardly grin painting his face as usual. He touched the tip of the knife to her thigh, and she pretended to whimper in fear. He dragged the blade through her skin as a line of blood appeared in the knife's path. She pretended to be in pain, even though she loved how the thick red liquid looked spilling from the cut, and the ache of pain it sent through her body, the pain made her adrenaline speed, and her arousal soar. The cut wasnt too deep, but it was deep enough to bleed a considerable amount. He leaned his head down to her thigh, and licked up the length of the cut. Her core ached at the action, his smooth, saliva covered tongue tracing over her soft, bloody skin. When he came back up his tongue was covered in blood, and his face was flushed as he got the look of thrill in his eyes. He placed his knife on her other thigh, and made a deep cut. It was deeper then the first one he had made, and blood poured from it. He leaned down to it and began to tongue and suck at it as if he was eating her out. She wanted to look in pain, and she did. But on the inside, it felt like she was being eaten out, arousal pounding through her aching core. He had his big, rough hands holding her thigh in place as he did this. His tongue prodded around in the gash, and when he came back up, his whole lower face was covered, and he panted with a flushed face and half lidded eyes. He took two of his fingers and stretched and squeezed the cut, and then he shoved his fingers in. thrusting them in and out like he was fingering the cut. He bit his lip and his tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips occasionally. Her head was thrown back as she fake cried and screamed. But the only reason her head was really thrown back was the pleasure that over took her. He took his fingers out, and licked them clean, which aroused her greatly. He took his bloody tongue, and traced a path up her stomach, straight to her breast, where he pulled away. Saliva mixed with blood trailed up her stomach, and dripped down onto her aching core. He had made her fully undress, and spread her legs before he tied her up, so her legs were stuck spread. It was a wonder he hadnt noticed her arousal before. As the thick mixture dripped onto her clit, she felt her arousal intensify. Her clit ached and pounded for stimulation. He stuck his fingers back in her cut, and brought them up soaked with blood, he began to play with her rosy buds again, spreading thick blood all over her breast and nipples. He covered her nipples in blood to a point where it dripped off of them, and then he proceeded to take one in his mouth and suckle on it. He expertly sucked her rosy buds, and she felt arousal rush to her pounding womanhood, oh what she would do to feel his thick, girthy member pound into her tight, virgin pussy. Yes, she said virgin, being a virgin made it all the more torturous, for she had ached for cock in her since 14. A 25 year old virgin sounded odd didnt it? but she took it with pride. She wanted him to pop her cherry in this moment, his member slicked with blood and her arousal. And with his thick, pounding girth, it would be quite the first time. The feeling of pleasure shooting through her as her nipples got torturously sucked on, and over stimulated, made her feel restless. He continued for so long, and she decided that now was time to beg. " please, i want t-to feel your thick cock inside my pounding pussy, claim me, make me yours, you dont know how much pleasure this pain puts me through, and i want you to be the first to take me, pop my cherry with a knife to my throat and a blood slicked cock, p-please- break me-" She didnt dare make eye contact with him. She didnt know how he would react, but his eyes shot up to look at hers, and he gripped her chin in his hand, and made their eyes meet. His eyes had a thrilling, half lidded look, and his face was flushed as he panted, he came closer to her, and whispered in her ear. "you shouldve said that earlier, ive just been aching to be inside you with the exact details you just described to me~" He dropped her chin, and unzipped his pants. Without his jeans on, his giant tent showed even more. His boxers looked like they were about to rip from the pressure. He dropped his boxers, and his thick cock bounced out. It pounded as veins bulged on it, he was even bigger then she had imagined, he had to be atleast 10 inches. But it wasnt the length, it was the thickness that surprised her, he was atleast 2-3 inches wide, and looked like he would split her in half. He picked up that untouched hunting knife of his, and aimed straight at her thigh, he stabbed the blade into her, and blood poured out, but that wasnt the worst of it, the blade twisted and sent agonizing aroused pain through her. he lined up with the gash, and stuck his member inside, his head going back as he thrusted into the cut a few times, his member came out covered in blood, and he stuck his fingers into the cut, rubbing blood on her clit, and then going downwards to her core to finger her with it. the pleasure was unbearable, and her hips jolted forward and forced his long, thick fingers inside her more. he pulled them out after a little, getting out stitches and quickly and roughly stitching up the giant gash he had made, which still bled slightly, he lined his member up with her entrance, and slowly, agonizingly pushed in. It went in smooth due to the blood smeared all over it. He picked up his giant hunting knife again, and pressed the blade to her throat as he began to thrust, not starting slow, he slammed in and out of her virgin womanhood, as pleasure shot into her, he had his head thrown back in pleasure, letting out growls or groans or grunts. He let out comments through his growling throat. "Fuck- your so tight-" He'd say it as he pressed the blade to her throat rough, she could feel him slightly cutting into her throat, but not enough to kill her. She on the other hand, moaned and screamed with her head thrown back as he fucked her hard. "Ah!~ Fuck me!~ Yeeesss!~" She was an all around mess, she felt her stomach tightening into a knot as he slammed his thick manhood into her aching lower regions. He hit something, and she thought she would explode right then and there, it sent a jolt of blinding white pleasure through her body, and her womanhood clenched with pleasure. She felt herself getting close, her vision blurring as her orgasm hit her like a tornado, her body jolted, and she screamed out in pleasure. "Oohhhhh!~" He continued to thrust until his thrust got sloppy, and then he finished inside of her, as he pulled out she felt his cum spill out of her, he panted and ran a hand through his hair. His mouth turned into a small smirk. "How about we move you to the upstairs bedroom instead of this basement?" And despite the blood dripping down her neck, and the ache of pleasure sent through her, she said yes.
