Posted by Stephanie on September 08, 2005 at 17:28:30:
It was late in the evening in the southeastern United States. A young woman named Cindy got out of her car in front of an abandoned warehouse. Cindy was a short young woman with long waist length red hair, a deep tan, and model proportions. Cindy walked around the car and opened the passenger side door. She helped another young woman to her feet. The other woman was named Stephanie, she was just as tall as Cindy with long jet black hair, but her tiny body and big bosom made her look top heavy. A cloth was bound around Stephanie's head covering her eyes.
"This had better be good Lou." said Stephanie.
"Oh it is, Den, you'll love it."
Cindy mused on their short conversation and smiled. If someone had heard them it surely would have sounded strange. Lou was Stephanie's nickname for the red head, it was short for her middle name Louise and Den was Cindy's nickname for Stephanie, short for her middle name Denise. Cindy guided Stephanie into the warehouse and into a small room that had once been offices. Cindy flipped on the lights and removed Stephanie's blind fold. Stephanie's light blue eyes widened when she saw what was inside the room. Handcuffed to pipes over their heads stood seven beautiful young women: Angie Anderson; a local reporter, Jamie Dantzscher; a world famous gymnast, Jen Hilton; an internet model, Jewel; an internationally famous singer, Kathy Ireland; a world famous supermodel, Patricia Arquette; a famous actress, and Tara Reid; also a world famous actress.
"Oh Lou, I could kiss you. Seven jelly bellies to play with." cooed Stephanie.
"Don't tempt me Den." said Cindy.
Cindy pointed toward a table opposite the captives. On the table was an array of various weapons. Stephanie picked up a hand held crossbow and smiled.
"You know I love the look of arrows." said Stephanie.
"But of course." said Cindy with a vicious smile.
Stephanie leveled the crossbow on Patricia Arquette.
"Nooo!" screamed Patricia as the arrowhead pointed at her belly.
Shump. Patricia clenched her teeth and tried to bend over when the shaft sank into her gut. Shunk. Patricia gagged when another shaft hit her throat. She sagged against the handcuffs and swung back and forth for a few seconds. Stephanie put down the crossbow and picked up a small hook bladed knife.
"Oh dear!" gasped Jen Hilton when Stephanie lay her hand on Jen's pot belly.
"I'm surprised you have Jen here, she has a few things in common with you Den." said Stephanie.
"Aside from preferring the company of ladies to gentleman, absolutely nothing." said Cindy.
Stephanie eased the point of the knife into Jen's solar plexus and she winced.
"Don't, please don't do this. I'll do anything, I'll give you anything." pleaded Jen.
"Sorry pretty lady, but you don't have anything I want." said Stephanie.
Jen let out a little squeal as Stephanie slid the gutting knife down the center of her belly to her waist. Jen's eyes widened and she looked like she was going to throw up as Stephanie stepped back.
"Oh God no!" gasped Jen, then arched her back.
Jen gagged as her innards poured out of her opened belly. She slumped against her bonds and hung staring down at her own entrails. Stephanie put the knife back on the table and picked up a silenced pistol. She lay her hand on Jamie Dantzscher's softly rounded gut.
"The most deceptive belly in the room. Behind this soft layer of fat is real hardened muscle. You couldn't be a gymnast without it." said Stephanie as she put the silencer between her thumb and forfinger, directly into Jamie's navel.
"If you're going to shoot me then shoot me bitch, don't talk me to death." said Jamie defiantly.
"Ooo! This one's got a little fire in her belly." cooed Stephanie.
"Nothing like hot lead to put that fire out." answered Cindy.
"You're probably right, but this shot just doesn't hurt enough. Maybe here." said Stephanie as she moved the gun down to Jamie's waist.
Pfft.
"Fuck!" spat Jamie as the bullet tore through her abdomen.
She grimaced as she tried to bend over. Stephanie stepped back and Jamie glared up at her.
"I hope they fry the both of you for this." spat Jamie defiantly.
Pfft. Pfft. Jamie's legs were knocked out from under her as bullets tore into her powerful thighs.
"Yaaaaahhhhhh!" screamed Jamie in agony.
Pfft. Pfft. Jamie whimpered as more lead burned into her gut.
"Oh you bitch!" gasped Jamie as she looked up at Stephanie.
Pfft. Pfft. Jamie's eyes widened and her mouth fell open in shock when bullets tore into her tits.
"You...you...oooooohhhh!" moaned Jamie as she slumped.
Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she tried to catch her breath, then she fell limp against her handcuffs. Stephanie put the gun down and picked up a dagger. Kathy Ireland stiffened when Stephanie lay the point against her soft stomach.
"How did you get to be a model with that gut?" asked Stephanie patting Kathy's round belly.
"Personality?" asked Kathy with a slight smile.
"With you, I believe it." said Stephanie.
Stephanie put the point just above Kathy's navel and angled it upward.
"Does it have to be in the guts? I can tell from the way they were screaming it hurts." said Kathy.
"Don't worry, Kathy, where this one goes, well after I'm through slicing your intestines, will finish you off pretty quickly." said Stephanie.
Kathy clenched her teeth together and closed her eyes tightly as the point entered her belly.
"Come on Kathy, you want to scream I can see it in your face. Just let it out." said Stephanie.
Kathy shook her head and Stephanie moved the knife around slashing at Kathy's innards.
"Oooohhh!" screamed Kathy as she tried to bend over.
"See now didn't that feel better, I know it sounded pretty good." said Stephanie.
Stephanie eased the knife all the way in and just before the hilt touched Kathy's belly she grimaced as if her pain had increased ten fold.
"Just so you know Kathy, that last little explosion of pain you felt was the knife point entering your liver. You'll be dead in a matter of seconds." said Stephanie.
Kathy's belly swelled as she took one last deep breath then she sagged against her bonds. Stephanie left the knife in Kathy's belly and walked over to the table. She picked up a thin dueling sword and smiled.
"Now we come to the crown Jewel of jelly bellies." quipped Stephanie as she lay the point of the sword in Jewel's deep navel.
"Spare me that puns and just get it over with." sighed Jewel.
"I'll bet you change your tune when the blade reaches your guts." said Stephanie.
Jewel rolled her eyes and shook her head. Stephanie leaned into the sword, driving it to the hilt in the singer's belly.
"Oooooooohhhh!" screamed Jewel as Stephanie twisted the sword out.
"I always said you have a lovely voice, it sounds very nice singing out in pain." said Stephanie.
Stephanie made two quick lunges and Jewel stiffened as the wire like blade shot in and out of her big tits.
"Hoo!" gulped Jewel as she hunched her shoulders.
"I'm sure you feel it by now, but let me explain it to you. Your lungs are collapsing and forcing blood up your wind pipe. I'm afraid that beautiful voice has uttered its last note." said Stephanie.
Blood poured over Jewel's lower lip as she slumped. Stephanie put the dueling sword down and picked up a broad sword.
"That thing looks vicious." said Tara Reid as Stephanie walked toward her.
"It is Tara." said Stephanie.
Stephanie swung the sword toward Tara and she tried to move, but couldn't. The blade cut across Tara's belly bisecting her navel.
"Awwwh!" grunted Tara as she tried to bend over.
Stephanie dragged the sword out leaving Tara gasping in pain. Tara grimaced as she watched her entrails pour from the gaping wound. Tara opened her mouth to speak, but all that came was a torrent of blood. She slumped down against the handcuffs and swung softly with the others.
"Steph, you don't have to do this." whimpered Angie Anderson.
"Why not?" asked Stephanie.
"I'm the only one here who actually know who you are and what you are. I share the same fantasies and probably enjoyed watching these gals die as much as you and Cindy did. You don't have to kill me too, I won't tell anyone." said Angie.
Stephanie put the sword back on the table and picked up the last weapon, a pair of brass knuckles. She slipped the brass knuckles on her left hand and lay her right hand on Angie's cheek.
"A little favor, let me see that beautiful smile one more time before I rid the world of it." said Stephanie.
"Jealous?" asked Cindy.
Angie's thin lips pulled back in a broad innocent looking smile. Stephanie slammed her left fist into the middle of Angie's gut and the blonde rocked back with a grunt. Three punches later and Angie was howling in pain. Stephanie lay her right hand on Angie's belly and smiled.
"You're a little softer than I thought." commented Stephanie.
"What?" asked Angie.
"Your intestines have already ruptured, I can feel your belly beginning to swell. You'll bleed to death internally in a day or so." said Stephanie.
"Cindy, you can't leave me like this. I know Stephanie could, but you can't let me suffer like this." whimpered Angie.
Cindy picked up the gun and leveled it on Angie's head. Pfft.
"Uuhh!" grunted the reporter as her head snapped back.
Stephanie looked over the seven beautiful, but dead young women swinging back and forth on the pipes.
"That was fun, Lou, who can I get for you to bump off now?" asked Stephanie.