Posted by NBabe on September 12, 1999 at 14:09:56:
Love ya Sam but i couldn't resist, you never are in any stories. I made Peter a bellybutt and did in Vicki in recent stories so it was just your turn.
Sam sits in his office at Sam’s Place at his computer. “Damn I just can’t get the hang of this Poser and PhotoShop stuff like some of these guys” He frowns and surfs to a website scowling as he looks at the retouches and the poser art displayed. “I need some of this art for the website for my bar and damn I am tired of paying for it.” He mulls it over in his mind as he prepares for bed and the reality that he just can not get the hang of these computer programs.
As he lays in his bed his eyes close and visions of necrobabes with knives, swords, and arrows sticking from their bodies or their soft skin filled with bullet holes fill his mind. He yawns and wonders if he will ever get enough pictures to fill his website as a deep pain throbs in the back of his head.
A few short hours later, Sam rises from the bed and grins wildly thinking of the dream and how he will fill his pages. He showers and dresses and pics up his digital camera, putting on his overcoat and sticking the camera in his pocket he goes to a drawer of his desk and takes out some knives and a gun with silence and places them in special pockets on the inside of his coat.
Sam leaves Sam’s Place and walks down the street still wet from an overnight rain and about two blocks to the apartment of Cathy. He knocks on the door and Cathy comes to answer. “Bon Jour, Sammy” Cathy says in her sultry French voice. “Hi, Cathy, Can I come in?”
“Yes of course, what are you doing out so early”
“Well I’m just stuck, I need some help”
“Help, what kind of help?”
“Well I need some pictures to retouch for my website for Sam’s Place”
“Oh and you want mine?”
“Well, yes, do you think you could help me?”
“Ok, I guess so.”
“Thanks Cathy, but you know you have to ….a ….a be naked”
“Oh, well I guess I could do that after all it isn’t like we are going to be making love”
“Of course not “ Sam grins.
Cathy goes into another room and comes back with a robe covering her body. Her ample breasts jiggle under the terrycloth and her hips sway seductively as the two sides separate enough to show her legs most the way up.
“Well, when do I, you know, take this off?”
Sam takes out his digital camera, “ now would be fine”
“Any special pose you would like Sammy?”
“How about the classical bellybutt pose with your back arched and your belly alluringly pushed out”
Cathy smiles and drops the robe placing her hands on the soft skin of her hips and arching her back as her breasts jiggle slightly in their freedom, her nipples hardening to small pebbles.
“How’s this?”
“That’s great but here, let me set you just right” as he approaches.
“OK”
Sam moves forward and reaches inside his coat. As he reaches Cathy, he pulls out a knife with a 15” blade and thrusts it hard toward her belly. Cathy feels the splitting of her navel and the cold steel sliding through her viscera and grinding on her spine as it exits. He jumps back, snapping pictures of her shocked face as she gasps and staggers and reaches to grasp the blade.
“Why, why” is all she can whimper.
“I need pictures and I just can’t do it good enough by retouches. But these, they will be so realistic everyone will think I am the master of the retouch.”
“realistic” Cathy says as she sinks to her knees, “You are killing me.”
“It’s for a good cause my dear” Sam says as he sees her fall to her back. “You will be immortalized on my site.” He kneels and twists the knife and pulls it out, wiping the blood on her thigh as her viscera tries to bulge through the gash and her body wiggles in pain as he takes a series of pictures. Sam waits about 20 minutes until she lays quiet and takes some more pictures of her with her death stare. He leans and kisses her lips tenderly.
“Thanks love, you were great.”
Sam turns and walks out the door and hails a taxi.
“1542 West Jamison Place” he says to the driver.
Sam gets out and pays the driver. He goes up 3 steps and rings the doorbell. Myriel answers the door. She is wearing a white minidress that stetches tightly over her flat belly and up the swell of her breasts becoming low cut so to show deep in her cleavage.
“Sam, I didn’t expect to see you here”
“Well I just read on the CMB how you were so fucking bored and I couldn’t let one of my favorite necrobabes be lonesome and bored now could I”
“You are so sweet, always thinking about us girls.”
“Can I come in?”
“Sure, glad to have the company”
She opens the door and motions for him to follow her in. He closes the door behind himself and follows her down the hall to the living room. As they enter the room, he wraps an arm around her chest high from the rear pulling her too him. His hand at the base of her right breast.
“Mmmmmm Sammy I had no idea THAT, was your interest”
Sam reaches in his pocket and takes out a .380 semiautomatic with silencer and presses it to Myriel’s butt, it’s length following the natural crack.
“Mmmmmmm, you really are happy to see me”
“Always love “ he whispers in her ear as he moves the barrel to the small of her back. As he kisses her neck, he pulls the trigger. He can feel the recoil of the gun and hear the muffled sound and see blood spray from her belly as a bullet bites into the wall. As he steps away and takes out his camera he can see the hole in the fabric at the back of her dress surrounded by gunpowder burns and a red wet ring. He walks in front of her and sees the larger wound in her belly just above the navel and the large wet redness spreading out from it.
Sam snaps some pictures of the pain filled face of Myriel and catches her as she starts to fall laying her face first over the back of a chair and lifting her dress. He quickly pushes her panties aside and releases his stiff manhood rubbing it on her wet slit and filling her depths with its throbbing hardness. He records the sounds as he drills her deeply and lifts her to the heights of orgasm as he fills her with his hot seed. Pulling from her, he throws her body on its back her head making a sickening thud as she groans. He begins snapping pictures again.
He takes pictures with one hand the contrast of the blood on her belly with the cum on her thigh and begins to fire more shots. The first destroys her left breast hitting right on the nipple and spewing frothy blood onto her white dress. Then one to the pubic region as a small stream of blood exits her vaginal opening to mix with the cum on her thigh.
By the time she finally slips into the infinite void, he has 15 new pictures for his website of horror.
“Wow, people will think I am the greatest retoucher that ever lived when I post these they will never guess what really happened”
Sam goes out the door of Myriel’s and hails another taxi.
“Sam’s Place” he says “I’m sure you know where it is”
“You mean that dive over on Necroid Street?” the cabbie says
“It happens to be a very high class place, I even have a website. What is the number I call to make a report about you and what is your name?”
“Oh it’s 1 800 screw yu. And my name is Scott. You can tell it to Alan when he answers he will be sooooo thrilled you called.” (It’s humor guys)
The driver takes Sam to Sam’s Place and drops him off.
Sam enters the bar and heads up to his private office and apartment on the second floor. He enters and takes off his coat dropping it on the sofa as he puts the digital camera on the stand next to it. He walks into the bedroom throwing his shirt on the floor and going to the closet. He opens the double doors and feels a sensation like someone has kicked him in the gut.
Sam looks down and sees a large hatchet buried in his belly blood flowing from around its head. He follows the handle and hand and arm holding it to their source and sees………Petra naked, her very ample breasts heaving from the excitement.
As he wavers on his knees, Petra rips out the hatchet. He sees a flash of metal and feels like he has been booted in the chest, the hatchet has cut a gapping hole in the left side of his chest severing several ribs and showing his lung. He drops to his back and looks at Petra.
“Why?”
“Oh I’ve been wanting to bury the hatchet with you and now I have”
Blood flows freely from Sam’s belly and chest as Petra rips out the hatchet once more and kneeling, she raises it and smashes it into his forehead the blood and gray matter spraying over his face as his eyes stare into space. His body twitches slightly in death.
Petra walks into the bathroom and showers, then dresses. She looks at Sam’s bloody body and walks into the living room. She sees the camera and picks it up and reviews the pictures. “Hmmmm maybe g-man would like these for his site” she puts it in her pocket and walks out the door. She decides it is a nice night and walks down the street very self-satisfied.
She walks alone into the darkness as a dull thudding sound becomes louder and louder. Suddenly, Petra grimaces in pain as she feels sharp objects dig into her breasts, belly and thighs as she is picked up from the round and shaken as the sharp teeth of a T-rex rip her tender body to shreds. The camera drops to the ground and is picked up by the dino.. The large dinosaur swallows and Petra disappears down his throat like a piece of tender steak.
Far off in a distant land, Juli the deranged Princess of Darkness smiles and laughs with sado-sexo-snuffette glee as her mind controls the large beast to her bidding. She can hardly wait to get the pictures from the dino and put them on her own website.
Hysterical laughter fills the dark lair.