Free Minty by M. Garnet Page B

Through her tears she saw the dark and knew the pain that dark brought. This was only a little pain, not the deep pounding pain. As long as the handle was inside her, the knife couldn’t cut her. Please not the pain. She must convince him.
    “What should I do, Master? To show the knife I love it.” She whimpered. Behind her she heard that sound again as if a great intake of smell.
    “Spread your knees further apart and ask me to make you cum. That would make the knife happy.”
    She lifted a leg and put her knee out further until she was spread apart. She felt him tap the knife and she groaned.
    “Did you groan in pain from the knife?”
    She gasped. “No, Master, never, I love the knife.” To her surprise there was a warmth in her that drew her, not to the knife, but to him.
    He pushed it in a little more and she bit her lip until she tasted blood.
    “What do you say?”
    “Thank you, Master, I love the knife.” She shuddered.
    “What do you want now?”
    She stuttered. “Please, please make me cum.”
    “You forgot something.”
    What did he want, what was she supposed to say, her rectum hurt so much, but not as much as the dark and the threat of pain. She remembered.
    “Please, Master.”
    He did what she requested and she jerked as she came, again. It was ecstasy with pain because each time she had a climax the muscles in her rectum closed around the handle that intruded and locked her open. She was covered with sweat which was turning cold. She still had his semen drying on her legs and finally after one large climax as she reached the peak, he pulled the knife out at the same time and it caused both pain and a shuddering climax throughout her body.
    She realized she was curled on her side with her knees up to her chest. She stayed still waiting for the pain and the orders. He didn’t say anything. She couldn’t hear him breathing. She was afraid to move so she just lay curled up waiting for his orders or the pain from the dark. But it went on and on. Nothing happened. Finally she couldn’t stand the suspense. She reached around, feeling the edge of the bed. Very quietly, she sat up with her feet on the cold floor.
    “Master, what would you have of me?” She waited for an answer but she didn’t get one. She didn’t know if it meant he was not here or if he just didn’t want to answer. The dark was so black that she shivered.
    She stood up, holding her hands out. She moved in what she hoped was a straight line and after about fifteen or twenty tiny steps her hands hit a wall. She felt around and it was just a flat wall. She followed it slowly to the corner, not finding any furniture in her way. She felt and turned the corner. Within a few feet she felt the framing of a door. She felt the hinges, sliding her hand across she found the metal plate where the handle would be, except, wait, no, no, the doorknob was removed.
    She had just about decided to pound on the door when the first fiery slash swept across her back. She yelled and moved back towards the corner but another fiery slash swept across her rounded butt, bringing a fierce sting to both cheeks. She turned, backing away to the corner, and the sting hit her stomach. This was what she feared — she cried, she screamed. It was not the pounding sticks but it was a stinging slash.
    “Please, Master, I am sorry, I didn’t know what to do. Tell me what to do. Anything, I will do anything for you.” No, no, not pain in the dark. I can’t take pain in the dark, ask me to do anything.
    His voice came from across the room. “Beg me to let you suck me.” What did he want? It didn’t matter. Whatever he wanted, yes.
    “Master, may I please suck you?” There was silence. There was still a stinging feeling at her back and on her stomach.
    “Master, please, please, let me suck you?” There was still no answer.
    “Crawl over here, you don’t deserve to walk.” He was right, she had done something wrong in the dark, she had gotten pain. She needed