Posted by Amy on February 03, 2001 at 19:18:11:
Pat stood in his bathroom looking out the window toward a wooded area behind his house. The young man had just finished taking a shower. His dark brown hair was wet and his body gleamed in the sunshine hitting the window. He hadn't noticed that the window was open, nor did he notice a flash from well back in the woods. Thakkt. The sound was dull and barely noticeable, but Pat was pushed back slightly, and a fine mist of blood sprayed from his lower back.
"Uuhhhhnhh!" Pat screamed as he fell back out of the shower looking down at a bullet hole in the middle of his belly.
He fell flat on his back and lay in the middle of that bathroom floor with his hands folded on his rapidly heaving belly. A few moments later Amy walked in the bathroom door wearing only her underwear. She was met by the sight of her boyfriend lying on his back clutching his gut, blood staining his hands. A slight stream of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. She smiled as she saw his five inch dick hard and rigid pointing straight at the ceiling.
"Oh, Pat let me take a look." Amy said softly.
He slowly slid his hands down off the wound in his stomach.
"Amy...help me!" Pat gasped.
"I'm sorry honey, but you're gutshot. Your belly is full of blood and it's pressing on your lungs. Cutting off your air supply, you could say you've raised the flag to that effect." Amy said with a slight smile. "All I can do is help it along a little."
Pat squirmed as she lay her bare foot across the wound. He tilted his head back and screamed in agony as she pushed down. Amy giggled as she felt his warm blood gushing out on her foot. Thakkt. Thakkt. Amy bent ever so slightly and slumped her shoulders. She shook her head as blood began to stain her bra around bullet holes in her big tits. She stumbled back a little and then slumped forward. She fell with her bare belly across Pat's wounded gut. As he lay panting, he knew that Amy was already dead. Nearly an hour after he was shot the pressure from the blood in his stomach built up to a point that it flooded up his throat, and he drowned on his own blood.