Posted by Ric delCampo on June 29, 2004 at 07:39:20:
Who Wants to be a Dead Woman.
Episode 2.
By Ric delCampo.
* “Who wants to be a dead woman? The Game Show where real women volunteer to be snuffed for our viewing audience’s pleasure.”
* “Your hosts for tonight are that legendary, venerable game show host: Rigor Killbin, and his lovely co-host: Killy Ripper.”
* “And I am your announcer for tonight: Killman.”
* The co-hosts settled into their seats.
* “That’s a very nice dress you’re wearing,” Rigor commented to Killy.
* “Yeah, I’m hopin’ Mark’ll rip it offa me an’ fuck my pussy . . .”
* “Enough chit-chat,” Rigor cut her off.
* “Killman, can you announce our first contestant for tonight?”
* “Yes I can, Rigor.” “Tonight’s first contestant Is Vanna from Oklahoma.”
* Vanna strode onto the stage. She was a tall, athletic American Indian of Cherokee descent. She had dark red-brown skin and dark mysterious eyes. She had a very slender waist and pert, erect breasts.
* Vanna was playfully dressed as a naughty school girl: her long silky, ebony hair was done up it two pigtails. She wore an ultra-short, red plaid, pleated mini-skirt, a white dress shirt, tied in a knot at her tummy to show off her flat belly and her belly button. Under her shirt, instead of a bra, was a sheer black nylon tank top to restrain her firm breasts.
* On her long legs, she wore white, thigh-high stockings and a pair of strappy, 6-inch stiletto heeled sandals.
* Vanna was seductively sucking on a lolly-pop, which she tossed into the audience.
* “Welcome, Vanna,” Rigor said, taking her hand and kissing her lightly on one high cheek. Vanna returned the kiss, then skipped over to Killy and kissed her too. She took Killy in her arms, and deeply French-kissed her, her tongue probing deep within Killy’s throat.
* Killy was flushed and flustered. “Why, thank you!” She turned to the camera. “Now that, Mark, is how you do it!”
* “May I ask you, Vanna,” Rigor said, “Do you want to be a dead woman?”
* “Oh, yes, teacher, I want to be a very dead woman.”
* “Can you share why?”
* “I am a very naughty girl,” Vanna said in a very husky voice. “I need to be punished. Punished severely. Punished unto death.”
* “Well, you certainly appear to a very naughty girl.” Rigor agreed.
* “But one thing you must promise me,” Vanna said. She lifted her skirt. “I am wearing my tan, seamless, sheer panty-hose. I love my sheer, seamless panty-hose. I have an orgasm every time I put them on. I won’t even let a pair of silk panties come between my sheer, seamless panty-hose and my very wet pussy.”
* Vanna took Rigor’s hand. “Here, feel how wet my pussy is.”
* Rigor appreciatively patted her hairless mound.
* “Would you like to cop a feel?” Vanna teasingly asked Killy.
* “No, thank you, I prefer feeling Mark’s cock,” Killy replied.
* “Let me assure you,” Rigor said to the audience. “This is very nice tail. Very wet.”
* He turned back to Vanna. “How would you like to be snuffed?”
* “As I was telling you,” Vanna said, “I don’t mind how you snuff me; but you must never remove or damage my panty-hose. I must die wearing my panty-hose. You may snuff me any way you please, as long as I die in my panty-hose.”
* “I get the picture, Vanna.” He turned to the audience. “Audience, underneath your seats is a single envelope. Please remove it now.”
* “Vanna, pick a number.”
* “Thirteen.”
* “Okay. Will the person with the number thirteen envelope please come to the stage.”
* A girl squealed. “It’s me!” She bounded to the stage. “It’s me. I getta snuff her!”
* The two girls embraced and Vanna pressed her breasts into her executioner’s breasts. Vanna took off her blouse. “Take this as a gift, for snuffing me.”
* She took off her tank top to show off her perky tits. Her dark nipples were erect with anticipation.
* Rigor was reading the letter in the envelope. “Vanna, would you please kneel down.”
* Vanna knelt down. Her skirt was so short, the audience got a very good look at her moist mound. Vanna shivered with anticipation. Her titties jiggled.
* The girl stood behind her. Rigor handed her a kosher butcher knife, the edge so razor sharp that as it sliced Vanna’s delicate throat, she felt absolutely no pain.
* Vanna’s dark exotic eyes popped open in pleasant surprise as her throat was cut. A smile crossed her lips as a new red smile appeared on her throat. A trickle of blood appeared at the corner of Vanna’s pouty lips.
* With every wild beat of her heart, more of Vanna’s precious blood spurted across the stage. As her life ebbed, she went weak in her knees, Vanna was so thrilled, she dripped love juices from her panty-hose. The love juices mingled her hot red blood pooling between her legs.
* Vanna’s dark eyes fluttered. She moaned a wet moan and sank to the floor. Her lovely tits rose to the sky as she weakly sucked in her last breath of air, and sank as it rattled out of her dying lungs.
* Her lithe body slumped limply.
* Rigor led the audience in clapping. He handed the bloody knife, the white blouse, and black tank-top to the participating audience member. ‘Please accept these tokens of our appreciation for you participation in snuffing the lovely Vanna.”
* “Killman, will you introduce our next contestant?”
* “Rigor, our next contestant is Cynthia from South Carolina.”
* A twenty-nine year old black woman strolled out onto the stage. She had café-au-lait skin, dark brown eyes, sensuous lips, and wavy black hair. She had perky 36c breast and a taut ass. She had long, dancer like legs and wore stiletto high heels to show off her elegant calves. Cynthia obviously worked out; her lovely body was in superb shape.
* Cynthia wore a lacy white bra from Victoria’s Secrets and a pair of red, split crotch panties from Frederick’s of Hollywood.
* Rigor gave her a quick peck on her high, fashion model’s cheek. “Welcome, Cynthia.”
* “Oh, thank you, Rigor,” Cynthia gushed and cooed. “I am sooo thrilled to be here. I just luuuve your work.”
* “Tell me, Cynthia, do you want to be a dead woman?”
* “Yes, oh yes!” Cynthia bounced up and down enthusiastically. Her juicy jugs bounced up and down. Her lips pouted. “Do me! Do me! Do me next!”
* “How would you like to be snuffed, Cynthia?”
* “I would like you to snuff me with a knife, Rigor.”
* Killy handed Rigor a hunting knife with an eight-inch, black anodized blade.
* “Is that a really sharp knife, Rigor?” Cynthia said, wide-eyed.
* “Why, yes it is, Cynthia.”
* “Is it really hard?”
* “Yes, it is really hard,” Rigor said. It wasn’t the only thing that was really hard, but Rigor was too much of a professional to mention that.
* Cynthia smiled contently when she saw the bulge in Rigor’s pants.
* “Put it in my belly button, Rigor,” Cynthia said. “Stick it in my guts.”
* Rigor put his left hand on Cynthia’s back, With his right he carefully guided the tip of the blade to Cynthia’s quivering belly. Cynthia licked her lips; she momentarily closed her captivating eyes, and shivered with anticipation.
* Rigor sank the razor-sharp blade into Cynthia’s belly, inch by inch.
* “Deeper!” Cynthia insisted in a throaty voice. “Put it in me deeper.” The stiff blade was slicing deep into her guts arousing Cynthia’s most perverse emotions. She undulated her supple belly like a belly dancer, slipping the blade in and out of her willing flesh.
* Rigor angled the blade downward, into Cynthia’s hot womb, buried the entire blade into her flesh, rather than stabbing it straight through her and out her back.
* The blade entered her cunt from above, dove deeper until the very tip touched her erect clitoris. A thrilling electric shock raced through Cynthia’s entire body at the moment the blood-warmed blade touched her nasty knob; her pussy was flooded with love juices, mixing with blood, and dripping from her moist nether lips, to trickle down her long, silky legs. The resulting orgasm vanquished all pain from her undulating belly.
* Cynthia moaned ecstatically. “It’s better than I imagined!” She sighed. Her hands were on top of Rigor’s hand, pushing the knife deeper within her.
* A thin rivulet of hot red blood trickled down the dark skin of her punctured tummy. Cynthia closed her eyes tightly, pursed her lips against the burning in her guts and savored the competing sensations of pleasure and pain. Her nerves were aflame.
* Cynthia gasped as orgasmic waves of pleasure rippled through her fading body. Her knees trembled, and Rigor gently lowered her to the floor. Cynthia’s fingers closed around the knife handle and stroked it, stimulating one last, overwhelming orgasm. As the pleasure raced from her fading mind, down to her curling toes, back to the tips of her hard nipples, to the moist flesh of her vibrant pussy, and back to her mind snuffing out her life like a candle in the wind.
* Cynthia’s hands fell limply away from her belly. She lay on her back, the knife still erect and protruding from her stomach.
* “Dark meat, how sweet,” Killy said with a giggle.
* Rigor groaned at the plagiarized pun.
* “Killman, who is our third contestant tonight?”
* “Our third contestant is Emmy.”
* A sweet, young innocent thing came trembling with reluctance onto the stage.
* “Emmy,” Rigor said, “would you like to be a dead woman?”
* “No,” Emmy stammered.
* An audible groan raced through the crowd. Even Rigor was momentarily at a loss for words.
* “But it says right here, on the cue cards, you want to be shot to death in the tits.”
* “I. . . I didn’t write that,” Emmy protested.
* “Well, who did?” Rigor was the consummate professional, keeping his cool in the face of disaster.
* “Maybe, it was my lover, Jessie. She loves this show.”
* “Is Jessie here?”
* A tall, athletic woman stood up in the audience. “I’m here.”
* “Did you sign up Emmy?” Rigor asked.
* “Yes, I did,” Jessie said.
* “Why?”
* “I love Emmy so much! She is so beautiful; I wanted to share her beauty with the world before I killed her and made her mine forever.”
* “That’s an interesting plan,” Rigor nodded with approval. “But we have our protocols to follow.”
* “Killy, will you do the honors?”
* Killy handed a silenced .22 revolver to Emmy. Emmy lifted it up, aimed it at Jessie, pulled the trigger six times.
* Six hot lead slugs burned into Jessie’s voluptuous breasts. They burned holes in her blouse. Drilled through her lacy bra, punctured her rigid nipples, penetrated her delicate, soft flesh, and buried themselves deep in Jessie’s bouncing betties.
* Jessie’s bright eyes burst with stunned surprise. She gasped as much from the surprise as from the awful pain. Her hands leapt to her punctured beauties and clutched at the leaking bullet holes. She clawed at her chest. Hot steamy blood pulsed between her long fingers. Growing red stains spread across her blouse.
* Jessie’s legs trembled within her tight skirt. One of the hot bullets had drilled her right through her conniving heart. Jessie was so proud of Emmy. She was thrilled to be snuffed in such an exciting and romantic way. Her death was imminent and Jessie was thoroughly aroused.
* Love juices pumped from between her legs. “Hurry, Emmy, kiss me ‘fore I die!”
* Emmy rushed to Jessie’s side, and held her in her arms. The two lovers embraced and Emmy kissed her on her dying lips. Emmy inhaled deeply from Jessie’s last breath.
* “I’m yours forever,” Jessie said hoarsely. Her head fell back. Her dead eyes staring up, at nothing. A trickle of blood emerged from one corner of her mouth.
* Killy daubed at the tears in her eyes. “Oh, it’s so romantic.”
* “Don’t you know it,” Rigor agreed.
“Well, folks, this has been another exciting chapter in: ‘Who want to be a Dead Woman?’ You may now log-on and vote for your favorite snuffee. And don’t forget, we are always searching for interesting and willing contestants.”
End of Episode 2.