Posted by Rodney on December 03, 2001 at 22:07:43:
Jennifer Kilmey toweled herself dry and used the
blow dryer on her long blonde hair. She moved from
the bathroom to the bedroom. Paused.
She studied her nude body in the mirror. She was
in good shape. Her shoulders were set squarely..
her breasts were large and well formed, her belly
was flat and her legs tapered nicely from thighs
to delicate feet.
She struck several modeling poses, and flashed a
seductive smile at the mirror over her shoulder.
The she stood full front, running her hands to push
up her giant, freckled, creamy breasts...she gazed
proudly at the way there was little sag in the
huge mammories. Blonde hair falling past her tan
shoulders in a swirling mass.
She selected a skimpy blue bikini with the white
dots and slipped it on. It was almost like wearing
nothing at all...her large breasts straining at the
thin cloth that held them leashed.
She slid her feet into a pair of sandals and
stolled through the house and into kitchen. Downed
a quick cup of coffee.
She let the screen door bang behind her and stood
for a moment blinking in the bright sun...a flash
of something caught her eye on the hillside above
the backyard.
Seventy-five yards away, lying prone in the
concealing brush, Jack checked the backyard through
the binoculars. What was keeping the girl?
Prior reconnaisance showed the girl was usually in
the backyard this time of day.
Ah...there she is. The girl was tanned, with a spray
of freckeles, and her deep blue eyes and long blonde
hair went nicely with her skin. There was something
pleasantly innocent about her...with her freckles
and dimples and her blue and white pokka-dotted
bikini.
Jenny ambled toward the pool and then stopped...
stretching...her arms going over her head, arching
up on her toes, long blonde hair cascading down
past her shoulders in a slow rippling waterfall of
spun gold.
It was at that instant that Jenny felt the sudden,
scathing fire rip through her guts as the rifle
bullet drilled a hole right through one of the white
pokka-dots on the front of her bikini bottoms.
The awful cramp forcing her forwards, blonde hair
foaming over her shoulders. Jenny's incredulous
eyes fixed on the now red pokka-dot spitting blood.
Her blood!
Jack hissed cheerfully through his teeth..cradled
the stock of the rifle against his cheek and
continued to squint through the telescopic sight.
Her was extremely happy with the placement of the
first bullet. There were only a handful of marksmen
that he knew of, who could have put a bullet through
a small, round dot...from the same distance.
He had placed the first bullet, as he had been
instructed...six inches below the girl's navel.
Putting the bullet through one of those white pokka-
dots was his own inspiration. Jack was a man who
relished a challenge...even those he imposed upon
himself.
His type written instruction were brief and exact.
The girl was to receive a minimum of three bullets.
The placement of each bullet was specific. The time
between the delivery of each bullet was to be time
to allow the girl to experience the maximum in pain
and suffering.
Jack had received the instructions and the packet
of money in his post office box. He had never
met his employer. But it had to be someone who
really hated the beautiful blonde...to want her to
suffer so painfully. An X-husband perhaps? A jilted
lover?
He really didn't care. For fifty thousand dollars,
he'd whack Ronald McDonald. Come to think of it...
someone ought to whack Ronald McDonald.
Through the sight, he could see the blonde arching
erect...hands waving helplessly in front of her
bikini panties, as if she could fan out the fire
in her guts!
The spectacle of the girl waving her hands in front
of those panties, struck him as being mildly funny.
The sniper was a man easily amused. He chuckled.
The lovely mouth opening and a scream...starting
from inside her flaming guts, ripped through her
writhing lips.
Jenny's big, sun tanned, freckled bosoms flopped
free of the miniscule bikini top...then proceeded
to undulate in time to the frantic gyrations of her
body.
Jack glanced at the typed note. Time for the next
bullet. The cross hairs centered just above the rim
of the girl's bikini bottoms.
Another ear-piercing scream came from the girl. Her
body arching, her muscles corded...tits thrust out.
Jenny's thighs doing a fitful dance...up and down..
..up and down...slamming...spreading...whole body
convulsing, as the rifle bullet gave her a second..
..neat, round hole in her belly. Head snapping
snapping back and she screamed again...hair shaking
from side to side.
Jenny felt her insides turn to molten mush..blood
spurting from the latest hole in her tanned body.
The collision between the two heavy rifle slugs and
the girl's lush body...propelled her backwards.
Jack chuckled again. Funny how bullets work. The
first one had doubled the girl forwards...as if
genuflecting to him in admiration for the pokka-dot
shot...the second slug..placed not that far above
the first...had the effect of jolting the blonde
backwards.
Jenny plunged her hands to her already sticky belly
to hold herself, feeling a hot stream of blood
spewing from between her laced fingers. Her hips
...blurred tanned flesh as they pistoned up and
down in a frenzy of motion.
"Stop squirming around so, blondie", Jack smiled.
"How can I finish you off nice and neat if you don't
stop moving around?"
The blondes whole body was in a state of constanct
motion...her head thrown back and rocking from side
to side. Her white teeth gleamed as she clenched
them betwen parted lips.
Jack fired.
Jennifer Kilmey's lucious left tit bounced and
shook as if struck by a giant, invisible fist. A
second red nipple grotesquely appearing...this one
a much darker red...and it was growing!
The blonde threw a guttural-screaming......Jaw
clenching....eye bulging....fit. The bullet speeding
up the pace in which she was being sent staggering
backwards.
Cash aimed and fired. The bullet piercing both of
her monstrous hooters. It spun her around on her
toes, almost graceful in her pirouette...spraying
blood as she whirled, blonde hair flying.
As Jenny spun around, the fifth rifle slug bored
into the girl's chest...directly in the sweat
moistened valley between her rotating breasts.
This time Jenny didn't even know she'd been hit.
She just died.
After the impact of five high velocity bullets...
her already dead body continued to move backwards
until her heels caught on the rim of the swimming
pool...and the corpse of Jennifer Kilmey fell with
a splash into the limpid blue water.
Her body submerged...then surfaced to rock back and
forth...eyes looking up in a forever stare. The
water streaking crimson.
Jenny was screaming, and someone was hammering on
the door.
"Jenny, open the door!", a woman's voice called.
Jenny realized it was the voice of her room-mate.
Jenny sat straight up in the bed, her body drenched
in sweat. Her body! intact! No blood spurting holes!
As if drugged, she stumbled to the door and opened
it.
"What's going on?", Susan asked, alarmed. " You've
been screaming at the top of your lungs".
Jenny went and sat on the edge of the bed, while
Susan brought her a towel. Jenny wiped the sweat
from her body.
"I had a dream", Jenny panted.
"More like a nightmare", Susan said.
"Yes, more like a nightmare".
"Are you all right now? I've got to get to work",
her room-mate said.
Jenny smiled up at her. "Sure. I'm fine, just a
dream. Run along to work".
Susan closed the door. Jenny sat for a moment
looking down at her intact body. She thought she
had just had the most intense and horrific nightmare
of her life. It had been so real!
Jenny went into the kitchen and poured herself a
cup of coffee. She glanced up at the clock and saw
she had slept to almost noon. Her modeling appoint-
ment wasn't until three-thirty. Plenty of time to
get some sun.
A shower first would be nice. Jennifer Kilmey
toweled herself off. Walked into the bedroom and
opened the dresser drawer.
She reached in and fingered the blue bikini with
the white dots. The dream so vivid now. For just
a moment..she could feel the hot slugs tearing
through her body. The blood! Ohhhh...the blood!
She shook her head, blonde hair foaming over her
shoulders. It had just been a terrible nightmare.
Don't be silly.
She snorted. Hmmmmmm....Why not? Afraid? Don't be
silly. She put on the sheer blue bikini with the
big round white dots.
She hesitated for a moment before pushing open the
screen door. What was she afraid of? Nothing to be
afraid of. Just a nightmare. Silly!
Jenny stepped through the door and headed for the
pool. See...nothing to be afraid of. The familiar
setting of the backyard was comforting.
She heaved a sigh...big breasts rising and falling.
Now, where did she leave that bottle of sun tan
oil?
Something glinted on the hillside.
It was at that instant that Jenny felt the sudden,
scathing fire rip through her guts as the rifle
bullet drilled a hole right through one of the white
pokka-dots on the front of her bikini bottoms.
Jack chuckled.
(THE END) Regards, Rodney