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StoryTime - by Skyhook and Crystal (6)
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Posted by Crystal_Eyes on Sun 4 May 08, 2:48 AM
He started it!
Amalgamation of memos; Skyhook's in plain, mine in bold. Because apparently it's important to differentiate who wrote what...  Choices
Tied, naked on the bed, exposed, vulnerable. The cold steel of a blade pressed flat against her nipple. The sharp point, then the edge trailing over her skin, her body, making her breathe hard, scared. The blade tip caressing her clit, opening her cunt.
Then, against the nipple again, the edge of the blade pressing gently.
"Choose" your voice says, calm but insistent. "Right or left?"
The blade presses harder as she tries to pull away, confused, scared even more now. It digs harder into the skin below her nipple.
"Left or right? If you had to choose, which should I take?"
Her breath catches in her chest as she feels the blade pushing against her.
"I said choose, otherwise both will go..."
Though she attempts to speak, the words won't come out, as she stares into your eyes and whimpers softly, silently begging you to throw the knife aside and hold her; make everything safe and warm once again. You can't; you've come too far this time. You need this. *She* needs this. You both know it.
"Very well."
The calm in your voice terrifies her - how can you remain so level-headed? Once again she whimpers, seemingly unable to even speak, such is her heightened state.
The blade traces just below her left nipple. Then again, harder... the first few droplets of blood begin beading on her soft, warm skin...
"You are bleeding. I can see your pain. This will not stop".
She cannot see how deep the blade is. Does her fear, her eyes wide with terror, make her imagine the pain worse? She knows you will mutilate her if you say you will; she trusts your word.
She will loose both her nipples to your blade; her mind thinks dispassionately (shutting down to protect her?) 'will he keep them? As a souvenir? Smile every time he looks at them, imagining me living with my loss?'
"It doesn't have to be this way" you say again, a cruel note of kindness in your voice, like you are offering her a favour.
"Lick" you say, as you press the blade to her lips, making her taste her own blood, the same blood she can feel trailing warm over her breast.
"Make the choice. You don't need to lose both. Left or right? I'll spare you one nipple".
She breaks. The taste makes it real to her; she panics, and begins writhing in her restraints, tears openly pouring down her face. You sit back and watch her, knowing her struggle is pointless.
"Let me out, untie me, i've had enough, this isn't fun any more, you're scaring me, please..."
You do nothing, just watch her.
"Seriously, stop it, please, stop this..."
She curses herself for not insisting on a safe-word. She's frightened; she realises that she doesn't trust you as much as she thought she did... she genuinely believes that you are going to... she can't even bring herself to think about it, she feels sick...
And still, you just watch.
Tears streaming from her eyes as she wrestles unsuccessfully against the knots, until finally she exhausts herself and slumps down against the bed, whimpering softly, crying to herself.
You approach her again, wiping the blood from her breast and smearing it over her chest and stomach. You replace the blade at her nipple.
"Decided yet, slut?"
"I can't, please. I just can't... don't do this... I beg you"
"You wanted this slut; to be broken remember? But silly little slut thought it would be fun to play a game".
She writhes again, yes, she said that, she meant it too, but never imagined this. Deep down she still knew - or thought she knew - it was a game, a power-play, but oh, she was terrified. She was cut already, this night has already left her damaged, but please, please, let him stop now.
"Choose, or I swear I will take both!"
You've raised your voice for the first time, her terror grows to match.
"I will take at least one; that is certain, you will walk out this room reduced, damaged for life - but you can save some of yourself. Choose. I'm going to count to five, then slice the first off. If you haven't said left or right, both will be removed. Don't make me force then down your throat after."
'This is just a game' she chants in her mind, 'I know him, he wouldn't, he really wouldn't, he's trying to scare me.. I can't think... I can't think..'
"One."
"Two."
"Oh god please, no, stop, please...."
She fights in the ropes once more, becoming increasingly terrified with each passing second.
"Three."
"No, stop, i can't do this, i'm sorry, i made a mistake, i can't, i'm sorry, stop, stop..."
"Four."
Her voice raises to a scream; you're grateful you live in the middle of nowhere. She's terrified, you can see it. You're loving every minute of the control you have over her.
"Please, oh god please, no..."
"Five."
There's a silence as the severity of what that 'five' means pierces the atmosphere. You go to lift her right breast and instantly she speaks:
"Left, left... take the left..."
... and she collapses in floods of tears, unable to even look at you...
She screams again, terrified, as you command her to look you in the eye.
Her face is raw, the tears running down her cheeks.
"Please," she says, her voice a whisper now, "Please, just the left? Leave me the right? Please?" She even manages a brave, bargaining smile.
"Good girl."
You smile back at her. It's a genuine warm smile you give her, a shared moment of peace. "I'll try and be gentle as I can."
She's calm now. Ready. You take her left breast, finger and thumb taking the nipple, stretching it gently, presenting it to the blade. The sharp edge against her stretched skin.
And then, you lay the blade down onto her stomach.
You wrap one hand in her hair, pulling her head back as you lie down next to her, your other arm wrapped around her, holding her tight.
"It's over child, it's over" you whisper softly. "Brave girl, so brave". Your voice so soft as you kiss her tears off her cheek. "Are you mine?"
She lifts her head off the bed, her face still raw from the tears.
"Completely yours, Sir, completely. Thank you." Edited Sun 4 May 08, 5:12 AM by Crystal_Eyes
Replies
4 May 08, 8:13 AM
MMs_lavenderblossom
UK, 5 yrs
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That is really brilliant!!
Well done to you both.
Fantastic idea too and it works so well.
 Vanilla sex is like a 99 ice cream - without the flake (me)
"Seal my fate with your kiss forever on my lips"(d'Virgilio)
"Between tomorrow and today there is a bridge across forever" (Morse)
"One Love, in many colours, all beautiful to see".. (Moflb)
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4 May 08, 8:36 AM
bratyboyslim
UK(EN), 5 yrs
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Filth  can't crack me I'm a rubber duck
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4 May 08, 8:53 AM
Master_of_lb
UK, 20 mths
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Complete filth.
In other words, exactly what I would expect from you two depraved individuals.
So... more of the same?
Moflb I'm a B.A.S.T.A.R.D.
If you're asking that question, you'll never understand the answer.
You know, most people watch telly on Sunday afternoons...
Carpe Diem - Carpe Subbus.
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4 May 08, 8:56 AM
Lailoken
2 yrs |
One question.....................did you both have pants on your head while writing this ? Prophets, Seers and Sages the Angels of the Ages.
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4 May 08, 10:28 AM
Dark_Scorpion
UK, 9 mths
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That was brilliant. You could almost feel her fear and his menace!! Dark and edgy. More to come hopefullyYour pain is my pleasureMy pleasure is your pain
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4 May 08, 9:27 PM
newfavourite
UK(S), 14 mths
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Wow.
I loved the build up of tension. Two authors, one
story: that's not an easy task and it totally worked
for me. Never mind the quality; feel the width
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