The Armed Man
Stands within the shadows of the darkness his palms sweaty from clenching the rope
the rope he used upon me to bind me, to bind me, to bind me to the platform to be his sacrifice, He tied me down tight stripping and cutting away my clothes till i lay there naked breathing heavily screaming to be released
He towers over me looking down upon me, his body tort clenched with anticipation of what he was about to do to me the sweat dripped from his brow he wiped it away
he put his hand upon my throat, stroking me, tormenting my soul and body from within its self he moves quickly stroking his knives along my body between my thighs
placing the cold blade against my cunt making me wet, he see's this and laughs a
gallant laugh he pushes the blade against my mound making me grasp at my binds
he leaves it there as he teases me some more with another blade upon my neck and breasts.. always releasing the pressure just before it penetrates my deafening screams fall upon his deaf ears he smiles but does not say anything
i can feel deep inside that i need release, but not release from my binds release from my self i need to be let out to scream to feel his pain upon my body i beg him to release me and he knows what i mean he takes me there and then raping me using me taking me but pleasing me no longer the armed MAN