CHAPTER FIVE.







Suddenly he was back. She heard him open the door then felt a thud as he threw her bag, coat and umbrella into the van somewhere to her right. She whimpered behind her gag when she felt the van lurch slightly as he got in and heard the door slam shut behind him. Then he was there; beside her. She could feel the heat of his body against hers and the warm breeze of his breath on her neck.

“God, that feels good she started to allow herself to think before she heard a distinct click close by her right ear and then his voice, now soft and gentle again, whispered,

“Right then little one, any idea what that could be?”

She was barely breathing now; the tension around them was overwhelming. She had no idea what it was and managed to shake her head to say so.

Almost at once she froze as she felt the shock sensation of cold metal against her throat. She knew at once that it was a knife, a large knife. She tried not to let the panic she was beginning to feel get the better of her. Surely he wouldn’t really hurt her, would he? Would he?

“Christ she thought, how do I know if he would or not. He might. He could easily kill me right now and no-one would have any idea what had happened to me.”

She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself down without letting him see she was worried. She didn’t really want to make the situation any worse by having him know that she didn’t trust him.

The cold sharp tip of the knife began to move softly from her throat, down over her collarbone, across her trachea and on towards the neckline of her blouse. But then he abruptly dropped the knife on her chest and its cold metal blade and handle almost seemed to scald her as it landed on her skin, her sensations were so confused.

Before she knew what was happening, he ripped open her blouse sending the small buttons flying around the inside of the van and then he let the two halves of her torn blouse fall with her cardigan on either side of her body, exposing the lacy bra she wore underneath. He picked up the knife again and allowed the tip to press into her skin for just a moment before deftly slicing through the front of her bra and watching as the cold night air came into contact with the soft pale flesh of her breasts. He smiled to himself as he saw her nipples stiffen further, despite them already clearly betraying her advanced state of arousal.

Loosely holding the knife by the very end of its handle between his thumb and middle finger, he trailed the tip across each breast in turn and traced the circle of her nipples once or twice before twisting the tip in the centre until she cried out again from behind the tape covering her mouth. But he let it go this time and simply laughed at her discomfort as she squirmed in a futile attempt to escape from the blade.

For a few moments, he let himself enjoy the way he could control how she moved by simply adjusting slightly the angle or direction or pressure he applied with the knife in his hand and the way that sometimes she wriggled beneath it’s touch and other times, when he reached somewhere sensitive she’d freeze, hardly daring to breathe in case she made the knife slip.

Of course the knife was nowhere near as sharp as it felt to her and most of the time he used the back of the blade but in her confused and frightened state of mind, heightened by the blindfold and her bindings she had no chance of realising that. He was aware that her mind could be a very powerful ally to him if he could use it in the right way and it was clear that he had every intention of doing just that…using her own mind against her.

But that would have to wait for now, at the moment he had still only half undressed her. He adjusted his grip and pulled the knife down across her belly in a straight line towards the waistband of her skirt. She tensed in reaction to this new direct approach after the random doodling in which he’d been indulging for the past five minutes or so. He slid the blade under the fabric of the waistband then paused for a moment to let the tension build a little for her, before abruptly slicing through the material, making her tense up again. Then he gathered up the cut fabric in his hands and she heard more than felt him rip the remainder of her skirt from top to bottom, before pulling it out from beneath her so that she was lying directly on the cold floor, exposed and shivering.

Now she was only wearing a pair of tights and a small pair of knickers. He frowned slightly as he slipped his finger beneath the top of her tights and pulled them taut before allowing them to snap back again. He hated tights, they were such ugly things compared to the elegance of a pair of sheer stockings. But he would deal with that issue later. For now he wanted to go back to teasing her with the knife. He picked it up again and slid the back of the blade from her waist, down over the gentle curve of her pubic bone and then down between her legs. She shuddered as it passed over the most sensitive and intimate parts of her body and once again her mind started to wonder if she was really safe with this man. Unfortunately she let her guard drop for a second and the slightest of frowns on her face had alerted him to the way she felt.

“Ahh, what’s the matter little one? He asked in a soft low voice that was anything but reassuring.

“Are you feeling a tiny bit nervous about all this? There’s no need to be scared yet. I won’t hurt you sweetheart, not in a bad way, at least!”

Her frown deepened and she whimpered behind the gag that she was now rather glad to have. At least it meant that she didn’t have to answer his questions and that meant she couldn’t get them wrong so often.



As if to disprove what she was thinking he said,

“Right then little slut, now for the fun part. If I were you I would keep very, very still right now. We wouldn’t want this nasty old knife to slip now, would we?”

All the while he was speaking he had been gradually increasing the pressure with which he was pressing the tip of the knife against the flesh covering her pubic bone and now it was starting to sting and throb. Then he lifted it from her skin and replaced it about an inch lower down and began to increase the pressure again as he waited for a response from her.

“Well he said would we?”

She managed to shake her head just enough to indicate her response and immediately he lifted the knife away again.

“Oh I see, she thought, it‘s a game.”

“I mean, he said, if it were to slip when I had it…let’s say…here, for example he moved the knife so that it was resting directly on her clitoris, then obviously that would be very unfortunate indeed , wouldn’t it? As he spoke, he again increased the pressure and continued to do so as he waited for her to reply.

She could feel the coldness of the metal forcing it’s way through both layers of fabric and she was ashamed to admit that despite everything, despite the agony in her shoulders, despite the fear and despite the worsening pain he was causing; despite all of these things or maybe because of them, she was so aroused that she was having trouble focussing on what he was saying to her and although she had just figured out the rules of the game she was so distracted with the mounting pain in her clit that she forgot all about answering him. It had seemed to be a rhetorical question and it hadn’t occurred to her at first that it needed a response. It was only when the pressure and so the pain had reached the point where she could no longer ignore it that she remembered what she was meant to be doing and then she shook her head as vigorously as she could manage. Immediately the pain subsided as he removed the knife from her clit but it left behind a dull ache and a somewhat unnerving pulsating sensation.

She was just trying to get to grips with this feeling, when she suddenly felt him cut away her tights and then without hesitating, he sliced through her knickers at each hip before pulling them out from between her legs. The next thing she felt was more painful than anything else she’d dealt with so far, he ripped the tape from her mouth, taking what felt like half of the skin from her face with it. She cried out and gasped for air while she had the chance and he took the opportunity to force her ruined underwear into her mouth and then stuck the tape back in place again.

Then leaving her whimpering to herself, he moved down to her feet and unzipping her boots, he pulled them off and flung them aside.

“I am quite sure, slut he said coldly as he peeled of what was left of her tights, cut them in half and tied them around her ankles, that I must have told you how much I dislike these hideous things

He grabbed her left ankle and yanked it across to the side of the van, where he tied to a fixing in the floor.

“So why is it he continued as he dragged her right leg to the other side and tied that in a similar fashion, that the very first time I see you, you’re not wearing the stockings you must surely have known I would have preferred? He knew it was an unfair question, she could never have known she was going to see him tonight but it made him smile to put her in such an impossible position.

Having completed his task, he returned to lie beside her,

“Well?”

Clearly she was unable to answer him so she merely whimpered an apology and tried to edge a little closer to him. Partly for warmth but more for some sense of comfort, just to feel him against her now all but naked body. A feeling she’d been craving for so long. He was having none of it though and roughly pushed her away, his hand once again squeezing her throat.

“Get that whore’s body away from me, you ungrateful slut, you’ll not be getting any closer to me until you’ve learned to do exactly what you’re told. Do you understand that slut, do you? Do you really?”

Once again she nodded, sadly and silently for what seemed like the thousandth time that night and then he released his grip and was gone. Almost as suddenly as he’d arrived he’d left her alone again. She hadn’t expected such an abrupt departure and it left her feeling bewildered and ashamed. Had she done something wrong again? Had she upset him somehow? Had he not liked what he’d found when he’d removed her clothes? Maybe he was disappointed in her in some way or in her figure? Maybe she wasn’t what he’d been expecting? Maybe he’d changed his mind now he’d seen her properly?

She really didn’t know what to think, so she tried to listen for some clue from outside the van but there was no sound from him for what seemed like forever as she waited.

Then the driver’s door opened and she felt a blast of cold air rush across her body. She realised that she should have felt one when he’d got out of the back but she had no memory of it and could only put it down to the shock of him leaving so suddenly. Clearly her mind had been so overwhelmed with her confusion that it had failed to register the cold air at all.

“How bizarre! she thought and then the engine started.

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