Murder Inc. Part 2 By Kimnikki        I had no sense of time having passed when I woke up.  I still felt very groggy, and my stomach felt a bit queasy.  I groaned and slowly opened my eyes.      "Easy does it Kim.  Here, have some water.  You’re a bit dehydrated and it'll help get the taste out of your mouth."  A hand floated into my vision with a tall glass of water.  Then as my vision began to clear I could see that it was the limo driver.  She was wearing what looked like some kind of uniform rather than the chauffeur's outfit.      It had black pants with a leather belt and a bright silver buckle with a strange symbol on it.  It had an unusual shirt; the buttons all ran up the left side of her belly and chest, like a double-breasted suit with only one side.  It had a high collar with a gap in the middle, like a priest, but instead of a collar there was a pendant, in silver with that same strange symbol as on the buckle.  A pair of soft black shoes completed the outfit. "You can call me Judy, Kim, or do you prefer Kimberly?"      "Thank you Judy," I mumbled as I sipped the water.  "And Kim will do just find."      "How are you feeling Kim?"  The question seemed ridiculous, as this woman was going to help kill me in a little while.      "Um, okay I guess.  The water helps a lot."  At least it took the taste out of my mouth.      "We are sorry about that.  Most people don’t take the full package deal like you did and they can chicken out whenever they want.  But experience has taught us that once its started our clients usually panic for a short time.  We almost got caught once when the woman who hired us started screaming her head off as we drove though the downtown.  All she had to do was say 'stop', but she panicked.  After that the Boss insisted that we use the chloroform.  She had told us to do that before, but Frank and Carl figured they could handle it.  Somehow she always knows. The Boss is never wrong."      Judy watched as I finished the glass of water.  "By they way, she said you wouldn't back out or freak out, but Carl and Frank got really spooked by that close call so they don't take chances anymore."      I sat up and looked around.  I was in a very plush hotel type room, lying on a soft bed.  There were no windows, but other than that it looked like the bedroom of some high quality hotel suite.  Then I realised that I was completely naked.      I looked for something to cover myself but other than the bed sheets I could see nothing.  I pulled the sheet up to tuck under my arms, covering my breasts.      "Don't bother to look for your clothes.  You won't be needing them after tonight."  Although she spoke gently, the reason I wouldn't need my clothes struck home.      "Umm ... h-h-h-how long before we begin?"  I couldn't help the trembling in my voice.  I had known that no matter how much I wanted this, I would be scared.  But I was more frightened than I had thought I would be.  "I still feel a little woozy, and I want to be wide awake."  And that was no more than the truth.      "Oh don't worry.  You'll be wide-awake when we start.  Its all part of the service you paid for.  We even have something that will help you a little later.  Besides, it's still a couple of hours away at least.  The Boss is making sure everything is set up just perfect for you."  Judy sat on the edge of the bed, and without any shame pulled the bed sheets off of me and began to look me over.      "Wow you're in great shape, especially for someone in their late 30's ... you should last a long time.  That makes it better for everyone, including you."  I could see her looking over the various marks and scars on my body from my years of BDSM and Torture play.  "Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, "you've been in the scene for quite some time haven't you?"  I felt a shudder of both fear and lust go though my body at the hungry look she gave me.      "Ummmm, yeah for as long as I can remember.  I used to pinch and pull myself all over when I masturbated as a little girl.  It was the only thing that made me cum.  The more it hurts, the harder I cum."  Even as I said it I felt another shudder of fear run up my spine.      "Well, this is the ultimate experience for someone like you then.  We really are the best, all modesty aside.  You'll never have felt anything like it, I promise."  Her voice was going thick, and she was breathing a little harder now.      "I... I...," I started to say.      "Go ahead honey," Judy said, "what is it?"  Her voice was filled with a strange sympathy.      "I'm ... scared.  I know its stupid Judy ... but I'm so scared."  My voice shook as I said this.      The smile she gave me was beautiful and predatory at the same time.  "Well of course you are Kimberly.  Were going to murder you tonight.  Brutally murder you.  Just as you paid for.   Don't fight it, you'll find the fear makes it all the better when the time comes.  You'll die shrieking like a banshee, and that’s a promise."  Her voice was husky now, and she was breathing hard.      I felt a shudder of fear go up my spine, in combination with the lust her excited state was giving me.  I could tell her words were purposely designed to increase my fear.  Despite her comforting voice, and sympathetic manor, she fully intended to make sure I died in horrible pain tonight.      She reached forward, looking into my eyes to see my reaction, and began to twist and pinch my nipples quite hard.      "OOOOOOOOoooooooooooo ... c-c-c-c-can I ask you a question?"  I was too scared to ask her to stop ... and it felt so good anyway.      "Oh course Kim sweetie, that’s why I'm here."  I was still stunned by her manner, she sounded so sweet, but as she finished her sentence she gave my left nipple a savage twist that made cry in pain, and made my pussy start to tingle.      "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh ... w-w-why are you calling me 'Kim' now instead of using something else?"  She was being very personal about this, and her Boss had said to be impersonal about it.      She gave my nipple another savage twist, and I could see how turned on she got by my moan of pain.  "Oh, that is just to help you keep the nerve to get here.  We get you to refer to yourself in the third person, then to think of yourself as 'Her' or 'It'.  It helps the clients to get up enough courage to come here.  After that we take over.  Then we make sure you realise that it's you who is going to die."  She grabbed both my tits, and squeezed hard, digging her finger nails into them.      "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNN," I grunted, "but what about you ... doesn't that get too personal for you?"  I was honestly curious, and it kept me from thinking about what was ahead.      "We want it to be personal.  I want to know you before we do you.  I'd hate just to snuff some person without knowing something about them.  That’s part all the info you had to send, so we can all get to know you a little bit."  Her voice as a husky whisper now, and I could tell from her breathing she was getting close to cumming.      "But isn't that hard on you ... all those deaths, knowing who you're killing?"  I was in quite a bit of pain now, and her words were making my heart race with fear.      "You'll understand when we start ... you'll see why its better to be VERY personal."  Suddenly she pulled back.  "No ... not yet.  The Boss would kill me if I marked you up too much before your time."  She took a deep breath, releasing my tits after one last hard squeeze and twist.      Oh God that hurt!  And despite my fear, her enjoyment of my pain and the rush drove the last of the drug grogginess out of my system.  I took several deep breaths, sucking up the pain, letting it fill me and make me wet, trying to fight off my growing fear.      Judy watched me for few moments.  "Oh wow ... you're gonna be the best yet.  The Boss was right.  Some day I gotta figure out how she just seems to know this stuff."  She gave my nipples one last tweak, the stinging pain making me shake.      "And that is just a sample Kim.  Just a taste of what's to come."  Her voice was still husky and the hunger in her eyes made me shudder.  She licked my blood off her nails, then licked the tiny trickles of blood off my tits.      She smiled a wicked frightening smile when she saw how scared I was.  "Good, that makes it better.  Your fear will make it so much better for you.  Okay, enough games for now Kim."      She grabbed my arm, and pulled me to my feet.  "A-a-a-are we starting n-n-n-now?"      "Not just yet, like I said there is a bit yet to do.  First you have to shower, then we'll start getting you ready."  She opened a door, and a huge bathtub and shower was in there.  "Go get clean Kimberly, but don't be too long.  You want to look your best, and we'll help with that.  There's also some other things, and we need a bit of time for that."      I hopped into the shower and started the spray.  Now that I was alone I started to cry again.  My need to be snuffed was fighting with my survival instincts, and it was taking all my will power to win over my instincts.      As I washed my imagination ran rampant, filling my mind with images of intense agony.  I imagined losing all control, and not really experiencing my death, just being lost in fear and pain.  I pictured myself begging them to stop, spending my last moments wasting something I could only have once.      I kept dredging up pictures of what my place of death would look like.  Some horrible dungeon setting?  Some thrown together room like in an abandoned warehouse?  Some horrible dark ugly place, where there would be no beauty to my death. The place of my death was one of the few things I had been unable to control.  It was here at their club, or not at all.  My tears spilled down my cheeks, to join with the water as I washed.      Worse, since I knew what was coming, I couldn't help but imagine the instruments of my death.  For years I had dreamed of them, but when faced with the reality of the situation I found that they terrified me.  Images of horrible, ugly, graphic tools and objects filled my mind.      And I had paid for the "full package deal".  I could not back out now ... no matter what.  I had been told that if I panicked bad enough and was unable to go through with it voluntarily, they would do it without my help.  Oh God!  I was going to waste this!  I would die, but not as I wanted, as a final ultimate act of sensuality, but as some nameless victim.  And that would waste not just my life ... but the legacy I planned to leave as well.      I leaned back against the shower wall and cried and cried.  By the time I got myself enough under control to finish washing and begin to dry off, Judy was impatiently waiting for me.      "Well it's about time ... and what was all that crying for?  Its much too late for tears now Kim."  She said this rather coldly; giving me a somewhat disappointed look.      I started to dry my hair, when she stopped me.  "No ... Cyndi will take care of that for you ... come on."  She tugged my arm slightly, and still naked led me out of the room.  We went down a short corridor, and then walked into a room where a young, plain looking woman was waiting at a makeup table.  She had on the same clothes as Judy, except she had a smock on over them.      "Well, there you are ... I was beginning to think of having Carl and Frank go find you.  Sit her down, and I'll get started."  Judy pushed me into the chair, then with another hungry look at my body headed back for the door.      "Got to go Cyndi ... make her beautiful ... remember, it's her final show so she has to be stunning.  I'll send Frank or Carl to watch her."      This last bit made me even more scared.  She knew I was thinking of backing out and was sending one the human mountains to make sure I didn't try to run.      "Well Kim, it is Kim isn't it, lets make you look ravishing shall we?"  And with that she went into a whirlwind of movement.  She did my hair first, complimenting me on its dark red colour and how silky it was.  "You sure take care of this," she said.  She did it up into an intricate nest of braids on my head.  "It's just a touch too long ... will get in the way of some of the stuff tonight ... and we don’t want that.  I love red hair, but the problem is that the blood doesn't show up very well against it, so up it goes."      This matter of fact way of stating that I would soon be bleeding was as chilling as Judy's statements about pain had been.  I knew that they were to kill me, but did they have to be so cruel?  Once my hair was done, I must admit it looked beautiful.  She had put tiny little white flowers into it to "bring out the colour of your blood if any splashes on your hair."  She kept up the same conversational style as any hairdresser, except she kept talking about blood, cuts, punctures and how they would look.      At some point while she was working on my hair, both Frank and Carl had walked in, dressed in the same uniform type clothes.  They looked very menacing in them.  I felt very nervous sitting there, my body exposed while their eyes roamed up and down it.  Like Judy I could see a hot hungry look in their eyes.  I felt more and more fear crawl up my spine as they chatted quietly to each other, just a fraction to low for me to make out.  One would point to a place on my body and then the other would smile, or lick his lips, or clench his fists.  Each time this happened I wanted to cry ... but I had managed to get my tears back under control.      Once she was satisfied with my hair, Judy started on my makeup.  But this was not just on my face, but my whole body as well.  The first thing she did was to shave all my pussy hair off.  "It gets in the way you know," she said.  She loved my skin; "Hmmmmm I just love the complexion of a natural red head."  She rouged not only my lips, but my nipples as well.  She powered and highlighted my ribs, the sides of my breasts and my face as well.  As she worked she commented on how well bruises and blood and cuts would show up on my body, adding here and there where she thought, "No ... it won't show up so well here ... let's try a touch of this..."      "What about all those freckles?" I heard Frank say.  "Won't they look like blood after we get started?  Don’t much care for that idea ... only blood should look like blood on a real deal."  Once again the words were matter of fact but I had to bite my lip to keep from crying again.      "Who's the make up artist here?  You kill them, I prepare them.  Don't worry, they'll be less prominent when she's under the lights.  They won't look like blood."      "Mmmmmm, now what do we have here?"  Cyndi had found the nail cuts on my breasts from where Judy had been playing with me.  Carl walked over with Frank at that point.  "Awwww crap!  Judy's been at it again.  Can you cover those up Cyndi?  If those show up we won't be able to cut her there ... it'll look like we faked it.  Damn!"  Carl looked worried, but not for me.      Cyndi looked over the bruises and scratches with a professional eye.  "Hmmurph ... yes, I think I can.  If you're going to cut her, where would you do it?  That way I know the angle I have to cover."      "Well, lets see ... probably here, here, here and here."  Frank ran one finger along my breasts, trailing it in small lines near the marks Judy had left.  At that point I spoke up, although I couldn't stop the flutter in my voice.      "T-t-t-that's not what I said w-w-w-was to happen."  I tried to sound cross, but all I sounded like was scared.  His fingers marking the lines of where he would cut me gave a terrible chill.  If he cut me deeply at any of these points I would die far too quickly.  This was not going the way I wanted; I was far too scared.  Couldn't they at least let me try to keep my courage up; they had seemed so concerned about that before.  Was that all just a trap to get me here?  I was close to panicking, and I knew it.      "She said IF we cut you there Kim, not when.  I'm just covering my ass is all."  Frank seemed put out by my questioning of what he was doing.  Then Carl spoke up, "Look Kim, it’s a little late to worry about what were gonna do don't you think?  You’re here now; you can't back out, so stop worrying about it.  There's nothing you can do about it anyway."  I bit my lip again, my fear that they would not carry out my wishes giving me the biggest chill of all.      "Okay boys, she's as pretty as I can make her.  Wow, she's got a great body.  This one should be really hot."  I could see that Cyndi was giving me those same hot looks as the boys where now, and her nipples were standing out against her shirt.  I couldn't help but look in the full-length mirror.  Despite my fear I was stunned by her skills ... dear god I looked beautiful!      "Okay, now for the last.  I'll be right back," Frank said, leaving the room.  I got out of the chair, and stood beside it feeling vulnerable and exposed.  Normally this would have turned me on as well, but I was too scared.  It was all I could do to keep from crying again.      Frank came back into the room.  "Okay, Boss says it's set."  I did start to cry then, and I couldn't help but tremble.  I had to bite my cheek to stop myself from begging them to not do this.  "Come on Kim, we want you to look everything over, get a good look before we start on you."  Carl said this while walking over to me.  If he noticed my tears or my shaking body, he gave no hint in his manner.  He took me by the arm and pulled me towards the door.  I didn't have the slightest chance to resist.      "Be with you in a minute boys, just want to wash up," Cyndi said.  From the tone in her voice she could have been talking about going to a movie.  Judy was there in the corridor when we went through the door, with something in her hand.      She held up a blindfold, and began to wrap it around my eyes.  I started to protest, but she said, "It won't be staying there, we just want to surprise you with how it all looks."  Carl and Frank chuckled at that and my legs went weak as the horrible, ugly images flashing through my mind again.  Carl held me up while Frank took my other arm and they all but dragged me down the corridor.  I heard a door open, then I was lead out into some large cool space.  "Here we go Kim ... get a good look," and so saying, Judy pulled off the blindfold.      When I opened my eyes I gasped at what I saw, and my heart skipped a beat.  Not from fear, but from surprise.      I was behind the curtain of a closed stage and there in front of me were the instruments and place of my death.  But it was not some ugly dingy little room or some horrible torture chamber with no beauty to it at all.  I looked around in growing wonder.      It was a large area with each part spread out from its neighbour.  Each was a study in polished gleaming metals.  Where there was wood it was dark and beautifully polished, shinning in the lights.  I looked around the racks where the instruments I had ordered were laid.  Each was beautifully finished, like fine quality furniture.  The tools themselves where gleaming metals, woods, and tooled leathers.  The centrepiece made me catch my breath.  Gleaming metal, polished stone and woods and snowy white ropes with tooled leather cuffs and bands shone and gleamed in the stage lights.  God it was so beautiful!      As I had been told, there were cameras and huge 12-foot screens all around the stage.  They were not for others but for me ... so that I could look around and see what was happening to me and how I looked in close-up detail or wide shot, from many angles at once.  The stage itself was dark polished oak with dark red curtains.  There were dozens of candles all around the stage, tall thick white ones in large metal and glass holders.      I walked wonderingly around looking at each of the items.  I felt my fear lessen as I did this.  It was still there, but the shear beauty of these things took my breath away, and increased my desire for them a dozen fold.  I walked by one of the racks and ran a finger wonderingly along one of the tools.  It was gleaming metal and dark polished wood, perhaps even ebony.  It even felt beautiful.      "I made these for you Kim," said Carl at my side.  "They will never be used on anyone else, and I'll keep them forever to remind me of you."  His words made my heart flutter, and I turned to him.  "Will YOU be using this?" I said, looking into his eyes.  I could still see the excitement there, and lust as well.  But the hunger felt less menacing now ... somehow it had gone from hunger for my body, to hunger for me, Kimberly.      "Yes, I will.  And it's going to be good Kim.  I made these special when the Boss told us what it could be like with you."  I turned to stare at his handiwork again, and his hand began rubbing my side.      I felt a body slide up behind mine, and Judy whispered in my ear.  "Mmmmmmmm, what do you think Kim?  We worked very hard on all of this.  All of these were made by Frank, Carl, or myself to be used on you and only on you.  We won't use them all of course, but we wanted whichever was used to be special to you."  She was caressing me, her hands busy on my tits, while Frank was running his powerful hand over my belly, almost but not quite brushing my pussy.      My tears were all gone, and with it much of my fear.  It was there, for no one could face death without some fear, but it was under control now.  I leaned back against her, keeping my eyes on the gleaming tool as her fingers gently rubbed and squeezed my tits.  "They're beautiful aren't they?  Deadly but as beautiful as anything I've ever seen."      "Yes Kim, they are beautiful and deadly and wonderful."  She kissed the back of my neck, then turned me to face her, Frank and Carl joining her.  "You understand now why I said your fear makes it better?  And why we tried to scare you so much?"      "Yes, I do.  I was so scared with what you all had me imagining that I almost wanted to stop.  But this is so beautiful, even though there is no mistaking what they'll do to me.  I'm scared Judy, but I want this more than ever now.  I need to feel these, oh god how I want them," I indicated not just Carl's tools, but everything on stage.      I could feel my pussy getting wet, my nipples getting hard.  Judy was breathing harder now, and I could see massive bulges in the boys' pants.  I had turned them on with my wondering tour of the stage.      "Is it time now?  I don't hear anything out there."  I waved my hand to indicate the other side of the curtain.  "No, not yet.  We wanted to give you some time to let all this sink in, and to prepare yourself.  You've got an hour until they are allowed into the club."  Frank said this with lust in his voice.  All three were now lightly brushing their fingers over my nipples and breasts.      "An hour.  What if I get scared again or I...," I started, but was cut off by Carl. "You won't, not now.  I don't think you will at all, even at the end."      "And besides Kim," Judy said, "we have to get ready too.  The Boss wants everything perfect for you, and so do we."      With triple sighs of reluctance, they stopped caressing my breasts.  Judy handed me a deep crimson silk robe, and I put it on.  It clung to my figure, caressing my skin and had a deep hood that could be pulled over my head, hiding my face in the shadows within.  Then taking me by the hands, Carl and Frank lead me towards a door at the back of the stage.  Judy walked off in the other direction calling softly, "You were right Boss.  She wants it now ... and she'll do fine.  I didn't believe you at first, but I think you're even right about her strength and spirit.  She may be the one after all."      I tired to turn to see whom she was talking to, but the door closed behind me as the boys took me back to my room.