Warning very explicit, read at your own risk.
The very next day I spent riding my bike in the neiborhood looking for an animal I could try my new baby on. I was at it all day, with nothing to show for it. I couldn't find any roaming pets or injured wild life to lacerate.
I went home that night extremely disapointed. I waited an entire week for this knife, now I have to wait even longer to find a stupid animal to bleed.
When I got in my room I took my knife out and began toying with it. I practiced opening it and closing it, tossing it back and forth between my hands, and thrusting it forward in a stabbing motion. Just getting used to the weight and over all feeling of it in my grasp.
I took out and used my little knife shapener, all the while day dreaming about burring my knife hilt deep in some twitching beast. I sighed contently closing my blade and tucking it safely between my mattress and boxspring.
I was torn from my bloody fantasy my a sofy knocking at my bedroom door.
"Lily, time for dinner."
"Be right out mom."
After dinner I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and took it to my room. I desided to skin my apple with my now very sharp knife. The more practice the better right? In the middle of skinning my apple my hand slipped and I sliced my finger tip open.
"Oh shit!" I quietly cursed as the gash began to throb. I gasped as I saw the blood begin to trickle out and slowly the painful throb began to morph into a new sensation. "Oh shit" I said again only this time it came out as a moan of pleasure.
Sticking the bleeding finger in my mouth I quickly let out another moan. My blood tasted amazing, it was like nothing I had ever had before. I sucked on my finger tounging the cut trying to coax out more blood.
Between the intence plesure of the cut itself and the taste of my blood I was quickly becoming very aroused. Being a young and still some what inocent girl I had no idea what was happening to my body, but I knew I didn't want it to stop. My body was on fire, especially the place between my legs.
Still suckling on my wounded finger my right had slowly made its way down to my womanhood. I gasped as I touched myself for the first time, quickly bringing myself to climax.
Wow, this could become a fun little pass time.
The next couple of days passed much the same as the last. Always ending with a small cut on my hand or wrist and pleasuring myself while licking at the wound.
After a week with my new knife and still no animals I was begining to get frustrated. I desided since I couldn't find a stray animal I would just have to sneak into someone yard and steal one. I knew of several houses that had small dogs that were often left in a fenced in yard unattended. One in perticular was just down the street from my house and had a gate on the fence. I just hoped it wouldn't be locked. I packed a backpack with a change of clothes, rope and my knife then set off down the street.
A few minutes later I was standing in front of the gate, I was lucky they didn't have a lock. I pulled the gate open and a small chihuahua ran out and started jumping up at me. My heart was racing with excitement as I picked it up and ran to the woods behand my house.
Once I was far enough in I tied one end of the rope around the dogs neck and the other around a small tree. Placing my backpack a few yards away from what would soon be a bloody mess, I pulled my knife out and walked back to the shaking dog.
I flicked my wrist and felt the knife click into the locked open possition.
I couldn't help the smile on my face, this was going to be fun.
Later that night while pleasuring myself my mind kept drifting to cutting up the dog. What a rush, and easy like a hot knife through butter.
Oh god that was good.