Free Minty by M. Garnet Page A

down the inside of her legs. She was breathing heavily — once more the fear of the dark and the pain had closed in. She felt him move off the bed and she had no idea where he was. She couldn’t hear him. The not knowing, the waiting was terrible threat by itself.
    Suddenly his hands were on her hips as he pulled her to him at the edge of the bed. She felt the cold knife run down her back. No, please no , I can make him happy, I can do anything, no more, no pain, not the knife.
    “Convince me you love the knife.” The voice was above her.
    What did he want? She didn’t understand. Knees bent and her rump in the air, She felt the cold steel going down her back as he stood between her feet behind her.
    “Yes.” Her voice was hoarse, hardly above a whisper. “I love the knife.” She was sobbing again, the fear threading through her. She felt the knife against her dry lips.
    “Kiss the knife.” Without hesitation, she kissed the blade with the tears pouring down her cheeks. “Now suck on the handle.” He turned the knife. The handle was long and smooth at the butt. It was wrapped in rough leather. He held it to her mouth. She sobbed but put her mouth around the smooth end to suck.
    “You can suck better than that if you love the knife.”
    She thought of the pain the knife could give, so she reached out, balancing on her knees. With one hand she took his wrist and pulled the handle deeper into her mouth, sucked and tongued it. It had a sweaty taste to it from the man’s hand that had used it over and over, but she didn’t want it used on her, so she sucked as hard as she could. The handle was wide and stretched her mouth but she opened wide to suck to please him. The roughness of the leather wrapping was bruising her lips but she didn’t stop — as long as it was in her mouth, it couldn’t cut her.
    He pulled the knife out. She was grateful, her mouth sore from being stretched, her lips bruised. She almost screamed out loud as she felt the steel running down her back, the point dragging but not cutting the skin.
    “My women like me to fuck them in the ass.” She jerked and every muscle in her body tightened up. The indignities hadn’t ended. The pain hadn’t ended. What always came with the dark hadn’t ended. She could not help it, she fell forward on her face, no longer sobbing, just feeling the terror.
    “Are you telling me you love pain better than you love the knife?”
    No, no, please no pain . She was such a coward, no pain. She slowly raised back up on her hands and knees. “I love the knife, Master.” It was the only thing she could think of to say.
    “Good, but you must prove it — don’t fall, or that will prove you don’t love the knife.”
    She said over and over in her head, I love the knife, I love the knife, I can’t face the pain. But there was pain, because he took one large hand and wrapped it around one leg at the bend at her hip. Suddenly he inserted the handle into her rectum. She screamed out loud. But she did not fall.
    The large handle stretched her, the rough leather tore her skin as it was inserted, but she couldn’t move. She felt the intrusion throughout her lower body. She froze because he left her in this position. She had no idea where he was, but the intrusion was taking all her focus. She was fearing any touch or movement of the knife.
    “Do you still love the knife?”
    His voice was hypnotic and he touched one of her hanging breasts. She flinched and the flinch caused a tightening of her muscles and the ones around the handle protested. She moaned.
    “If that is a no, it would make the knife very unhappy.” He touched the knife and she arched her back. He pushed it just a bit deeper and she sobbed but through her sobs she started speaking.
    “No, Master, I love the knife, I love the knife, don’t touch it, leave it alone so that I can love it. Please Master, I love the knife.” Oh God, she was such a coward, why could she not fight back, but she knew why.