Terra

He walked behind her...regarding her back. Her brown hair was pulled into a pony tail that wagged back and forth, its tip near the base of her neck. The white spandex shirt pulled tight across her somewhat wide shoulders, revealing clearly the straps of the black bra underneath. Her ribs tapered down into a waist that, while not slender, still formed an hourglass with the widening of her hips. Her jeans were overly tight, and she wore them inside out in the fashion of the time, though the seams seemed to stand as they moved down the swell of her round ass. He had always thought her legs were slightly too short for her torso, but he'd forgive her quite a lot for the way her wide flat breasts thrust forth from her torso. The bra squeezed them and made them portrude farther than they really did, but they were big and he would definitely enjoy biting them until they bled.

He'd been going to school with her for a couple of weeks now and had to admit, the fact that she walked, talked and dressed like a complete cocktease turned him on. The contempt she constantly showed him just made it better. The way her brown eyes smoldered with disgust whenever she had to talk to him amused him inside. At least, it amused him when he thought of how he planned on making her pay for it. He was especially pleased that today had given him a perfect opportunity. After all, it wasn't often that he was ordered to tutor the meanest girl in school in math. It was really nice of her to have told her to come to her house to do it.

She was mumbling something insulting to him, the usual. He wasn't bothering to listen, he was already picturing the way her flesh was going to writhe at his command. He was watching her shoulders twitch with each breath, the way her hair danced back and forth. The details were...special. She went very still, very silent at the feeling of metal against her throat. The blade curved like a claw, the edge on the inside of the curve, which means it cupped her throat like the grasp of a lover. He was smiling though she couldn't see it as he pressed his body against her back, his hand rising to grip one of her breasts in a none too gentle hand.

"Don't move Terra...don't move."
"What the fuck do you think you're DOING?"

Her voice was shrill, it always was when her will was thwarted. She didn't think he had the balls to hurt her, to go through with it. Everyone at school underestimated him. His hand slid back slightly, drawing the knife around her throat just a touch. The cut was long, at least 5" starting at the larynx and back towards her spine. But he made sure it was shallow. The blood was dark against her suddenly very pale skin. She whimpered, her lip trembling and her eyes closing tight. It wasn't the threat of pain that caused the reaction. He had seen her get into fights in school, attacking men twice her size. She wasn't afraid of his fists, of his muscle, his bone. But she was afraid of the steel. It made him smile. He used his grip on her breast to turn her around, reversing his grip on the blade to keep it against her throat as he backed her up against her fridge. The word "Bitch" jumped across her breasts, her breathing erratic in the face of what she knew was coming. He took hold of the collar of her shirt and sliced down with the knife, her breasts stretched it just tight enough that with an extra twist he could cause the fabric to part...once the initial cut was made he simple tore it away from her torso. Spandex peeled off with a little work. She stared at her, defiance creeping back into her eyes, she was getting ready to fight him, despite the crimson ring around the side of her neck.

"You hurt my feelings all the time. You're the only girl I've ever asked out at this school, and you mocked me for it. I knew you'd say know, but you didn't have to mock me."

She opened her mouth to say something and was interupted by the tip of the knife against her tongue, the steel clicking hard against her lower teeth, chipping one..her lip bled from the pressure he placed on it.

"I don't want you to speak right now."

The fear came back in a rush. He fondled one of her wide breasts casually, savouring it, he'd never touched a woman before and he wanted to enjoy it. She'd told him her parents wouldn't be home any time soon, but better safe than sorry. The good thing about this redneck town, is that neighbor's lived quite a ways distant through a lot of trees.

He leaned down and picked up her shirt, smiling as he gripped her bra and turned her with it, his arm around her chest in parody of a young lover. He bit down hard on the top of her ear, having to lean to do so. His hot breath hissed into her ear as he walked her towards the door, keeping the knife in her mouth. It was amazing the fear evoked by a blade placed in an unusual location.

"Open the door, we're going for a walk."

It was cute the way she swallowed, sweat covering her brow, he could feel it slicking her breasts and sides. It just made him enjoy what was going to do to her out in the forest even more. He hummed merrily, shifting his grip to her ponytail as it was easier for him, she was almost a half-foot shorter than him. He wasn't really afraid of her trying to run with a knife half in her mouth, and she was being very careful not to gag, it seems she liked her tongue. She picked up the fallen clothes line from next to her garage as he walked her into the woods, her frustrated rage visible as he complimented her on what a good girl she was. She loathed this, and he was glad for it. The tops of her breasts were faintly smeared with red, the blood from her neck, it was a sharp knife, even a small cut would bleed freely for quite a while. He couldn't wait for there to be more. He didn't take her far, just far enough that they couldn't see the house, nor could he hear the road. He commanded her to put her hands behind her back, taking the knife from her mouth as he did so. He wasn't in the least surprised when she cursed fouly and started to run. Though she was when the grip he snagged on the main strap of her bra jerked her to a painful halt. She twisted around to fight, which snapped the strap at her shoulder and was staggered by the backhand that caught her in the temple. The knuckles of his fist wrapped about the hard hilt of the knife caught her as she turned into the blow, the timing was perfect. She dropped to her knees like a stunned ox. School fights are nothing compared to real violence.

"Stupid cunt, I told you to be good."

Blood trickled from her temple, she opened her mouth to reply, her eyes slightly glazed when he shoved her wadded shirt into her mouth. His knees came down onto her forearms, forcing her to lay back or have them broken. She squirmed and struggled but he was too high up on her torso for her knees to do more than annoy him. Even so he twisted her ear until he could hear her shreaking. She spit out the shirt and started to whine, begging him to leave her alone, apologizing for her treatment of him. He put the knife under her ear, which caused her to freeze.

"Terra, if you move again in the next few moments, I'm going to cut off your ear, then your nose."

She froze, and held her hands together infront of her. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but he could make do with it. He folded the rope between his bent leg, inside his knee and held it there, still straddling her. His free hand looped it around her arms again and again, starting at her elbow and working his way to her wrist. It wasn't hard to tie it off, that much rope kept her from moving much, even when he took the knife away. He captured her ankles one at a time, despite her squirming and tied them against her hips, painfully forcing her knees to bend to the fullest...it also caused her hands to crush between her breasts, a loop of rope going around her neck and down her bakc. He explained it very carefully, if she moved too much, she would strangle...her options were to open her knees and spread her legs to relieve some of the pressure, or suffer with the choking pain. Helpless, and eager to avoid more pain than she had to, she spread her legs. He regarded her jean sheathed legs and bra with amusement. Purposefully using the knife to cut the bra from her. He cut her twice, under her armpits as he did so. She whimpered and twisted, trying to avoid the pain. He took the blood and rubbed it across her nipples and her eyelids. Kissing her chin gently. She twisted away from him.

He watched her, his face gentle. He explained calmly what he was going to do to her. How he was going to cut her pants from the fly up to her ass. How he was going to cut the insides of her thighs. He explained how he was going to fuck her cunt, and her asshole. He honestly admitted how he was going to make her hurt. He put the shirt back in her mouth and ties it there with the scraps of her bra. He cut the undersides of her breasts so it hurt more when he fondled them. He spent all day working on her, fucking her, taking delight in her body. He wasn't done for a very long time...but when he was...he felt so much better.