"Look," Amy said, picking a dandelion from the grass around her knees. Her short red and white sundress was hiked up to her hips, exposing the full length of her spectacularly beautiful legs. "It really is very simple. I want--no, that isn't quite right. I need to die; today, here and now. That's what I came to Mexico for in the first place, and I haven't been able to get it done... I want you gentlemen to help me."
Antonio's eyes moved slowly from the seated girl back to his friends. This had started out routine, guiding a tourist around the old Aztec ruins in the towns surrounding Mexico City; that she'd talked about almost nothing except the Aztec sacrifices hadn't made much of any impression on him, lots of tourists were fascinated with that aspect of his ancestor's culture. Then, today, she'd asked to meet some friends of his; he hadn't known why, but she was paying for his time and he was willing to give her pretty much whatever she wanted. Once his friends had joined them, they'd gone out to a remote ruin, part of an Aztec pyramid not yet excavated or restored, a pyramid that looked like a grassy hill. Here, in the remote Mexican countryside near the town of Amatlan, she'd made this startling proposal to them.
"I don't understand," Antonio said slowly.
She tipped her head up and grinned at him. Through the cloud of reddish-brown hair that hung over the side of her wide face, her large, startlingly green eyes sparkled. "You don't have to," she told him. "All you have to do is what I ask."
"You are a very strange lady, Amy Sullivan," Juan put in. But he looked interested.
"Perhaps," she murmured. "Perhaps I am."
"Why don't you do it yourself?" Antonio asked her. "Why involve us?"
"I will, if I have to," she told him. "But I don't want to. That isn't the way it should be. That's what I feel, at least."
"If it is what she wants--" Eligio commented, gesturing.
"I think she is loco," Antonio muttered, still doubtful. "It would be better if we didn't get involved--"
"I disagree," Carlos said firmly. "If she wants it, we should consider granting her wish."
"We have nothing here to do it with save our bare hands," Antonio complained. "Is that what you want? For us to strangle you with our hands? Or to beat you to death?"
"No," Amy told them. She opened her handbag, pulled out four knives. Each had an ornate handle, each had a double-edged blade about four inches long. Tentatively, the men picked them up, ran their fingers over them.
"Very fine," Antonio said, feeling the edge of his; it was razor-sharp. "And what do you want us to do with them?"
She laughed. "That isn't obvious?"
"You wish to be stabbed?"
"Yes. But carefully, at first. I want you to make sure that each one of you stabs me at least once, make sure it's deep, make sure there's a lot of blood, but make sure it isn't fatal. Then, whatever you want. Fast or slow, many times or once, it makes no difference. Just be very sure that when you're through, I am dead."
"All right," Antonio said. "When?"
She stood up, started slipping the straps of her sundress off her shoulders. "Right now, anytime," she said, pulling the top of her sundress down, exposing her full, rounded breasts, her perky, already-erect nipples, her very white skin. "As soon as I get undressed." The dress fell to the ground; the men's eyes devoured her as she wriggled out of her panties, cast them to the side. Her waist was very small, as was the delicate triangle of hair between her legs. "Well, guys," she said, spreading her arms to the sides and giving them her quick appealing smile, "Whenever you're ready, I am!"
Carlos approached her first, turning the knife over and over in his hand. The front of his pants bulged outward. "You're really serious, aren't you?"
"You bet I am. I'd be disappointed as hell if you guys backed out now!"
"I don't think we will," Carlos said softly.
"Good to hear it," she told him, her hand caressing the bulge. She smiled broadly and seductively. "Why don't you guys get out of your clothes?" She suggested. "You are--at least I hope you are--all going to get these." She tapped his erection. "If I take care of them now, it won't be completely fulfilling for you. You have to wait until I'm dying, until I'm just about dead. But that doesn't mean we can't fool around!"
"Whatever you say," Carlos told her, sliding his hand gently around her breast. She tipped her face up, kissed him. As she did, Juan, already out of his clothes, pressed up behind her, pushing his own erection against her buttocks.
"This has another advantage for you guys," she said, as she watched Carlos take his clothes off. "This way, you won't get blood all over your clothes!" As soon as he'd stripped, she knelt in front of him and ran her tongue around the tip of his penis. After teasing the opening with her tongue, she took it fully into her mouth. Behind her, Juan's organ insinuated against her vagina, and she tipped her body to let him slide it in. "Be careful you don't come yet," she advised, releasing Carlos for a moment and wriggling her hips against Juan's. "It'll really spoil things for you."
They surrounded her then, playing with the knives, kissing her breasts, sliding their penises into her vagina and thrusting a few times or letting her suck them. For a long while, she let them do whatever they wanted, but finally she stood up and pushed away from them a little; it was as if she sensed their hesitation. Putting one hand on her bare hip, she shook an almost scolding finger at them. "You don't know what you're missing, guys," she told them. "Sex is only the end part. You just don't know how erotic blood can be! Now, we need to see some, don't we?"
"You are unusual," Antonio told her seriously. He put his left hand on her neck; she rolled her head over against it.
"Do it, Tonio," she murmured. "I want you to, it's time..."
His eyes flicked up and down the left side of her body, and, without warning, his knife flashed forward. It struck her side, just above her hip, and it sank in until his fingers rested against her skin. He held it in her for a second before snapping it back out; bright red blood welled out of her side.
She inhaled sharply, and her incredible eyes popped wide open. An expression of pain crossed her face, but it was immediately replaced by a strained smile. "Oh, that's good," she cried. "Jesus, it hurts! Oooh!" She held her side, keeping her hand above the wound; the blood kept pulsing out, running over her hip and down her leg. "Look at that! Beautiful, isn't it?" She touched a finger to the blood, tasted it. "That was just what I had in mind, Tonio! Exactly!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said mildly. "I certainly did. I never knew it could be such a pleasure!"
"You just never had anyone willing before! And believe me, I am! Eager, even!"
Carlos stepped up in front of her. "You want to do it again?" he asked, smiling.
Smiling in spite of her obvious pain, she caught her lower lip with her teeth and put her hands on his shoulders. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes moving between his. "I do, I'm ready!"
"Let's do it, then," he murmured. He whipped his knife forward, straight into the center of her abdomen, perhaps an inch below her navel. She looked down as if shocked, her green eyes again very wide. It hadn't gone in very far, but blood was already welling out around it.
When she raised her eyes again Carlos shoved on it, and after some initial resistance, it slipped almost effortlessly on into her. She bent forward over it, grunted, put her hands on his shoulders to support herself.
"Oh, beautiful, beautiful," she moaned. "Pull it out now, pull it out! Oh, my beautiful man--pull it out! Oh, God, this is wonderful!"
He did pull it out; her blood spurted, dripping off her body. "You're right," he said softly.
"I know I am. Oh, man... you can't know!" She touched each of the wounds, looked up at the men. Her eyes were shining. "I love you guys," she told them. "You are doing this just perfectly. Just perfectly! I cannot believe how wonderful it is!"
"You aren't bad yourself, Amy," Eligio said softly. He caressed her breast, then bent down and sucked her nipple gently. "Very sexy lady." The point of his knife touched her breast, played along it as he stroked her, licked her nipples. She held his head, her expression eager, enthusiastic. Still licking her left nipple, he moved the blade slowly across her breast, dragging the point lightly. Lifting his head, he brought the knife up so that it touched the dividing line between dark areola and white skin.
He licked the already-alert nipple once more, then pressed down gently with the knife. She wriggled a little, her eyes closed, as it broke the surface, as it drew a droplet of blood. Keeping it just under her skin he pushed it across, staying on the edge of the areola. When he stopped, her nipple was bleeding freely, and he licked the blood away. Then he put the tip of the knife back in the cut and dug just a little deeper with it.
"Oh, please stop teasing me," she cried. "Put it in me, oh please put it in, put it in deep!"
He grinned up at her, kissed her nipple again, and pushed on the knife. Softly, gently, it started to slide in, disappearing inch by inch, blood welling up around it.
She pulled his face up, looked into his eyes. "Yes," she sighed. "Oh, it's so good slow--oh! Oh! Oh, you're so gentle--!" He had it about halfway in, when suddenly it seemed to break free, and it slid all the way into her chest.
He let go of the handle for an instant, turning his hand over to pull it out, but he was too slow. Blood running from her breast, she passed out, started to sink to the ground.
"Shit!" Carlos said. "She's still alive; keep her sitting up, she'll drown in her own blood! Man, Eligio--"
"Sorry," he muttered, helping them to keep her upright.
For some time, her head hung limply on her chest, blood dripping from her lips and oozing from around the knife, which remained in place. Finally she opened her eyes, looked around at them.
"Thanks," she said. "I didn't want to go quite that soon. I get another, you know. That was only three. I don't want to be cheated out of one!"
"Mine," Juan said, fingering his knife and grinning.
"Yours," she agreed. She touched the handle of Eligio's knife and winced. "We'd better leave it there until Juan does his," she decided. "It's really gonna bleed when you pull it out. Here, help me stand up."
They did; she turned to Juan, her hands seeking his erect penis, fondling it. He smiled and kissed her. "You want mine now, pretty lady?"
"Yes, I do," she told him. He pulled her to himself, carefully avoiding the handle sticking out of her chest, and kissed her deeply. She threw her arms around his neck, holding him tightly, her body pressed up hard against his, his erection pushing on her belly. Underhanded, he brought his knife up hard, burying it in her lower abdomen. She gasped and clutched at him as he gently slipped it out again. Blood gushed, covering his erection, and, smiling warmly, she relaxed a little in his arms.
"Oh, guys," she sighed. "I'm not going to last much longer. You want to do anything else, you'd better do it quick. I'm fading fast. Whatever you want, now."
Eligio stepped up, put his hand on his knife. He touched her face, then pulled it out. Her body jerked; as she'd predicted, blood spouted out. Her mouth filled up, and it ran down the side of her face; she struggled to talk, but her throat was full of blood.
Antonio didn't waste any time at all. He sat down on the ground, crossed his legs, pulled her atop him; she retained enough control to guide his erection into her vagina with her hand. Leaning against him, she rested her head on his shoulder, a stream of blood running from her mouth, down his back.
Her eyes were closed at first, but after a few moments they fluttered open again. Eligio was standing with his erection very close to her face; she lifted her hand, brought it to her lips, drew it into her mouth, worked her tongue around it. Neither man lasted very long; first Eligio began pouring semen into her mouth, and before he'd finished Antonio was stiffening in orgasm.
"Come on," she moaned weakly. "Come on, there're two more of you, hurry, hurry, I want you...!"
Juan sat down; Eligio and Carlos helped her off Antonio and onto his lap. Blood kept streaming from her wounds as he bounced her up and down, and it didn't take him long to reach his climax either. They moved her again, to Carlos this time.
Softly, she laid her head on his shoulder. "Stab me again," she whispered as his penis moved inside her. "Stab me again, I want to feel that knife going in me again, I want to feel it going in slow, I want to feel it going in gently...!"
"Whatever you want," Carlos told her. Immediately he brought his knife up, pressing the point against her already-punctured lower abdomen. He kissed her, then pushed it gently and slowly in. She stiffened and grabbed at him, gasping periodically as it slipped into her, but she continued to smile throughout.
Antonio was next; while Carlos' knife remained in her belly, he plunged his into the side of her chest, slipping it between two of her ribs. He pulled his back out, wiped his fingers in the foamy blood that followed it.
She raised her head, looked up at them with sleepy eyes. "Oh, God, this is wonderful," she said weakly. "More, guys; I'm still here. Give me more, stab me, cut me, hurt me...!"
Kneeling beside her, Juan located his blade in the crease where her breast met her body and pushed it in, gently and slowly. Still holding Carlos' neck, she turned her head and smiled a sleepy smile as she watched the steel slide softly into her body once more, as even more of her blood came spurting out.
"Oh, yeah," she murmured. "Yes, oh, god, oh, beautiful... you're killing me, I'm dying, dying..." Her body arched backward; Antonio held her, kept her from falling, leaned her back over against Carlos' chest.
Now it was Eligio who came to kneel beside her, his knife in his hand. He cupped her chin in his hand, looked into her eyes. "I've never felt this way before," he whispered.
She blinked, forced her eyes open, looked at his face. There was no evidence of pain there; she looked calm and happy. "I'm glad," she told him. "You guys were so wonderful to me." She glanced down at her side, where Juan's knife remained in place; Carlos' blade was still in her belly. "You and Tonio, put your knives in me again, put them in and leave them, then hold me, hold me while I die..."
He smiled tenderly. "Of course, Amy," he said. He caressed her breast, then punched his blade in, just under the nipple. She gasped; moving his hand to her neck, he held her steady while he pushed it deep. As soon as it was in place, Antonio reached around her and ran his into her side, right at her waistline. About that time, Carlos stiffened in orgasm. They did not remove her from his lap, not immediately; they held her hands, stroking her body and her hair, and waited patiently until her life had faded.