Page 38 of Fed By Fear

“Knives?” Her tone pitches with panic. The sweet scent of fear wafts over me.

“Just the handles, ghost girl. I’m not interested in carving up that pretty pussy just yet.”

Githany tries to look down, but the chains limit her mobility. She doesn’t get the same view I do. All four knives glisten, blades sticking outward, turning her pussy into a fucking weapon.

“Unchain me,” she demands, voice rough.

“No.”

Her face reddens. “Unchain me.Now.”

She flinches as I flip the filet knife out of my belt and up into the air. “You are awfully pushy for someone in such a precarious situation.”

Her wary gaze is fixed on the knife’s impressively sharp blade.

“Front or back?” I offer.

“Fuck you.” She actually spits.

I lower the blade, weighing my options. Githany thrashes and gasps. Her body stills again.

“Be careful, sweetheart. You might cut yourself.”

The logistics of adding a new knife while avoiding the other blades leaves me with only the front hole as an option. Pity. I was looking forward to stretching her backside a little more.

Githany releases a deep sound of shock as the fifth knife handle is inserted inside her.

She is most certainly feeling the stretch now.

“Unchain me,” she says again, though a bit wobbly this time.

“I’ll unchain you. First, I want to watch you orgasm.”

She gapes at me. “I can’t come with knives inside me.”

“You better hope you can. Otherwise you’re stuck here. Might not want to debate your choices for too long. I suspect Hunt and Madness will make their way here soon enough.”

Githany’s gaze flicks to the door. A new layer of sweet-and-sour fear melts off of her and onto my eager tongue. She’s scared of them. It’s the perfect leverage. I lean into it.

“It won’t be good for you if they find you immobilized and stuffed with knives. After hunting so long they’ll have lost most of their control. When they burst through that door, they’ll be nothing more than mindless beasts.”

Her gaze ping-pongs between me and the door. “How am I supposed to come like this?”

Ignoring her question, I push her fear further. “I like to think they’ll remove the knives before they fuck you…but I can’t guarantee it.”

Her lip trembles. “You can’t let them do that.”

She can’t see the smile beneath my mask, but it’s a mile wide. I’ve got her right where I want her. “Come for me, and I’ll make sure they don’t have the chance. And, since I’m a gentleman, I’ll help you out.”

Removing my gloves is refreshing. Without the thick black fabric, I can feel the warmth and softness of Githany’s skin. My fingertips trail across one breast, stopping to circle a nipple. Her eyes fall shut for a moment before shooting open again.

I choose a slow path, down her chest and stomach, my touch growing firmer the lower I descend. By the time I trace my finger through her dark thatch of hair, she’s squirming.

A mix of moans and whimpers saturate the humid air. Her clit is hot and engorged when my touch finally landsthere.

One firm press against the throbbing nub and Githany’s voice cracks into a scream. I hold the pressure. “You’re going to come around these knife handles. If I’m not satisfied with your performance, you’ll come again, and again. If you try to fake an orgasm to get out of this situation, I’ll stab you in the thigh and then still make you come for me. Understood?”

She stares at me, assessing the level of truth in my words. Whatever she sees in my posture convinces her that going along with my plan is in her best interest. “Fine.”