I couldn’t see him enter the room, but I could hear the footsteps and the sound of him sharpening his favorite blade. A moment later, the cold metal pressed into my hip, and his blade sliced my panties, letting them fall to the floor. “Open your whore legs!” He commanded. “You better not let it fall out of your whore hole.”
I squeezed my muscles around it, and then I felt him dragging a sizeable serrated blade across my body. I shivered, but I longed for it too. He must have noticed because he flipped the blade’s tip to my shoulder and smashed it in; he continued until he hit bone. He did it again and again. The room smelled of copper and heat, and my wicked cunt was soaked. The blood ran down my skin and mixed with my juices. “You’re wet? Christ, you’re a fucked up bitch, Faith,” he said. My sadistic master removed my blindfold and started to feed me my blood off of his hands. He pulled the blade out from my pussy, and turned it blade in, and fucked me with the sharp thick knife, right in my cunt. I cried out in sheer ecstasy.