Lily’s gutting

Lily’s fingers tightened on the handles of the knife, feeling the cold steel against her sweaty skin. The blade gleamed in the dim light of the room, reflecting her wide, terrified eyes. She knew what was coming. She knew what she wanted. It was wrong, it was twisted, but she couldn’t deny it any longer. The thought of being gutted, of feeling the sharp pain and the warm blood spill out of her, filled her with an intense arousal. Her heart pounded, her breath quickened, and she felt the heat between her legs grow.

It wasn’t just the pain. It was the complete surrender, the utter helplessness. To have her insides exposed, her vulnerable organs laid bare. To be at the mercy of someone else, completely powerless. She couldn’t explain it, couldn’t justify it. But the need, the desire, was overwhelming. She had to know what it felt like, had to experience it for herself.

Lily closed her eyes, savoring the moment. She felt the blade against her skin, the coolness a stark contrast to the heat of her arousal. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. This was it. This was what she wanted.

She would do it once. Just to feel it. Just to know. Then she would tie herself up and be fastened to the andreas cross. Then Luna would continue.

With a bit of hesitation, Lily very slowly stick the knife into her abdomen, savoring all of it. The pain was immediate, sharp and burning. She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the blade cut through her skin and muscle. The sensation was intense, overwhelming. She could feel the heat of her blood as it began to flow from the wound, the stickiness as it coated her skin.

When its about 8cm in her, she stops and just looks, how dark, thick blood runs out the small and deep wound.

She pulled the knife out, and a fresh wave of pain washed over her. She whimpered, her legs trembling as she tried to stay upright. But the pain wasn’t the only thing she was feeling. Along with the agony, there was a rush of pleasure, a heady mixture of pain and lust that made her head spin.

This rush goes directly into her sex, tingling, heating up and pricking. She immediatly gets wet down there. It’s like her vulva panting for stimulation.

Lily looked down at the wound, mesmerized by the sight of her own blood flowing from her body. It was a deep, crimson red, almost black in the dim light. She reached down, tentatively touching the cut. The pain flared again, but so did the pleasure. She moaned, her body responding to the dual sensations.

As if by accident the tip of her index finger slides in, exploring the opening.

She knew she needed more. She needed to feel it deeper, to experience the full extent of the pain and pleasure that she craved. With trembling hands, she raised the knife again, positioning it just above the first cut. She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest, but she knew she couldn’t stop now. She had to see this through, no matter how terrifying it was.

Luna steps forward out of the dark, from where she was watching and softly grabs Lily’s knife-hand.

“Honey, I know you want immediatly more, but remember your wish and plan for you. We have all the time in the world, to fully savor this, get the most óut of it.”

She looks understanding and seductive into Lily’s eyes.

“I got as well horny and wet like you. But I know, there will be much more for us. So what do you think, honey?” Luna asks serious and caring.

Lily took a shaky breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Luna’s words echoed in her mind, reminding her of the plan she had made. It was true, she didn’t have to rush this. She could take her time, savor every moment of this twisted experience.

She looked at Luna, meeting her gaze with a mixture of fear and anticipation. “You’re right,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I can wait. I want to make this last.”

Luna smiled, her eyes gleaming with an understanding that only someone who shared Lily’s dark desires could have. “Good girl,” she purred, her voice low and seductive. “We have all night. Let’s make it count.”

Together, they walked over to the Andreas cross that stood in the middle of the room. It was tall and imposing, its wooden frame a stark contrast to the softness of Lily’s skin. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she approached it, her heart racing with anticipation.

This will be the last time she surrenders herself to anything. She anticipate herself tightly bond to it, no chance of fight or escape.

She shudders excited.

Luna helped Lily to lean against the cross, positioning her body so that her arms were stretched out to the sides and her legs were spread apart. Kneeing before her, Luna sees Lilys spreaded vagina at eye level. Sees her small, fresh labia, fluffy and moisten. She could immediately put her tongue in it, but holds back.

The cold wood against Lily’s skin sent a chill through her, but it was quickly replaced by a warmth that spread from her core. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and it only added to her arousal. Every nerve in her body was on fire, every sensation heightened to an almost unbearable degree. Her body was already responding, her pussy throbbing with need, her juices starting to flow.

Luna fastened the straps around Lily’s wrists and ankles, securing her to the cross. The leather was soft against her skin, but the restraints were tight, unyielding. She tugged at them experimentally, feeling the slight give in the leather, but knowing that she wouldn’t be able to break free. The realization sent a thrill through her, a mix of fear and excitement that made her heart race.

The so constantly stretched and strained limbs stacked to her feeling of devotion.

Lily whimpered as Luna tightened the last strap, securing her ankle to the cross. She was spread wide now, completely at Luna’s mercy. The cool air of the room caressed her skin, heightening her senses. She could feel every slight movement of the restraints, every shift of her body against the wood. And she could feel the wetness between her legs, the evidence of her arousal that she couldn’t hide.

“You look beautiful like this,” Luna whispered, her breath hot against Lily’s ear. “So helpless, so exposed. It’s like you were made for this.” Luna’s hands traced down Lily’s sides, feather-light touches that made her shiver. “I’m going to enjoy every moment of this, Lily. Every cut, every reaction of yours, every drop of blood. And so will you.” She slides her hand down to Lily’s pussy, feels how wet, warm, and slippery it is. Her clit is already hard and visible. She slides her fingers over it and feels how Lily immediately starts to shiver.

Lily moaned softly, her head falling back against the cross. Luna’s touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She couldn’t deny the truth in her words. This was what she had wanted, what she had craved. And now, with Luna’s skilled hands on her body, she knew that she had made the right decision. She was ready for whatever came next, ready to embrace the pain and the pleasure that awaited her.

This is all hers. She now surrenders fully to her fetish. To her and Luna’s desires. She wants to be taken by her and her knife.

“Please,” she begged, her voice barely audible. “… s-start. I… can barely h-hold o-out an..nny more…” she trembles from her own words.

Luna stepped back, picking up the knife that Lily had dropped earlier. She examined it briefly, making sure that the blade was clean and sharp. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she brought the point of the knife to rest against Lily’s sternum. The cold metal felt like ice against her heated skin, a stark contrast that made her gasp.

“Remember,” Luna said, her voice low and husky. “This is what you want. Embrace it, feel it, enjoy it. We’re in this together, Lily.” Her words were reassuring, but there was an underlying edge of excitement, of anticipation, that mirrored Lily’s own feelings. She gently starts to press the tip into Lily’s skin, watching how the skin breaks and how a small trickle of blood is starting to run down Lily’s body, following gravity, sideways the belly button, slightly strafing her labia, and continuing down her leg.

Lily nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of the knife against her skin. It was a small pressure at first, barely noticeable, but then it started to increase. She felt the skin give way, the sharp pain of the blade cutting into her. It was intense, overwhelming, and yet… she wanted more.

Luna focuses on only opening the surface of skin and muscles, not going deeper at the moment.

As slow as possible Luna slides down the knife, opening Lily more and more.

Lily’s voice increases: “Ah!.. Aah! Aaaaaahhh! Uuaaargghhh!…” this continues with Lunas making progress.

Lily feels how her skin and flesh is opened, spreading apart. Because of her stretched body, the tension widens the new opening on herself.

This cutting and tearing tortures Lily more and more.

Her face distorts, her screams change to more grumbing: “Uurgh! Uuuaaahhhrghhh!…”

In this moment so much feelings are firing in Lilys body.

Everything else fades away, leaving only the knife and Luna. Each cut is a doorway opening in her flesh, revealing new depths of feeling. She surrenders completely, allowing the pain to wash through her like a dark baptism. Yet intertwined with this suffering is a golden thread of pleasure that weaves itself around the agony, making it bearable, making it addictive. Her body betrays her, responding with physical intensity—muscles trembling, breath coming in ragged gasps, blood pumping furiously. It’s terrifying and exhilarating, a rush of sensations that threaten to consume her entirely. She’s no longer sure if she wants it to stop or continue forever.

As Luna continued her work, the room filled with Lily’s cries and whimpers. She tried to focus on the pleasure, to let it overshadow the pain, but it was a constant battle. With each new cut, she felt herself slipping further and further away from reality, into a world where pain and pleasure were the only truths that mattered.

“Almost there,” Luna murmured, her voice soft but steady. “You’re doing so well, Lily. Just a little more.” She slid the knife down Lily’s abdomen, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. The blade caught on the skin just above her pubic bone, and Luna paused, looking up at her captive.

Lily’s eyes were closed, her head lolling to one side. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. A sheen of sweat covered her skin, making her glow in the dim light of the room.

“Open your eyes, Lily,” Luna commanded. “I want you to see what I’m doing.” Slowly, Lily’s eyes fluttered open. She looked down at her body, at the long, jagged cut that Luna had made. It was deep enough that she could see layers of muscle and fat beneath the skin, and blood was welling up from the wound, running down her sides and legs.

“Beautiful,” Luna breathed. She reached out and gently touched the edges of the cut, spreading them apart slightly. Lily gasped, her body tensing at the new sensation. The pain was sharp and intense, but there was something else there too, something that she couldn’t quite put into words.

“You’re doing so well,” Luna repeated. “I’m so proud of you.” She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Lily’s stomach, just above the wound. The touch was gentle, almost loving, and it sent shivers down Lily’s spine.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I… I’m glad you’re here with me.” Luna smiled and stood up straight, looking into Lily’s eyes. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” she said. “Now, shall we continue?”

“Uaarghh… Y-yes,… But no…” Lilys facial expression changes. The distortion calms down, getting to soft, even begging, needy.

“Oh Luna. I-I want it sooo m-much… Ooaargh… Uh!… To b-be touched…”

“Shh Sweatheart!” Luna puts her index finger on Lilys mouth.

“I know. Just close your eyes and feel whats there and whats coming.”

Luna moved with slow, deliberate movements, her hands caressing Lily’s body. She started at her shoulders, massaging the tense muscles there before moving down to her breasts. She cupped them gently, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking Lily’s nipples until they were hard and aching.

Lily moaned softly, arching her back as much as she could. The restraints held her firmly in place, but she felt like she was floating, like Luna’s touch was the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth.

Lily felt Luna’s hands move lower, tracing patterns on her skin before coming to rest on her hips. For a moment, Luna just held her there, her thumbs rubbing small circles into the flesh. Then, slowly, she began to move her hands down Lily’s thighs. She was careful to avoid the wound, focusing instead on the sensitive skin of Lily’s inner thighs.

Lily gasped, her legs tensing as Luna’s fingers danced across her skin. The touch was light, almost ticklish, but it sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her head falling back against the cross. She seemed a bit angry. “d-don’t tease m-me… Argh!.. An-nymooore.. Pleeease!

Just FUCK MY LEWD CUNT ALREADY! Ahaha!… ” Tears running down Lilys cheeks.

Luna instantly pushes two fingers into Lilys throbbing, dripping, open and needy vulva.

Just this first contact brings Lily over the edge – all of the build up tension explodes at once:

“Aaaaaaaaahhhh! Argh! Yessssss! Ahahah! Yeeees! Fuck me, Fuck my pussy! Yeees! I can’t stop! Oahh! Ah! Aah! Aaaaahhhhh! Argh!”

Luna smiles, and while finger fucking her, she starts to rub with her other hand over Lilys open wound, that was made before, and was opened already a lot, because of the tension in Lilys body.

Lilys reaction is immediate:

“OH FFFUUUUUUUUCK! I CUM SO HARD! UAARGGHH! OHHH! MY! GOD! YEEESSSSS!”

The first touch of the wound is so intense, that it’s enough for the whole orgasm.

Lily is shaking, screaming, crying, moaning, cumming.

Her pussy is squeezing and sucking Lunas fingers inside her.

Lily continues to cum, over and over, with the constant stimulation of the wound and the fingering.

Lily is in a state of continuous orgasms, the pain of the wound making them more intense, more powerful. She’s lost all sense of time, of reality. All that matters is the feeling, the sensation, the pleasure mixed with pain. She’s floating in a sea of ecstasy, unable to tell where one orgasm ends and another begins.

Lily’s body is completely open now, her wound gaping wide. Luna’s fingers slide inside, touching sensitive organs, feeling the slickness of blood and other fluids. It’s an invasive, intimate sensation, and Lily feels like she’s being torn apart from the inside out.

Her throat is raw from screaming, her muscles aching from the constant tension. She feels like she might pass out at any moment, but somehow she manages to hold on, to keep feeling, to keep experiencing this intense pleasure-pain.

After a long while Lilys body relaxes a bit.

Her mind gets aware of the room and the situation again.

Lily looks down on herself and is a bit shocked: Luna is sprinkled all over with her blood.