Lydia let out a soft groan, shrinking her head between her shoulders and pulling at the ropes holding her wrists to the headboard. She felt the sharp cold sensation of the blade against her flesh. It left a narrow white line, barely cutting into the top layer of skin. The woman felt her flesh rowing taut around her budding nipples while she shivered at the possibilities of what could happen to her.

Max was humming an old country-and-western song, moving the tip of the knife now around her shoulderblade, then dragging it down the center of her spine over the bumps until he was at the upper curves of her ass-cheeks. Lydia wanted to cry, wanted to scream out her horror. But she was afraid to make the slightest move. He would hurt her, pierce her flesh, she thought, if she more than quivered slightly under the touch.

"Oh, oh!"

He was down her ass-crack now, twisting the knife around so the cutting edges of the knife were against her ass-cheeks. She felt the cool smooth polished steel rubbing up against her ass-cheeks, finally touching her asshole. Lydia screwed her face into a terrible mask of concentration, humping her ass from side to side, then tucking it under in a vain attempt to run away from the taunting knife. Max laughed again, his breathing becoming more and more labored. For a moment Lydia felt the knife pull away from her.

She let out a low breath of relief, her body sagging toward the mattress. She drew in her elbows protectively, daring to turn her head around to see what Max was up to next. Suddenly she felt a shocking chill right at the center of her pussy! The woman jumped, her eyes starting from her head while her knees tucked under another inch.

He was pressing the flat of the blade against her wet cunt-slit, rocking it from her clit down to the bottom junction of her cunt-lips. Lydia gasped, feeling her cunt-muscles cinch down tight against the offending cold knife. No! No! That was the wrong thing to do, she thought to herself, feeling her cunt-lips cutting themselves against the blade. But the closing action was beyond her control. She bit her lower lip, tasting blood as the razor-sharp edges cut into the woman's pussy-lips.