Chapter 6

"Stay away from me," Suzy cried as Breeze moved closer to her.

"Come her, my little darling, come and press your pretty body up against my own if you'd be so good."

He was grinning like a lobotomized vegetable, still brandishing the knife in his hand, occasionally pouring small piles of cocaine directly onto his tongue.

"Why are you wasting it?" she asked.

"Not a bit? There's enough capillaries in the tongue to absorb twice this much and still have room to taste your sweet little pussy. Now what do you say, darling, are you going to allow me to sample your body the way I allowed you to sample my coke. I'd be highly offended were you to turn me down. It simply wouldn't do."

He continued to move closer, and she screamed.

"Why hurt your throat? No one will hear you. The music's too loud."

She began to whimper, realizing that he was right.

"Now, why don't you just give it up, and relax like a good girl, and I think we might find that we've got a lot in common."

"We don't have anything in common."

"We will."

"Yeah? What?"

"My cock and your cunt are soon to be quite in common. They're going to be so fucking much in common, they'll be sharing the same space."

"Not if I can help it," she said, suddenly lunging out at him with her foot.

He laughed, as he calmly caught it and held onto it, forcing her to hop around on one leg to keep from falling.

She could feel her naked breasts bouncing freely.

"Oh yes, darling, that looks so grand, to be watching your boobies flopping in the breeze like that. Would you be so kind as to keep it up after I set your foot back down?"

He let go of her leg, and she felt tears starting to form in her eyes. Then, without being able to stop, she suddenly started to cry.

"Now, now, now, now," he said, "I ain't that ugly, am I? Come on then, let's get on with it. I have to go on stage pretty soon."

"Let me go. Please, let me go."

"Can't darling. I've taken a liking to you, don't you see."

He was holding the knife out in front of him now, holding it straight for her face, and began to bring the point towards her.

Her eyes grew wide as she watched it approach.

"N-n-n-noooo," she said, stammering. "P-please, stop. I know you're just kidding, but I don't like games that go like this."

"Games?" he asked, a peculiar sound coming over his voice.

He suddenly lunged forward with the knife, literally flinging it right for her eyes.

She gasped and screamed, but he pulled it short, scant inches from her face.

"Games?" he asked again. "I beg your pardon, darling, but I don't play fucking games! You got that? I DON'T PLAY fucking GAMES!!!! "

T-I'm sorry ... honest I-I am...."

Her voice was trembling, and she couldn't make it calm down, no matter how hard she tried.

"Don't move now, and you'll most likely not get hurt," he directed her.

He placed his hand on her face and began to push her backwards, until she was lying on her back on the carpeted floor of the dressing room. It was dirty, and she could feel sand sticking to her naked back.

Her firm breasts were pointed straight upwards, and these now were the focus of his attention.

"Such pretty little things, don't you think," he said, moving the knife right above her right nipple.

The point was aiming right at the brown oval of flesh, and then, as she gasped again, he let the knife drop.

The blade fell directly for her nipple, and the only thing that prevented her getting it cut off was the fact that he was faster than gravity and managed to catch it right before the point was getting ready to puncture her skin.

"You idiot!" she yelled. "You fucking idiot.

Stop this!"

But the point of the knife was still directly above her nipple, and now, he moved it even closer ... and closer still.

She dared not move, hardly even dared to breathe.

The point came even closer ... and now it was touching. It was sharp, indelibly sharp, and she felt it pressing into her nipple.

"Beautiful breasts ... beautiful nipples ... I like them, truly I do."

He pushed it in even further.

"Oh G-g-g-god ... please don't hurt me. Please don't do this."

"Do what, dear? I haven't done anything, or even announced any intentions of doing anything. So what are you talking about?"

"Don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me."

He pushed in even further, and what had simply been a sensation of sharpness, now became a hot burst of pain.

"Ouch!!! " she cried. "Cut it out!! "

"Oh my darling, a poor choice of words there, such a poor choice. However, I'll overlook it. See, I'm not such a brute after all, am I?"

"You're a despicable son of a bitch and a mother-fucker."

"Really? All that? I'm truly amazed. I'm afraid I'll have to teach you some manners."

He brought his knife down to her shorts and calmly cut the button off of them.

Then, he began to unzip them.

She was still too frightened to move, and simply lay there, her body shaking from her sobs of fear and terror.

"My, my, my ... would you look at these pretty, frilly panties. I've never seen such, they're quite lovely, you know. Quite. I particularly like the way you can see right through them. I'm never too bored to study a new gash."

His fingers were inside her shorts and pressing against her slit. She felt a wave of revulsion at his touch, even while her clit was starting to pulse and throb.

"Oh and would you feel this," he exclaimed, touching her clit. "So hard, just like a little prick. Just like my prick, though it's not all that little. Come, darling, let us join in blessed coitus, shall we then?"

He started to tug hard at her shorts now, pulling on them, jerking at the waist until they were halfway down her legs.

Then, deciding that there wasn't much point in resisting any further, and possibly risking a knife wound, or worse, she gave in and helped him pull them off the rest of the way.

That took him by surprise.

"There now, what's this then?"

"You want to fuck, don't you?"

"Well, of course I do, my dear. But don't go being so eager, for you don't yet know what I've got in mind. Do you?"

There was that wild, crazed, demented look in his eye again.

"What do you mean," she asked, and then she looked down at his knife again. No, she thought, he couldn't....

He started to laugh.

Then, he started to move the point of her knife up to her cunt.

She tried to move her hips out of the way, but suddenly he slapped her in the face, hard, and told her, "Don't be struggling with me, darling. I've already spoken of this."

"No ... no, don't ... what are you doing ... stop this!!! "

"Easy now," he said, bringing the point of his blade right down to her clit.

She could almost feel the cold steel pressing against her before it actually did so.

He was very, very careful, however, she had to grant him that.

He pulled her lips apart, and then, holding the knife like he was writing a letter, he brought the tip right up to her clit.

"No ... " she moaned, holding her breath. She felt a mindless terror seize all her muscles, refusing to let go.

He touched her!

But it was very lightly, almost not touching at all. He scraped the point over her clit, and then he repeated the movement.

She was shaking, her stomach felt like an empty pit, and there was nothing that she could do to stop it. No matter how hard she tried, she could not still the blind fear that had hold of her gut.

"Now, my sweet little girl, I want you to relax for me, and I want you to get very calm. Don't go making a lot of sudden jerking movements, or both of us will have good cause to be regretful, do you understand."

"W-w-what are you going to do to me?"

"Who, me? I'm not going to do anything. Much."

He kept scraping the tip of his blade over her clit, and despite her fear, she felt it responding, felt it starting to quiver and shake, felt her body begin to go crazy.

"Yes ... yes ... yes ... " she heard herself saying, as if it was someone else.

"Ah, so you like this, do you? So glad to see it."

Then, he stopped. She felt nothing for a moment, and then, when she looked down at her crotch to see what he was doing, she gasped.

He was aiming his knife directly at her pussy, bringing the point between her wet lips, moving very carefully, but that didn't matter. She had never been so scared in her life.

"Now come on my pretty little lady, don't be moving around," he said softly, almost whispering. "Just lie there nice and still, and we'll both feel a lot better. Nice and still ... nice and still...."

He was speaking in a quiet, sing-song kind of voice, but it did nothing to ease Suzy's fear.

"Please, don't do this."

"Uh-uh ... don't move. You'll regret it."

She felt the sides of the blade now, felt them as her pussy was closing around it. That sharp edge ... it would slice through the membranes of her cunt like a knife through soft butter.

She felt a quivering start up again in her stomach, and was suddenly seized ba mad desire to simply flee. But she knew that he wouldn't tolerate it. He was deranged and a lunatic.

"Deeper now," he said, and she felt the blade begin to pass through her hole. Her inner lips were pressed together, and he had to spread open her outer lips to make sure that he could see what he was doing.

"Help me out, would you dear?" he asked.

He made her place her hands on either side of her vaginal lips, and then told her to open herself up, unless she wanted him to do it in a far more unsavory manner.

She spread them. Wide.

"Ah, yes ... now I can see where I'm going."

She could feel the blade enter the inner reaches of her pussy now, probing with metallic certainty the fleshy, wet tissues that would much rather have felt a cock passing between them.

She looked up into his eyes, and felt there an intensity that she found quite unnerving.

He was smiling, grinning bizarrely at her. It struck her that way mainly because he was doing such an awful thing to her, and yet could look and act and talk so normally.

"P-please ... be careful ... " she said.

"Why darling ... of course I'll be careful ... you don't think I'd want to hurt you do you? Not when you're enjoying this so much."

She was going to protest, but she knew t at it was foolish. He'd seen through her surface fear and revulsion, and somehow understood, that for all her anguish, there was, at her center, a twisted streak that found this to be an exciting experience indeed.

The feeling of the cold metal, the reality of the danger ... the risk....

All these worked on her mind, and the end result must have been obvious, because he spoke with a certainty.

"You love it, don't you doll? Come on, talk to me. Tell me that I'm right. Don't you love it?"

"Ouch," she said as he pinched her nipples.

"Come on, just admit it. That's all I want."

He pinched them again. By now, his blade was fully three inches inside her pussy. If she jerked reflexively, she would slice right through her inner membranes, and in all probability bleed to death.

So, she simply had to lie there, and not move, even though he was starting to hurt her breasts.

"Yes," she finally said, "Yes. I like it. Now, will you stop?'.

"No darling, I won't," he said, and continued to pinch her nipples.

"Why are you doing this? You know, I'd have been glad to fuck you if you'd just behaved like a normal person."

"That's the problem. I'm not normal. I try, but it just never works out. I really wish I was like the other boys and girls. When I was a wee sprout, I used to know that I was different. The other children pulled wings off of insects ... I pulled the tails off of puppies."

"That's awful. Are you lying."

"Well of course I'm lying. What'd you think, that I'm sick or something?"

"Well, now that you mention it...."

"Watch it," he cautioned, pinching her nipples again.

"I wish you'd stop that and just remove that terrible thing from inside me, and go ahead and make love to me. You know, I'd like that an awful lot. Truly I would."

"Really?"

And then, to her surprise, he did just that. Taking great care not to get it off center, he pulled his blade out the way that he'd put it in. She heaved a sigh of relief.

"Tell me, do you have a very tight ass-hole?"

Her heart lept into her throat.

"You wouldn't!!! "

"Oh ... all right. I guess I wouldn't. You take all the fun out of being a bastard, you know."

"Do I? I certainly hope so."

"Well, you know, you aren't supposed to enjoy it. You're supposed to cry and shed many tears, and beg for mercy and all that."

"I guess I'm just not a very good victim."

His fingers went to her cunt and he started to slide them in between her lips.

"Wet, are you. I guess that blade got you pretty hot, then?"

"I don't know ... but I'll bet you can get me a lot hotter."

"Oh, I'm certain of it."

"Come on," she said, "do it to me. Fuck me."

"I'm getting to it. Don't rush me."

She started to laugh. "I'll bet you can't get it up, can you? I'll bet that's why you keep going through all this foolishness and nonsense. Sticking knives up cunts, and acting like you're crazy."

"I am crazy," he exclaimed indignantly.

"You're no crazier than I am."

"So? You enjoyed having a knife up your twat. That's pretty fucking crazy, wouldn't you say?"

"It would be so much better if you'd just slip your cock up into me."

"I see. Getting a bit hot and bothered, are you?"

She started to answer, but suddenly, he cocked his head. "Listen."

"What? I don't hear anything."

"I know. My point exactly. There's no band playing. That means that we'll be going on next. If we're going to do this, we should get down to cases."

"I've been asking you to get to it."

He stood up.

"And now," he intoned solemnly, "the cock that can't get hard!!! '

He dropped his pants, and Suzy was forced to gasp, so enormous was his organ, to say nothing of being totally, fully, completely, and awesomely erect.

There were thick blue veins running up and down the sides of the shaft, twisting all around the circumference like vines climbing up a tree trunk.

"Oh my God," she moaned, "why didn't you get around to this a lot sooner, instead of playing those dipshit games with that stupid knife."

"I think you're insulting my style. Look, you have your foreplay, I have mine."

"All right, all right. Foreplay's over. This is the main course, and I'm hungry."

"Now that you mention it, so am I"

He virtually fell on her, and she felt the enormous glans pressing against her pussy, spreading her lips apart.

"Just a second," she said, sitting up, grasping hold of it and bringing her mouth down to it. It was so big that she couldn't get it all into her mouth in the position that she was in, but it didn't matter. She mainly wanted to lubricate the head to make it slide into her without scraping. Something that big was going to exert a lot of pressure against the sides of her cunt, and even if she used crankcase oil, the friction was going to be intense.

No sense in opening herself up to cockburns though, not if she could help it.

She let a large gob of saliva pass between her lips, and it fell with a splat right onto the center of his glans.

Then she worked it all over the surface with the tip of her tongue, let some more fall on her, and worked that in also.

"Now," she said, and scooted back to her original position.

He placed his cock once more at the opening to her pussy, and began to press.

"I don't believe it!" she said with a moan when she realized how much it was going to truly stretch her.

"Believe it, darling. I have to live with it. The least you can do is believe it."

He thrust his hips forward and the pain that shot through her was so violent and mind numbing, she thought that she'd have almost preferred the knife to this. What did it matter, she thought, she was going to wind up split in half anyway.

He jammed into her again.

"Hey, ease up, will you London. My God! You're going to kill me."

"There's no point in going slow. When you're dealing with something this big, the only way to do it is all at once. You know, like jumping into a freshwater spring or tearing off a band-aid."

"Great imagery," she muttered, and then, realizing that he was right, she took a deep breath and slammed her hips up into his cock, feeling it drive like a railroad spike, like a battering ram, right through her.

She let out a loud groan.

"There you go," Breeze said cheerfully. "You've got the right idea."

"What I've got is a giant redwood between my legs, but I can't say I didn't ask for it. Come on, London, pound me harder. I want it now. I'm not going to give up."

He did as she suggested, and suddenly, she felt his pubic hair pressing against her own, and felt the glans of his cock pressing hard against the bottom wall of her cunt.

"Oh, yes. That's fantastic. I can't believe it."

"Come on now, you're pretty tight yourself."

"Well, I guess we've just got ourselves a mutual admiration society, don't we."

He didn't bother to answer, and was already pulling his cock out of her cunt, getting ready for the next slam thrust.

"Oh no, no, wait a minute please. Don't do anything just yet. I need to get used to you first."

"You will."

Paying her no heed, he pulled all the way out of her.

"Oh no," she moaned, and tensed for the onslaught that she knew was coming.

He pressed the head of his cock against her cunt and started the entire process all over again.

"Ow ... that hurts. It hurts too much. Really. I can't do it."

"Sure you can," he said, plowing on through her body.

She felt her tissues stretching in a way that they'd never done before. There had been several cocks up her cunt already in her short sexual career, but never one this large, and she could feel every single inch of difference, with each move that he made inside her.

But slowly, her juices began to ease the friction, so that soon, she was still feeling the pain of being stretched further than she was used to being stretched, but at least the sandpaper effect of his dry cock skin was easy.

In fact, she was oozing so much juice that soon he was virtually slipping in and out of her.

In and out.

In and out.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "That's fine. It's just grand. Harder. Oh, please, do it harder. Please do it harder to me."

"I'm working on it," he said, looking just a little uncomfortable. "What's wrong."

"Um ... nothing...."

"Come on, tell me what's wrong."

"I ... just don't want to pop yet."

"Pop ... oh! You mean shoot off."

"Yeah."

"Look, as large as this is, and as hard as it is, it's going to take two years for it to deflate under the worst of circumstances. Just start fucking me, and don't worry about it."

And so, he took her advice, and began to pick up speed.

Deeper and deeper, pulling the thing almost all the way out of her with every stroke, harder and harder, slapping his hips against hers, the increasing layer of sweat and cunt juice that was smearing across their thighs making louder and louder and sharper cracking sounds.

Again and again he rolled his hips back and piled his long pole back into her, splitting her wide, opening her body, exposing her soul.

When, at last, she came, she'd already been driven well beyond the bounds of reason and sanity. She was virtually mindless when the orgasmic blast finally tore through her, like a primal wind welling up-out of the dim and dark regions of her body and mind.

She gripped his body with her arms and his cock with the walls of her cunt, but beyond that, she could do nothing except hold on for the ride.

And an intense ride it was.

She thought of roller coasters, felt the peaks, the sickening plunges, the swooping curves, the bone wrenching shifts in direction ... and then, as she approached her own peak, she saw the car leap from the track, shoot out into the air above the crowd, defying gravity ... floating....

That's where she was when she became aware of a constant pounding.

"What's that," she finally asked.

"Someone's trying to get in."

"Really? Awfully rude of them, don't you think?"

"Hey, get to it in there, and unlock this door. You, Breeze. Come on now. We've got to be playing."

"Oh shit," said Breeze, sitting up. "I forgot. We've got a gig tonight."

"I feel like I've just been gigged."

He looked at her. "What are you, an alligator?"

"No ... but I sure like your snake."

"Yeah, yeah, later darling. I've got to go be a musical genius for a bunch of drugged out crazies."

"Isn't that what you are?"

"Usually. But I haven't had time tonight. I've been too busy sticking it to you."

"Which is better."

He kissed her.

"Please darling, don't ask me to make a choice like that. It simply isn't fair."

And then, he was gone, leaving her lying naked on the dirty rug, wondering how it had all happened.