"You heard me, you little slut! Down!" His voice was loud, threatening. Cori still shook her head but found herself bending to his order.
Shuddering, Cori brushed away one tear that had escaped from under her long blonde lashes, and then she dropped to her knees. It was as if she were going to have her head chopped off. Uncle Jim moved around her, pulling both her hands back and telling her to keep them there poised atop her ass.
He was busy getting something from the workbench. Rope! She could feel the hemp twisting around her wrists, binding them together tighter and tighter until she felt her fingers growing numb and icy. Cori groaned, looking around and watching Uncle Jim smiling grimly. He pushed her head back down, forcing her to drape herself completely over the crate. Cori knew she had to be arousing her uncle. She found her ass shoved back and out at an obscene angle, her cunt and shitter completely exposed. She pulled her ass back in, realizing she was shaming herself in this dreadful way.
"Nice knife. You saw it? Be surprised what something like this can do, even with a dull blade like this one has. You wanna look at it closer?" Cori shook her head, twisting her bound wrists together and feeling sweat start to bead on her helpless body. Then her heart nearly stopped as she felt something cold against one side of her face. It was the knife, she knew, rubbing back and forth across her flesh, pressing into her cheek, then rubbing over her nose. She crossed her eyes, staring at the awful blade until she thought her heart would crash through her ribcage. Uncle Jim laughed at her reaction, watching her body shiver and tremble against the box as he pulled the blade back until it was pressed against the back of her neck.
Cori whimpered again. She could feel the chilly, rusty, steel against her warm flesh. The girl let out a small moan, shifting her position on the floor and feeling the splintery wood of the box against her belly. Stiffening her back, Cori drew her knees together as if that would somehow protect her. She felt so naked, so vulnerable with the terrible pressure of that cold blade against her flesh.
Letting out a gasp, she could feel something else that felt oddly out of place. Her cunt was starting to tingle, the cuntlips growing swollen with blood while her clit slowly began to stiffen. She rolled her ass lightly up and down, feeling a growing slick rub of her pussy folds. She hoped her uncle didn't notice her curious little movement.
"Used this for a long time," he said with a chuckle, turning the knife around so the sharpened edge was against her soft skin.
Cori let out another whimper, her knees brushing up against the box while her asscheeks separated, clenched, then separated again in an uncontrollable spasm. It was all Cori could do to keep from pissing in fear.
"Could cut through wood with it at one time. Shame I haven't kept it up. But then again, I've got more of 'em in the house. That ought to be real nice for you to know, right?"
He laughed nastily, pushing the knife back and forth, making Cori feel he was about to cut her throat at any time. She let out a little fart, bringing a laugh of approval from her uncle. Uncle Jim kept on talking, talking about the knife, about how it could cut open things, bringing the knife down from her neck to the upper portion of her back. She shivered, working her shoulders back, feeling her nipples standing up at attention, the nubs rubbing teasingly against the splintery wood. Uncle Jim left a small narrow white line on her flesh as he drew the blade down her back. He traced the small bumps on her spine with the tip of the knife, drawing it down in a broad arc to her full thighs. That was when Cori panicked.
But she strained to be silent, knowing her uncle derived more awful pleasure from her cries when she screamed out in pain or fear. But it was so hard not screaming out anything right now. He could shove the blade into her and end her life at a moment's notice. Stories of young girls being found brutally murdered went through her head as she crouched there helplessly, the ropes burning into her wrists. And now he was sliding the knife down her body. Cori couldn't help it. She turned her head to one side, resting her cheek against the box and let out a cry of despair. "You dig this, don'tcha, baby? You really like this almost as much as fuckin', right? You like gettin' hot cock in your pussy? Most girls your age do," Uncle Jim said, bringing his right hand around her hip and rubbing his fingers up into her asscrack.
Cori flinched, her ass bobbing up and down as she felt her flesh crawl with horror. His right index finger was poking into her cunt now, jabbing in until the ragged nail was scraping painfully along the slick pink walls of her pussy. Cori let out another cry of despair, trying to tuck her ass away from him. He stopped in a moment, his finger touching a firm solid wall of flesh inside her cunt channel.
"Well, I'll be damned!" he whispered, poking the flesh harder, watching as Cori jerked away and cried out in pain. "You're a fuckin' virgin! You ain't never been with a man, huh?"
"N-n-n-no," Cori sobbed, feeling this discovery would work more against than for her.
"Well, that's gonna change real fast. Ain't right for a young lady like you not to know what a man feels like… a real man," Uncle Jim said, slapping her ass once more while still tracing the outline of her thighs with the blade.
"Oh, Uncle Jim, no, don't… please don't…"
"Fuck you? Come on, gal, say it. Say it!" he commanded.
The blade slipped down a little more. Now he was tracing the outline of her thigh, pressing in more firmly as he demanded an answer.
"Don't fuck me," she whispered, feeling tears burning her eyes.
"Sorry, Cori. You're just gonna have to put up with your of uncle and his ways," he said with a cruel laugh.
She shivered, feeling the sharpness of the steel driving her half mad. She could hear him breathing deeply behind her, his weight pressing up against her ass. He was moving up more closely, watching as the knife slipped around her asscheeks. Cori wanted to sink from sight. She could feel him spreading her knees forcibly apart. The wet, sticky line of her cuntal crack was exposed all the way now, the blade dangerously close to that soft, vulnerable area. Cori let out another shout, bobbing her ass away, feeling as if she were going to die from terror.
She worked her wrists back and forth until she felt something wet trickling over her fingers. Blood? Sweat? She didn't know. The young girl stopped struggling, concentrating on survival while he brought the knife up against her asscrack.
"Noooooooo!"
Uncle Jim was drawing the blade down to the bottom curves of her ass, twisting it around and rubbing the flat of the cold steel blade between her cunt and asshole. Cori was sure the slightest move would ruin her forever. She knelt there without making a single move, even holding her breath at times.
In a moment, the knife was gone and Cori sagged with relief, letting out a whoosh of breath. Then the chill was back, this time right over her cunt. Cori let out a cry, her spine stiffening while her pussy sucked in air and spasmed uncontrollably. Cori thought she would go into shock from the feel of the knife against her pussy that way. He was moving the knife along now, the tip tracing the edges of her cuntlips. She bit her lip, her nostrils flaring while her throat felt dry.
"No, don't cut me, Uncle Jim! Please, don't do that to me!" she whimpered.
"Don't worry about that, sweet pea," he chuckled. "There's no way I'm gonna throw you away… just yet, anyway."
Cori could feel a trickle of her cuntal juice seeping from her pussy, oozing down her thighs. She shifted position on the crate, hearing the boards groaning from her weight. Uncle Jim was moving the blade back up, up until it was pressed flat against her cunt. It was as if someone had put an ice cube at the center of her hot cunt. He pressed the blade from the bottom junction of her cuntlips to her clit, pricking the spongy, stiff little nub. Cori shivered, biting her lower lip again, wishing this would be all over as she felt her cunt cinching down on the offending knife. The sharp, rusty edges of the blade bit into her pussylips.