Posted by Ric delCampo on November 20, 2003 at 06:22:14:
The Magic Cost- Cutting Sword
By Ric delCampo
“What the fuck is this?” Mr. Kruger was fuming. A 9000 lbs. granite boulder had crushed his $9,000.00 black cherry wood desk. Embedded in the stone was a sword.
“It is a magic, cost-cutting sword,” the vaporous figure floating above the remains of his desk replied. “Is that not what you wished for?”
Mr. Kruger was beginning to regret having rubbed the antique, Arabian oil-lamp. “What’s it good for?”
“Cutting costs, of course,” replied the djinni. The djinni consisted mainly of smoke and water vapor which coalesced into a solid human figure then faded like a picture out of focus. “It is time I return to the lamp.”
“What about my other wishes?” Mr. Kruger demanded. He was a man who was used to getting his way.
“You must have me confused with some other djinni; I grant but one wish per hundred years. Then I return to my lamp.”
“Well, what the fuck do I do with this?” Mr. Kruger demanded.
“Cut costs.” The cloud of smoke was sucked back into the lamp.
Mr. Kruger was furious. He wished that the stupid TV commercial had not popped into his head at the very moment the djinni had requested his wish. KII, Inc. was deeply in debt and in desperate need to cut costs.
He grasped the sword, fearful that it would not budge from the stone, and thus demonstrate that he was not the rightful heir to the KII CEO position.
The sword slid easily from the stone.
“Darling!”
Mr. Kruger turned with a start. A woman entered his office. A tall, elegant woman. She wore a cream-colored, double-breasted Italian business suit and a white silk blouse. A double strand of pearls was wrapped around her neck. She wore diamond earrings and a diamond ring on each finger, except for the ring finger on her left hand. She was Elaine, Mr. Kruger’s mistress.
She rushed into his arms.
And impaled herself upon the sword in Mr. Kruger’s right hand. It was light as a feather, and upon first spying her, he had forgot he was holding it.
The tip of the sword caught her in her belly button, and as she rushed to embrace Mr. Kruger, the razor sharp blade penetrated her slender belly effortlessly.
Elaine wrapped her arms around Mr. Kruger, and passionately kissed him, seemingly unaware that her lithe body was being violated.
“Your cock is really hard today,” Elaine said.
“That’s not my cock,” Mr. Kruger replied in horror.
“That’s good, because it’s not in my pussy,” Elaine said. She stepped back a bit and looked down. Much of the steel blade was still deep within her body.
“What this?” she cried out.
“A magic cost cutting sword,” Mr. Kruger replied dumbly.
Elaine staggered back, sliding off the blade. She clutched her bleeding belly and moaned orgasmicly. She bent at the waist and her body trembled. She sank to her knees.
“Y-y-you killed me.” Her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed onto the Persian rug. And shuddered. And died.
“Mr. Kruger, I’m sorry . . .” Nancy, Mr. Kruger’s secretary had rushed into the room behind Elaine. She stopped short when she spied Elaine’s dead body lying at Mr. Kruger’s feet. She was a shorter, younger girl; with fine firm breasts in a white crisp blouse. She wore designer eyeglasses bought and paid for by Mr. Kruger. He was boinking her when Elaine wasn’t available.
Mr. Kruger looked up dumbfounded at Nancy, who rushed into his arms.
“Oh, you killed her. You killed her. You do love me more than her!”
The sword stabbed Nancy right below her belly button and came out her asshole.
The naïve young secretary stopped short and stared into Mr. Kruger’s eyes.
“You stabbed me!” she said with a mixture of sorrow and accusation.
“It . . . it was an accident.”
Nancy was bleeding from her pussy. Blood ran down her nylons. She quivered and a tear ran down her cheek.
She stumbled back, off the impaling blade and stumbled over Elaine’s corpse.
Nancy fell dead on top of Elaine. One high-heel shoe dangled from her dead right foot.
“Mr. Kruger!”
Now who? Mr. Kruger looked up from the two dead bodies at his feet. It was Anna from the mail room. A red haired girl who desired to be his next mistress. They had made out once in a mail cart and he had given her a diamond pendant, with the promises of more to come.
Anna, severely lacking in self-confidence, desperately wanted to be Mr.’ Kruger’s next soul-mate.
“You’re killing the women you love?” Anna asked. “Then you must kill me also.”
She decisively walked up to Mr. Kruger and ripped open her black blouse. Her firm breasts were restrained by a lacy black bra from Fredericka’s Secrets. A gift from Mr. Kruger.
“Stab me in my tits!” Anna demanded.
Mr. Kruger was speechless.
Anna guided the tip of the sword to her left nipple, and stepped forward decisively. The steel blade bit into her tender female flesh. It penetrated her wildly beating heart. Anna groaned in ecstasy and clutched at her wounded breast.
“Oh, thank you, my master! Thank you for killing me!” Anna moaned and collapsed onto the pile of dead girls. A thin rivulet of bleed trickled from her open mouth.
“Oh my love!”
Who now? Mr. Kruger sighed.
A gorgeous, 45 year old woman strolled into the office and stopped at the pile of bleeding female corpses. “You’re killing all your whores!” Mrs. Marlena Kruger said. “You must still love me!”
She rushed into Mr. Kruger’s arms.
Oh shit! Here we go again. He could not let go of the sword. It was as if it were super-glued to his right hand.
The unforgiving steel blade sliced right through Marlena’s silk dress, right through her supple flesh, deep into her belly. Marlena’s blue eyes popped open wide.
Pain rippled through her aerobicised body. She stumbled back, off of the impaling blade and, bent at her slender waist, groaned in pain. “OOOH!”
Marlena clutched at her bleeding belly, as if trying to hold in her life’s blood. She failed. She turned around and fell facedown, dead onto the pile of curvaceous corpses.
“Shit!” Mr. Kruger cursed. All his women were dead. Who was he going to fuck now? He knelt behind Marlena, lifted her dress, cut away her expensive silk panties, and butt-fucked her. “Serves you right!” he said to the staring corpse as he emptied himself into her anal cavity. Marlena never liked anal sex. He’d had to go elsewhere to satisfy his endless desires.
“Mr. Kruger!” an indignant voice shouted.
Mr. Kruger turned with embarrassment at the voice of his CFO, Mr. Plimpkin. Mr. Plimkin, his personal assistant Debbie, and two uniformed police officers stood in the doorway to Mr. Kruger’s office and watched in horrified fascination as he butt-fucked the corpse of his drop dead gorgeous wife.
Mr. Kruger shot to his feet, both swords waving.
“Sir, maybe you ought to put that away?” Plimkin said tentatively.
Mr. Kruger almost sliced the portrait of his grandfather as he waved the magic cost cutting sword. “It’s a magic cost cutting sword. A genie gave it to me,” Mr. Kruger said in a daze.
“Just put the sword down, sir,” an officer said. Both had their weapons drawn.
Reality dawned on Mr. Kruger slowly. He slid the sword back into the stone and meekly surrendered to the officers.
A few days later, Mr. Plimkin, the new CEO of KII, Inc. and Debbie, the new CFO, were in bed together, fucking like bunnies.
“It really was a magic cost cutting sword,” Plimkin said to Debbie as he pumped her. “Mr. Kruger was embezzling millions from the company to pay for all his mistresses and to satisfy his wife. Now that they’re all dead, and Mr. Kruger is in jail, the company is in the black. We’re gonna be filthy rich! And legally too!”
“How did you know it’d work?” Debbie asked, “how did you know to give him the magic lamp; instead of asking for a wish for yourself?”
“Are you kidding?” Plimkin asked. “Aren’t you aware of the vast genie literature? Genies are notorious for screwing you over. Didn’t you see that TV show about the FBI agent who wished for world peace? He walked outside to find out the genie had made the entire human race disappear. Or that story about the guy who wished to be the dictator for life of a powerful nation. His genie turned him into Adolf Hitler in April 1945.”
“No, giving the lamp to Mr. Kruger was the smartest thing I could do,” Mr. Plimkin said. “Just remember: Be careful what you wish for, you might get it.”
The End.