"I think it's time," she told the audience, her voice clear and strong, "to go a little further!" Holding the knife up, she ran her fingers down the flat sides of the blade. "Time," she continued softly, "to get this inside me! Don't you think so?"
There was a general--and vigorous--agreement from the onlookers. Her eyes half-closed, she brought the blade to her lips, kissed it, ran her tongue over the shining steel. "Mmm," she murmured. "Yes, yes! It is time! Finally!"
"Why do you want to do this?" someone in the audience blurted.
Her eyes came wide open; she looked down at the speaker, smiled broadly. "I've been an erotic dancer--and a hooker--for years," she told him. "I loved the work, loved it. Loved turning men on. Just loved it. Lived for it." She paused, her eyes glowing. "Then, about a year ago--one of the other girls that worked with me got picked up for hooking. She was really a beautiful girl, kind of petite like I am but with big tits and these real bright, sky-blue eyes. Anyway, the police offered her a deal; help them nail some big-time drug dealers and she'd walk. She did, but they found out.
"One night, four guys came back to the dressing room. None of us knew it then, but they'd forced the manager to lock us in. They told this girl--Cindy--that they were going to kill her. They showed her a big knife, said they were going to stab her to death." She trembled, gripping her own knife tighter, rolling her eyes.
"Well, naturally, Cindy screamed and yelled and tried to run out, but the door was locked. She begged and pleaded, she tore off all her clothes and offered herself to them. They didn't budge. They told her she had to die, as an example.
"Well. None of us could do anything but watch. Cindy begged more, and cried, but it didn't do any good. Maybe it sounds funny, but those guys were real nice about it. They didn't knock her around or anything. They reasoned with her. It could be easy or hard, they told her. But it was going to happen.
"After a while, she sorta gave it up. Oh, man, that was such a thrill, even for me! She just hung her head, she told them to go ahead, told them she wouldn't fight them! They smiled, and one of them held her for a long time. Then one kissed her while the guy with the knife played with her tits. She had real pretty tits, everybody thought so... Anyway, they laid her down, and another one took down his pants and started fucking her.
"And just when she was really getting into the fuck, the guy with the knife says, 'I'm gonna do you now." Real friendly-like. And she says, she says, 'Yeah, okay, do it!'." She paused, shuddered visibly. Her hands were gripping the knife's hilt so tightly her knuckles were white. "Just like that, just like that, she said, 'okay, do it!' Knowing what they meant! Knowing they meant they were going to stick that knife in her, that they were going to kill her!" She shook her head, looked down at the stage for a moment.
"Then he did it. He ran that knife right into her chest, up under her tit, ran it in real deep. She looked surprised even though she knew it was coming; she didn't look like she was feeling any pain at all, she just kept right on fucking the other guy. So the guy yanks it out and stabs her twice more before she finally died. There was blood flying all over. And I--I envied her! She was twitching and jerking and dying and she looked like she was having the greatest orgasm ever... Oh, I have to tell you, I wanted it to be me! And those guys were so turned on--we had to fuck them all! We rolled in the blood, I've never had a fuck like that! But tonight--" she paused, held up the knife--"it's my turn!" Her eyes closed, she touched the point lightly with a fingertip. Then she smiled at the crowd, challenging them again. "And now it's time," she murmured. She slipped the tip of a finger between her teeth. "You think I have the courage to put this inside me?" she asked them, rolling her eyes up to the left, toying with the knife. "Inside my body? Tell me, would that be a turn-on for you?"
"Honey, that'd be incredible!" somebody enthused, his voice cracking. The girl giggled. "But I dunno about you doin' it yourself," the voice continued. "Maybe you should let somebody do it for you!"
She smiled. "Well," she mused, "let's just see!"
With her feet planted very far apart, she turned the knife around so that it was pointed inward toward her own body, and, cupping her hands around the hilt, brought the point up against her own abdomen, just under her navel. She kept her hands low; the audience could clearly see the sharp steel tip touching her smooth tanned skin.
The two men assisting her stood close beside her; she glanced at each one, her fingers seemingly idly working around the handle of the knife. She was rocking it back and forth, and it looked as if she might be putting a little pressure on it.
Within seconds, it was apparent that she was indeed pushing on it. Her abdomen began to buckle in as she continued to work her fingers around the hilt. Occasionally, she tightened it up against herself. The point had by now vanished into the crease in her abdomen.
Her smile disappeared momentarily and a tiny bead of blood appeared, trickling from the crease. She kept working it, shifting her fingers around on the hilt, maintaining a moderate pressure. And, very slowly and softly, it began to slip up inside her. A look of satisfaction crossed her face, and the smile came back. Glancing up at the audience, she started working it harder, faster.
An inch of the steel passed into her abdomen, then another; her smile became strained. She stopped, holding the blade in place but relaxing the pressure. The man with the cloth wiped away the gathering blood; the neat, clean penetration of the blade was clearly visible for a moment, until fresh blood gathered around it again.
"Look at that," she breathed, her voice cracking a little. "It's in me, it's in my body... my blood's running out..." Her eyes came up again. "It's so funny, it hurts bad but its such a good pain--its so good, knowing I don't have to wait for it to stop...!" She looked back down; the man wiped the blood once more. "Have to get it in deep," she muttered. "Deeper, deeper...!"
She began working it again, slipping it in further, still angling it upward. Her abdomen did not fold in much now, and the passage of the blade into her body could be seen much more clearly. Another inch, then another, vanished; her legs were trembling, and she was biting her lip. But, with determination, she kept moving the hilt from side to side, kept working it more deeply into her body.
Again the man with the cloth wiped away the blood, again showing the audience the knife piercing her. This time there was a longer pause, and the man kept wiping the blood. She'd done her work very carefully; the opening in her skin was hardly larger than the blade itself. Except for the slight bulge in her abdomen just above the wound, it almost looked like she was holding a broken knife against herself. She didn't speak this time, but for an instant she held the knife loosely with one hand and rubbed her fingers against the hard ridge that illustrated the blade's path up through her body.
The man took the bloody cloth away; as if that was her signal, the girl began moving the knife again, pushing it ever deeper. Slowly, it slipped on in; she didn't stop this time until the ornate guards were resting against her skin. Her fingers unwound from the hilt, and she spread her arms to the sides, leaving the blade inside herself. As she composed her face, the man diligently began wiping the blood away again. Her body was bent slightly forward, and several minutes went by before her challenging smile returned.
"I told you I could..." she said, her voice thick. "It hurt me, but I did it, I did it!"
After a rather long pause, the man with the cloth again wiped away the blood. The girl dropped her arms; the other man stepped behind her, took hold of her wrists, and crossed them behind her back. While he held her tightly, the other reached around to touch the hilt of the deeply-imbedded knife. There was another pause; then, keeping himself out of the way so the audience could see, he began pulling the knife out of her.
She grunted, threw her head back; one knee came up a little. Her skin clung to the blade, as if it didn't want to release it, pulling outward along with the blade. "Ah!" she cried finally. "Slow, slow! Ah, oh, oh, my God, oh! Oh, I'm going to die, going to die!"
When four inches of the steel was again exposed, he stopped and wiped away the blood once more. The girl looked down at it; her chest heaved, and she was frowning deeply now. More blood appeared around the steel; he pulled again, and another two inches came free. He paused again, briefly, before pulling the knife on out.
Now there was no stopping the blood flowing from her. It pulsed out in great beads, flowing steadily down across her lower abdomen, running on down her right leg and pooling around her foot. Her upper body was bent over so far that she would've fallen if the man behind her hadn't continued to hold her hands. The other man stood beside her, holding the knife by both the hilt and the tip, showing it to the onlookers; it was covered with blood and fecal matter.
After making sure everyone had seen the blade, he put it down. Along with the second man, he assisted the girl to stand back up straight; the pain obviously made that difficult for her, but she accepted their help, forced herself up straight. At last she was able to stand on her own again, though blood and fluids continued to drain from her abdomen.
"You turned on?" she asked the onlookers, and there was an immediate loud assent. "Oh, that's good, that's good!" She pressed on her abdomen, just above the wound, causing even more blood to rush out. "This'll kill me, it'll kill me... I can tell, I know. I feel cold, I'm getting weaker--I'm going to die." She closed her eyes, rolled her head around. "Just for you--just for you. Just so you can watch me die!" She opened her eyes, grinned broadly. "I waited--" she told them. "Waited to share this--a lot of times I started to commit suicide, but I didn't. I waited to share it. To turn you on, all of you!"
"It's gonna take a long time," one of the men on stage advised her.
She turned her head. "It is?"
He nodded. "Yes. As we told you, you kept it close to the skin. You might bleed to death, but maybe not."
She smiled. "Well, then..."
He nodded again. "Yes." He turned, motioned to the audience; a young man jumped up, sprang up on the stage. In seconds he had his clothes off; the girl knelt in front of him, sucked his penis to erection. Then he laid down on the stage; with her assistants guiding her, she lowered herself onto him, facing away from him. After a moment, they pushed her back, forcing herself to support herself with her arms. Each time he thrust himself up into her, a spurt of blood came out of the wound in her abdomen.
But she was managing to get into it; before long she was gasping, evidently concentrating purely on the sex. At that point, the man holding the knife leaned down over her.
"Are you ready?" he asked her softly.
"Not quite..." she grated. "Not quite...!" She moved her hips vigorously. "Now..." she whispered after a moment. "Now, I'm just starting to come..."
He smiled, aimed the knife carefully, and pierced her right breast with it, just under her nipple. She gasped, her eyes very wide; he held it in her body for just a moment, then yanked it out. Blood frothy with air erupted as it came free.
"Oh God yes..." she murmured, blood dribbling from her lips. "Yes, oh, yes, yes..."
He grinned and stabbed her again, in her side this time. She grabbed at it with her hands, forcing him to leave it in her body for a moment.
"I'm coming," she moaned when he finally pulled it free. "Coming... kill me now, kill me now... I want to die while I'm coming...!"
"Now," he said. She looked up at him, then lifted her left breast with one hand. Again, he aimed the knife carefully; when it snapped forward, it struck her chest just under the uplifted breast--and passed into her heart.
An incredible explosion of blood followed. Her body went utterly rigid and remained that way for an instant. Then she began to fall.
The man under her managed to stay with her as she rolled onto her side; his orgasm only took seconds. By that time, her life had gone. The body lay still on the floor, her lips smiling in death.