kmccall@netcom.com (kmccall)


While this story contains non-consensual sex and bondage, both parties
enjoy themselves immensely. In the end, neither party considers
themselves raped. Your views may differ. Constructive criticism is greatly
appreciated.


               The Sound of a Switchblade

Copyright 1994, K. McCall

     I'm  working late once again. The case that we're preparing has taken
a last minute turn for the worst, and I'm scrambling to gather more data
and evidence. It's taking far longer than I'd anticipated - as it always does
- but it's a rape case. Something that I feel rather strongly about, being a
woman. So I'm willing to go the extra mile. I want a conviction. Looking up
at the clock, I'm shocked to see it's even later than I thought. It's almost
midnight! I'm surprised my husband hasn't called by now, wondering
where I am. I guess because I'd called him earlier, he's not too concerned,
and he knows how secure it is here in this building we share with the Bank
of America. Guards, card-keys, video, and who knows what else they
have.

     I tell the PC to print some long reports, and as is always my habit, I
power down the monitor. Grabbing my gym bag, I throw my purse inside.
Suddenly, the lights go out! My initial reaction is of course, it's simply a
momentary power failure. I'm certain the lights will come on in a second
or two. Funny though, the laser printer is beginning to purr, and the small
green light is flashing on the front panel from across the room. In the
darkness, I turn toward where I know the hallway is, and I see light
creeping out from under the bathroom door. Maybe the guards turned off
the lights just in this room, not knowing I was still here working. Without
any outside windows in this room it's really dark. It's a long walk to the
hallway, through a myriad of office cubicles and furniture. I'll call the
guards and tell them my predicament.

     Picking up the phone I begin feeling the keypad, developing a mental
picture of where the numbers are. I manage to punch out 999, the
emergency number that I'm rather amazed I even remember, seeing that
I've never used it before. The extension rings. Three rings, four rings . . .
six, seven . . . damn them! They must be either asleep, or out on their
rounds of the complex. Why is it always this way when you really need
something!

     Suddenly, I feel a hand clamp across my mouth while an arm wraps
around my chest, pinning both my arms to my sides just below my
breast-line. The handset tumbles to the floor. I'm pinned against a very
large, hard, masculine body. My heart begins to race!  

     There's a long moment of silence. His rhythmic breathing is very calm
and deep. Being Japanese, I'm petite to begin with, but still, he's very big
by any standard. Much taller and wider than I am. His pelvis is pressing
firmly against the small of my back. The silence lasts so long I'm beginning
to think this is a practical joke by one of the other asinine lawyers in my
office.

     I feel his chin digging into my hair on the top of my head. He's pulling
me tighter to his own body, giving me full body contact. His front side
rubbing slowly against my back. His private parts becoming warmer, and
harder. Grinding into my backside, he's getting himself hot. I feel his large
belt buckle and just below it, I can clearly discern the crown and shaft of
his manliness. The warmth of blood rushing to begin filling him becomes
apparent. It's beginning to pulse and throb, keeping pace with his heartbeat
and growing rapidly!

      I'm visualizing it in my mind. It's bigger than big, it's immense! Beyond
a doubt, what I feel against my back is the largest male appendage I've
ever come in contact with. Or for that matter seen, or ever even dreamed
about. It occurs to me, that to make out this much detail of his erupting
hard-on, his pants must be very thin. With my hands trapped against my
sides, they are contacting the front of his legs. I can feel them. He's
wearing long tights. I think back to the gym that I'd worked out at earlier,
but it doesn't make sense. That was hours ago. There is one man there
though that I see regularly, who is very well endowed. He never hides it,
and it's hard to miss. Once, he returned my purse I'd left behind at
the club. It couldn't be! His erection continues growing as he rubs it against
my backside. The tip and glans are getting ever larger, more rigid and
hotter. I'm getting scared again. This man is becoming physically aroused
by restraining me! My worst possible fears, alone, in the office, in the dark,
being accosted!

     My face is pulled against his, almost lifting me off the floor in the
process. His bristly beard rubs against my ear, as he says "I'm not going
to hurt you. Don't make a sound when I remove my hand. Nobody will hear
you anyway, I've taken care of that. You're going to enjoy the company of
me and my little teaser. Do you understand?" Next to my right ear, I hear
a fast mechanical latching. Shakily, I nod my head. It's so dark he probably
can't see it, but I know he can feel it. He repeats in a soft monotone, "Me
and Teaser, umm hmmm. We're a team, we are. Teaser, the orgasmic
pleaser. He's sharp and cold and very bold. Just relax and enjoy. We aim
to please." Again, the latching occurs. It's a switchblade!

     He removes his hand from my mouth, and says, "Quiet now."  As he
releases his left arm from around my chest, he grabs my left hand and pulls
it behind my back. With his right, he grabs my right arm and does the
same. Both of my hands now are behind my back. Just one of his
restraining both of mine! Every horror story I've ever heard about flashes
in my mind. Relaxing I'm not!

     A chain rattles behind me. At the same time a cold, hard steel bracelet
clamps around my right wrist. A handcuff! I begin trembling so badly my
knees are shaking. The other cuff immediately gets clamped around my
other wrist!

      An arm encircles my waist as he pushes me down on the tabletop. I'm
pushed face-down on my own desk. My rear is embarrassingly away from
the desk, up in the air, while I tremble. Mounting my back, he gyrates his
rock-hard shaft and crown against my buttocks and back. His large, heavy
balls track his movements. The motions become faster. I begin hoping
maybe this is all. Maybe he'll just ejaculate on my back and then leave me
alone, when suddenly he stops. The switchblade sounds again, twice. He
moves directly behind me.

     His hands begin massaging my cheeks through the tight cotton/lycra
miniskirt I've worn today. God, I regret now flaunting such sexuality. I wish
I'd just worn pants! 

     Hands are now running up and down my thighs and legs, smoothly and
seemingly lovingly. Once in a while, he pulls and tugs gently at my
pantyhose. He's playing with me! Slowly, he moves up high onto my
thighs, sliding his hands up under my stretchy miniskirt. He seems to be
enjoying the elasticity of it. Then, he pushes my skirt up around my waist.
I feel his face and beard rubbing against my legs. He's moaning slightly
while massaging the lower half of my body, using as much of his body as
he can. His face, hands and arms are all over me. Feeling me. Massaging
me. Teasing me.

      Bewilderingly, I feel my own fright begin to mix with a mild erotic rush.
His very large hand slips between my legs and begins gently cupping and
stroking me there. Obviously, an experienced man. He knows how to
please a woman! I feel myself becoming aroused now. My warm dampness
is seeping through my pantyhose. He lingers there. He feels for, and finds,
my tender lips. Through my stockings he separates them, dallying between
them. Sometimes sliding up and down, other times pushing hard and
actually probing his finger and of course, my stocking inside me! With each
movement, My wetness lubricates his fingers and hand, more and more.
Making it more pleasurable each time. I'm embarrassed. And scared. And
at the same time, I'm amazed that I'm becoming very excited, very hot!  

    As he's massaging and stroking me with his one hand, I hear a
mechanical click right next to my ear. Cold metal is being gently smoothed
against the skin behind my ear. Almost like he's going to shave my head
from the ear on back. My trembling begins again, but thankfully he stops.
He says, "Don't worry, Teaser won't cut _you_." His hand moves down
and I feel something move between the waistband of my skirt. I hear the
knife slicing through the fabric of my miniskirt. The elasticity of my skirt
releases and I can feel the cool office air on my hips and thighs. I'm very
aware that it's now only my pantyhose that separates him from me!      
He begins smoothing the flat, cold blade first against my cheeks - like
smoothing the icing on a cake - and then, right between my legs. Passing
it gently back and forth between my legs. Pausing to gently probe between
my tender folds, still at least somewhat protected by my stockings, yet
being held open by the elasticity of them and the previous fingering he gave
me. He flips the blade rapidly back and forth between my tenderness. The
sound of my own juices, fuels my racing heart! I'm oozing. With the flat of
the blade, he smooths back and forth against my separated lips. Playing
with my wetness like a squee-gee.

      I'm grateful that the blade really can't get to my real tenderness, but
it causes my own dampness to flow even more. I feel the wicking action
of my pantyhose distributing my wetness down all over the insides of my
thighs. I'm gushing with an erotic anxiety like nothing I've ever felt!
Drenched and dripping, it's spreading far and wide, down my legs.
Spreading to the tops of my thighs, almost to my kneecaps, and getting
cold on the back of my hips.

       The blade coerces down the inside of my right leg, all the way down
to the strap of my sling-backed pumps. He pushes the blade between my
ankle and the strap. With the dull edge against my ankle, the strap slices
like butter. I gasp as he uses the blade to toss my shoe from my foot. I'm
trembling as he begins massaging my foot, as if he loved me! An incredible
calming effect overwhelms me.

        His whole body is hugging my leg. His shoulder is between my legs
and he's pushing me up. I'm riding on his shoulder, my feet totally off the
ground, turning me on even more. I welcome the opportunity his shoulder
provides my womanliness. I instinctively begin humping it. Getting very
hot.

       Again, I feel as if he just wants to turn me on, and obviously *be*
turned on. One of his hands starts squeezing my toes, spreading them
apart. I feel the cold steel again, only this time between my big and first
toes. Like a zipper, I hear the material slice. My foot immediately pops
through my stocking. The stocking riding up to my ankle. The knife action
instills fear in me. I'm not sure what to think.

     A warm wetness surrounds my toes. He's sucking on them! Using his
tongue the same way I go-down on my husband. Sucking it fully while
massaging the underside. One by one, each of my toes enters his mouth
and each gets the same treatment. Finally, all five at the same time. The
tongue darting in and out between them randomly. Now, I'm humping his
shoulder with all my might. Rapidly and rhythmically, round and round.

     As if he knows I'm about to come, he gently sets me down lightly upon
my feet. With no more shoulder, I'm left in a heated frenzy! I hear the blade
flick twice again.

     He begins working on my left foot, the same way as my right. First
slicing the strap on my shoe, then massaging me while spreading my toes
and riding me up on his shoulder. Undulating wildly against his shoulder and
neck, I'm about to explode. Again, he slices my stocking between my toes
and sets me down gently. The blade slides up the inside of my left thigh
with that familiar, yet eery, smoothing motion. He's completed a large loop,
back up between my legs. Pausing momentarily, he flicks the dull edge
gently, repeatedly, against my tender swollen lips. I find myself pressing
against it in the hope of erotic relief! Gyrating against it madly!

     He commands me, "Enough of that now," and I feel the blade turn 180
degrees, he now has the sharp edge between me! I have to stop, even
though I don't want to, and almost can't! Panic sinks in, thinking what he
could do now . . . he could split me from the bottom up! 

     Slowly, the blade moves to the top of my pantyhose and pauses. The
nylon tears like a zipper opening. The cold of the blade follows between my
cheeks as the fabric is split. When he gets between my legs, he continues
up the front. The tension of my pantyhose releases, as my stockings are
separated in half.  For a moment, I feel the bristle of his beard and the
dankness of his breath against my cheeks. He drops the knife on the desk
next to me - right next to my face! My own heavenly smell permeates from
it.

     Face down on my own desk, I'm completely naked from the waist
down. I'm scared, yet at the same time, he has aroused me incredibly. I'm
as wet and swollen as I can be. He pushes himself against me, pinning me
between himself and my desk. I can feel him pulsing. He mounts my back
again in order to pin me against the desktop. Undulating against me. I hear
him rummage through my gym bag and undo the snap on my purse.

     I hear a small switch turn on, and a familiar buzzing begins. It's the
vibrator I sometimes carry in my purse! How did he know it was there?  For
an instant, he releases me, and the sound becomes dull, as if muffled by
a pillow. But, again, he pushes back against me, and I feel that he has the
vibrator in his tights right next to his erection! My vibrator, which I thought
was rather large, pales in size compared to his engorged member. I ask him
softly,"how did you know that was in there?" He replies, "Let's just say,
we've done our detective work."

     I'm forced back against my desk, my vibrator in his pants. Slowly he
grinds his vibrating pelvis against me. He picks up the knife next to my face
again. It clicks twice. I feel the cold blade at my back as he begins to slice
up through my top and bra. I sense all my clothing release from my body.
Hands begin rubbing my back. My fear subsides slightly as my excitement
increases. Both his hands slide up my back and begin stroking my long hair.

      Then, he slowly pulls my hair back together in a pony tail. He pulls my
pony tail back hard and my breasts are lifted off my desk. I feel the cold air
stiffen my nipples. Releasing one of his hands, he reaches around to the
front of me, and begins caressing my right breast, pinching and tugging my
nipple, twisting and rolling it between his fingers. Then, very gently and
lightly, I feel the sharp blade scrape against the fullness of my breast, ever
so slowly up to my nipple. He pauses and slowly drags the sharp edge
against the tiny bumps on my areola. I feel it lightly scrape every bump,
then it flicks rapidly back and forth against the very tip. I don't think I've
ever been teased so much in my life! My nipples have never been so hard!
I'm hot and scared! As a matter of fact, the only thing preventing me from
climaxing is fear.

     With a deadpan serious whisper he says to me, "I'm SO glad you like
this. It makes it SO much more pleasant. Don't move now." Suddenly, I
feel him grab my right ankle and pull my leg farther apart. The sound like
the unraveling of that wide, clear, really tough packing tape being torn
rapidly from a roll begins. It sounds like at least several feet. I feel him
wrap the tape around my ankle. Quickly, he pulls my ankle to the leg of my
desk, and I feel several swift wraps go around the desk's leg. I think about
kicking him with my only free appendage now . . . my left leg. But I don't,
I'm too scared. And I'm too small! The knife blade clicks.

     I'm highly aroused, yet scared. He's done things that make me fear for
my life. Almost the worst imaginable. Forcibly restrained me. Yet at the
same time he's handled me like a lover and intentionally excited me! Here
I am. Naked. All of my clothing literally cut from my body by a sharp knife.
My hands cuffed behind my back, with my torso flat against the top of my
desk. My leg is now taped to my desk's leg. I'm not going anywhere soon!
In a bizarre fashion he's exciting me. My own vibrator in his pants. Using
the blade, spreading my own frosting between my legs. Sucking my toes
an massaging me. The clicking sounds of the switchblade opening.

      And now, he's at it again. He begins massaging my left calf and the
inside of my thigh. Lifting my left leg, he yanks off my stocking. In one
swift motion he ties it around my left ankle. Spreading my leg wide, I feel
him tie my left ankle to the other desk leg. The vibrator gets louder. He's
pulled it out from his pants! I hear another pull from the tape roll. 

      Each of his monstrous, rough hands is on each of my cheeks. They're
being spread forcefully, almost painfully. His beard, then his hot moist
breath blow across my bottom. The rhythm of his breath is against me,
almost inside me. Something is lightly touching my sensitive hole. Then I
feel . . . it must be his tongue . . . lightly flicking between my hot, moist
and now very distended, tender lips. He moves his tongue in and out of his
mouth, following between my hot lips. Darting forward and licking from
side to side. Occasionally, his tongue reaches forward to the most sensitive
spot on my body. I wish he'd lick and suck there for a while . . . make me
come! My moaning is uncontrollable.

       What I feel against my rear-most entrance must be his nose. He's
breathing deeply there, basking in my natural aroma. I feel his tongue
slowly moving up to my small round hole and he begins licking me there,
very wetly. No one has ever used their tongue like this on me! The vibrator
is slowly working its way up, caressing the inside of my right thigh.
Pausing momentarily to circle the magic area between my legs, then
continuing through my parted, gushing lips, on up to circle my recess. He
gently circles, and ever so gently probes. Then circles and probes a little
deeper. Again . . . and again . . . and again, he does this. Gently. Like he
knows I've never been had like this. Each time going a little deeper - getting
closer to full penetration.

        With each deeper penetration I can feel the width of my vibrator
increase as the sound decreases, being deadened by my body. I love that
effect when I masturbate with it. The softer, louder effect as it goes in and
out of me. It's an aural turn-on in addition to the physical. I'm very in-tune
with the breadth of my little toy. What I don't know, is if I can take the full
breadth from the breach! I've never used it like he is! Each time he
penetrates me a little further.

        Then, surely enough, I feel it gets no wider, only deeper. He thrusts
what must be the full length into me! It's almost silent now deep inside my
rearmost access. Then, he pushes my cheeks together. I worry that it will
slide completely inside me! Tightening my sphincter muscles, I feel a piece
of tape being slapped against my left cheek. It comes around to cross over
the vibrator - now almost entirely engulfed -and continues across to my
right cheek. My god! He's taped the vibrator into me and squeezed both of
my cheeks tightly together.

       Pinned and restrained against my desktop, with a vibrator taped into
me, my legs taped and tied to the desk, I'm bent at the waist, flat against
my desktop, spread wide-open, with my little toy buzzing away deep inside
me. Spread and stretched so far that I can feel the vibrations from the
inside out, tingling my tenderness. I'm so, so hot. What more is he going
to do? If I could just have something caress my magic spot I think I could
experience an orgasmic overload! Maybe he'll get under me with his
shoulder again. I think I would come, and come, and come until perhaps I
passed out. But no! Here I am at the brink, with a madman at the controls!
The blade clicks twice from somewhere in front of me.

      I can feel the muscles in my legs convulsing. Involuntarily I'm pumping
my hips up and down, in and out, gyrating - ever so slightly because of my
restraints, but gyrating none-the-less. Just like I do, while sitting on my
lover with him deep inside me! It's the only thing that makes me feel like
I might be able to come. I'm gyrating faster and faster. If only there was
something against me, something that could press against my
womanliness! I'm desperate to climax!

     But, with me bent at the waist, there's nothing there, only the well of
the desk. The vibrations reverberating out from inside me. If only they were
stronger. My whole body is tense, aching, yearning desperately towards
orgasm. I've never been so sexually teased. Involuntarily I'm pumping my
hips now as fast as I can! I can't help but begin moaning softly. Porpoiseing
with my chest, I try to massage my own breasts and nipples against the
desktop. But, I'm becoming concerned again. I don't know what he's
doing. Since he taped the vibrator into me, I haven't heard him. Where is
he? 

     Just then, I feel hands reaching around from the front of me. They
reach around to the back of my head. My hair is being collected into a
ponytail and gets pulled back hard, lifting my face up. I'm looking straight
out into darkness when something strikes my cheek. It's warm and hard.
Oh God, I can feel it throbbing against my face! It's his massive erection!
He says to me, in a very serious tone "Open wide now. I hope it all fits."
Remembering the size of it when he was pressed against me, I open my
mouth as widely as I can.

       First I feel his tip enter my mouth and touch my tongue. Then as he
slowly inserts it, I feel his glans being compressed against my lips. My lips
are stretched taut by the size. They snap around the girth of his head
passing through them. I feel the edges of his head being compressed
against the top and bottom rows of my teeth. He's too big to fit! Scraping
against my teeth, at last, his whole manly cap is in my gaping mouth.
Slowly, he slides his shaft into my mouth until the back of my throat stops
his forward thrust.

     My cheeks have ballooned to accommodate his tip. My lips are
stretched so far that the corners feel like they're ready to split. I'm certain
I have only a third, at best, of him inside my mouth. My salivary glands are
set on fire as I taste a thin liquid venting from his tiny hole. My mouth is
gushing - as well as the rest of me - filling what little remaining volume is
left in my mouth. I swallow what I can, but I can't keep up with my own
salivary action and his own leakage. I hope he doesn't force the full length
into me, I know I can't take it all! Yet, with each beat of his heart I feel him
get a little larger. His heartbeat is so strong, it feels as if my head bobs
ever so slightly along with it.

     The tightness of his foreskin, tells me he's very near an orgasm. As he
tries to push in a little further, I can feel myself nearing climax as well! My
heart is now racing faster than when I do aerobics, and I'm sweating nearly
as much. I feel my vaginal muscles begin to quiver, and the muscles in the
rest of my body begin to tense. I'm certain I must be flowing like a hose.
Yes, I'm right at the brink! I love his taste and begin to give him what he
wants. Sucking and using my tongue to feel as much of him as I can.

     I'm finally crossing over the edge into the uncontrollable spasms of
orgasm! My body begins convulsing violently. My legs are chattering
against the drawers of my desk, the sharp drawer handles striking against
my thighs and shins. The contents of the drawers rattle as my quaking
shakes them about. My up and down pumping motions have turned
spasmodic. 

     Seconds after my tongue has begun sensing the ripples on the
underside of his huge shaft, he explodes into my mouth! It's filled
completely, and then some, with his first massive shot of hot thick liquid!
My head is jostled with the strength of his first jerk, my cheeks bulging
with his hot load. I can feel streams of his ejaculate oozing from the sides
of my mouth and down my chin. As he convulses again, I feel his jism
spurt out the sides of my ballooning mouth. Due to his strength, some of
it is forced down my throat. I almost choke as I inhale.

      I'm moaning uncontrollably. My whole body twitching and convulsing
in my own orgasmic ecstasy. Quivering and convulsing around his own
twitching and pumping motions. He discharges and convulses several more
times, each time my head being wrenched up and down with his strength.
Our spasms of delight are complementing each other! I wonder how long
this can go on for! I'm actually seeing stars. Those white-hot little spots
you see when you rub your eyes too hard! I feel him shoot several short
and rapid salvos again, my head rebounding each time, before he begins to
go flaccid slowly in my mouth. My own orgasmic convulsions also begin
to subside.  

     I savor the taste of this massive load before swallowing several times.
I love the feel of his enormous tool growing softer in my mouth. Gently I
suck and swallow, suck and swallow. He's still very large but becoming
baby-soft now. I love it, and apparently he does too, because he's not
moving a muscle. His grip on my ponytail has relaxed now. I'm completely
spent. Spent beyond belief, both sexually and psychologically. It seems like
we've been at this for hours now. It's hard to grasp what this night has
developed into. I would like to fall asleep with him inside my mouth, like a
baby sucking its thumb.

       Without a word, he pulls himself away from me. I hear the snap of his
tights as he pulls them up around his waist. He tells me, "I'm going to take
off the cuffs now and leave. But don't you even try to move for at least
fifteen minutes . . . don't even try, understand?" I say, "Don't worry, I
don't think I could even if I wanted to." He undoes the cuffs. He walks
away almost silently.

       My arms finally free, I push myself upright. In the
darkness, I reach down to my left leg, and after a few moments I manage
to release the knot tying my leg to the desk. It's nice to be standing
upright. Reaching around my backside, I pull the tape from my cheeks. The
vibrator falls out, still buzzing away. Unhurriedly I reach down to turn it off.
In the distance, I hear the purr of a laser printer starting. I'm exhausted.
Sitting for the first time in I don't know how long, I begin working at the
tape attaching my right leg to the desk. It takes a bit of perseverance, but
I'm finally released. I lie down on the floor in the fetal position, trying to
regain my wit and senses.

       After a few minutes the coldness of the room sets in. Standing  back
up, I fumble for my clothes but nothing is salvageable. Gathering my
crumpled and ripped clothing all over me, I sit in my chair. I become aware
of the phone making that funny sound when it's been off the receiver too
long. I reach down and hang it up. Just then, the lights come back on. A
pleasant feeling to have light, but I have nothing to wear . . . for the
moment I don't even care.

       After relaxing for a few moments, I reach into my gym bag. There are
only some leotards and shorts to put on. I get myself together and the
phone rings. It's Jimmy, one of the guards. He says, "I noticed that you
were still signed-in and wanted to see if you were really still here, seeing
as it's 1:15. I called a few minutes ago and the line was busy, so I figured
everything was ok" "Oh I'm fine Jimmy, thanks for asking though. I'm just
getting ready to leave. Oh, by the way Jimmy, has there been a problem
with the power around here?" "None that I'm aware of, ma'am. Did you
have a problem?" "Oh, just for a few minutes. Everything's fine now.
Thanks, Jimmy. I'll see you downstairs in a few minutes."

       Stopping by the washroom, I clean up as best as I can. As I'm
rummaging through my bag I find the switchblade knife my "lover" had
used on me. I close it, and then for no reason what-so-ever I click it open.
A Pavlovian experience begins . . . my heart begins to race, and I feel a
sexually charged excitement. Quickly, I close it. A souvenir of the evening
and now a complement to my vibrator! My husband is at home waiting for
me.

       I walk down the long hallway to the large front entry area. I see
Jimmy in the guard station. He waves, and gives me a beaming smile. I see
his lips move inaudibly, saying "Goodnight Janet!".

       As I walk to my car, I think to myself, "I never knew Jimmy was that
big. And I guess I never noticed how bristly his beard was either. Hmmm."
One hell of a night.  


Copyright 1994 K. McCall

