Posted by The Black Knight on February 20, 2000 at 16:23:39:
Pete Dalton awoke from a drugged stupor to find himself alone in a small windowless room. He was a fairly tall well-built man, with brown hair and light blue eyes. He looked down to find himself wearing only his jeans and his white t-shirt lying in shreds beside him. The walls were a dirty off-white color and the dim light over head didn't help them seem any better.
"Good morning Pete." Mary Dalton said from across the room.
She stood behind a table with a bright smile on her face. Mary was Pete's sister-in-law. She was a short young woman with long jet black hair. Her blue dress clung to her over-weight form and the color seemed to accent her larger than ordinary breasts.
"What are we doing here Mary?" Pete asked.
"I know of your fondness for games, so today we're going to play one of mine. I call it roulette and seven card stud." Mary said as she pushed another table in front of Pete.
On the middle of the table sat a revolver with a 9mm in a holster on the side of the table.
"I have a revolver and so do you. Each have one bullet in them. First we play a little game of roulette, to see which one of us is lucky today. After one of us uses the bullet in the revolver then we see who has the fastest draw. Both of the 9mm's have a full clip." Mary said.
"This is sick Mary." Pete said.
"Oh now where is your sense of adventure Pete." Mary said as she picked up her revolver.
She spun the cylinder and carefully aimed at Pete's mid-section. CLICK. The dull sound of an empty chamber. Pete picked up his revolver and spun the chamber. CLICK. Another empty chamber and Mary let out a sigh of relief.
"Well we were lucky on the first round." Mary said as she picked up a bullet off the table.
Pete picked up a bullet off his table and they both loaded another bullet into their revolvers. In spite of the revulsion rolling around in the pit of his stomach, Pete found himself rising to the occasion straining his pants. Both Pete and Mary had a hidden passion for death and they knew about each other's "dirty little secret". Mary spun the chamber again and took her time aiming at Pete's midsection again. She smiled as she squeezed the trigger. BOOM. The shot echoed like a shotgun in the tiny room.
"Aaahh!" Pete grunted as he was slammed back into the wall by the concussion.
Mary shuddered slightly as she looked at Pete's body. There appeared to be no mark at all on his body, until his deep navel began to fill with blood.
"Mary...you..." Pete began as he stumbled back toward his table clutching his abdomen.
He pressed his hand tightly into his belly, trying to stop the blood flow. He reached toward the 9mm on the side of the table just as Mary thought about hers. She had been so giddy after actually shooting him that she forgot all about the second part of the game. Just as she pointed her gun at him, she heard three shots.
"Ooohhhh!" Mary screamed as she felt hot lead smack into her big belly.
She squeezed off a shot and almost smiled as she heard Pete cry out. She opened her eyes through the pain and focused on a wound in his belly just above his navel. Four more shots echoed in the room. Her enormous breasts shook as bullets tore through them to ravage her lungs. Mary raised her hands beside her head as she slammed back into the wall.
"Ooooo!" Mary moaned as she began to fall.
Through the agony and the realization she was dying she managed to snap off a couple more shots as she fell across her table. Pete spun as one of the bullets grazed his ribs and the other sang through his heart. He fell backwards over his table and lay staring up at the ceiling. Mary slid down off the table and lay face down on the floor. Both of the Daltons had lost Mary's little game.