"Man, that's hot," he breathed, rocking the knife back and forth. "When a woman's pussy does somethin' like that, she's hot. How long's it been since a guy's fucked you, bitch?"

She would give him no answer. He didn't need one from her. He had it right there in the way her body was reacting to his cruelty. He was moving the point of the thing up to her clit now, rubbing the sharp edge against the tiny beating organ until the woman thought she would faint from pleasure. Pleasure? Yes, yes, that was the right word. All the pain, all the fear was working odd things in her body, making her feel wanted, desired, hated and loved all at the same time! And how she enjoyed that feeling! As much as Lydia wanted to run from the blade, she wanted to feel the knife-sharp edges pierce her clit even more.

Lydia lowered her head, pressing her forehead against the pillow under her. She felt a pulse leap through her throat while her nipples slipped over the mattress top. She arched her back, stretching her spine while pushing her ass against the big man behind her. The continued touch and chill of the steel against her cunt sent streamers of incredible hot delight blasting through her cunt. Slowly, Lydia became very conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her cunt-lips. The stinging of her cunt-juice burning into them made her heat all the more intense. Lydia found a hotter, more concentrated lust flowing from her crotch, making all her muscles throb in time with the beating of her stiffened clit.

"No, no, this isn't right… it just isn't!" Lydia moaned into the pillow.