Posted by Amy on July 28, 2001 at 13:25:08:
The scene begins in a large pristenely cleaned white room. In the middle of the room lay a young man and a young woman. His name was Pat. He was almost six feet tall, well built, and stripped nude. Leather straps across his wrists held him flat on his back to the floor, that and the fact that he was unconscious. Her name was Amy. She was just over five feet tall, with the body of a model, and she too had been stripped nude. She was free and lay on the floor only because she was unconscious. The most conspicuous thing about Amy was her shoulder length platinum blonde hair, and the dark brown patch of hair at her crotch. Amy began to stir first with a slight moan. She arched her back and raised her hands beside her head.
"Owh!" Amy cried as she lay her hand on her shoulder, where a tranquilizer dart had hit her.
She looked down at her shoulder, then noticed that she wasn't wearing anything and groaned. She heard Pat moan and smiled a little.
"I take it they shot you too?" Amy asked.
"Yeah, those little things sting." Pat said.
He tried to move his hands, but found that they were bound on either side of his head.
"Okay, so now what?" Pat asked.
Amy smiled as she rolled over on her side.
"Oh I can think of something to pass the time." Amy said with a wicked smile as she ran the back of her index finger down the center of his chest and belly.
"You are incorrigible." Pat said.
"I thought I was Amy." Amy said as she lay down over him.
"We have no idea who's watching us." Pat said.
"Awh, what's wrong? Performance anxiety? can't get it up?" Amy cooed.
She quivered slightly as she felt his hands running down her sides. She smiled as she raised to an almost seated position and lowered herself on erect cock. As she began moving up and down, neither Pat, nor Amy noticed small portals opening in the wall and in the ceiling above them. Two minutes later Amy was still going at it, too engrossed in enjoying having a captive audience to notice that there pristine surroundings had changed slightly. Thip. Thip. Thip. Thip.
"Oooohh!" Amy screamed as she bent ever so slightly
"Aaaaahhhh!" Pat screamed as he bucked wildly
The straps on his wrists released and retracted into the floor as Amy rolled off him with her hands folded tightly on her belly. Amy had two wounds just above her small vertically set navel. Pat had one above and one below his deep round navel.
"Oh shoo...It just had to be in the gut." Amy grunted.
Both lay on their backs side by side panting for a few moments.
"I...I don't want to die...on my back...not like this...help me stand up." Amy whined.
Pat and Amy both slowly got to their feet, using each other as supports, grunting and groaning with each labored breath. Thip. Thip. Thip. Thip. Amy's big tits danced wildly as she grimaced. Blood poured over her lower lip as the impact knocked her off her feet. Pat hunched his shoulders slightly and closed his eyes tightly as the impact drove him back off his feet. Again they lay side by side, this time motionless. These four bullets had hit their nipples. Amy's eyes stared blankly up at the pristine white ceiling, her upper lip was curled just slightly, and there was a faint trail of blood from the left corner of her mouth. Pat's mouth was open in an unuttered scream of shock and pain. His eyes were wide open, but only the lower part of his irises were visible under his eyelids. As a final testament of their untimely death, urine began to pool between their thighs.