Posted by The Black Knight on August 21, 2001 at 07:55:43:
In the middle of a small room that could have only been described as a dungeon stood a lovely woman named Priscilla. She was tall, graceful, and beautiful. She was dressed in a tight violet blouse and a jean skirt. Her light blue eyes widened as a man dressed all in black walked up to her. Her lower lip quivered and she let out an audible gasp as he lay his hands on her large firm breasts. He smiled as he moved his right hand down her body, lightly running his palm over her softly rounded belly. She stiffened as he patted her belly over her navel. From her gentle face, bright blue eyes, light airy voice, and sexy body no one would ever guess that she was in her mid-fifties, the only indication of her age was her shoulder length gray hair which had been gray since she was in her twenties. He leaned in close to her and she felt his body leaning against hers.
"You know, a little hair dye and no one would ever know that you're a grand mother." he whispered.
Priscilla stood with her feet bound together at the knees and her arms straight out to her sides. Her wrists were bound to a woman that stood behind her back-to-back.
"I'm not ashamed of my age." Priscilla retorted.
He smiled a little as he stepped back.
"Don't worry, Priscilla, you won't be getting any older." he said dryly.
He walked around Priscilla to face the woman behind her. She was just as tall as Priscilla, but slightly slimmer, and had an even more elegant look about her. Shoulder length soft brown hair framed a gentle face with soft brown eyes, thin lips, high cheek bones, and a slight air of superiority.
"Don't worry Melanie, when she gets it so will you." he said.
Melanie looked over her shoulder and Priscilla looked the same way. They had to look out of the corners of their eyes to actually see each other, but they recognized each other.
"Awwh, do I have to die with her?" Melanie groaned.
Priscilla was Melanie's mother-in-law. Melanie gasped as he cupped his hands on her big tits. He ran his hands down over her pronounced rib cage and pressed them lightly into her flat belly.
"Priscilla's got a little padding that you don't. This is really going to hurt you." he said.
"Oh...oh no! You can't. It's bad enough I have spend my last minutes with the old bag, but to die gutshot with her." Melanie gasped.
He drew a knife and Melanie stiffened.
"This isn't for you pretty lady, it wouldn't go through you and into Priscilla." he said as he cut the ropes that bound their wrists together.
Another set of ropes still held Priscilla's wrists out to her sides. He cut the ropes that held Melanie's knees together and helped her stand until she regained strength in her legs. He guided the lovely brunette around in front of Priscilla.
"Okay Melanie you show me where your mother-in-law should get it." he said.
Melanie's thin lips turned up in a wicked smile as she pressed her index finger into the middle of Priscilla's soft stomach.
"No wait...I want to see her get it here," Melanie said as she slid her finger down Priscilla's abdomen to the top of her skirt, "I would love to see the look on her face when a bullet hits her in the pit of the stomach."
"Melanie, how could you?" Priscilla gasped.
"Oh shut up!" Melanie said angrily as she slammed her fist into the Priscilla's gut.
"Awwphh!" Priscilla groaned as she tried to bend over.
"Well I was going to give you a chance Melanie." their captor commented.
Melanie stiffened and closed her eyes tightly as a knife handle hit the back of her head. She slumped to the floor with a grunt.
When Melanie awoke she found herself standing back to back with Priscilla again. This time another man in black stood in front of her and he held a sword in his hand.
"Come on, let Melanie go, she's just a girl. I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt her." Priscilla said.
The first man in black stood in front of Priscilla with a sword in his hand. He lay the thin wire like blade at the middle of Priscilla's belly.
"That's very noble of you Priscilla, particularly after what Melanie said about you." he said.
Melanie stiffened as the second man lay his sword at her waist. Melanie turned her head and leaned it back.
"I'm sorry, I just got a little carried away." Melanie said.
Priscilla smiled a little.
"I know, but it almost worked." Priscilla said.
Both men lunged with their swords at the same time.
"Oooooohhhhhhh!" Priscilla and Melanie screamed together.
The two men walked away leaving the women standing in the middle of the room, pinned together by the swords.
"You wouldn't think that something so cold would feel so hot." Melanie gasped through the pain.
"I know...it feels like fire in my belly!" Priscilla gasped.
"They hit an artery too...I'm getting so weak." Melanie gasped.
Priscilla nodded but didn't say anything. She too had noticed that she was bleeding very rapidly. In the few seconds since she had been run through her entire abdomen was stained crimson. She felt Melanie's wait begin to pull her down.
"Melanie, are you there?" Priscilla asked.
If she could have seen Melanie's face: the blank half open eyes, the mouth agape, and tongue lolled out; Priscilla would have realized that her daughter-in-law was already dead. Melanie's added wait slumping down and pulling Priscilla backwards put even more pressure on the sword sticking through her guts. She grimaced through the pain for a few seconds then her face relaxed and her knees buckled. She was standing only because of the ropes on her wrists held her erect. Her light blue eyes opened and rolled upward and her mouth opened just slightly. Priscilla too was dead.