Posted by Ric delCampo on September 14, 2004 at 08:37:55:
Who Wants to be a Dead Woman?
Episode 3.
The Triplets Arrow Episode.
* The show opens with the usual fanfare. Glaring lights, blaring music, a cheering audience and the two glib hosts bounding onto the stage to take seat on their tall stools.
* “We have a wonderful show for you tonight,” Rigor Killbin declared; “this is a very special episode of ‘Who Wants to be a Dead Woman?’”
* “I’m sooo excited,” Killy cooed, “I could cum in my panties—oops!” She held her hand to her mouth. “Oops! My panties are soaked.”
* “Tonight’s very special guest stars are the Thai triplets: Tia, Tamara, and Temura.”
* Three drop dead gorgeous Asian girls strolled onto the stage. The girls were very tall for Asians, they had long dancer legs; long, lean, lanky bodies. Waspish waist-lines and full firm breasts. Their bodies were finely toned and cut. Their smooth, soft skin a deep honey color; their dark, exotic eyes twinkled mischievously. Their long black silky hair hung to their waist. Their small mouths were framed by full, pouty lips. They walked with a vivacious bounce to their step. And they smiled and giggled amongst themselves.
* “Welcome to the show!” Rigor exclaimed. “Would you like to introduce yourselves to the audience?”
* “We’re not really triplets,’ the first girl said; “we just know you white devils can’t tell us slant-eyes apart.”
* “We’re Lesbian lovers!” the second girl chimed in.
* “But I wish we were sisters,” the third girl added; “then we’d be incestuous, lesbian sluts!”
* “I am Tia,” the first girl said. Tia wore an ultra short, white miniskirt and a low cut, double-breasted business jacket. She wore no blouse and one could see the fullness of her firm, full breasts straining against the delicate, lacy fabric of her sexy brassiere. Her belly button was visible just above the waist-line of her skirt. Both the bra and the jacket were a snow-white color. Tia wore white stiletto high heels.
* “I am Tamara,” the second girl said. Tamara wore ultra low hung, stone-washed, faded blue jeans; which displayed her flat belly and cute little belly-button; a white, lacy bustier, and high-heeled sandals. She too had natural, full, firm breasts.
* “I am Temura,” the third girl said. Temura was dressed in a provocative, school-girl’s uniform: a plaid miniskirt, white cotton panties, a white uniform blouse, knotted at her bare midriff to expose her equally firm, flat belly and belly-button; and a black tie. And knee-high leather boots. Temura wore no bra, like her sisters, she had no natural need. Her nipples were pubescent bulges against the taunt fabric of her blouse.
* “Let me ask the question you’re all dying to hear,” said Rigor, “Tia, Tamara, Temura, do you want to be dead women?”
* “Oh, yes,” Tia said in a low, throaty voice, while caressing her breasts and squirming in anticipation. “We’re hedonistic, masochists, and we’re just dying to please you.”
* “We want to be snuffed,” Tamara urged. She rubbed her flat belly with a deep hunger. “We’ve tasted of every guilty sin but one.”
* Temura turned to the audience. “We promise to die ever so sexily for you!”
* “Well, we’re just moments away from fulfilling your darkest desires,” Rigor said.
* “Earlier today,” Killy said, addressing the audience, “we asked our nasty trio how they would like to die. All three unanimously chose arrows.”
* The audience erupted in cheers. Arrows were a favorite method of dispatching sluts amongst this crowd.
* “We have engaged the talents of Killiam Tell, world renown archer to dispatch our guests tonight,” Rigor announced. A fellow in a cheesy Robin Hood get-up, and carrying a hunting bow and three arrows, strode onto the stage.
* “Welcome, Killiam,” Rigor said.
* “Thank you, Rigor,” Killiam replied, “It’s a pleasure to be here.”
* “I can’t wait for you to put your arrow deep inside of me,” Tia seductively said to Killiam. She was dragging her index finger between her nether lips—Tia wore no panties—until it was wet. She licked her wet finger, then deep French-kissed Killiam.
* Killiam licked his lips. “Where would you like your arrow, Miss Tia?”
* “Put it in my breast” Tia said, “In my left breast. In my hard, erect nipple. Pierce my black sinful heart.
* Killiam retreated to stage right and notched an arrow.
* “Goodbye, my sisters,” Tia said. “I shall soon see you in hell.” She embraced each of her sisters in turn, thrusting her tongue down their throats and rubbing her engorged breasts across theirs.
* She moved to stage left. “I am ready. Snuff me!”
* Killiam let fly.
* The razor-tipped hunting arrow flew true and pierced Tia’s erect nipple. Slicing through the tight fabric of her blaster and bra, it quartered her pink nipple and plunged into the soft flesh of her breast. Driving deeper still it traversed her wildly beating heart.
* Moaning deeply, Tia’s head fell back and she clutched at her wounded breast. She caressed herself and the aluminum shaft protruding from her dusky flesh.
* Hot red blood soaked into her blazer encircling the half-buried shaft.
* Tia’s lanky body shuddered with waves of pleasurable pain.
* Tia’s dark eyes rolled back and she sucked in air. Her tongue licked her upper lip. She moaned long and deeply.
* Her final breath slowly escaped her shivering body and she sank to her knees. One last tremor wracked her slender corpse and Tia collapsed onto the stage: A Dead Woman.
* “Bravo! Bravo!” Rigor led the audience in their cheering.
* Tamara strode up to Killiam and clutched his bulging package. “I want you to fuck me after you’ve killed me,” she insisted.
* “It will be my pleasure,” Killiam said. “Where would you like your arrow, Miss Tamara?”
* Tamara rubbed her flat belly in hunger. “I want it in my belly-button. Do you think you can put it right in the dead center of my belly-button?”
* “Most certainly I will,” Killiam promised. And he returned to his position stage left.
* Tamara took her place standing next to the sexy corpse of her sister Tia. “Be with you in a minute, sister,” Tamara whispered excitedly.
* “I’m ready to die. Snuff me!”
* Killiam let fly.
* The razor-tipped arrow struck the lovely Tamara right in the dead center of her belly-button: A perfect bull’s eye! The razor’s sliced through her the soft flesh of her creamy skin and sliced through her bowels, stopping only when it buried it razor-sharp head in her spinal column.
* Tamara clutched at the quivering shaft violating her slender body. “Ya got me—Right in the guts!”
* She turned to the audience with a pained, but sly smile. “I always wanted to say that,” she smiled in a weak voice.
* Tamara groaned and grimaced while she caressed her wounded belly. A thin rivulet of blood trickled down and pooled in her pants around her pussy, before continuing tracing its trek down her long leg.
* Tamara licked her lips while she savored her painful death. Both love juice and blood oozed from between her nether lips as she orgasmed. Her lithe body quivered as Tamara slowly closed her exotic eyes for the last time and sank down to rest her head on Tia’s dead belly.
* A final spasm wracked Tamara as her death rattle exited her dying lungs with a rush of expended air. Then Tamara was deathly still: A Dead Woman.
* With Killy leading them, the audience cheered.
* “My turn!” Temura declared. “It’s my turn to die.”
* “Where do you want your arrow, Miss Temura?” Killiam asked.
* Temura reached under her short skirt and pulled off her panties. She handed the cum-soaked, white cotton panties to Killiam, “As a trophy,” she said.
* “I want it in my pussy,” Temura said. “I’ve never been fucked by a man and I want to feel a long, hard shaft in my cunt before I die.”
* “Your wish is my command,” Killiam said and he took his place and notched an arrow.
* Temura crossed to stage right and sat down between the sexy corpses of her dead sisters. She spread her legs wide, and with two fingers, she spread her nether lips wide open to expose the moist pink of her pulsing pussy.
* “Fuck me to death!” Temura demanded. “Snuff me!”
* Killiam let fly his final arrow.
* Killiam’s arrow penetrated Temura’s pink pulsating pussy, probing deep into her tender flesh. The razor tips missed slicing open her engorged nub of her clit’ and more than half the hard shaft of the rushing arrow rubbed hard along her love button resulting in an explosive orgasm: the most intense Temura had ever experienced. She shouted out in ecstasy as love juices gushed from her cunt, followed by a burst of red hot blood.
* Temura clutched at the shaft protruding from her pussy and pulled it partially out, immediately plunging it back in, deeper and deeper. She cried out in agony and ecstasy. Her belly undulating with alternating waves of pain and pleasure.
* Finally she released the shaft and fell back onto her elbows.
* Her breaths came in loud, but ever shorter gasps.
* Temura’s slender body writhed in pain and orgasmic death throes.
* Her head sank to rest on Tamara’s pussy.
* Temura’s body slumped. Her head fell to one side, staring at the audience with dead, open eyes.
* Temura was a Dead Woman.
* The audience stood as one and gave a standing ovation.
* When the crowd had quieted, Killy took out a parchment.
* “This is Tia’s, Tamara’s, and Temura’s Last Will and Testament,” Killy said.
* She read: “We wish to thank you ever so much for snuffing us; it was the greatest pleasure of our lives. We will our bodies to the cast and crew of ‘Who Wants to be a Dead Woman.’ Our last request is that you strip us naked and bury us together so we may spend the eternity in our grave fucking each other.”
* As soon as she stopped reading, Killy shouted: “Dibs on Temura!”
* “Well,” Rigor said to Killiam, “as Tamara gave herself to you; I’ll take Tia.” And the host strode over to the body pile of cute corpses and unzipped.
* The End of Episode Three.