Posted by deathgirl on December 11, 2000 at 10:34:49:
hi....thought i would post a few of my stories that i have written in the past here for those who may have not seen them b4. Here's the first...hope u enjoy it....luvya....kelli
SUICIDE FOR HIRE
This story is inspired by true events. The author has embellished certain elements to make it seem more exciting. The first half is more or less true....the last half coulda been.
Kelli hadn't slept in 3 days. She had spent the last few nights perusing the sleazier parts of town trying to find someone to help her realize her fantasy. You see, Kelli believes she has a death wish....she hasn't the guts to kill herself, so she is searching for some patsy to do the dirty deed for her.
The first night that she got the urge, she wandered the streets from 1 am to 4 am, feeling excitement build everytime she approached a stranger. Every streetlight shadow harbored a potential murderer, but no one bothered her that night, and she returned home safe and sound.
The second nite found her at a shabby bar in a neigborhood known for its violent atmosphere. As Kelli, wearing a black, low cut mini-dress and black boots, entered the front door, she felt eyes upon her instantly. She planted herself on a very worn barstool and ordered a Bloody Mary from the barmaid, a very rough looking woman in her late 40's. Obvously mistaking Kelli for a prostitute, the woman asked her, "Doin any good tonite, honey?" "Not yet" replied Kelli, not bothering to set the woman straight.
Kelli looked down the bar and saw an assortment of guys, the kind you'd expect to see in this kind of place at 2 in the morning. One guy, not too bad looking...in his mid 30's....glanced over and smiled at her when he caught her looking. "You alone?" he called down the bar, still smiling. "Yes", Kelli answered.."are you?"
"Sure am.....you wanna chat for a bit?"
"ok....sure" she said, sliding down a couple stools to sit next to the guy.
"Whats your name?" he asked, his deep brown eyes taking in her cleavage
"Kelli
"
"What a pretty name......I'm Tim", he held his hand out. Kelli took his hand and gave him a weak handshake. "Glad to meet you, Tim".
"So......what are you doing around this place tonite? You don't look like the usual clientele." Tim asked.
"I'm just lookin for someone to maybe help me with a problem i have" said Kelli, her greenish blue eyes searching Tim's for some hint of insight.
"What's the problem....maybe i can help" Tim said earnesly, turning fully to face her.
"Ummm..this is gonna seem really weird, i know.......but.....say for some reason i asked you to kill me.....how would you do it?"
Tim didn't act startled or surprised by this. "Well..lets see....first i would have to know why you wanted me to kill you....then i would have to know what method you would prefer.."
"The reason's not important...lets just say its a good one" Kelli said. "And as for the method, i believe i would like to be stabbed."
Tim told her that he was concerned about her and that maybe she should seek some professional help. Kelli informed him that she had gone that route many times and was at the end of the line.
She had tried to kill herself once and failed, and could not muster the courage to try it again. She related to Tim some of the turmoil and past horrors that had stalked her life for the last several years. He listened intently, and seemed to genunely take interest. Finally, after about 45 minutes of listening, he reached out and took Kelli's hand in his and looked at her.
"I can help you with your problem, but I want you to think about it some more....once this is started, it can't be stopped.....do you understand?"
"Yes....so .....what are you saying...you'd do it?" Kelli felt a twinge of excitement deep in her stomach.
"You come back here Thursday night, and we'll see if you still feel the same way" Tim explained.
"Ok, but could you do me one favor?" she asked, reaching into her purse.
"What is it?" he looked puzzled.
She drew her hand out of her bag and held a large switchblade knife. "I just want you to show me how you would do it". Her heart started pounding as she handed him the knife. He flicked it open and brought it toward her.
"Well, i could do this..." he said as he gently touched the blade to her neck below her ear, then made a swiping motion, as if slitting her throat.
"Or this, you would probably like better..." he pressed the tip of the knife just under her left breast. "A little thrust up and in here would do it."
"Would it hurt a lot?" Kelli asked, trying to keep her emotions under control.
"Just for a little bit, then it would be over" Tim answered. "If your aorta was severed you would not last long".
Kelli thought her heart would gallop out of her chest, the thought of this actually happening overpowering her.
He returned the knife and told her he would see her on Thursday, providing she was still interested.
That night in her bedroom, she played the scene in her mind over and over. She pleasured herself many times over the course of the next few days, the anticipation growing more the closer the time came.
Finally, it was Thursday night. Kelli made her way thru the grimy streets to the bar where Tim sat waiting. She was wearing the sexiest thing she owned....a white almost see-thru dress, very short, held up by spaghetti straps. She entered the place at 2:23 a.m. and saw Tim sitting at the end of the bar, nursing a scotch and water. There were only a couple other people in there and they were watching something on tv. Tim ordered her a drink and she sat next to him.
"Well?" he asked, not looking at her in the eye.
"I'm still game" she said, playing with her glass.
"You sure look fine tonight, Kelli." he said, looking her up and down.
"Thanks.....so .....whats the plan?" she took a sip of her drink.
"I know a place....down the street......nobody will say a thing"
"OK....when?"
"I need a couple more drinks......need to lose all my inhibitions". he said, gulping down the last swallow in his glass and setting it down for a refill.
Kelli sat there, imagining what it would be like....movies playing in her mind....every movie she'd seen where a woman was stabbed to death. She always imagined herself as the victim in those films, and now it was going to really happen. Butterflies fluttered violently in her stomach as she sat there, the suspense growing.
At about 3:15, Tim paid the tab and started to get up. He was a little unsteady on his feet, but shortly regained his composure. "Come on.....its time" he instructed. Kelli followed him out the door and they walked down the street to a ramshackle hotel. The clerk was dozing when they entered, so Tim threw a ten dollar bill on the desk and they went on down the hall. He took a key out of his pocket and opened a door which led into a sparsely furnished room with dirty carpet and half made bed with dingy sheets.
"Lie on the bed", Tim ordered. "You have any money?"
"I have $500 and you can have my jewelry if you want."
"Let's see the knife."
She pulled the switchblade from her purse and laid it on the bed. He walked over and picked it up, opened it and sat on his knees, straddling Kelli as she lay across the bed. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her pulse beating visibly in her throat. He knelt and cut the straps from her dress in two easy motions. "This is gonna be over real quick, Kelli", he told her, pulling the front of her dress down, exposing her tits. He positioned the knife between her breasts and raised it as if aiming for the right spot. Kelli gasped as he started to bring the blade down, but at the last moment he changed course and plunged it into her navel, burying half the steel in her belly. Kelli grunted loudly as the blade invaded her gut, then fought to catch her breath. Tim gave the knife a half twist, then pushed it home, up to the handle. Kelli made a gagging noise and she coughed up a little blood, her back arching several inches off the bed.
It was at this time the realization hit her. She did not really want to die. It was the IDEA of dying that turned her on, not the real thing. All the stuff that had led up to this moment was titillating and sexually stimulating to her, but now that she tasted her own blood........
Tim yanked the knife out of Kelli's belly button.....it made a little slurping-like sound as it pulled free from her flesh. He looked into her terror filled eyes and smiled. "Sorry....not quite as fast as you'd hoped, huh?"
"Please.......stop......i...i've changed my mind." Kelli sobbed, grasping her wounded belly with both hands, feeling the blood squishing thru her fingers.
"Sorry, sweetie.....too late now....you asked for this, remember?" Tim raised the knife into the air and slammed it with all his force into the valley below Kelli's sternum. The blade went all the way thru her and pierced the mattress beneath her. Kelli's hands flailed and groped in thin air, trying to find something to grab onto......anything to change positions to ease this intense pain. Again Tim pulled up on the knife, a river of blood following the blade out of her. She dug her fingernails into the bed on either side, gathering sheet into her fists, gripping it like the fiery pain that was gripping her midsection.
Kelli looked up at Tim and saw that he had removed his dick from his pants and was stroking it with his left hand, while wielding the knife with his right. He started panting and groaning as he brought himself close to orgasm. He lost control and his strokes became furious, his cock exploding in spurts of creamy cum, spurting all over Kelli's breasts. In the same instant, he brought the knife down in an arch from above his head, the sharp steel splintering her breast plate and entering her chest cavity. He wrenched the knife from her chest and slammed it into her again and again, perforating her neck, chest and tits. Kelli felt the force, but the pain was now distant, the blows merely jolting her body as the blade assaulted her lungs, filling them with fluid.
She coughed and spewed up a mouthful of dark blood, her body trembling from the shock.
Tim held the bloody knife aloft and looked down at his victim, her white dress now drenched in her own crimson blood, as well as the sheets and carpet beside the bed. Her shallow breathing indicated she was close to the end. As she watched in what seemed like slow motion, the knife descended.......closer.....down....down.....it slipped between two ribs, scraping as it went and plunged down into the center of Kelli's heart. A gigantic gout of blood burst forth from the wound....her body shook violently for a moment.....her hands and feet quivered, then she relaxed as death blanketed her, blank eyes staring at the door. The last thing Kelli conciously saw before slipping away was the sign that read 'Checkout time 11:00 A.M.' Kelli would be checking out early today.