Posted by The Black Knight on January 10, 2000 at 01:35:52:
This is the chronicle of the deaths of fifty six young women. For the sake of anonomity, we will use first names where ever it is possible. First up we have a lovely red headed young woman named Charlotte. She is fairly tall with big blue eyes, and gentle thin lipped smile, and an ever present mane of flame red hair. She spent most of her life trying to keep her body fit, a fact that she regretted her last evening as she came to her suburban home to
find a delivery man waiting on her front porch. Her form fitting green dress showed off her trim body as she walked toward the door with a somewhat concerned look on her face.
“Do you have something for me?” Charlotte’s low alto voice asked more out of habit than anything.
Whump. Charlotte jerked back but it was too late, the open palm thrust had caught her dead center in the belly. She shuddered as she looked down.
“Wh-what did you do?” Charlotte gulped as blood dripped over her lower lip.
She knew something was wrong as she fell, but she had no inkling that her intestines had been ruptured. Charlotte died where she lay, as she bled to death internally in a matter of minutes.
Heidi faired little better. She was a fair skinned blonde with classic good looks, some called a living babydoll, but that only infuriated her. On the night that Charlotte met her fate Heidi climbed into her bed unaware, dressed only in her underwear on this hot evening, and would have stripped off that but for a bit of unexpected company in the next room. As she settled down on her bed and was nearly asleep Heidi noticed a rustling under her bed. Too late Heidi heard the whine of cloth and springs giving way, as the next thing she felt was the sting of cold steel between her shoulder blades.
“Heeyulllllhhhhh!” Heidi half groaned and half screamed as a bloody blade burst into view between her
enormous breasts.
She twitched for a few seconds, but it was already over as her head rolled over to the side and blood poured out onto her pillow. A major artery had been severed and Heidi had died in seconds.
As Heidi breathed her last moan of pain Janie came to her home just down the road. She was arriving
home from work later than usual, but there was really no one there to miss her anyway. Her tight green jumper and red blouse showed off a magnificent body which could have easily found its way onto film and the printed page. Her perfect face framed in her sandy hair would not have looked out of place there either. As she swung her front door open she felt something pull loose that really should not have been there to start with. Much to her amazement Janie looked down just in time to see a six foot long pole dig its way into her belly about an inch above
her navel.
“Oooo!” Janie grunted as she bent.
She stumbled back and inadvertantly tilted the tip of the pole down into the dirt, literally impaling herself. She stood there bent over backwards with two feet of the steel pole stuck out of her belly and the other three and three quarters sticking out of her back, for nearly three days until her heart finally stopped beating.
A day after Janie inadvertantly killed herself Stella walked out of her country home just as an assassin was waiting on her. Stella was a fairly short woman with long reddish brown hair and a carefree attitude about life. Her red blouse clung so tightly to her body that every facet of her somewhat out of shape torso could be seen. Stella
never even heard the silencer muffled shot from a distance, and barely heard the dull smack as the bullet ripped a hole in her enormous left breast.
“Uuhhnnkkh!” Stella screamed as she threw her hands up and slammed into the wall behind her.
She slid down to a seated position with a look of shock forever frozen on her lovely face, the well placed bullet had pierced her heart and ended her life.
Later in that day as Lisa, a local reporter, gave a live report of Stella’s demise she had no inkling that she was the next target. Lisa was a tiny sandy haired beauty with a bubbly personality and a bright smile. She had become to accustomed to sitting behind an anchor desk and her belly showed it. She didn’t bother to hide her rounded belly, but instead stretched a blue and green striped blouse over it and her enormous bosom, which made her look a bit top-heavy considering that the barely reached five feet tall. Shunk.
“Aaauuhhnhh!” Lisa screamed as she arched her back.
Her lower lip quivered slightly as she looked down at an arrow sticking about six inches out of her body between her breasts. She coughed and blood leapt from her lips as she rolled over to her side. Lisa’s wound wasn’t instant, but she died before she hit the ground. Jodi, a nationaly known reporter, jumped back from Lisa as she fell. Jodi was also known for her bright bubbly personality and her big deep blue eyes. She tried to appear more professional than Lisa in a tight blue suit, but failed to hide her body as miserably as Lisa had. Jodi stiffened as a dull thud
resounded in her ears.
“Oh no...not me!” Jodi gulped as she lay clutched a bullet wound just below her enormous breasts.
She turned to run toward her van and another thud sounded. This time Jodi didn’t hear it as well, because it hit just below the middle of her back, and angled up through her heart. Jodi fell face first to the ground over Lisa, just as dead.
Catherine was perhaps the unluckiest of the group. She was a very attractive young woman, with short cut dark brown hair, light brown eyes, and a smile that men would die for. On this particular day she was dressed in a blue blouse which was greatly strained by her enormous bosom and skin tight jeans. She found herself alone with a cash register at the end of a work day, until a gun barrel was pressed to her temple.
“Let me guess, you want all the money?” Catherine asked snidely.
He put his hand on her shoulder and shoved her back. Catherine turned toward him and she heard a muffled pop.
“Aaaahh!” Catherine screamed as she folded both hands on her waist and folded over with a .22 slug in her lodged in her colon.
After a few minutes of panting and whining Catherine got enough enough courage to bring herself back up to a
standing position.
“Finish...please...don’t make me die...gutshot!” Catherine pleaded.
Another pop and Catherine let out a low throaty grunt. With her right hand still on her bloody belly, she clutched her chest between her breasts with her left. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she slowly sank to the floor. With a low moan of pain Catherine surrendered to her sucking chest wound.
Carol walked into the store as Catherine died and wished that she hadn’t. She was a medium sized
woman with thick shoulder length black hair, and big electric blue eyes. Her friends knew her well from her
operatic alto voice and her tender hearted kindness rarely found in this day. Four quick pops from the small gun and Carol began to wish she had never been born.
“Ooohhhhhh!” Carol’s voice sang out in agony as she cupped her hands on her ravaged belly.
She sank to her knees and then leaned over slightly. She crawled slowly over toward Catherine, with each
movement causing even more pain in her belly. As she reached Catherine her mind and body could take no more
punishment and she passed out. Falling with a very undignifed flop over Catherine’s belly. When they were found the next morning they still lay there belly-to-belly, but Carol had bled to death during the night.
Late the next morning as Sabrina was attending the funeral of her cousin Heidi, she wandered away from
the cemetary more in a depressed stupor than out of conscious thought. Sabrina had been particularly close to Heidi and was the one who had given her the nickname “Babydoll”, even though Sabrina fit the description even more than Heidi had. Sabrina had long curly dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, perfect smile, a perfect hour glass figure that most women would kill for, and just the right curves in the just the right places. Sabrina heard footsteps
behind her and turned. Her eyes snapped open wide and she let out an audible gasp at what she saw. The next
thing she heard was a sick wet splatter as she was pushed back and bent slightly.
“Oh oh oh oooo!” Sabrina moaned as she slowly crumpled.
She fell motionless beside a blood spattered grave marker with an axe stuck firmly in her tight young belly. Whether the shock of the strike or the shock from having her entrails so rapidly displaced killed her the coroner would never determine.