Posted by Wendy on February 23, 2000 at 21:18:28:
I just found this website and the message board.
My favorite thing is to have 2 guys fight for me, and for the winner to make love to me after he buries his sword in his rival's lower belly, preferably his bladder. This actually happened once for real (not with real swords though) and since then it has been my favorite fantasy.
I also get really hot thinking about fighting another woman for her or my man. With my sword in her belly, I would get the guy. But even losing such a duel turns me on. The feel of a sword in my lower belly, pressing into my bladder, held there by another beautiful woman who has beaten me, and then having to watch her take my man, really turns me on. (In school, this happened to me too. also luckily for men not with real weapons.)
My last such encounter was on the belly stabbing/shootings board users.sexyboards/com/gpf/8784 where I was beaten by a slender rival named Sandra. The "onlookers" seemed to want her to win, and I was skewered.
When I found this site I couldn't believe my eyes.
Some of the drawings on Peter's Art page could have been me! That's how I pictured myself, with my belly speared by Sandra. Peter, you really hit the spot!
Below I'm including some excerpts from that encounter, but you can find the whole thing on that site.
I would like to have guys fight it out on the board for me, and I will certainly fight other women. I'd like the audience to decide the outcome as the fight progress. I won't fight guys though. Guys can run me through with their "other sword", and then only after they've properly beaten a rival.
Ready to skewer or be skewered,
Wendy
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: You seem to be out of luck Wendy. You handed your sword to Miguel, you even let go of that small pot lid. You have nothing to defend yourself. Miguel is still too much in love with me to do me any harm and he wouldn't be able to help you anyway without any weapon.
: I point my harpoon at you. Miguel makes a step to the side so he won't get harpooned accidentially. Is that the kind of hero you want to fight for you? It's time to leave now Wendy, You've had your chance on Miguel but now you're gonna die now and he will be mine alone again.
: You start to beg: "No please, don't put that harpoon in my belly before I have one last fuck". Since I don't want to seem heartless I agree. "Miguel, your cock has been hard all the time, will you fulfil her last wish?" Miguel eagerly steps behind you with his huge errect cock. A little too eagerly for my taste. As he thrusts his cock up your cunt from behind I'm standing before you looking in your face. I can see the lust. You open your mouth slightly and start to rub your clit with one hand.
: I feel anger rising in me as you start to moan and I feel the urge to fire that harpoon into your belly just above your pubic bone. I can't stand it, I'm so jealous. When I see you increase the pressure on your clit I shout: "Stop it Miguel! I don't want you to make that bitch come. She just doesn't deserve it". "Oh my god, no Sandra you can't stop it now, I'm so close", you plead.
: But you see the anger in my eyes and since you don't want to die you try to move to the side. But Miguel quickly wrapps his arms around you. He is about to come and he won't let you go now. I shout at Miguel: "Let go of that girl Miguel, or you will both be harpooned at once!" I can see the fear in your eyes now: "No please Sandra, you can't do that to m..." But before you are able to complete your sentence, I pull the trigger of the harpoon.
: You shreak loudly as the arrow enters your belly and blasts your full bladder. That sharp metal arrow runs through both of you and stands out of Miguels back. You are standing there skewered on that spit. You look down to where it enters your belly and try to pull it out. That's a completely futile attempt of course since the harpoon arrow has enough flukes to prevent exactly that.
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: Sandra
: "No please Sandra, you can't do that to me!", I beg, looking pleadingly at you.
: Thwang!!!!
: I continue looking in your eyes not realizing what has happened. Your anger turns to joy, as I feel it.
: "Eeeeeeeeek!"
: A shock of pain radiates from my belly.
: I look down.
: The harpoon had instantly pierced my skin right above my pubic hair line, it torn through my soft fat layer, though my yielding muscle, and into my bladder.
: "Nooooooooo! My belly! My bladder!" I cry as my urine gushes out of my once full bladder.
: I put my hands around the wound where the harpoon is lodged trying to stop my belly juices from oozing out, but to no avail.
: "Not my belly! My beautiful belly! I can't believe you stuck my beautiful belly.", as I look down at the harpoon lodged in just above my pubic bone.
: "Ithink you look even better with my harpoon in it!" you taunt.
: I stand transfixed, trying in vain to pull the spear out of my beaten belly.
: "You ARE the better woman." I sigh.
: I no longer feel Miguel pumping in me.
: I lose my strength and my belly sags a little over the blade.
: "Please take it out, please take it out!"
: My belly and hips convulse, part in pain and then in ecstasy, as I dilariously imagine that it is Miguel's hard cock inside my love hole.
: But, alas, it is your spear and it is my belly.
: I try so hard to pull it out, but I can't.
: "Please don't leave it in me!" I beg as I fall slowly to my knees, my breasts heaving and my belly convulsing.
: (What you didn't know is that Agent44 was right, I AM an enchantress. I can't be killed. But I have one weak spot, my bladder, where as long as a sword or spear is lodged there, I am beaten. I cannot move, I am vanquished, until it is pulled out, and I am too weak to do it myself.)
: "Ooooooo!" I moan as I continue to clutch at my belly.
: I fall, belly up, at your feet.
: Your hands on your hips, as though your perfect belly was looking down and mocking my skewered gut, you say. "Touche".
: Miguel is dead behind me.
: At least I won't have to watch you fuck him in front of me. That would be even more humiliating than this defeat.
: I hope no one else saw me beaten like this. Who's going to want a girl with a spear in her, sexy as I am.
: "Sandra, you are the better woman. You really made a sucker out of me!"
: Lying Vanquished and Skewered (for now)
: Wendy,