Authors note: Just so people know I don't condone physical abuse. This story is purely fantasy and should be treated as such. For those who have stayed with me so far I thank you and ask you to be patient... more is to come and all your questions will be answered soon.
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For some reason I felt like apologizing to this man. I didn't think anymore, I knew, I had completely lost my mind. So I kept my mouth shut. If I had learned anything about my attacker since I met him I knew there was no reasoning with him. The last two times he had me like this I didn't get a word in edge wise so I figured why start now. I also figured that if I started talking he would put that awful gag back in my mouth.
"Your catching on quickly. Pity. I was kind of looking forward to punishing you for speaking out of turn." My attacker chuckled. I was starting to get the sinking unrealistic fear that my attacker could read my mind. "No my love, I can't read your mind but I know how you think." I heard footsteps going away from the bed, some rustling around and then footsteps back toward me. My poor heart started racing again. It was unaccustomed to so much fear and excitement.
"If you scream I'll back hand you. You understand?" Before I could give him an answer something hard and cold clamped down on my nipple. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming out in pain. My nipple throbbed and it was all I could focus on. I thrashed my head back and forth unable to become accustom to the feeling. I bit down harder on my cheek and my mouth filled with a tangy metallic taste. The second clamp threw me off just as much as the first but I was no longer able to hold in my scream. Just as promised the back of his hand made contact with my cheek and the searing pain over powered the hurt in my chest. I tried to hide my face in the crook of my arm to no avail. I started sobbing as if my heart were shattered into a million pieces. Pain was not an aphrodisiac to me. I felt my attacker stroke my cheek trying to sooth me as if he wasn't the reason for it in the first place. Oddly enough though, it worked. "Just give it a minute your body will adjust to the pain." Was that seriously concern I heard in his voice. I was more confused than ever. Was my attacker here to hurt me or love me?
I felt his finger tips softly caress my skin, dragging them up and down my stomach; stopping once to circle around my belly button before he slid them lower towards my hips. I was beyond confused and I hated to admit it but the sensation was nice. I know nice is kind of an eh word describe something but the feeling wasn't awful nor was it amazing it was just... nice. The backs of his finger nails left a trail of butterfly kisses across my hip bone and I shuddered. It was starting to feel better than nice I can tell you that much right now. Goosebumps were beginning to form down my legs. His fingers then followed the line of the panties I still wore until he reached my other hip but he didn't stop there. On his way back across his fingers dipped under the elastic band of my underwear pulling them down slightly and I felt a feather light kiss touch where his fingers had just been.
The tears I had been crying finally dried up at his unexpected kindness. The haziness from my confusion cleared my brain of most of my thoughts leaving only an awareness of where his lips had just touched my skin. He repeated the agonizingly slow process of dragging his fingers across my skin and moving my panties down another inch or so allowing more room for his lips to caress the sensitive skin right above my pubic mound. When he ran out of stomach he moved onto the tops of my thighs until my panties were as far down as they would go because of my legs being tied to the bed.
By this point I had completely forgotten about the clamps on my nipples and was only aware if the low simmering heat starting to form in the pit of my abdomen. My attacker got off the bed at this point but quickly returned. I wasn't sure what he was up to until I felt something sharp and cold slide up my leg. My heart started to pound harder as my anxiety grew. I could only guess that my attacker had a knife in his hand and I was terrified and what my imagination came up with that he could do with it. The tip of his blade slipped under the thin strap of cotton that covered my hip before I heard the distinct sound of ripping cloth. My body relaxed a little when I realized that he was just getting rid of my underwear the only way he could without untying my legs.
The fact that he had a knife in his hands still made me more than nervous but knowing he was using it for what he was held back the flood of hysterical terror that threatened to break free. I was starting to think that my attacker enjoyed knowing I was afraid of him and the predicament he had me in left me in no position to disappoint him on that score.
After my last layer of protection was easily removed from the lower half of my body I felt vulnerable in the extreme. I know this wasn't the first time I had been naked in front of him but somehow having it be him removing my clothing escalated the emotion tenfold. I then felt the tip of the cold steel touch my neck. I froze unwilling to move just in case my frantic movement accidentally caused my untimely death by stabbing myself in the throat. All of the adrenaline pumping through my system made every touch no matter how light feel amazing. I was beginning to see a side of myself that I didn't know I possessed and I wasn't quite sure if I liked it just yet.
The tip of his blade hovered over my jugular for a few more seconds before it too began its excruciatingly slow and deliberate way down between the valley of my breasts. Instead of circling around my navel it followed the natural path down towards the center of my stomach only to come back up to continue on its journey. When it reached my pussy lips, if at all possible it slowed down even more. He wanted me to know I was at his completely and utter mercy. Having to remain still was torcher I wanted to squirm to let him know that I was becoming excited by this new element of danger but on some level I think he already knew.
