Posted by The Black Knight on November 29, 2000 at 09:05:04:
Peggy and I stood alone in her room looking at each other. Peggy was a fairly tall young woman with long straight dirty blonde hair. Her light blue eyes and sweet gentle smile could charm even the hardest of hearts, they had mine. She stood dressed in a tight blue blouse, white slacks, and blue pumps. As I stood looking at this gorgeous young woman I remembered back to the events of the day with some gladness and some sadness. This day had begun as many others for the past few months with Peggy and Kim by my side. Kim was a slightly smaller young woman with a thick mane of golden blonde hair big deep blue eyes, fair skin, and the body of a model. Both young women were necrophiliacs, which is why I allowed them to accompany me. They were both virtually harmless, but got off on watching other women die. Peggy was the silent type, very rarely ever made a noise, but stood there trembling in delight as she watched the death throes. Kim as more vocal, laughing and taunting the women as they suffered their last pangs of death. This day in particular I had picked Lori, Kim's best friend. Kim stood there laughing while Lori took three bullets in her belly. As Kim punched Lori in the middle of her wounded gut she stood there dumbfounded with a look on her face like "How could you" cast toward Kim. That all came to quick end when I put a couple of slugs in Lori's big tits. Kim walked over and looked down at the empty stare in Lori's bright brown eyes, and stood there laughing until she saw the gun pointed at her own belly. Kim had always been in love with the idea of being gutshot, but knew all too well the difference between reality and fantasy. She had laughed with childish glee as she watched other women take bullets in their bellies, but when the gun was focused on her she stood there blubbering and pleading like a child.
"Don't please...I've been loyal, I've not said a word about what you do...please I have a little baby, don't kill me!" Kim whimpered as I pulled the hammer of the gun back.
"Why is she so scared?" Peggy asked.
"Look at her belly." I answered.
Kim's white blouse was so tight on her body that it left nothing to the imagination. It showed her flat toned belly heaving in and out as she gasped in fear.
"Ooo, she's a belly breather I never noticed that." Peggy cooed.
I always kept a silencer on my gun, because I would rather hear the woman's scream than the report of the gun. It barely made a noise as I squeezed off the shot. Kim's eyes closed tightly and her jaw dropped as the bullet ripped quarter size hole just above her navel. Kim folded and fell flat on her back. Peggy and I stepped over her and I looked up at Peggy. She stood there staring down at Kim's belly jerking in and out as Kim desperately tried to catch her breath. Kim could just barely let out a few breathy moans as she began to near delirium. Peggy bent down and pulled Kim's blouse up. Kim's pale belly was streaked with crimson from a black hole in the middle. Peggy surprised me as she stood up, kicked her shoe off and lay her bare foot across the wound. Both women let out squeals as she pushed down slightly. Kim squealled in agony as the pressure added to her death pangs, while Peggy squealled in pure delight as she felt the warm blood squishing between her toes. I had never understood Peggy's foot fetish, but at that point I didn't really mind it. Peggy smiled slightly as she looked down at the tears running from Kim's eyes.
"I think she's suffered enough, now I want to see those big tits dance." Peggy said softly.
Kim gulped as she shook her head. Two quick shots and Kim lurched as bullets sang into her large breasts. Blood poured from her lips as her eyes rolled back. She drowned on her own blood very quickly. Peggy stood there trembling as I wiped the blood off her foot. We walked back to her room and had been there ever since. Peggy knew my rules as well as Kim had, she knew that in actually physically taunting Kim she had signed her own death warrant. Kim had gotten carried away when she punched Lori, and didn't remember until it was too late. Peggy stood there staring at me without an ounce of fear in her bright blue eyes. She knew she was going to die, but she wasn't afraid.