Posted by The Black Knight on January 29, 2000 at 03:11:09:
Thirteen helicopters came upon a remote jungle island just off the coast of South East Asia. In each helicopter sat a pilot, co-pilot, and a beautiful young woman. The helicopters landed at thirteen different sights on the island. Each young woman was given a weapon, a map, and a sealed envelope. Inside the envelope was this message:
In the center of this island there is a check for twenty million dollars. Also on this island are twelve other young women who are going after that check. The map shows you different routes to that check. The choice is yours. You have exactly 48 hours to find this check and meet me at the rendez-vous point on this map. If you do not, a device that is implanted in your body will release a neural toxin into your blood stream. Good luck to all of you.
The first young lady we shall follow as she makes her treacherous journey is a beautiful gymnast named Kristen Maloney. The raven haired young lady is armed with a bow and has a quiver full of arrows on her belt. She decides to take the more direct route and walks the straight path to the middle of the island, her bright blue eyes scowering the horizon for any of the other girls her mysterious benefactor had mentioned. It isn't long until she spots the bright red hair of Hillary Tuck as she too makes her way toward the pay off that would take her years to get. Hillary held a rifle in her hands and had not yet seen Kristen. Kristen knocked and arrow, pulled it back and let it fly. Shomp.
"Ooohhhhhh!" Hillary howls in pain as she drops her rifle in favor clutching an arrow stuck almost to the fletches in her tight young belly.
Kristen shook her head as she knocked another arrow.
"Sorry, but I'm not a good of a shot as I thought." Kristen said to herself as she let the arrow fly.
Shomp. Hillary's eyes widened and her full lips become a fountain of blood as an arrow hits her large left breast.
"Why?" Hillary mouthed as she slumped to the jungle floor.
Hillary was dead. Kristen walked over to Hillary and pulled the arrows out.
"Sorry, but I might need these later." Kristen said even though she knew that Hillary was beyond hearing.
Thok. Kristen flinched as an arrow hit a tree just over her head. In a nearby clearing Amber Barretto had watched the whole thing and was ready to take Kristen out of the running as well. Amber's long bright red hair got in the way of the quiver on her back as she tried to put another arrow in her bow. Shomp.
"Ooooo!" Amber cried as she jerked to her full height and bent stiffly at the waist.
A look of shock came over her face as she looked down at an arrow stuck in her belly.
"It's not...suppose to...happen like this...nooo!" Amber whined as she fell back to a seated position.
Kristen walked on leaving Amber to bleed to death.
"She deserves it for shooting at me." Kristen muttered to herself as she heard Amber's pleas for mercy.
As Kristen walked on toward the middle of the island she heard a loud solid thump. At the same time a sharp pain from the middle of of her washboard stomach drove her to the ground.
"Oooh nooo!" Kristen gulped as she looked down at a bullet hole about an inch above her navel.
Several yards away on a ledge Ivanka Trump knelt looking through a scope on her rifle, watching Kristen's belly jerking up and down rapidly as she gasped in pain. Ivanka moved the crosshairs up to Kristen's large left breast.
"One less in the running, but then what's another tweny million to me." Ivanka said.
Kristen's bright blue eyes widened as Ivanka squeezed the trigger and a bullet tore through Kristen's heart. Kristen lay her head back and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as her belly fell still. Kristen was dead.
"Don't you think that was kind of vicious?" Dominique Moceanu asked from behind Ivanka.
Ivanka stood and turned to face the elfin gymnast. Ivanka's full lips turned up in a cute smile when she saw Dominique grasping a knife nervously.
"I take it Kristen was a friend?" Ivanka asked.
"You knew her name, but I knew her. Yes she was a friend." Dominique said angrily as she walked toward Ivanka.
Ivanka fell to one knee again, rammed the barrel of her gun into Dominique's tight belly, and fired.
"Aawwwpphh!" Dominique gurgled as she was thrown back three feet and nearly blown in half.
She lay on her back flopping spasmodically, but Dominique was already dead. Ivanka looked at her map and walked over Dominique around the cliff that they had been standing on. Ivanka climbed down off the steep precipice and on into the thick jungle undergrowth. As she plodded through the bushes to avoid being seen by any of the other remaining young women, she was unaware that Anna Paquin had the same idea. Ivanka was also unaware of the amount of noise that she was making, she was too busy reloading her rifle. She never even saw Anna's spear waiting on her, but felt it as the point was driven home deep into her pudgy belly.
"Ooohhhh...you can't do this...I'm...I..." Ivanka gasped as she dropped her rifle and wrapped her hands around the spear.
"I know very well who you are Ms. Trump." Anna said as she twisted the spear out.
Ivanka blinked away tears as she stumbled back.
"That's why I'm going to take great pleasure in doing this." Anna said as she pushed the spear into Ivanka's enormous right breast.
Ivanka wheezed as she began spitting up blood. Anna pulled the spear out and stuck into Ivanka's left breast.
"Oooohhh!" Ivanka moaned as blood poured from her full lips.
Ivanka fell back with a thud and lay motionless. She was dead. Anna looked up at the darkening sky and moved away from Ivanka's body into the thicker bush to sleep safely for the night, she hoped.
As the sun rose over the sea early the next morning Anna was awakened rather rudely and painfully by the wire thin blade of a dueling sword as it tapped her cheek. Anna grabbed for her spear, but a boot kicked her hand away. Anna looked up in shock at the lovely face of Lacey Chabert.
"I just wanted you to see me before you got it Anna." Lacey's high pitched voice whined.
She lunged toward Anna and the Australian teen jerked.
"Uulllhhh!" Anna screamed as the point penetrated between her breasts.
Anna's eyes rolled back in her head as she went limp.
"So much for her, now on to the money." Lacey muttered.
As Lacey entered a clearing she was met by a long wooden staff as it slammed into the back of her right hand. Lacey howled in pain, dropped her sword, and instinctively grabbed her hand. Lacey almost smiled when she looked into the face of Jamie Dantzscher, the young woman on the other end of the staff. Her smile turned to a look of shock as Jamie slammed the pole into her belly.
"Ooof!" Lacey grunted as she folded over.
Jamie turned the staff and slammed the end into the back Lacey's neck at the base of her skull. A little blood squirted between Lacey's lips as her neck snapped. She fell to the ground with a slight groan and her life was over.
"One less to worry with on my way out I suppose." Jamie muttered as she kicked Lacey over on her back.
Jamie walked back into the jungle with a solemn look on her beautiful face. Jamie was pretty close to the place marked on the map where the check was at. As she came to a clearing she noticed a brown manilla enveloped tied to a tree in the very center of the clearing. Jamie walked toward the tree and was about there when she heard a gun cock.
"Sorry Jamie, not today." Brittney Spears said from the opening of another path into the clearing.
Jamie stiffened as she heard three gunshots.
"Ooohhh! Shooooo!" Jamie screamed as she clutched her pudgy belly and spun on her heel.
"I've always wanted to shoot somebody in the belly. Does it hurt as much as they say it does?" Brittney asked.
Jamie picked up her staff and moved toward Brittney, still holding her belly with one hand. Two more shots and a look of shock came over Jamie's face. She looked down and shook her head when she saw bullet holes in her enormous breasts.
"Oooohh!" Jamie moaned as she fell spitting up blood.
Jamie was dead. Brittney reloaded her gun as she walked toward the tree.
"I'm sorry Brittney, but I just can't let you do that." Christina Aguillera said from the other side of the tree.
Christina held a broad sword up to Brittney's throat.
"Oh come on now Christy, you wouldn't cut an old friend's throat would you?" Brittney asked.
Christina looked down and smiled, both she and Brittney had taken the time to unbutton the bottom of their blouses and tie them about at their sternums. Brittney jerked as Christina rested the cold tip of her sword into her big deep navel.
"Slit your throat no, poke you in the belly, absolutely." Christina said.
"Sorry Christy, but I don't think so." Brittney said as she squeezed the trigger of her gun.
"Awwwhh!" Christina screamed as she jerked back.
She stood there with a pained look her face, but with no apparent damage. Brittney smiled as Christina's big round navel filled with blood then blood trickled down her pale belly.
"You...you shot me...in the belly-button?" Christina whimpered.
Two more shots and Christina doubled over holding two more wounds in her belly.
"I should kill you, but I'm going to let you suffer, let you feel how I would have if you had run me through." Brittney said as she grabbed the envelope off the tree.
There was a flash of metal and Brittney let out a cry of pain and dropped her gun. Brittney grabbed the back of her hand over a small shallow cut, just deep enough to get her attention. Brittney looked up from her hand to see the lovely face of Danielle Fishell brightened with a big broad smile. Brittney looked down at the knife in Danielle's hand and her gun lying at Danielle's feet. Brittney grimaced as Danielle plunged the knife into her belly about an inch below her navel.
"I'll take that now." Danielle said as she eased the envelope out of Brittney's hand.
"What? You're going to leave me like this?" Brittney gasped.
"Nope, that's too good for someone vicious enough to plug their best friend over a little money." Danielle said.
Brittney's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head as Danielle inched the knife up her belly to the knot in her blouse. Brittney gurgled as blood spewed from her lips and her entrails spewed from her belly. Brittney crumpled over her own guts, dead. Danielle walked back toward the beach and the rendez-vous point looking at the slightly bloodied envelope. Thup.
"Ooohhhh!" Danielle screamed as she was knocked to the ground.
Her big green eyes looked around her trying to find what hit her until she felt an immense pain in her abdomen. She shook her head as she looked down at a bullet hole in the middle of her belly. Thup. Thup.
"Aaaffhh!" Dannielle moaned as her large breasts were hit.
Blood ran from her lips as she lay back in the dirt. Danielle was dead. LeAnn Rimes walked out of the undergrowth holding a smoking rifle.
"I'll take that if you don't mind. I didn't think you would." LeAnn said as she picked up the envelope from beside Danielle's hand.
LeAnn turned and stepped toward the undergrowth, just in time to run herself up onto a thin dueling sword. "Huulllh!" LeAnn grunted as she looked down at the sword in her pot belly.
She looked up in shock at Kirsten Dunst, who held the sword hilt in her trembling hand.
"You turned too soon. It's too low." Kirsten said in a shaky voice.
"You think!" LeAnn spat as she raised her gun toward Kirsten.
"Don't!" Kirsten said as she turned the sword.
"Aaaaahhhh!!" LeAnn shrieked as she dropped her gun and bent slightly.
Kirsten pulled the sword out of LeAnn's bowels and moved it up toward LeAnn's enormous left breast.
"I might have survived you stabbing me, but you ripped my guts to pieces when you turned it. Finish it please. Don't make me die like this!" LeAnn gulped.
Kirsten closed her eyes as she drove the hilt to LeAnn's left breast.
"Oooooo!" LeAnn moaned as blood poured over her lower lip.
LeAnn's eyes rolled skyward as she crumpled. Kirsten picked up the envelope and walked to the shore uninhibited. A small launch sat ready and waiting for her. She got into the launch and it took her to a large yacht moored just off the coast line. She got on board and came face to face with a young man in a white suit. He was not much taller than Kirsten, had black hair and dark eyes.
"You've done well Goldilocks. Our records show that all twelve of your contenders have been dispatched and you are the sole survivor of our little game." he said.
"If you don't mind, I would like cash. For some reason I don't trust a man who would kill for pleasure to pay off a check." Kirsten said.
"You are a wise woman for your age. I will have the cash ready for you by the time you shower and change clothes." he said as he motioned toward one of the crew.
The crewmember led Kirsten down below and to a stateroom.
One hour later Kirsten came back on deck wearing a bright blue bikini and a cute smile. She was led to the afterdeck, where he mysterious host sat at a table. In the middle of the table was a black attache case. Kirsten walked around the table and lay her hand on the attache case.
"You know with the sea behind you, that golden hair and fair skin looks absolutely stunning." he said as he lay his hand on hers.
"We can dispense with the compliments. I want my money and to get back home as soon as I can." Kirsten said.
Her bright blue eyes snapped open wide when she heard the distinct sound of a gun cocking.
"You were wise not to trust me Kirsten. I'm just greedy I guess, can't part with the money even though you did win. Besides your 48 hours will be up in about ten minutes." he said.
Kirsten looked down at his hand and the silencer on the end of his .45.
"You said you would remove it." Kirsten said.
"No I said it would kill you in 48 hours. I never promised that any of you would survive." he said.
Thip. Thip. Thip. Kirsten grimaced as bullets tore into her bare belly.
"Oooohhhhh!" Kirsten screamed as she stumbled back.
She leaned back on the rail gasping heavily in pain.
"This way is far more merciful than that neural toxin anyway." he said as he pointed the gun at her again.
Thip. Thip. Kirsten's eyes closed tightly as bullets hit her large breasts.
"Ooooooo!" Kirsten moaned she fell over the rail.
She was already dead before she hit the icey ocean below.