A Blade in the Middle.

I hid under a bush till the guard passed. It was absolutely amazing how little a bored guard would see if he got overconfident. An alert and suspicious guard might have spotted me, nearly naked as I was. I had a good tan but was still light enough to not exactly be camoflaged.

The guard turned the corner and I slunk to the stone wall of the palace. My feet were bare of all, my right calf supporting a knife, my only visible weapon. My fingers and toes sought out a grip and slowly I inched up the rough stonework.

My tits kept getting in the way, but I was used to that. Once, a long time ago, I had considered getting them reduced. I had finally decided against it when I realised just what an asset they could be in my line of work. I had been caught, dead to rights by an anti-espionage agent who had orders to shoot to kill. He just stood there staring at my breasts while I got my backup out and shot him dead. Since then I had learned to flaunt them as much as possible. That kind of advantage is just too good.

I wore for the moment a skimpy bikini. I needed nothing save my hidden weapon for the job tonight. The King was to die. I didn't know why the people who paid me wanted him dead, but it didn't matter. The King seemed like a nice enough fellow but everyone dies, and I had to make a living. I was good at my job. In fact I was probably the only one who could pull this off.

I reached the top and peered over the top of the harem balcony. All was quiet in the darkness. I slipped over the top and felt along the patio doors till I found a breeze by one, it opened and I entered. Women were draped over cushions breathing the sounds of sleep, the King's harem girls. I looked about for one of their cloaks.

"Wha..." A sleepy voice said softly, stepping into the room. "Who are you?" A very pretty, petite sex slave had caught me but hadn't realized I was a threat.

I reached out and caught her by the throat. An inaudible gag was the only sound she made as I stepped behind her, held her nose and mouth shut and lifted her off the ground. She silently put up a futile struggle for only a few seconds, then slowly sibsided, her face dark. I lay her limp form down and took her cloak from her. She flopped wonderfully and I was tempted to stay and play, but I had work to do.

I twisted the dagger on my calf to ride behind, so it would not be visible when I opened the cloak. I didn't really need it, but never felt comfortable without a backup weapon. Then I removed my bikini and put on the cloak. It was too small but would do the job, I would wear it only briefly. I left the harem compound and walked down the corridor like I had been summoned.

I was not challenged by the few guards I passed on my way to the King's quarters. They did stare but not think I did not belong. I was an apparently unarmed naked harem girl off to see the King, why would they question?

At the door to the King's bed chamber stood a guard. I stopped in front of him and opened my cloak. Once again my increadible breasts did the trick as he just gawked. They were huge, but more than that, they rode high and firm and were perfectly shaped with beautifull mounds and nipples. More times than I could count they had been my ticket to success, I relied on them in situations like this. The guards capacity for rational thought thus reduced, he did not think to search me further as I was obviously completely nude. I walked past him to kill his King.

He lay sleeping in his bed. I thought about simply slitting his throat but decided against it. He was a big man and as skilled as I was, I could get into trouble trying that should he wake. It was best that I stick to my original plan. I hid the knife at the foot of the bed then shed the cloak to stand completely naked. I was a truely awesome sight, tall with a very athletic build that was very nicely rounded in all the right places. Long dark hair cascaded down my back to frame a sculpted belly with the deepest navel you shall ever see. My pussy was shaved to reveal very pronounced lips.

A hollow cylindrical metal sheath rode high inside my vagina, protecting me from the poison blade that hid in the middle inside it. I was not at risk from it, but any man penetrating me with his cock would be cut by it and be dead within seconds. I was the King's harem girl, his sex slave, and I would fuck him to death.

I went to innocently sit on the side of his bed but lept back has he moved suddenly to sit up and stare at me. I smiled and arched my back and put on my most sultry show. I jiggled my breasts a little and ran my hands up along my belly.

"I am yours master." I whispered in my best sex goddess voice. "Do what you will with me." I liked this seduction game, and I played it well. Many men had died in my arms.

"I do not recognise you." Said the King suspiciously. He would be a bit of a challenge this one. Most men took one look at me and fell into my clutches.

"I am a gift of the Sultan, your cousin." I said truthfully, moving slowly towards him. "You own me." I held my breasts in my hands and kneaded them a bit, offering them to him to touch. No man could resist me.

He put his hand to my chest between my breasts and I exaulted with triumph. Once again a man had succumbed to my fatal embrace. "I do not believe you." He said pushing me away and my face fell with a look of dismay. I must have looked pretty vapid at that moment.

Oops.

I hesitated while he spoke. "The sultan would not send me gifts." He took a deep breath, as if to shout.

I dropped to the floor, grabbed my knife and lept over the bed to thrust it deep! Somehow he rolled beneath me and brought up his legs as I was in the air, for he caught me full in the gut with both feet to send me sailing. I didn't notice him snatching the knife out of the air. I landed with a roll and lept back at him to stop suddenly!

I hung in the air. I looked down to see myself suspended on the hilt of my knife, thrust completely through my navel. I landed on my knees on the bed to sit on my heels, my legs spread to reveal all. My back arched to hold me upright, my arms fell to my sides and I looked between my tits at the knife sticking out of my belly.

"Oops!" Was all I could think to say.

The king just sat back, as if to watch the show.

"You stabbed me in my bellybutton?" I squeeked in a little girl voice. "My beautiful navel has a knife in it!" Blood dribbled out of me to drip from my cunt. I alternated staring at my impaled navel with dismay and the King with imploring.

The King had a smug look on his face. "A gift from the Sultan, eh?"

I was breathing in short pants. "I've been killed. I can't believe you killed me with a knife in my bellybutton." I couldn't quite bring myself to touch the knife or my quivering belly. "My beautiful dying bellybutton."

"Surely you didn't think you could kill me with that knife, did you?" Asked the king.

I shook my head. I was slightly preoccupied with my having been killed.

"How then?" Insisted the King. "What other means did you bring with you?"

I was dying with a knife in my navel. "A cunt sheath." I whispered.

"What is that? I've never heard of such a thing before." The King demanded.

"A poison blade in a cunt sheath." I haltingly gasped. My belly fluttered around the knife.

The King thought for a moment then with a swift motion he jerked the blade out of me! "Aahhh!!!"

I gasped hugely and my back arched even more as a fountain of blood sprayed out of me. The King pushed me over onto my back with my head over the edge of the bed. I was arched cruelly, my knees bent with my feet under my ass, my belly rounded but taunt and my tits like melons above me, my arms spread wide. I could see nothing as I felt the blade plunge deep inside the bottom of my belly!

I couldn't even scream as I felt him saw the blade upwards, opening up my lower abdomen! My sliced up guts churned around the blade as he thrust his other hand inside me to grasp my vagina as he cut out the sheath.

He left me laying there, my belly a gory mess. For lack of a better place to put it, he thust the knife back into my navel and left it there sticking out of me. I just gagged and gasped and made little dying sounds as I quivered in my blood.

He left me then to his own business. Guards came in to stare while I very slowly faded away in a growing pool of blood seeping from my sundered belly.

Peter

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