Posted by Skippy on February 06, 2000 at 01:10:13:
For the money
I step into the room and shut the door. The entire
room has been painted white, even the floor. There
are no windows or furniture, except for a small
table in the middle, and it too has been painted white.
Two guys with video cameras are standing on either
side of the door. Several light stands are positioned
around the room. There is a hook in the ceiling, in the corner,
at the opposite end of the room. Underneath the hook
stands a young women. Her hands are over her head and
her wrists are bound with a thin rope. The rope is fastened
to the hook.
I walk over to the table as per their instructions. My back
is to the camera as I take off my shirt and grab the knife
and the mask that are on the table. I put the
mask on and turn to face the camera. One of the guys
gives me a thumbs up and I turn back around to face the
girl. It's showtime.
I've still got a vicious hangover from last night. A couple
of swigs of Bourbon Deluxe have only taken a little of the edge
off it. I'm not thrilled about what I'm about to do, but it beats
getting all my fingers broken. For twenty minutes work they'll
forgive the thirty grand and give me a ten grand credit towards
this weeks games. I'm thinking she's probabably done something to
deserve this and if I don't do it someone else will. Anyone in my
situtuation would do the same thing. You gotta do what you gotta
do.
I start moving towards her with slow deliberate steps. She looks
to be 18 to 20 years old, maybe 5'3" tall. She's wearing black spandex
pants that come about halfway down her calves and a thin white cotton
blouse with narrow straps. It's hot in here and she's soaked in sweat. Her
straight shoulder length brown hair is sticking to her neck and forehead.
She has that doe in the headlights look in her brown, blood shot eyes.
They said they didn't think she'd pass out and I can see that she's
pretty drugged up. They also told me she wouldn't shit herself,
but was probably going to piss all over the place. I think they've
had her here for a while. I'm standing within arms length of her now
and i can smell a vague hint of perfume mixed with sweat and fear.
She starts to speak but I slap her hard across the face before she
can get a word out.
They told me to take about twenty minutes to do the job. I can do
whatever I want, so long as it's messy and I fuck her at least once
before I finish her off. I bring the knife up in front of her face
so she can get a good look at it. It has a thin blade about six inches
long, and a black handle. I press the flat side of the blade against her
cheek and pull it down her face and neck, turning it slightly so she
can feel how sharp it is without cutting her. I press my body against
hers and push her tight against the wall. She brings her leg up and tries
to kick me in the balls. We can't have that, can we? I step out of the
way and stick about two inches of the knife in the mid point of her thigh.
Her leg gives out as she screams and she struggles to regain her footing.
I put my knee hard in her belly and knock the wind out of her.
Her knees are bent with her legs splayed outward and she is now hanging
from her wrists. Blood has been running from her nose and mouth since I
hit her and has stained her blouse between her smallish but well shaped
breasts. Her pant leg is wet with blood above the knee. I push her back
against the wall again and lay the tip of the knife below her blouse,
about an inch above her navel, and make a small cut. A thin line of red
flows in, then out, of her belly button and then spreads along the
waistline of her pants. She's crying and begging as I put the blade
under her left breast and grab a hand full of hair and pull her towards
me. I take her upper lip between my lips and start sucking on her,tasting
her blood. She's trying to stand up to escape the pressure of the blade
beneath her breast. I pull my face away and push my groin against her.
Reaching around her, I place my hand under her ass and pick her up so
that her waist is level with mine. The knife has made a small cut under
her breast and blood is begining to show through her blouse. She stops
struggling and stares open mouthed at the hand with the knife. I pull
the knife back a little and give her a slight smile. Her sigh of relief
is interupted by the blade tearing upward through her breast, the
tip coming out the top. I bring the knife back out and cut her blouse
open about two thirds down the front, the fabric still sticking to the damaged
and bloody breast. I drop her and give her a couple of short, quick stabs
in the side and stomach. I raise the blade to the side of her head and take
a small piece of ear. I run the knife lightly along the back of her neck
before stepping away to admire my work.
I knew I could do the job. I've never killed a person before, but I don't
have any moral reservations about that or anything else. Not anymore.
I was a little concerned about the fucking her part. I didn't know if I
could get it up. I've had bad luck in that department lately and I didn't
think this would turn me on. I was wrong. I put my hand down the front of
my jeans and adjust myself. I haven't had a hard on like this in years.
She's hanging from her arms with her knees bent and her ankles turned
inward. Blood has completly saturated her torn blouse; ribbons of red
streak down her chest and belly. Her hair is now matted with sweat and
blood. The front of her pants are slick and shiney down a little past her
knees. The floor beneath her has become red and slippery. She is still
awake but she is mostly quite now, except for some faint sobbing and sniffling.
I take hold of her arm and turn her so that she's facing the wall. Pushing
against her, with my crotch against her ass, I force her into the corner.
I step back a bit and put my free hand between her legs and begin to
finger her pussy and her ass through her blood soaked pants. She begins to
struggle again, so I push her hard against the wall. I'm sliding her in and out
of the corner; it's sort of like I'm making a bizarre crimson finger painting.
I hold the blade against her hip, cutting only a little, and start sliding it
up towards the soft spot in her lower back. She struggles to regain her footing,
so I let her pull herself up before I plunge the knife deep into her lower back.
I pull the knife out and make a few small cuts on her back, neck and buttocks.
Her blood has soaked through my jeans and I'm getting more aroused than I thought
was possible. As I ease away from her, her knees buckle and she pivots on the
rope so that she is again facing me.
I glance back at the cameras and see the guy motioning to me to hurry it up.
He's probably figuring she's not going to last much longer. Her head is down
with her chin against her chest. Bloody hair is stuck to the side of her face
and neck. The yet undamaged tit is sticking out of her torn blouse and the blood
from her face and mouth is running down and over it. Her pants are now completely
saturated and her belly is slick and red. I grab her by the hair and pull her head
up while reaching above her with the knife and cutting the rope. Her hands come
down on my shoulder and I move her back against the wall, almost as if we were dancing.
Her eyes follow the knife as I move it down to her crotch and press the point where
I think her clit is. I make a couple of quick jabs before moving the blade up a little
above the pubic bone. I put my mouth to hers and bite and suck on her lips as I apply
pressure to the knife. I increase the pressure slowly until her skin and muscle finally
give in with a faint pop, and the blade slides in almost to the hilt. She lets out a
grunt and her body begins to spasm. I pull my face away first, and then the knife.
I let her slide down the wall slowly still supporting her by her hair, until she is down
on her knees.
Kneeling down in front of her, I see that urine is now flowing down her legs and
thining the pool of blood beneath her. I place the blade between her legs and rinse the
knife and my hand with her piss. I thrust the knife into her lower belly a couple of more
times and then cut her pants open from the waist to down past the crotch. I cut her
panties away from her pussy and pull her pants down to mid thigh. Her body is still
in spasm as I feel her and kiss her as if I were on a high school date. She is warm
and wet. Some blood is begining to dry, so that she is both sticky and slippery at the
same time. I unfasten my pants so I can rub my turgid cock against her wet belly while
fingering her ass and pussy, both slick and filled with blood. I imagine her to be
turned on by all the horrible things I have done to her.
I let her down on the floor face first in the pool of her own juices. I'm about to cum
and I havn't even fucked her yet. I climb on top of her and slide my prick into her. She's
still very wet and the spasms have given way to full blown convulsions. I grab her hair
again to get traction and begin to push. I've only thrusted a few times and I'm starting
to cum when I'm distracted by a familiar mechanical sound, a sound unique to one kind of
mechanism. I look up to see one of the camera guys standing over me with what looks to
be an Ithaca pump 12 gauge. Shit, looks like this is going to be a double feature...
J.B.B.