Posted by Jason on June 24, 1999 at 23:02:37:
[Sparky, Part 3 -- Segment 2 of 4.]
Adjacent to the office was a glass-walled control room, which was used for mechanical functions and for surveillance. The factory owners had been both technically able and paranoid; the new owners decided to keep most of the equipment when the building was renovated for conversion to a health club.
Sparky walked into the control room. It was awesome; a dozen TV screens captured images from a dozen cameras, sending them all to this room. Sparky checked out all of the screens, each carefully labeled. There was the locker room; two or three women were visible changing clothes and putting on make-up. The lobby -- there was Jennifer, sprawled and bleeding on the reception desk. The pool, the track, the weight room, the aerobics room -- each had its own camera, and Sparky spent a moment checking out each of them, noting where the women were and what they were wearing. Cool; it looked as though several of the women in the pool area were topless! He'd have some extra fun at the pool. And then he saw them -- the cheerleaders. At least a half-dozen of them, and perhaps more, in the room labeled "Aerobics Room #2." He, he. He'd save them for last.
Best of all was the control panel. It had switches and indicators for everything --lights, alarm systems, HVAC, and the switch that read "Outer Door Shutters -- Enable." All Sparky had to do was to throw this switch, and all of the women would be trapped. He could then kill every woman in the building at his leisure. Sparky threw the switch, and was gratified to hear a low rumbling as automatic dead bolts sealed each entrance, and steel shutters rolled down to further seal the building. The shutters had been design to protect the building and its occupants from natural disasters and/or civil disorder; now they would ensure that no one escaped alive.
His plan now crystal clear in his mind, Sparky picked up the Uzi and headed towards the locker room.
* * *
"HELLOOOOOO!"
The shout came from the rear part of the lobby, near the staircase leading up to the exercise machines on the third floor.
Sparky moved toward the voice.
"Like, where is everybody??"
Rounding the corner of the open stairwell, Sparky saw her. The woman, Muffy, was a social sciences graduate with an upturned nose and a snippy attitude. The slender brunette was of medium height, with long straight hair which flowed down over her shoulders. She wore a pale yellow blouse, dark blue denim skirt and matching heels, holding a designer gym bag that was draped over her shoulder.
Now just ten feet away, she saw Sparky. Startled, Muffy gasped and took a furtive half-step backwards, arms bent at the elbow and fingers flared in a very feminine gesture of surprise.
Phut-phut-phut-phut.
"Oooooohhhaaaaaaa . . ."
Muffy's body shook violently, her arms flailing to either side, as four bullets tore across her abdomen at the narrowest part of her waist, mangling her intestines before punching out her back. She immediately toppled over backwards, as thick red blood oozed from the holes and spread in concentric circles against the yellow blouse. Limbs now splayed wildly about her tense body, Muffy moaned a few incoherent phrases, and tried in vain to pull her arms to her ruined guts. A few seconds later, her body suddenly relaxed, and then she lay quite still.
Stepping over Muffy's body, Sparky spotted the door to the locker room. Pausing at the door just for a moment, Sparky considered his next move. "Cool -- a little mass carnage," he thought. Sparky then kicked in the door to the locker room.
Sparky found himself in a brightly-lit room, measuring perhaps 15 feet deep. A wall was to his right, and the room extended perhaps 25 feet to his left. The walls were lined with lockers, and two parallel benches fronted the lockers on either side of the room. Best of all, four scantily clad women were in the room -- all of them topless! Sparky allowed himself a smile; he just loved to shoot women in their breasts.
Within a few seconds, the room grew silent as two young women, Heather and Christine, both of whom were seated on the bench to the left side of the room, and who wore nothing but panties, and sported extreme tan lies which highlighted their small, whitish breasts, halted their inane conversation and stared dumbly at Sparky. Lisa, a large-breasted blonde standing in the center of the room, clad in denim shorts but bare from the waist up, gasped and instinctively drew her hands to cover her exposed breasts.
"Oh my god . . ." softly whispered Julia, another blonde, also topless but wearing a short pleated skirt, solid blue in color, who suddenly stopped fidgeting with the bra and sweater lying on the bench next to her.
Placing the red dot of the laser sight directly between Christine's small breasts, Sparky pulled the trigger.
Phut-phut-phut.
Instantly, a bullet thudded into the center of Christine's sternum, directly between her small breasts. The young brunette's arms flailed to either side, and she fell backward off the bench as, her head and back crashing into the metal lockers just behind.
An instant later, a bullet impacted each of Heather's 34-B breasts, just above the nipple, each bullet leaving an ugly dark which began to spurt blood.
"OHHHH GOD!"
The young woman shrieked as warm blood began pumping from the holes in her breasts; blood also began to fill her lungs. Her chest thrusting outward, Heather clutched a breast in each hand and fell backward onto the bench; she was now laying on her back on the bench, with her legs straddling either side of the bench.
Sparky took quick aim at Heather's writhing body, and fired again.
Phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut.
"Uuuuhhhh . . . ohhhhhhh . . . . mmmmmmm."
A nearly-straight line of five bullets tore into Heather's prone body as she lay on the bench; the first tearing into her pelvis, on the right side just above the panty line, mangling her ovary and intestines; a second, and then a third, into her intestines near the naval; a fourth penetrated her left lower chest just below the flattened breast, smashing her ribs and further damaging her lung; and a final round smashed into her left shoulder. Heather's body shook, and her breasts jiggled, with each new impact; a second later, her arms fell free and hung limply at her sides, outstretched, her knuckles just of the ground.
Sparky turned to his right and fired again, targeting Lisa, the large-breasted blonde who stood frozen in the center of the room. Her nearly-white breasts contrasted against her richly-tanned body.
Lisa's eyes rolled backward as a bullet smashed into her pelvis, striking her squarely in the vulva. The bullet punched through the soft tissue, doing indescribable damage to her delicate feminine organs, before striking her pubic bone and fragmenting in all directions, doing horrible damage to her uterus, cervix and vagina. An instant later, a second bullet, and then a third, struck immediately above the first, tearing through the denim fabric and underlying panties, before tearing ragged holes in the hairy mass of her pubic mound, shattering her pubic bone, and further mangling her cervix and uterus, before lodging in her pelvis.
"OOOooohhhhh Mmmyyy Clit. . . "
Lisa's arms immediately dropped from her breasts, and she grabbed at her vulva with both hands. The young woman's large breasts flopped as she staggered backwards a few steps and fell on her back with a crash. She now lay writhing on the ground, still tightly gripping her shattered feminine organs with both hands.
Julia, the blonde to the far side of the room, stood up from the bench, her eyes wild with fear. The royal blue, short pleated skirt hung lazily from the woman's hips. Her bra and angora sweater still lay on the bench; and she was bare from the waist up. Her inviting breasts hung lazily from her chest.
"NNOOOO!!!!" she cried.
Looking at the woman's short, pleated skirt, Sparky wondered to himself: Could she be a cheerleader? Sparky sure hoped so -- and fired.
Phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut.
"OOOOhhhhhhhhhhoooooooo. . . ."
All Julia could manage was a long, agonized wail, as no less than six bullets tore open her 36-C breasts in a tight line from her right to left, just above the line of her eraser-tip pink nipples and half-dollar sized areolas; two bullets impacted the right breast, just above and to either side of the nipple, easily slicing through the breast tissue, ribs and lung before exiting her back; two more struck her cleavage area, each punching a neat hole in her sternum before entering her rapidly-beating heart; the final two rounds similarly struck the woman's left breast, just above and to either side of the nipple, mangling the left breast and lung the same as the right. Julia was instantly thrown back against the metal lockers on the back wall, banged against the metal frame and collapsed to the floor, leaving a bloody smear on the lockers in her wake.
At that instant, another woman -- naked -- suddenly appeared in a doorway at the far end of the room, perhaps twenty feet away. Wondering what all the commotion was, Amber had just turned off the shower and cautiously walked back into the locker room. It wasn't the smartest thing the young strawberry blonde had ever done.
Phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut.
A bullet impacted Amber's bare right breast just below the nipple; another struck her left lower chest just below the breast. Amber grunted, and gripped tightly at either side of the door frame. A round struck her high in the sternum, and inch or two below her larynx; another then struck the young woman directly between her small breasts. Two more penetrated her abdomen, just below the sternum. Already dead, Amber's frail body staggered under these blows, and a second later she simply crumpled to the tile floor of the shower. Blood from her body mixed with the water on the tile shower floor, and slowly drained away.
"ohhhooo . . . pleeaasse . . . not my clit."
Meanwhile, Lisa still lay writhing and moaning on the floor, still gripping her vaginal area. Sparky took a few steps toward the suffering woman, and carefully aimed at her undamaged, naked breasts.
Phut-phut-phut.
"UUUnnnnngggghhhhh"
Lisa cried in pain and arched her back as more violence was done to her body; bullets struck her right nipple, center sternum and left nipple in succession, kicking up tiny gouts of flesh, and blood began oozing from the new wounds. Lisa's back arched and body stiffened for an instant, and then went limp, her arms falling to her sides.
Sparky looked around the locker room, at the bodies of the five dead women that lay sprawled on the ground, blood oozing from dozens of bullet wounds in their nubile bodies. Heart pounding, Sparky lusted for more. More, more. He must kill more women.
Sparky reloaded, and headed for the pool.
* * *
The pool area resembled a beach party more than an aquatic training center; it seemed that hardly any swimming was going on! Kerri and Tina stood chatting in the shallow end, each waist-deep in water. A third young woman, Ashley, had just finished a few casual laps and was just stepping out of the pool. On deck, three more young women – Pamela, Michelle and Keisha – lay on special deck chairs, each relaxing under bright ultraviolet tanning lights. Unbelievably, all six of these women were topless, and wore only modest bikini bottoms. Obviously these women were unacquainted with the concept of a "work out." Sparky would give them an education.
Climbing out of the pool, Ashley had just reached the last step out of the pool. The shapely brunette was dressed in nothing but a white bikini bottom, and water beaded against her bronzed skin. Her areolas were shrunken and her nipples were fully erect from the effect of the cool water. Seeing Sparky, Ashley abruptly stopped, let out a slight gasp, and then nervously smiled. At the same instant, Kerri and Tina, both standing nearby in the shallow end, turned and looked up at Sparky, each woman reflexively cupping a bare breast in each hand, hands positioned so as to barely conceal the lower fold of the breast and the nipple. None of the women were sure what his presence meant.
It meant death. Sparky fired.
A bullet smacked into Ashley's right side, just below her 36-C breast, mangling her liver. An instant later, a second round struck her chest at the point where her sternum, ribs, and the gentle fold of her left breast intersected, shredding both her heart and left lung. Blood spurted from both wounds.
"Uuuuuuooohhhh. . . ."
Ashley's arms flew wildly to her sides, and she fell backward into the pool, hitting the water with a loud splash that momentarily obscured her now-dead body from view.
Sparky kept firing.
Phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut.
Still gently cupping a breast in each hand, Tina shrieked as a bullet smacked into her right breast just above the nipple. Two more bullets completed the destruction of her chest; the second striking her sternum, through the center of her heart, and the third the left breast just above the nipple. As she reacted to the impacts and spun back into the water, Tina's vibrant red hair twirled around her head, and her hands moved from her nipples to grip the fresh bullet wounds just above each nipple. Tina fell backward and floated in the water, arms outstretched from her sides, exposing her emerald green bikini briefs and the three bloody wounds across her chest, which starkly contrasted against her pale white skin.
By this time, Kerri's hands had gone from her breasts to her cheeks; she gasped at the horror she was witnessing and stood frozen in time. A bullet hit Kerri squarely in the right nipple, easily penetrating the fleshy 38-D breast, ribs and lung. A second bullet struck her left breast, through the areola just inward of the nipple, likewise pausing only slightly as it penetrated the thick fold of breast tissue before snapping a rib and mangling the young woman's left lung. Blood began to pump from each of Kerri's large, jiggling breasts. She was almost lifted out of the water by the force of the impacts, and her arms flew high over her head, coming back down with a loud splash and a froth of blood. There, she lay bobbing with the waves, eyes closed in death, hot pink bikini bottoms visible and inviting.
"Ohhh my God!" Keisha screamed in horror and sat up in her chair. Pamela and Michelle also looked on, still unable to grasp the fact that they were about to die.
Sparky pivoted and walked towards the young women, firing as he went.
Phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut.
"AHHHAAAAAA . . ." Keisha screamed in agony as a ragged line of four holes ripped across her abdomen, mid-way between her naval and the lower curve of her breasts, each of which quickly began oozing thick, dark blood. Gripping the ugly wounds with both hands, the young blonde fell back into her chair.
Meanwhile, Pamela seemed to be more concerned with her modesty than her life, and spent several vital seconds fumbling with her bright orange bikini top. Just as she had drawn the flimsy garment to her 34-B breasts and began to fumble with the ties around her back, a bullet struck her directly between the breasts. The blonde grimaced as the bullet drilled a neat hole through the center of her sternum, which instantly began spitting blood, and she fell backward off the chair. There she lay still, on the hard deck, arms spread wide over her head and her legs still partially hanging off the chair. The bikini top had slipped back off her breasts, and blood began to pool in the shallow depression formed by her cleavage.
Michelle had just managed to stand when she was hit in the left upper chest, the bullet entering her lung just at the upper portion of her left breast. The blonde gripped the wound with her right hand, and staggered backwards a few steps, just to the edge of the pool.
"Shit!"
Sparky quickly changed clips.
"Oooohhhhhooo . . . please . . . I'll do anything you ask." Michelle coughed and dropped to her knees; her lung was slowly filling with blood. More blood bubbled from the wound and dripped down the front of her 36-C left breast. Unable to grip the wound any longer, both of her arms hung limply at her sides.
Sparky pulled back the bolt of the Uzi.
Michelle looked at Sparky, her eyes pleading.
"What do you expect me to do?" she tearfully asked.
"I expect you to DIE." (Sparky had seen Goldfinger too many times.)
Phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut.
"AHHHHAaaaaahhhhhh."
Michelle screamed as bullets peppered her torso in an almost-random pattern, the first striking her intestines just to the right of the naval; a second bullet hit her pelvis low on the left side, mangling her uterus and ovary; the next hit her in the center of her white bikini bottoms, penetrating her pubic mound before shredding her cervix and vagina; another bullet struck her abdomen near the naval and did further indescribable damage to the young woman's intestines. Michelle's battered torso shook with each new impact, her shoulders jerked left and right, and her breasts quivered and shook. A bullet struck her in the ribs just below her right breast; the next struck her directly between the breasts; still another hit her directly in the left nipple. Her body, slowly being forced backward from the steady impacts, suddenly toppled into the pool with a large splash. She sank to the bottom, and the water quickly turned red around where she had gone in. A few seconds later, her lifeless body bobbed to the surface, relatively free of blood, which had been washed away by the water, revealing nearly a dozen dark, ugly wounds to her once-proud feminine form.
To Sparky's right was a doorway to the spa area. Sparky quickly walked to the door and kicked it open.
Inside the door was a small room with a bubbling hot tub. Inside the tub were two attractive blondes, who were passionately kissing each other and rubbing each others' bodies in an overtly sexual manner. It looked as though Jackie, the large-breasted blonde was having fun with Teri, the small-breasted blonde. The women were totally oblivious to both the carnage in the pool area and their own impending doom.
Sparky walked toward them.
Suddenly startled, Jackie pulled her index finger out of Teri's slit, turned and half-rose out of the tub, exposing her large breasts and the upper edge of her purple bikini bottoms.
"What . . . uhhhh . . . unngghh . . . ohhhh . . ."
Her brain at the edge of orgasm, Teri was only dimly aware of the fact that a line of holes had erupted across her lover's large breasts and sternum, each of which began spurting blood. Teri was just as suddenly jolted back to reality when a jet of hot blood from Jackie's sternum sprayed across her face, momentarily blinding her, and then Jackie's limp form fell back on top of Teri, who was still seated in the tub.
Now panicked and unable to see what was happening, Teri pushed away Jackie's limp body and stood up, exposing the entirety of her tall, slender frame, gravity-defying 34-B's, and her bare vagina. The young blonde stood in the tub, the water at the level of her mid-thigh, screaming and stretching out her arms, trying to ward off the attack which she realized was coming.
Phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut.
A line of four bullets ripped across Teri's pelvis, from her right hip to her left hip, tearing open her uterus and shredding her ovaries before the bullets came to rest in her pelvis. Teri grunted and grabbed at her bleeding pelvis with both hands, and immediately collapsed back into the tub. She was now seated much as before, and her upper body was still exposed to a point a few inches below the her breasts.
Sparky fired again, targeting Teri's perfectly-shaped 34-B breasts.
Phut-phut-phut-phut-phut-phut.
Teri's right shoulder was thrown backward, and her right breast shook as three bullets struck the young woman in the breast, in a perfect triangular pattern about the nipple -- top, right, left -- each round clipping the edge of the woman's pinkish areola before speeding through the breast tissue and into her lung. Two bullets thudded into the wide cleavage area between the breasts. Her left breast, now thrust defiantly outward by the force of the previous impacts, jiggled with renewed fury as three more rounds made quick work of the fleshy mound, kicking up bits of flesh and blood in a random pattern about the left nipple, and causing her left shoulder to be thrown backward as well. Teri's body slumped deeper into the hot tub, and water began lapping at her breasts, which now almost appeared to float as the foamy hat tub water lapped against them. Sparky noticed that blood and milk-like fluids appeared to be oozing not only from the many wounds to Teri's breasts, but also from the undamaged nipples themselves.
Sparky had kept a rough count of the carnage; eighteen dead so far, give or take a few. It was time to head upstairs . . . after all, that's where the cheerleaders were.