Posted by Amarissa on January 27, 20012 at 16:48:27:
Rachel
or
The Bowmaid’s Tale
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When Rachel asked to go first, no one was surprised.
It was rather a breach of etiquette, because normally the honor of going first went to the most senior girl. Then after her the next oldest, and on down the line until the youngest, who went last. This was partly a matter of status, but it was also a matter of saving the youngest girls, who generally had the tightest vaginas, for last. That way each girl gave his cock a tighter squeeze than the one before, and he liked that.
Sometimes you would hear that it was also meant to be instructive to the younger ones, so they could watch the performance of more experienced girls first, and have their example to follow when their own turn came. But that didn't make any sense if you thought about it, because in the matter of being shot to death while riding to a screaming orgasm, impaled on a big, hot, hard cock; well -- everybody was equally inexperienced.
There was normally only one exception to this oldest-first, youngest-last business, and that was for the bowmaid. The girl that was chosen to shoot the other girls had to go last, of course, because she needed to stick around until her job was done. Rarely was the youngest girl the bowmaid, because it took a strong arm and a good aim. The bowmaid had to put her arrows deep inside the other girls in order to kill them well, and you couldn't have her arm getting tired halfway through. She needed stamina. She needed to know how to handle a bow, too, and how to concentrate. It wasn't easy to shoot well when you were watching a really good orgasm. One tended to get distracted. But the bowmaid had to put her own feelings aside and shoot well until she was the only girl left. So in reality, the youngest girl wasn't last. The bowmaid was last. Unless the youngest girl actually was the bowmaid, and that was very rare.
I was bowmaid. I was not the youngest, but I was young. I was only sixteen. But I had plenty of arm. I could pull a bow as hard as any girl in our group. I knew how to shoot, too. If you shoot a girl in the tit, for instance, you have to pull really hard -- you have to have enough power to put it through her ribs for a good, quick kill. If you shoot her in the belly, on the other hand, you have to back off a little. Otherwise the point might come out the other side, and that could be really messy. Messy wasn't good. An aesthetic killing required a lot of understanding and control.
Being bowmaid meant that when I died there would be nobody left to see it, only him. But that suited me fine. I wasn't that much of a performer anyway. The upside was that I would get to watch all the other girls die -- in fact I would be the one killing them. That gave me a good tingle. And when it was my turn, he would kill me with his own hands. That was even better. It was a greater privilege than dying in front of a hundred girls, at least to me. I guess a lot of girls are into it mostly to impress each other. But for me, it was always about giving myself to him.
Also I liked being last because he generally didn't use a weapon. He preferred to choke that last girl to death, maybe snap her neck if he was feeling frisky. I liked being choked. So being bowmaid was definitely for me.
Nobody was surprised that Rachel asked to go first, because it was just like her. She wasn't the oldest girl. She was only nineteen. Elaine was a year older than her, and Sara was a year older than Elaine. Rachel went on about how she just couldn't bear to wait, that it would be agony for her to wait, she wanted it so bad. But if you knew Rachel then you knew the real reason. She just wanted to have the biggest possible audience to die for, and that meant going first. She was always theatrical, she always wanted everybody looking at her.
She was worth looking at, too ...
really pretty. Pale skin, long red hair, delicate face, a
really hot body with a narrow waist and smooth hips and nice, perky
titties ... not too big, not too small, and perfectly shaped, with
soft puffy pink nipples. Oh, she had breasts to die for. I was just
crazy about her breasts.
She didn't shave completely but left a
small stripe of hair that set off her red curls. A flat belly and
long, pretty legs. And those big green eyes she had ... the way
she looked at you with them. I guess every girl in our group had a
crush on Rachel. And Rachel loved you back. So it was hard to say no
to her.
Not that Elaine would have said no to anybody. She was so soft, so self-effacing, you felt bad asking her for anything, because you knew she wouldn't even give herself the option of refusing. Sara was different. Everybody loved Sara because she was smart and funny, and always there for you. But she didn't take crap off anybody. If Sara didn't want to give up her right to go first then she would say so and that would be that.
But Sara didn't mind giving way to Rachel, any more than Elaine did. And that was no mystery either. She didn't want to miss Rachel's performance. Rachel always put on a good show. She loved being the center of attention and thrived on it. She loved being watched, and we loved watching her.
This would be her ultimate performance, of course. Ultimate as in the best ... but ultimate also as in the last. None of us wanted to miss it.
So nobody had a problem with Rachel going first.
And of course it was ironic, for all of her saying how she couldn't wait, the way she drew it out. First she went to every other girl and gave her a long, soulful goodbye kiss, feeling her up a little, giving every pair of boobies a last squeeze ... we all got hot kissing her and caressing her, one by one, and you could see he was watching. He got hard right away, he was enjoying the show most of all.
Then she stripped, slowly and sensuously. She only had a couple things to take off, of course. But she managed to make a performance out of that too, feeling herself up and stroking herself as she oh-so-slowly wriggled out of her things. Wow, you had to hand it to Rachel. She knew her moment and how to play it. Without being phony, either. It was all very sincere and sexy and heartfelt. I can still see her, yeah, one hand inside her panties while the other was pinching her nipples, teasing them erect ... her eyes closed, her tongue moistening her lips ... every girl there was wet already, and he was hard as a tree, and she was just warming up.
When she was naked she came over and whispered in my ear, very softly: "Don't kill me too quick, Jessi, I want to take a lot of hits." I looked at her and nodded silently, and she closed her eyes and kissed me deeply. Then she walked slowly over to where he sat.
She climbed onto the couch and knelt next to him. She lowered her pretty face over his huge erection and kissed it lovingly. He reached his hand to cup her swaying breast, and squeezed it. He kneaded it in his strong hand. She began licking his shaft up and down, up and down. You could see she was waiting for him to take the lead. So he did, grasping her hair in one hand to position her head, and using the other to guide his cock to her lips.
Rachel's mouth opened obediently and we watched his big cock slide into it. She slowly lowered her head as more and more of it entered her mouth and slid down her throat. He pushed her head slowly down until she was swallowing all of him, and she never batted a pretty red eyelash. It was a really impressive feat. His eyes closed and his mouth fell open, his chest rose and fell as he struggled not to lose control. I’m sure he wanted to just take her head and pump it up and down until he came right there. Like I’d seen him do many times, to many girls. But he didn’t. He pulled her head slowly up and we could see his cock slide glistening wet out of her mouth. Endlessly he slid out of her. Then he pulled her face to his and let her kiss him passionately while his other hand found the waiting wetness between her legs and began to stroke her there.
She was moaning in no time. I was squeezing my legs together, eyes glued to the two of them as he fingered her to her first orgasm. Her moaning reached a crescendo and she cried out, "Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Then, while she was still panting from that one, she moved to straddle him, facing him, and again kissed him, a little urgently now, as she lowered herself onto him.
She arched her back as she pushed herself down onto him. This had the double effect of offering him those divine titties to play with while giving the rest of us the best possible view of his cock sliding slowly up into her vagina. When she was fully penetrated, she began grinding her hips back and forth, back and forth. He leaned forward to lick and suck her nipples, then moved on to biting them softly. It didn't take long until she was moaning uncontrollably again, grinding faster and faster, her breath coming fast, and then suddenly she came with a loud shriek. I still remember every detail. She shuddered violently, pumped herself on him a couple more times, and then sort of crumpled against his chest. I think she was out for a couple of moments. Rachel tended to pass out after a good come. But then she stirred and slowly pulled herself together. She seemed in a daze. She lifted herself, letting him slide out of her, bigger and harder than ever. Still kneeling on the couch with him she moved around so she was straddling him again but facing away from him.
Facing us. Facing me.
The bow was in my hand. Without looking away from her, I felt for an arrow and notched it.
Her eyes were closed. She took his big cock in one hand and positioned it between her legs. With the other she spread her lips apart. Then again she slowly lowered herself onto it. For the last time.
She was sweating now. Her face and body glistened with perspiration. Her red hair had become unruly; it fell down over her shoulders, and part of it had swung around to hide her face. She shook her head to get the hair away from her face, but it fell back again, so she gathered it with both hands and held it behind her head. Then she started bouncing up and down on his cock, driving it deeper and deeper and deeper. She panted with effort, moaning rhythmically in time with her thrusting: "Unnh ... unnh ... unnh ..." He was laying back on the couch, letting her do all the work, but he did reach his hand around in front to finger her clit. Her moaning got louder when he did that. He pulled back her pussy lips so we could see her clit hanging down, all full and pink and juicy. Then you couldn't see it because he had his hand over it, rubbing it.
I was half-hypnotized, watching her pretty girls bounce as she pounded up and down. But I had a job to do, so I stayed a little detached. I had to be ready.
Then her moaning changed to cries. She was like, "Oh ... oh yes ... oh yes oh yes oh yes," and her eyes were open wide but her head was back and she was only staring at the ceiling. She wasn't seeing anything. Then she let go of her hair and just screamed as she started to come again: "Aaaahh! Aaaahh!" Her mouth was wide open, and it was just primal screams coming out.
I put the first one down low in her belly, below her bellybutton, but way to the side so it wouldn't go anywhere near where his cock was shoved up inside her. I always sharpened my arrows myself, so it was like a razor. It went in deep but the impact was gentle. She dropped her head to see it and stopped her bouncing for a second, but then started it again. Still looking at the arrow. Looking at her death. She was using her hands to steady herself now, and her hair was swinging around everywhere. It seemed like the sight of the killing shaft in her body spurred her on even more. She wasn't bleeding much yet, and she pounded up and down even more violently than before. She worked herself into kind of a frenzy. "Yaaah! Yaaah! Hit me! Hit me!" Her beautiful breasts bounced like crazy -- they just sort of floated up, then slammed down, then floated up, then slammed down. "Hit me! Hit me!" Then I saw her shudder violently as she came again.
I put the second one higher up, above her bellybutton this time, close to the middle. She stopped bouncing again, closing her eyes as she felt its hard thrust cut through her. She slumped a little. You could see she was getting weak now. She tried a couple of times to bounce again but she couldn’t. I guess those two arrows kind of ripped up her tummy muscles, especially the second one. So she just humped herself back and forth against him. He was still fingering her and she was still moaning, only softer: "Yesss ... yesss ... " The feathered ends of the arrowshafts made circles in the air in front of her as she moved her hips, reaching for one last orgasm. She was sweating hard now. The blood dribbled down her belly, down between her legs, got onto his hand where he was stroking her clit. She screwed her eyes shut and grimaced with concentration, racing against her death to climax again while she still had time ... before she got too weak ... finally she made it. "Oh baby, oh baby, I'm coming ... coming ... kill me! "
She opened her eyes and looked straight at me as she said it. She was begging me to do it. She arched her back, pushing out her arrowed belly and her creamy sweet breasts. Her body had never looked more perfect. "KILL ME KILL ME KILL M -- "
I took her in the left one.
I put the arrow just below her nipple. I put enough punch behind it to go through her chest and lodge in her back ribs. Less than a foot stuck out of her breast, it was in so deep. She froze for an instant, teetering, knocked off balance by the impact. Her mouth was open but no sound came out. She blinked several times, rapidly, like she was seeing something really strange. Then she just went limp and dropped. Eyes still open, but completely dead.
Elaine and Sara were ready and they caught her body as it went down. Together they eased her off his cock. Her head fell back, her beautiful green eyes staring out at us. As his stiff cock sprang free I could see it was painted red with her blood. He wiped his one bloody hand on a moist towel while Elaine dragged her body off to the side and left it in the corner of the room. I kept staring at her. Her hands raised up over her head from being dragged. The arrows in her, my arrows in her. I was shaking. The trickles of blood on her belly and breast. Her eyes open staring.
I couldn't handle it. I knelt on the floor with my legs apart, and put one finger up inside my throbbing pussy. I came right away, quietly shaking until it was over. I just kept staring at Rachel’s beautiful dead body, and thinking about the show she had just given us. That was like the best thing I had ever seen. I had practically died myself, just watching.
Her last act.
I couldn’t wait to see her again on the other side, and tell her how amazing it was.
But, that would have to wait. I still had a job to do. I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Then another deep breath. Letting my heart slow down. Regaining a little composure.
I still had a job to do. A very enjoyable job. I looked down and selected an arrow.
Sara was starting to undress.