The Adventures of Sparky
Part III -- Sparky's Work Out
[Warning – this story is an extremely violent work of fiction. Lots of unsuspecting, scantily-clad, gorgeous young women are shot to death at close range by sub-machine gun fire. Bullets strike EVERY part of the female anatomy (well, the front side, anyway), repeatedly, with realistic and gruesome effects. He, he, he. If you are some kind of wimp who can't distinguish fantasy from reality, then stop now. On the other hand, if -- like the author -- you appreciate a little harmless fantasy, and this sort of story appeals to you, then keep reading! Especially if you like it when topless young women get shot in their breasts. And if you like what you read, you are encouraged to post your comments or send them to the author, gotmwwg@aol.com.]
[Sparky, Part 3 -- Segment 1 of 4.]
Becoming a member of the Female Fitness Center was easy; easy, that is, if you were less than 30 years old, physically fit, attractive and, of course, female. No flab here; this was a place for upscale women who were already in prime physical condition and wanted to stay that way. In violation of a host of state and federal laws, all sorts of artificial barriers were placed in the way of anyone else who might want to join.
Membership was soon to take a turn for the worse.
* * *
Sparky just loved the internet; with nothing more than a credit card, you could buy literally anything you wanted. So, he bought a few accessories for his trust Uzi, a silencer and a laser sight. And a lot of bullets. The laser would make it even easier to shoot women in their breasts -- Sparky's favorite target; the silencer would help to ensure that no woman heard Sparky at work and attempted to escape.
* * *
Sparky approached the Female Fitness Center, Uzi in a large paper bag at his side, laser sight and silencer attached and ready, a backpack full of ammunition hanging from his shoulder. He had checked the place out carefully; an old industrial building which had been converted to a health club. The thick, well-insulated walls would restrict the sound of gunfire. Best of all, the local cheerleaders were known to practice here on rainy days, while their school gym was being renovated. It was raining today.
Sparky took a deep breath and walked through the double glass front door.
As Sparky walked through the door, Jennifer, the pretty blonde receptionist, looked at him with a mixture of confusion and disgust.
"Uhhh . . . can I help you?"
Silently, Sparky walked slowly towards the front desk.
Concerned by Sparky's intentions, Jennifer stood up and walked around the front of the desk. The petite blonde was wearing a white blouse, with long sleeves and a row of buttons down the front, a tan-colored pleated skirt, which reached to her mid-thigh, and matching heels. Sparky looked her over. She was short, barely 5 feet tall, with small, perky breasts that made only a small impression through her loose-fitting blouse. The feisty young woman could not have weighed more than 90 pounds. Indeed, she was so small that Sparky briefly thought of pushing her onto the desk, pulling off her panties, and raping her right there on the desk.
Growing alarmed now, and aware that Sparky was undressing her with his eyes, Jennifer sharpened her tone.
"Hey, in case you can't read the sign, this club is for women only. I think you'd better leave right now."
Amused by the diminutive young woman's attempted show of force, Sparky stopped and cracked a slight smile. If only she knew what was about to happen.
"Do I have to call the cops?"
"Too late," quipped Sparky.
Jennifer gasped, and her eyes grew wide, as Sparky pulled his trusty Uzi from the paper bag, and leveled the barrel of the weapon at her chest. Sparky placed the laser targeting sight directly atop Jennifer's tiny right breast and pulled the trigger, tracking from left to right across the petite blonde's slender body.
Phut-phut-phut-phut.
"Uuunnnhhhhh . . . ."
Jennifer's body shook, and her arms flailed outward, as a line of bloody holes suddenly erupted across her chest, a bullet striking the center of her small right breast, probably through the nipple, a second struck the center of the wide cleavage area directly between her breasts, and a third impacted her left breast, just inward of the nipple, the bullets doing massive damage to the young woman's heart and lungs before bursting out her back, sending a bloody mist backward onto the desk.
Killed instantly by the bullets penetrating her chest, Jennifer's dead body was lifted off the ground and thrown backward onto the desk from the force of the bullets, her limp arms flying backward over her head. She came to rest spread-eagled on the desk, with her back on the desk, her head and arms hanging limply off the back end of the desk, and her legs, spread wide, drooping off the front of the desk. Her pleated skirt rode high on her thighs, and her white cotton panties were now in full view between her legs.
Elated by his first kill of the day, and his hormones raging now, Sparky decided to have some more fun with Jennifer before moving on. Now just three feet in front of the desk, Sparky aimed at the white triangle formed by Jennifer's panties and fired.
Phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut.
Jennifer's hips rolled from side to side, and her legs shook like dead fish, as two bullets struck her pubic mound, kicking up little geysers of fabric, hair and blood, before speeding through the young woman's uterus and into her pelvis; and a third struck her in the vulva, which mangled her delicate feminine organs before penetrating the depths of her well-used pussy. Aiming slightly higher now, Sparky loosed another quick burst at Jennifer's pelvis, and a line of four dark holes erupted across her lower abdomen, between her hips and just below the waist band of her panties, mangling both of her ovaries and the upper portion of her uterus. Reacting to the latest violence, Jennifer's hips again rolled from side to side before coming to rest. Beneath Jennifer's battered body, a pool of blood spread across the surface of the desk, and rivulets dripped down the side to form smaller pools of blood on the tile floor.
Satisfied, Sparky began walking towards the office.
* * *
"What was that?" Laura looked up from her desk, in the small administrative office which adjoined the lobby area to the health club, making eye contact with her co-workers, Patty and Jenn.
Jenn shrugged.
"Probably that construction site across the street," offered Patty.
"Well, someone go tell those assholes to knock it off," demanded Laura. "We're trying to get some serious work done here."
The three women giggled.
"Oh, all right." Patty rose from her desk and walked towards the office door, pausing to brush a few wrinkles out of her tight white t-shirt and acid-washed jeans.
Jenn winked. "Be sure to say ‘Hi' to all those cute construction workers...."
The women giggled again, as Patty opened the door to the lobby.
* * *
To his front right, about 15 feet away, the office door opened and Patty emerged from the doorway, wearing a tight white t-shirt, through which her white bra was plainly visible (always a turn on for Sparky), acid-washed jeans, and broad smile.
Sparky pivoted and fired.
"Ooohhhhhoooo," wailed Patty, as two bullets thudded into the center of her left breast, penetrating t-shirt, bra, jiggling flesh, ribs and lung, before coming to rest in the muscles of her back. With dark red blood pumping from the holes, Patty instinctively gripped her left breast tightly with both hands. Blood oozed through her fingers, and the young blonde staggered backward into the office for several steps, before falling backwards into the room.
Sparky followed, drawn onward by the horrified shrieks of two more women from inside the office.
"Ohh my god!!!" screamed Jenn.
"Call for help!" cried Laura, showing somewhat greater presence of mind.
Stepping through the office door, Sparky saw Jenn and Laura, both standing. Jenn, a brunette of medium height, was dressed in a floral-pattern black dress, and was looking straight at Sparky, seemingly frozen by fear. Meanwhile, Laura, a blonde of similar stature, dressed in a pale blue, low cut dress with spaghetti straps, was madly fumbling for something in her desk drawer. Patty lay still, on her back, her arms and legs stretched at crazy angles, blood still slowly oozing from the holes in her left breast.
"No! No!" cried Jenn.
Walking forward, Sparky pointed the Uzi at Jenn and fired at a range of ten feet.
"AAHHhhaaa!" Jenn screamed as a bullet smacked into her ribs, just below her right breast, which shredded her liver and kidney. A second round pierced her left upper chest, just where the bra strap and cup of her bra came together, penetrating her lung. A third grazed the flesh of her left upper arm. Jenn clutched at her ribs with her right hand, and her left arm went flailing, as she pitched backwards and spun around to her left. She landed hard on her left side, and lay there softly whimpering.
Turning his attention back to Laura, the blond in the light blue spaghetti-strap dress, he noticed something unusual. "Holy shit," thought Sparky, "she's got a gun!" Sparky was right -- there was Laura, holding a small automatic pistol, probably a .22, in both hands, and pointing it directly at Sparky. Shaking like a leaf, Laura fired. Too late, Sparky had ducked and rolled to his left. Laura fired again; another miss. Sparky noticed that the strap of Laura's low-cut dress had fallen off her left shoulder, and that the short dress barely reached to mid-thigh. Her erect nipples were plainly visible through the skimpy fabric. Unbelievable; the scantily-clad babe was actually shooting at him. This was not fair.
"You're gonna pay for this, bitch." Sparky rose up on his right knee, quickly aimed at Laura's center torso, and fired a long burst at the young woman.
Phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut.
"AHHHAAAAHH . . . UUUHHuuuhhh . . ."
The first bullet struck Laura in the center of her abdomen, two inches above her naval. The slug tumbled madly through her body, shredding her intestines and spleen before punching out her back. An instant later, a second bullet penetrated Laura's left breast, just below the nipple, easily punching through jiggling flesh of her medium-sized breast, underlying ribs and lung, before coming to rest in her shoulder blade; and a third bullet lodged in her left shoulder socket, a few inches above her left breast. As the bullets tore into her body, Laura began to stagger backwards, and her shoulders rose reflexively, jerking left and right. The spaghetti strap suddenly slipped off Laura's right shoulder; now both straps hung loosely at her side, and the fabric of the dress was barely held in place by her 36-C breasts. Laura's arm dropped limply to her side, and the gun fell to the ground.
Phut-phut-phut-phut.
". . . ooohhooo . . . uuhhhnnnn . . . . uuunngghh . . ."
A bullet struck Laura's right breast, in the exposed flesh an inch above her nipple; and another hit her in the right breast, this time just inward of the nipple. Both bullets were defected by Laura's ribs, and danced crazily within her right lung. Its grip loosened by these latest impacts, the fabric of the dress dropped away from Laura's right breast, revealing the bare breast, nipple, and bloody holes through the flesh -- as if the skimpy dress she was wearing wasn't provocative enough, the woman wasn't even wearing a bra.
As more and more bullets thudded into her, Laura's body was now being thrown around like a rag doll. Her torso jerked this way and that, staggering backwards until her back hit the wall four feet behind her desk, her arms flailing to her sides and pressed against the wall.
". . . oooohhhhhooooo......mmmmmmhhhhmmmm. . . "
A round hit below Laura's right breast, smashing through her ribs and liver. Another entered her left breast just inward of the nipple, slicing through the areola. The bloody fabric over her left breast suddenly dropped free, exposing the breast and the remainder of her chest. Both of Laura's naked breasts were now fully exposed, and oozed blood which dripped down the front of the young woman's torso. The very next bullet struck Laura directly between the breasts, at the line of her nipples, through her exposed sternum, and into her heart, and more warm blood spurted from the hole in the center of her chest. Although she was still on her feet, her eyes were closed and, from the number and placement of the bullets that had hit her, especially those to her breasts and heart, it was obvious that she was dead.
Sparky kept firing until the clip was empty.
Laura's limp body danced against the wall, jerking right-left-right, bullets glacing off the block wall all around her, as three fresh holes ripped across the young woman's abdomen, in a line from right to left; the first an inch below and two inches outward of her naval, the second directly through the naval itself, and the third in a direct line from the others, an inch above and two inches outward of the naval. Blood oozed from the fresh holes, staining the pale blue dress. Now devoid of support from her breasts, the bloody dress rapidly slid down of Laura's body, revealing more and more of the woman's bullet-pocked torso, as she continued her grisly dance of death against the wall, bloody smears now obvious on the wall behind her.
Four more bullets ripped back across her lower abdomen, in a ragged line from her left hip to her right hip. These hit just at the upper elastic of her panties, in a ragged line which destroyed her ovaries and mangled her uterus before the spent rounds lodged in her pelvis. By this time, the tattered, crumpled fabric of the blue dress had slid all the way down to Laura's hips, leaving her bullet-pocked body bare to the waist.
The clip now empty, Sparky ceased fire.
Her macabre dance of death now over, Laura's body slowly slid down the wall, leaving a bloody smear on the wall from the mass of exit wounds in her back. She landed on her ass, almost seated, chin on her chest, arms limp at her side, her legs bent and pointed outward. Bullet-pocked through they were, her proud breasts still protruded defiantly from Laura's chest, almost inviting further abuse.
Smiling now, Sparky snapped a fresh clip into the Uzi.
Momentarily setting down the Uzi, Sparky grabbed both of Laura's ankles, and pulled her away from the wall. Laura's back and head hit the ground with a double thump, and her limp arms stretched out high over her head, angled slightly to either side, as her body was pulled free from its resting place. Continuing what gravity had started, Sparky without difficulty pulled the tattered, blood-spattered pale blue dress over Laura's hips, revealing first the row of four ugly bullet holes across her pelvis, her bikini-cut white cotton panties, through which the brown patch of pubic hair was plainly visible, and finally the vulva area where her white panties were noticeably riding up the split of her vaginal lips. Sparky continued pulling the dress down her thighs, and finally over the heeled black sandals which still adorned her feet. Standing now, Sparky crumpled up the woman's flimsy dress and casually tossed it to the side. He then picked up the Uzi, stepped back, and kicked Laura's legs slightly apart, so that they lay flat and slightly askew of the line of her body.
Sparky now stood directly over Laura's prostrate body, straddling her waist, and pointed the Uzi down at her battered chest; the barrel of the gun was scarcely two feet from Laura's chest. Fifteen bullet holes already peppered the young woman's body. It was not enough. Sparky pointed the laser sight at Laura's right breast, and fired.
Phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut.
Working from his left to right, Sparky methodically pumped bullet after bullet into the dead young woman's chest, with special attention to her breasts. A bullet struck Laura's right breast outward of the nipple, grazing the areola; and another impacted the fleshy part of the breast, just below the areola. Laura's right breast shook and jiggled from the bullets, and bloody, milky fluids began to spurt rhythmically from her right nipple in time with each impact. Fascinated, Sparky continued squeezing the trigger, and three more bullets churned the flesh of Laura's right breast in a random pattern about the nipple, again causing increasing amounts of bloody-white, frothy fluids to spurt from her right nipple. Yellowish, fatty material began to ooze from each of the bullet wounds to her bloody, mangled breast. Laura's upper body and shoulders jerked madly from each new impact, and her arms flopped up and down, left and right, like marionettes gone mad. Two more bullets tore into the remains of Laura's right breast; the first in the fleshy lower part below the nipple, the second at the point where the lower curve of the breast met her sternum, each accompanied by a pulsing spurt of milky-red froth from her distended right nipple.
Phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut.
Everything was in slow motion now. Empty cartridge cases clattered loudly on the tile floor all around Laura's prostrate form. Now almost an extension of Sparky's body, the Uzi undulated back and forth in his arms, directing the jet of hot lead into Laura limp and helpless form. Laura's back involuntarily arched as a bullet penetrated the center of her sternum, directly over her heart; two more bullets impacted her cleavage near the first, in a rough triangle pattern, each bullet punching a neat hole through her sternum before speeding into her silent heart, punching out her back, and then deflecting off the flooring and back into her chest cavity, finally coming to rest against the inner wall of her rib cage.
Phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut.
Her back arching involuntarily upward from the awful force of the hammer blows striking her chest, Laura's mangled breasts protruded defiantly outward. A bullet struck her chest right at the point where the inner curve of her left breast met her ribs; another penetrated the left breast, grazing the areola inward of the nipple; still another punctured the jiggling left breast just above her left nipple, through the areola. Laura's shoulders continued to jerk left-right-left with each new impact, her arms shook violently, her hands smashed repeatedly against the floor, and her lower body quaked and vibrated with each new impact. Laura's left breast quivered as another bullet entered the left breast just below the nipple, coupled by a pulse of foamy, milky-white blood from the still-intact left nipple. Another round hit Laura's left breast just above and inward of her nipple, and two more churned the flesh of her left breast, striking to either side of the distended nipple, which was now pulsing and spurting blood, froth, and whitish, milky fluids in time with each new bullet impact, like some sort of grisly spigot. Three more rounds impacted the fleshy part of the left breast just below the nipple in a closely-spaced pattern, causing a final pulse of bloody froth and gore to spurt from Laura's left nipple, as the clip finally ran out and the Uzi fell silent.
After falling back against the hard floor, Laura's limp body lay still, in the center of spreading pool of blood. She had been shot something like thirty-five times, with most of the damage focused on her once-shapely breasts. Her chest was riddled almost beyond description. So many bullets had struck her breasts that many of the holes had seemingly merged together into larger wounds, and small globs of fatty material were dribbling from these larger holes, along with quantities of dark red blood. Although her areolas were shot through by several bullets, both of her nipples were miraculously still intact, and they continued to ooze small quantities of the same mixture of bloody, milk-like froth that had spurted so freely just seconds before. Several neat, round holes were plainly visible in through her sternum, and each of these oozed small quantities of dark blood and clear liquids. As Sparky watched, these various fluids and tissues began to run together, like some kind of morbid cocktail, before dripping down Laura's side and into the pool of blood beneath. Her abdomen and pelvis had also suffered considerable abuse; blood and other materials dribbled from the holes in her guts, before dribbling down her sides, and gore bubbled from the wounds to her uterus, quickly saturating her white cotton panties with dark red blood.
Sparky reloaded; it was time to move on.
Pausing for just a moment, Sparky looked around the room. Ten feet behind him lay Patti; her left breast a mass of blood. Jenn lay five feet to Sparky's right, on her left side with her back to him. Neither woman moved. He was pretty sure that they were both dead; if not now, they soon would be.