Posted by Sonya on December 04, 1999 at 14:45:35:
Sounds like fun BLK...here's an ending for that tale (note: this was written very quickly and is very unpolished)
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If any of you are like me and don't know who she is go here: http://abacuspresents.com/celebrities/html/salma/
The sight of the high powered rifle fixed on the smooth tanned flesh of Salma's shoulder. She was standing in front of the open window of her Spanish styled house, a tall tequila sunrise in one hand. She took a sip and thought about how good it felt to be home. The warm breeze felt good on her skin, and she closed her eyes, rolling her head back and relaxing after the long drive in from the airport.
The killer placed the cross bars of the site over her forehead, then slowly moved the aim down her long slender throat. A clean shot to the heart was the goal; quick and painless. He focused on the space between her perfect firm breasts. In his minds eye he could imagine the bullet piercing her flesh, the hardball .22 slug penetrating and stopping her heart with precision. He would deliver a clean kill.
Holding his breath, he began to squeeze the trigger...
His blood was pounding....
One more second and then....
*POP*
The silencer cushioned most of the blast, and his attention was not distracted as the beautiful Latin actress suddenly jerked as the lead penetrated her body. A look of shock crossed her face for just one fleeting moment, the glass slipping from her hand...falling to the floor....a small dark spot showing on her crisp white blouse. Then her eyes closed and she collapsed slowly...falling onto the thick carpeting.
The assassin was breathing hard. He reached down and stroked the aching hardon that was trapped painfully in his jeans.
A perfect execution.
Now his reward.
He had watched the house all day and knew it was empty. The thought of her beautiful, still warm corpse lying there silently was the "icing on the cake".
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The house was silent. He opened the front door and listened carefully. Nothing. Not a sound...just like he expected. Padding quietly through the house he found the large, plush living room. He stopped at the entrance and stared at the beautiful shape that lie in a crumpled form underneath the window.
He walked slowly across the room. She was even more beautiful in the flesh. Her dark hair her still tied into a bun, her legs turned at an awkward angle, the toppled drink lying on the floor near one limp and fragile hand. Her full skirt modestly covering the firm dancers thigh, showing toned calves. Remarkably, she was still wearing a pair of high black pumps.
Her face was peaceful, that of a sleeping angel.
He was shaking as he knelt down next to the silent form. He removed his gloves and ran one finger gently across the flawless flesh of her cheek. His eyes moved down to her legs, so smooth, so inviting. She was the perfect female, passive and completely unresisting. His hand move down and touched the hem of her skirt, then slowly drew it up...exposing her legs inch by inch...his eyes took in the site of her firm tanned thighs...and he let out a small sigh of pleasure as the small black lace panties that covered her sex came into view.
He stood up and began unzipping his jeans. God she was so beautiful...open and totally inviting to whatever he wanted...the ultimate play toy. He slipped off his shoes, and pulled the 9mm Taurus from the wasteband of his pants, setting it down on the floor before stripping off his jeans.
Kneeling between her legs he pulled the black lace panties down her legs and spread her thighs wide. No time for warmup, within a few seconds later he was on top of her, sliding into her tight sex, feeling the shivers of pleasure run up and down his body as he rammed his cock in and out of her...
He was so horny, so eager to get his rocks off...he never noticed the lack of blood.
The jarring, painful blow that smashed into the side of his head took him completely by surprise. The pain was blinding for one split second, he did not resist as the form beneath him bucked, he rolled onto his side momentarily stunned.
The man regained his senses a few moments later as the onslaught of hysterical spanish curses...he didn't speak much Spanish but a few words came though... hijo de puta... te bastardo enfermo... He was stunned as he realized his necro angel had turned into a fireball of Latin rage.
But that was nothing compared to what he saw when he looked up...
His beautiful Salma was standing in front of him, long legs spread in a wide stance, and he found himself staring down the dark black barrel of his very own 9mm.
She was shaking violently....but fortunately for him she began cursing him in English...
Her spanish accent was heavier than in the movies as she screamed "YOU SICK BASTARD, I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU..."
He was stunned into silence for a few brief moments, and then as he searched desperately for words that might diffuse the situation...the barrel of the gun began to move down.
He gave a sign of relief as he saw she was putting the weapon down...
Then he realized...she wasn't putting it down...
She was just aiming lower...
*BOOM*
The 9mm round turned his groin into mush...
White hot pain that flooded every part of his being...
He didn't even recognize that the horrid sound filling his ears were his own screams.
If he had looked up into his Latin Angels face at that moment he would have seen her smiling though her rage....
The blood flowed onto the carpet...and his screams turned into whimpers...
Salma spit at him...
"Your not done yet..." She hissed. "I want to hear more you son of a bitch...SCREAM FOR ME..."
His eyes met hers...he pleaded silently with her for mercy...
And then she slammed the sole of her shoe down into the mush that had been his genitals. His sonata of agony began again...
It seemed to go on for an eternity...but in reality it only lasted a few more seconds...before the final blast silenced him forever.
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When her would be killer was nothing but a pile of dead, mangled meat, Salma looked down at her blouse. She reached inside and pulled out the heavy silver cross that always lay against her heart...and saw the small .22 slug still buried in it. She knew they would have to delay the start of her next film for a few weeks...until the bruise healed.