crossbow fever


Posted by Gabby on March 08, 2000 at 02:41:52:

Twenty four year old Hank stood in a large well lit room. The
young man had been stripped to only his underwear. His hands were
tied high over his head, making him stretch to put his feet on the
floor. As he stood there helpless Hank was completely unaware of the
fact that someone was watching his stretched belly pumping in and out
as he breathed, nor was he aware of the crossbow bolt aimed at the
taut muscles in his abdomen. He looked toward the door as he heard
something hiss toward him. Thonk.
"Aaaahhh!" Hank screamed as the arrow hit just below his navel in
the waistband of his briefs.
He looked down in disbelief at the shaft stuck in the pit of his
stomach. Thunk.
"Ooooohhh!!!" Hank screamed as a bolt slid into his deep round
navel.
He hung there for several minutes while his attacker watched his belly
heave around the arrows as Hank tried desperately to catch his breath.
Thonk.
"Oooohhhhhh! Stop...please!" Hank screamed as a bolt hit above
his navel in the center of his belly.
His pulsating belly was now streaked heavily with blood and sweat.
Thonk.
"Uullgghh!" Hank grunted as an arrow hit just below his sternum,
driving into his diaphragm.
Hank tried to speak, but blood leapt from his lips. His belly was
full of blood and it was eeking its way up his esophagus. Thonk.
Thonk. Hank gritted his teeth as arrows hit on either side of his
navel.
"Why?" Hank gasped as he looked toward the door.
Thonk. Thonk.
"Aaahhhh!" Hank screamed as arrows pierced his strong thighs.
His knees buckled and he sagged against the ropes that held his hands.
He swayed there for a few moments gasping heavily then let out a long
moan:
"Oooooooooooooooooooooo-uuhhh!"
His head sagged and blood dripped off his lower lip down onto his
chest. A bright yellow stain on the front of his briefs and his still
belly told his attacker that Hank was dead.