Another story in memory of Megaton


Posted by the Watcher on November 21, 2000 at 13:45:33:

I have been lurking here for a while, I did post asking about some stories I read a while back. Even though no one has told me where to find
the story about the two-barreled bra yet, Prof X did tell me where to find the other, which was Megaton’s story “After Hours”. Prof X also
said she died in a car accident. I have read all of her stories now. I don’t know how well you all knew her, but several of those stories were
really very good. Wurdolak’s story in her honour inspired me to write one too. One thing I noticed is that she came up with unusual
ways of death, some really brutal but also really hot. I also noticed that some names appeared in several stories, maybe these were the names
of people she really did have a fantasy about. So I used names from her stories and wrote this. This story is dedicated to her, even though I
never met her personally or even ever talked to her on the web.

THE GAME

One hundred plexiglass tubes in a circle in a large abandoned warehouse. Ninety nine of them contained a woman, naked, her hands tied
behind her, a noose around her neck, going up to a pulley device at the top of the tube. All the women had a small black box strapped to their
chest. The hundredth tube contained a device of some kind, but it was too dark in that tube to tell what it was. All the other tubes had electric
lights in them.

“Hey!” Shouted one woman, a heavy-set white woman named Nikki. “What the hell is going on here?” She tossed her head from side to side,
trying to throw off the rope, but she couldn’t. She also couldn’t bend over or backward enough to get the loose noose to fall off, because the
tube she was in was too narrow.

Suddenly a light came on overhead revealing a big arrow, a spinner, like in a game show. This arrow was pointing at the dark tube. A voice
spoke, saying “This is the game of Murder. Our contestant has paid 1 million dollars to have all his, or her, fantasy victims kidnapped and
brought here to play the game.”

“What the shit? Murder?” Said another woman, a big breasted black woman named Kim. “You can’t do this!”

“Yes, we can.” Said the voice. “The contestant will push a button and the arrow will spin. Whoever it lands on will be slow hanged until they
die. But if the arrow lands on the Bankrupt tube then the contestant has lost their money and the survivors will go free. Now the game will
begin.”

Game show music was playing loudly as the arrow began to spin, first slow, then faster and faster. All of the women watched it, praying that
it wouldn’t stop on them. Some of them closed their eyes and wouldn’t watch. Some of them yelled defiently, like Nikki, who kept yelling
“this is crazy, you can’t do this to us! My husband is a goverment official, if you don’t let me go you’ll pay. For a long time, understand!?”

The music stopped and so did the arrow. It was stopped pointing at a tube that had a beautiful Asian girl in it, a girl named Shannon. “Oh
God.” She said as she looked in terror at the arrow pointing straight at her. “Oh God, no, please, I’ll do anyth---” But her cries were cut off as
the noose tightened around her neck with a jerk. It pulled her off the ground. Her body flailed in the tube, her feet kicked its sides. Her hands
clenched and unclenched behind her. The rope pulled her all the way to the top of the tube, until the back of her head touched the pulley.
The rope was pulled so tight that it dug into her long throat. Shannon kicked and choked and spat, her tongue stuck out of her mouth.

Some of the other women closed thier eyes, shaking in fear, trying not to look as Shannon was choked to death. Some of them watched,
unable to look away, their faces showing shock and disbelief. And fear as they realized they could be next.

Shannon’s face turned purple, her body glistined with sweat. She twitched and convulsed at the end of the rope and then went completley
limp. The others thought it was over. They were wrong. A red light came on on the little box strapped to Shannon’s still chest. It was a
wireless mike. The sound of Shannon’s heartbeat came over the speakers, loud and clear. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Some of the women almost fainted, some of them started crying. The black woman named Kim shouted. “Stop it! Stop it! You can’t let her
die, you just can’t!”

Thump-thump, went the heartbeat. Shannon hanged perfectly straight and still in the tube. Thump-thump. Thump- pause - thump. Slower
and slower. A white woman with long auburn hair, older than most of the victims, named Rita suddenly started praying real loud, but not loud enough to drown out
the dying heartbeat. Thump. Thump.

Thump.

Silence.

The game show music came on again as the arrow began to turn. Now they were all praying, hoping, pleading that it would land on the dark
tube. But it didn’t, it landed on the tube with Nikki inside. She drew in a deep breath and then was yanked off her feet and into the air. She
hung utterly still, her eyes closed. Even when she hit the pulley and the rope was pulled until it buried itself in her soft white neck. The
others realized what she was doing. She was trying to spoil the contestant’s fun by not fighting. Maybe she thought that if she didn’t show
any sign of pain the contestant would let her go.

But a minute went by. Two minutes. Nikki’s lovely face was blue, tears rolled down her cheeks. Slowly her tongue pushed its way out of her
mouth, even though she tried to hold it in. Her toes were curled tight, her hands were clenched in fists behind her back. Her whole body was
shivering, cords stood out in her neck. All at once she couldn’t stand it anymore. Her eyes came wide open in fright, her mouth wide open,
trying to gulp air and getting none. She fought desperately, violently, her beautiful white body struggling at the end of the rope with every bit
of strength she had.

But there was nothing she could do. But die. The red light on the mike came on and Nikki’s heartbeat filled the warehouse. Thumping
slower and slower beneath those big quivering breasts as every second passed.

When her heartbeat joined Shannon’s in silence the arrow began to spin again. Again and again throughout the night. Woman after woman
died the horrible death of slow hanging. Kim’s hot sexy black body hung limp and dead from the noose, a trickel of watery white milk ran
down her big breasts from her hard nipples. A young blonde named Danielle joined her, her athletic build didn’t save her as her strong heart
beat in her chest until it could beat no more. Over and over. A voluptuous woman named Angie. Another Oriental woman, named Candy.
A nineteen-year-old redhead named Chariss. All of them tossing at the end of their nooses, then the terrible sound of the heart beating till it
died inside their tortured bodies.

Rita had lost count of how many had died. She saw the arrow spinning, it began to slow down. It passed her once. She looked up, at all the
dead women hanging from their ropes, and back at the arrow as it approached her, slower and slower. This was it, it was going to stop on her
tube. She closed her eyes, breathing hard, expecting at any second for the noose to pull tight around her neck. She was crying.

A buzzer went off. The arrow had landed on the black tube. Lights went on inside it, spelling out BANKRUPTCY. The nooses around the
survivors necks suddenly were cut off at the pulley. They were free. A door opened in the warehouse as the tubes raised up into the ceiling.
Rita and the others almost ran over each other in their wild dash for freedom.

“Too bad” Said the announcer. “All the others go free. But it’s been an exciting game! “

When the police showed up, the warehouse was completley abandoned, it didnt look like it had been used in years. Only one thing kept them
from doubting the story of Rita and the other 21 survivors:

The pile of dead women in the centre of the room. 78 dead women, to be exact.

Elsewhere, in some other town, another game of Murder began.