Standing in the lonely parking area, Brad watched the lights of the approaching car. The two women beside him watched too; he saw Linda shiver a little as the other car drew closer. Audrey, on the other hand, sat on the hood of his Porsche with an expressionless face.
The car pulled in beside the Porsche and stopped, cutting both the engine and the lights. All three watched as a slender man carrying a small case stepped out of the car and walked toward them. "You're Brad, ain'tcha?" he asked as he came close.
"Yes. You're the man Jack recommended?"
"Uh-huh. Name's Denny. Look, let's get down to business here, awright? Jack says you got some hits to make. I'm your man. Who's gonna be going down?"
"For starters," Brad said, "there's four women."
"Four?"
"Uh-huh. At least." He drew a couple of pictures out of his shirt pocket, handed them to Denny. Both were portraits of very young, very pretty girls. Names and addresses were on the backs. "Top one's Karen, the other's Kim," Brad said. "But we can talk about them later."
Denny examined them, stuffed them in his pocket. "You said four. Who're the others?"
"These two," Brad said, gesturing toward the two women with him.
"Huh?"
"That's right," Audrey said, jumping lightly down from the hood of the car. She was small and dark; her face was extremely beautiful. "Us. We're the ones you're being paid to kill, and we want you to do it right here, tonight."
"Come on! This some kinda sick joke?"
"No," she insisted. "Not at all. We hired you because we were told you were experienced. We want this to look a certain way."
"How's that?"
She grinned charmingly, her expression incongrous with her words. "We want you to make a real mess of us. Make it look like we were raped and murdered by a psycho. That's what we want the cops to think. Our people will know what it's all about, though."
"And that is?" he asked suspiciously.
She shrugged. "No big mystery. We're in--let's just say the import business. We made an agreement when we started out, we all did. Nobody talks; nobody talks and nobody gets in a position where the cops start investigating them. Anybody who does, has an accident. You see? We were all safe that way. Nobody does any time, nobody gets in a position where the cops can use them to bust up the business."
"That's a tough deal."
"Yeah, it is. But it works, too. Anyway, the point is, Linda here made a little mistake, and before we even knew about it the cops had picked up on both of us, and on Kim and Karen, too. So now we all have to have accidents. We have to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, we have to run into a psycho rapist."
"Why don't you all just disappear?"
"No. A deal is a deal. It's got to be this way. You see?"
"I guess I do." He eyed her speculatively, then grinned. "You want it to look like a rape, you know whatcha gotta do!"
She grinned back. "Sad for you, we did that already. Linda and I both got fucked, not over an hour ago."
He looked at them closely. "You sure you wanna do this. You want me to take you two down."
"Uh-huh," Audrey answered. "And remember, bloody and messy. You can do that, can't you?"
"Well, sure, but--"
"You don't have any problem, do you? I mean, you can kill a couple of women who're going to stand still and let you do it, can't you?"
"Well, yeah," Denny told them, looking a little offended. "Hell, you're paying. We can do it, I don't see no problem. Damn, it sure is weird, though."
"Can we just do it?" Linda asked, her voice strained. "Just do it and get it over with?"
"Go ahead and do her first," Audrey suggested. "I'm in no great hurry."
"I don't see any reason to wait," Brad said. "We all know what we're doing. Linda, you wanta go ahead and get naked?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sure." Her hands shaking, she reached for her blouse, popped the buttons, slipped it off; her skirt and underwear followed quickly, and she deliberately tore her panties. Naked except for her high heels, she turned to face Denny. She looked terrified; she shivered violently in spite of the warm night.
"Okay," Brad told the other man. "She's ready."
Denny didn't answer for a moment; he was staring at Linda, at her large but firm and uptilted breasts, her long lovely legs, her slender waist. Her blue eyes were downcast; she brushed her blonde hair back, letting it cascade down her back, a nervous gesture. Finally she looked back up at Denny; she looked like she was about to burst into tears.
He stepped up in front of her; they were just about the same height. "Nice," he said. "Real nice. Look, you got anything special you wanted me to do?"
"No," she answered, looking back at the other two almost desperately, as if hoping for a last-minute reprieve. "Audrey told you how we want it to look. You're going to have to take care of the details." She clenched her fists. "God, I'm scared!"
"That ain't a surprise," he commented. Moving closer, he put his arm around her and touched her breast. "Real, real nice," he repeated. "Maybe we oughta gag you--we don't want a lot of screaming and all--"
"I won't scream," she said firmly. Then she bit her lip. "Is it going to hurt a lot?" she asked in a little-girl voice.
He kept his hand on her breast, teased her nipple. She was completely passive. "I won't lie to you, honey. The look you want, I'm gonna hafta hurt you some. But I'll go as easy on you as I can." He moved his lips to hers, kissed her rather tenderly.
Linda could not see, but Brad and Audrey saw, saw how smoothly his hand dipped into his pocket and came out again holding a six-inch switchblade. Linda's eyes were closed, her body was utterly rigid. At first she merely allowed him to kiss her, did not kiss him back; then she began to get into it a little, began to respond to him.
He seemed to take that as his cue. In one single motion, he snapped the knife open and stabbed it into her left side, just under her ribs, burying the blade in her naked body.
She jerked violently and pulled her head away to look at his face. The blade was still in her; blood was pumping out, covering both the knife and his hand. "What?" she asked in a confused tone. "What did you--?"
"You were nervous," he answered, not unkindly. "I thought I oughta go on and get you into it."
Slowly and gently, he pulled the blade out of her; blood bubbled out behind it, streaming down her leg. Apparently dazed, she looked down at the wound, at the blood. "You stabbed me," she said in a bewildered tone. "You stabbed me! But it didn't feel like--I didn't--!"
"You wanted a mess," he reminded her, still holding her body close to his. "I gotta stick you three or four times for that. If I kill you quick, there won't be a lotta blood." As he finished speaking he delicately ran the knife back into her, a little above her navel and a little to the left of the center line of her abdomen, letting it glide in softly.
New blood surged out; her body went stiff, her eyes very wide. "Oh, my God," she whispered. "Oh, God, oh, oh, oh--!"
"You're doin' great," he said encouragingly. "I'm gonna do you a couple more times and then we'll let you bleed for a little while before I finish it. I told you I ain't gonna hurtcha any more that I hafta, honey. But this next one'll be pretty bad." With that he turned her around, clamped his left hand firmly over her mouth, and, reaching around, stabbed his knife into her trimmed pubic hair, down low and angled upward.
Again, she went stiff in his grip, her eyes rolling back in her head. Blood in great gouts flowed from this new wound as he drew his knife out, and it ran from her vagina as well, coating the inside of her thighs. He released her mouth; she merely gasped and moaned in a low voice.
"We're past the worst of it now," he told her. He brought the knife up, showed it to her; then he put the point against her right breast, near the nipple. Carefully, he eased it into her. She didn't scream; she just drew breath in a great gasp and went stiff yet again, watching wide-eyed as he buried the blade in her chest.
"Good girl," he said as he pulled the knife out. Gently, he let her down to the ground, helped her to lie back. She looked up at him with wild eyes as her blood pumped out furiously, forming a pool around her. Kneeling beside her, he watched it spread.
"You figure that's enough?" he asked Brad after a few seconds.
"Yeah, that's fine," Brad said in a shaky voice.
"Awright. I"ll take her out, then." He reached down and pushed her left breast up a little. "Here we go, honey," he told her, looking up at her face. "Last one. You've been great, but it's time for you to go now."
Like a surgeon, he pierced her chest under her breast, driving the blade in deep. Her body arched upwards; he forced it back down with the knife, holding it in her while an amazing rush of dark blood welled out around it. Her body shuddered violently and twitched a few times; then her eyes glazed, and, little by little, she became still. Denny pulled out his knife and smiled with satisfaction.
"That was nice," Audrey murmured, her voice soft. "That was nicely done. Jack made a good choice! Don't you think so, Brad?"
"I guess. Jesus!"
"Well, I do!" she said emphatically. "Hey, I don't especially want to be killed, but if I have to be, it's nice to have an expert like Denny to do it for me!" Her dark eyes were bright, sparkling.
Denny took a little mock bow. "I thank you, my lady," he said. "You about ready for my services now?"
Her hands went to her blouse. "Yeah," she answered. "Yeah, I am! Damn, I'm kinda excited about this!" She stripped off the blouse, showing him smallish but really lovely breasts, very firm and slightly conical in shape. He nodded appreciatively; she went on, taking her pants down and stepping out of them. Her legs were shorter and more athletic than the blonde's, but just as pretty. Her underwear followed the pants, leaving her, like the first girl, clad only in her shoes.
Boldly, she went to him. Taking the hand holding the still-bloody knife, she brought it up to her mouth and slowly, sensually, licked the blade. "Look," she said, "Do something for me, okay? You can't fuck me 'cause the cops might pick out your come, but I can suck you off! Do me once, the way you did Linda, then let me suck you. Then you can finish it; then you can kill me!"
"Jesus Christ, Audrey!" Brad yelled. "Are you crazy?"
"Maybe," she shot back. "What's the difference? Fifteen minutes from now I'm going to be dead!"
"Sounds fucking great to me," Denny offered.
Audrey grinned, tousled her short dark hair. "Yeah, me too!"
He put his arm around her, drew her close. "You ready?" he asked.
"Yeah. Damn! I really am! I really want it! Shit, watching you do Linda really turned me on!"
He brought the knife down, touched the tip of blade to the smooth tanned skin of her side. She flinched a little, then giggled and moved closer to him. He put his arm around her shoulders; she was looking down at the knife.
"I gotta find just the right spot," he said, moving the tip of the knife around lightly on her chest and abdomen. "I don't wanna take you down too quick!" He kept moving the knife; at her waistline, halfway between her navel and her side, he paused.
She looked up at him. "You're teasing me!" she accused.
"Yeah." He laughed, and with a single fluid motion, he ran the full length of the blade into her body.
Her eyes went wide, and she grabbed his shoulders with both hands. "Oh, shit," she muttered. "Oh, shit, shit, I never knew it'd feel like that, my God, ohhhh--!"
"You want me to just go on?"
"No! Hell, no!" She laughed a little, winced, stop laughing. "Oh, wow, oh man... get it out of me, let me do this before I lose my strength!"
Grinning still, he gently slipped the knife out; she backed away a step and looked down at the welling blood. Then, without another word, she went down on her knees in front of him, fumbling with his zipper and freeing his already half-erect penis.
In a moment she had it in her mouth, and it had telescoped to its full extension. He looked down at her bobbing head, at her upturned eyes, at his penis plunging between her lips. "Look," he said, "you want me to fuck you, I ain't worried about no cops!" Without releasing him, she nodded.
Clumsily, he managed to get his pants down; Audrey almost threw herself on her back, and he practically dived on her, shoving his erection into her soaking vagina. She moaned, grabbed his shoulders, bucked under him passionately.
"Do me again," she begged after a few moments. "Do me while we're fucking!"
"Honey, you got it!" He brought the knife around, teased her erect right nipple with it for a moment, then stood it upright on her breast, the point resting on the edge of her nipple. Raising himself up and cupping his hands over the butt of the handle, he eased his weight down on it.
"Oh, shit!" she cried as it started sinking in. "Oh, shit, oh yes! Put it in me, yes, oh, God, deep, deep... Jesus! OH! Ohhhhhh--!" She threw her arms out to the sides, raised her head and banged it down again. The knife slipped right on in, blood welling up around it, flowing over her chest.
"Christ, you are something," Denny muttered, holding the blade deep inside her chest.
She was squirming under him and moaning. "Oh, God," she cried. "Oh, God, I'm coming, I'm comiiiinnnggg...!" She grabbed his shoulders again and pulled her head up to his chest in spite of the knife that was pinning her down, burying her face and shrieking a little.
Then she fell back again, and blood rose up in her mouth, running from her lips and into her hair. Denny, his face tight, stiffened in his own orgasm, and Audrey managed to smile up at him as he did.
He pulled out of her then, and very gently extracted his knife from her breast. "I gotta really hurt you now, honey," he said apologetically. "I gotta stab your cunt. Guys taking some chick down after a rape do that, lotsa times. Makes it look right."
As bold as ever, she spread her legs far apart and raised her knees. "It's your call," she whispered. "Whatever you want to do!"
"I gotta hold your mouth--you'll scream--"
"No, I won't. Just do it, Denny! Stick it right straight up inside me like it was a cock, fuck me with it!"
He grinned at her and shook his head. "All right. We'll try it your way." He rolled the knife over in his hand, slipped the tip of it between her vaginal lips. He glanced at her face; she nodded, and he drove the knife up inside her, all the way.
Her eyes flew wide open and her legs shot out hard, but, true to her word, she did not scream. Blood poured from her vagina; Denny sighed and pushed the knife even harder, even further up, so that part of the hilt, as well as the blade, was inside her. He worked it in and out a few times, provoking more bleeding and causing her body to jerk violently and repeatedly.
"Damn," he said as he started pulling it back out. "Damn, you are fucking incredible!" He brought the blood-soaked knife back up over her body; near her navel he paused and ran it into her again.
She winced; for a moment, as he was withdrawing it, she fought for breath. "Do it... again," she asked, her voice a broken whisper now. "Don't take me down like you did Linda. Just do it again!"
"You bet," he answered. "Whatever you want."
He stabbed her again, in the right side of her chest; while the blade was still in her she reached her arms up, put them around his neck. Her body was trembling violently. "Keep doing it," she mumbled. "Push it in real slow, real slow, be real gentle with me now..."
He kissed her, heedless of the blood he smeared on his own face, and as he did he pushed the tip of his knife against her right breast once again. She laid one hand on his wrist but just held it there, not trying to hold him back. His push was hard, slow, and steady. The blade broke through the skin and slid easily on in, inch by inch.
Her body bounced upward, but he pressed it back down with his knife, keeping it buried deeply in her breast, working it around down inside her chest. She sighed and relaxed a little; he withdrew the knife halfway and pushed it back in again, taking a different angle this time. Audrey's eyes were fixed on his face and she seemed to be trying to speak, but her mouth was full of blood and she could only gurgle helplessly. There was no evidence of any pain at all in her expression, only eager excitement.
Smiling down at her, he pulled the blade out and brought it up to her neck. "You been through enough," he told her, locating it against the right side of her throat. "I'm gonna take you out now."
She grabbed his wrist in earnest, swallowed hard. "No," she begged. "No, don't kill me, don't!"
Denny looked pained. "Honey, it's a little late to change your mind!"
She swallowed again. "No. I'm dying now, I know I'm dying. Just don't kill me quick, please, Denny, please. I don't want to die quick, I want to die slow! I want to feel that knife going in me, as many times as I can! I want to feel my blood running out, oh, God, I love this, I love this...!"
He took the blade away from her throat. "Well, damn. I sure can't say no to that, can I?" He sat down on the ground beside her, right in the pool of her blood; he didn't seem to notice. Then sliding his left arm under her shoulders, he pulled her up to a sitting position, cradling her head against his chest.
"You'll last longer this way," he told her, pushing the knife against her solar plexus. "You can breathe better." The knife started sinking in; Audrey twisted against him, watching it go, seeing even more of her blood come spilling out. He drove it in as far as possible, moved it around a little, pulled it out. Audrey glanced up at him; he immediately relocated the blade between two of her ribs and pushed it into her yet again. Again and again the blade went into her and came out again, piercing her breasts and belly innumberable times. He was kissing her and stabbing her in her lower abdomen when she rather suddenly faded, slumping over against him. He drew the blade out again; fresh blood rushed out and her body quivered and jerked hard a few times. Then, at last, her eyes began to glaze and her body became still. To make sure, Denny opened her throat; she did not react.
He stood up. "Okay," he said, taking a rag from his pocket and starting to clean up some of the blood. "What about these other two?"
Clearly more than shaken by what he'd witnessed, Brad obviously wanted to leave, wanted to go. "Karen first," he said, his voice quivering. "The address on the back. Day after tomorrow, seven in the evening. I'll meet you there."
Denny was prompt; again carrying his little case, he knocked on the door at exactly seven. A girl opened the door, quite obviously the girl in the picture, Karen. She looked to be about eighteen; she was very slim, athletically-built. Her eyes were dark and her hair black and very long. She was casually dressed, short shorts and a small halter top.
"You're Denny?" she asked with a charming smile.
"Uh--uh-huh. Karen?"
"Yes. Come in, please." She turned and led him inside; her legs were as pretty as Audrey's or Linda's. "You want some wine?" she asked over her shoulder. "We need to talk for a few minutes."
"Damn, this is crazy," he muttered. "I ain't your blind date!"
She giggled. "I know."
"Yeah. Sure, some wine. Why not?"
She led him to the dining room, where Brad, looking pale and nervous, was sitting at the table. Denny sat down; Karen poured him a glass of white wine, sat down as well. Her own glass, half full, was still sitting there; she sipped it.
"Do you know what I'm here for?" Denny asked Karen.
"Yes, I do." She propped her elbows on the table, interlaced her fingers, and rested her chin on the backs of them. "And what we need to talk about is the details--how we're going to do it."
"How's that?"
She glanced at Brad; he said nothing, and she shrugged. "In a little while," she said, "you're going to take me out--we're going to a motel, the Motel 6 down the road. I've already rented a room there, we're going to spend the night together--and, sometime during the night, you're going to kill me with your knife. The same way you killed Audrey and Linda, more or less."
"You know about them?"
"Uh-huh. Brad told me all about it."
"And you want me to do the same thing to you."
"Uh-huh." Her childlike face was completely open, she seemed utterly unafraid, utterly accepting.
"You're crazy!"
She laughed--perhaps a little nervously, but genuinely. "I know! But Brad says Audrey told you about our--uh, company's--deal. I have to honor it, no less than Linda and Audrey did." She shrugged lightly and her mirth evaporated. "Besides," she went on, "I have no desire to spend a lifetime in prison or on the run. I'd rather do it like this."
Denny shrugged too. "Well. As long as I get paid, I suppose it really doesn't matter to me how it goes down."
"So you have no problems with this?"
"No. Not really. I do have one question, though."
"What's that?"
"Whose name is this room rented in?"
She smiled. "Mine. Like I said, I rented it earlier today. You're in the clear."
He shook his head while she sipped her wine. "It's just so weird. You've gone out and set up all the details of your own murder!"
"That's right," she answered, nodding vigorously. "We want to be sure it comes off smoothly, don't we? Oh, and we'll take my car, too. After I'm dead you can take the key and bring it back here, or whatever you want."
Denny rubbed his hand over his face. "Sounds fine. When should we go?"
She drained her glass, put it down, looked at him directly. "Anytime," she replied. her manner offhand, careless. "Anytime you're ready."
He turned to Brad. "This is the way you want it done?" he asked.
The other man nodded. "Yeah. Just like she said."
Nodding, he looked back at Karen. "We might as well be off, then," he told her.
Karen didn't say anything for a moment; she just looked down into her wine glass as if there should be some more in there. "Sure," she said after a rather long pause. She stood up. "Let's go."
As promised, she drove; she parked the car in the lot almost directly in front of the room. Behaving as if nothing unusual was happening, she went up to the room, took the key from her purse, unlocked the door. Denny followed her in; she sat down on the bed.
"So what now?" he asked, closing the door. "We have all night, after all..."
In response, she reached around, untied her halter top, and let it fall. Her breasts were extremely beautiful, smallish but perfect. WHile Denny stared at them, she stood up and pushed her shorts down over her hips. She wasn't wearing panties; when she stepped out of the shorts she was naked. She looked very childlike, very innocent.
"You want to get fucked?" Denny asked bluntly.
She nodded. "Raped, as far as the coroner is concerned. And then, I want to take a shower. After that--" she hesitated. "Well, after that you can go ahead and kill me--anytime you want."
Denny began taking his own clothes off. "You girls are great," he muttered. "I wouldn't mind a lot more of this kind of business!"
"You have at least one more," she told him. "Kim. You'll like her too, Denny." She watched him as he undressed. "While we're doing it," she said, "I want you to tell me what you're going to do to me. You know what I mean; later, with your knife, how you're going to kill me with it."
"Why?"
"I dunno. I just want you to. I think maybe it'll help me get myself ready. If I know exactly what's coming, exactly what's going to happen."
"You sure?" he asked as he removed the last of his clothes.
"Uh-huh." She rose from the bed, knelt down in front of him, scooped up his penis with her tongue, drew it into her mouth. He became erect almost instantly.
She sucked him for a few seconds, then took her mouth away. "Talk to me," she insisted. "Tell me what you're going to do to me!"
"Okay," Denny agreed, and she immediately took him back into her mouth. "I've got a switch I use for jobs like this. You folks keep saying you want it messy; that means I can't make it a quick kill, 'cause if I do the blood won't flow, not much, anyway. So, to start with, I'm gonna take that little knife and stick it in your belly and in your tits. Then I'm gonna hafta do something you ain't gonna like; I gotta stick you somewhere near your cunt."
She stood up in front of him, pulled him toward the bed. "Yeah. Brad told me you stuck it right up Audrey's cunt like it was a cock. You gonna do that to me?"
"I can... if you want me to..." He arranged himself between her legs; she guided him into herself.
"I don't," she went on, punctuating her words with little gasps. "Not really. But I think you! Should. It'll make it look right. The cops know there's a! Connection between me and Audrey and Linda, and they'll match! Up the come that's in me and what! Was in Audrey. So you might as well stick! To the pattern."
"Well, it ain't a pattern, really," Denny told her, his own voice ragged. "Your pal Linda, I stabbed her right down through here--" he touched her as he spoke, approximately in the center of her pubic hair. "You can have it either way. Make your choice, let me know."
"No. You choose."
Denny didn't reply; he pushed himself up on one arm, reached down to squeeze her breast, to tease her nipple. She moaned again, squirmed under him. "What'll you do after that, Denny? What comes next?"
"Next," he gasped, "I can finish it. I can put the blade in your heart or cut your throat. Or I can just keep sticking you; that's what your friend Audrey wanted. Or, too, I can just leave you alone. You'll bleed to death in a matter of maybe ten minutes."
She fell silent, and a moment or two later she stiffened under him in orgasm; he didn't hold out much longer. "Oh, that was good!" she sighed. "That was good! Thanks, Denny."
He pulled himself out of her. "Hey," he told her, "the pleasure was all mine!"
She smiled. "Not really." She sat up, swung her legs off the bed. "Think I'll go wash up now," she told him. She stood up, headed for the bathroom; idly, Denny followed her.
"Get your knife out and open it," Karen asked as she climbed into the shower. "I want to see it." She soaped a washcloth, rubbed white suds onto her beautiful breasts; her nipples came back to attention immediately.
He did as she asked, retrieving the knife from the other room, snapping it open after he returned to the bathroom, holding it with the blade up. Continuing to wash herself, she grinned at it. "It's a nice one," she commented. "Is it real sharp?"
"Real sharp," he told her. "Razor sharp."
She nodded. "And that's what you're going to kill me with."
"You got it."
Her eyes constantly flicking back to the knife as Denny toyed with it, she finished washing her body; taking her time, she washed her hair, too. Then she toweled herself off and used a hair dryer on her hair, combing and smoothing it carefully.
"Okay," she said when she'd finished with her hair. "I guess there's no need in putting it off any longer."
"Guess not." He took a step toward her. The knife was poised, underhand. "Right here? Right now?"
"No. We want to do this on the bed."
"Let's go." He reached out his hand to her.
She took it willingly, allowed him to lead her out of the bathroom and back to the bed. Sitting down on the side of it, she looked up at him. "Sit here with me," she asked, leaning back and spreading her legs far apart. He did; she reached out and took his wrist, the hand holding the knife, and drew it toward her exposed abdomen.
"Would it be good to put it in here first?" she asked. "In my belly?"
"Sure, that'd be fine."
"Okay," she said, her voice trembling just a little. "Okay, okay, I'm ready..."
"You want it quick? It won't look right, but I can give you that, at least--"
She shook her head violently, a determined expression on her face. "No. Make it look right. Like you did with Linda and Audrey."
"It's gonna hurt! I hurt them real bad, Karen! I told you what I did!"
"And I told you it didn't matter!" She clenched her fists. "Come on, Denny! Don't worry about hurting me, I'm not stupid, I know it's going to hurt! Let's get started here!" She brought the knife on down, watching it, finally touching the point against her belly above her navel.
She glanced up at Denny's face, then looked back down at it; as if to test her resolve, he began pressing slowly, indenting her smooth flat belly deeply. She kept her hand on his wrist and gasped, but she didn't try to stop him.
Smiling now, he kept pushing; her face went tight but she made no sound, she sat perfectly still. The point broke through her skin, just barely; a little trickle of blood appeared, racing for her pubes.
"You're right," she said, biting her lower lip. "It does hurt!"
"It really isn't even in you yet, honey."
She nodded slowly. "I guess I knew that." She gave him a very fragile smile. "I told you not to worry about hurting me, Denny."
He pushed again, her skin gave way, and an inch or so of the blade slipped softly into her belly. She gasped again; her fingers tightened on his wrist. He slid the blade in a bit deeper, and she started to double over it. Moving his left arm to her shoulders, he held her tightly in position and pushed in a little more of the blade. Her blood was flowing freely now.
Karen was trembling violently; tears formed at the corners of her eyes. "Oh, God!" she moaned. "I don't know if I can do this, I thought I could but I don't know...!"
"You're doin' real well," Denny said encouragingly. "Real well!"
Her eyes were very wide. "I'm trying not to scream," she said. "But I don't know if I can help it, I don't know... if I scream, hit me. Hit me, tie me up, gag me! You've got to kill me, tonight, and you've got to do it right!"
"I will, honey," he promised. "You ready to try some more?"
"Uh-huh."
He resumed his pressure on the knife, and it sank a little deeper. "Your friend Audrey," he told her conversationally, "really got into this, it really turned her on." He pushed again, buried a little more of the blade in her body.
She moaned, but she didn't scream. He relaxed his pressure, let her belly resume its normal shape. Together, they looked down at it. About half the blade was inside her; blood flowed freely from around it, draining down between her legs.
"It has to go in deeper, doesn't it?" she asked.
"Yeah. Has to go all the way. I just wanted you to see that we're making progress! And shit, we ain't in a hurry here."
"No," she agreed. "There's no hurry. Still, you'd better go ahead, get it on inside me."
"Yeah." Holding her tightly, he began working it back and forth just a little, easing it on into her gently, softly. "Is that any better?" he asked.
She nodded. "A little--oh! Oh, God, Denny, oh!!"
He turned her head toward his and kissed her, working the knife on into her body as he did, feeling her stiffen and relax, hearing and feeling her gasps, her occasionally high-pitched grunts. Finally he released the knife and pulled away, let her look down at herself; the fingerguards rested against her skin, the blade could not be seen. "We did it, sweetheart," he said. "All the way in!"
She managed a wan smile. "Yes. The pain's fading a little now; I didn't scream, did I?"
"Not once. You wanta rest for a few minutes?"
"Uh-huh." She smiled again, and it was a little stronger now. "Like you said, there's no hurry." She leaned heavily against him and studied the knife piercing her belly. "It feels so weird," she commented. "So weird. It feels hot but I'm starting to feel a little cold..." She suddenly laughed, but it quickly turned into a wince and she stopped. "I can't believe I'm sitting here with a knife sticking in my belly. It's weird."
"It looks nice, though. Real sexy."
She glanced around at him. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He ran his hand down her abdomen alongside it. "I gotta take it out pretty soon, though."
"Uh-huh, I know. Go ahead, do it now."
He wrapped his fingers around it and, at a moderate speed, pulled it back. Her skin clung to it; she gasped again and shook in his grasp as it came free. Blood rolled out of the wound in waves.
"You don't know how well you've done," he told her. "I put that in you real slow. Hard and fast wouldn't've been so bad for you."
She watched his eyes. "Why'd you do it that way?"
"I wanted to see how strong you were. And you were real strong, baby. Real strong. You oughta be proud of yourself."
She nodded. "Maybe. We'll see. Help me up."
"Help you up?"
"Uh-huh. I want to walk around the room some."
"Why?"
"To let the blood drip. Get it all over the place. Make it look like I was running around and struggling."
He stood up, took her hands, pulled her to her feet. "Sounds like a good idea," he agreed.
"Oh, Jesus, I feel weak!" she said when he let her go. She looked wobbly, but she started walking around nevertheless. Blood ran from her belly and coursed down her slender leg, and pretty soon she was leaving a bloody footprint wherever she stepped.
Finally, standing about a yard from the bed, she planted her feet far apart and adopted a pose, extending her hands in front of her as if to ward him off. "Okay," she said. "Let's do it again, Denny; come and do me again. But this time I'm going to do like I'm trying to stop you; stab me anyway, cut my hands if they get in the way. Okay?"
He grinned. "Defensive wounds," he commented. "Yeah, good idea. Damn, you thought of everything!"
The wan smile returned. "I tried to," she said.
He came toward her then, the knife by his side, held underhand. Reaching out, he grabbed her right wrist and started bringing the knife forward, moving in slow-motion. Taking her cue, she just as slowly reached toward it with her left hand, as if to intercept it. The tip touched her palm; he pushed and so did she, and the blade went right through her small hand.
Her eyes widened as blood spurted. "Oh, damn, oh, that's right, shit, it hurts, it hurts...!"
Holding her wrist, Denny pulled it free. Still in slow-motion, he started another swing. Her face a study in determination, she reached for it again. This time he contrived to strike her forearm, just above her wrist. Taking her wrist again, he slid the point up toward her elbow, opening a long shallow cut; passing the joint, he pierced her upper arm a little. She shook and gasped as he cut her, but she offered no resistance. As he pulled the knife back again she grabbed the blade; he kept right on pulling, slicing open her slim fingers. While she was still moaning he pushed his knife toward her again, this time bypassing her half-hearted defenses and planting the tip of the blade against her breast, just under the nipple, pushing hard enough to fold it in but not hard enough to break the skin.
She looked into his eyes and placed her bloody left hand on his shoulder. "Go ahead," she told him. "Go ahead and do it."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Here we go, baby!"
He pulled her toward him and pushed the knife forward at the same time. It broke through, began sinking softly into her breast. "Oh!" she cried, though her voice sounded muted, strangled. "Oh, God, oh, Denny, oh, oh, shit, no, God, please...!!"
Ignoring her protests, he dragged her closer and buried the knife deep. She suddenly relaxed, and he pulled her body up against his, keeping the knife imbedded in her chest. She laid her head on his shoulder and wept softly.
"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm not very strong after all. I'm not like Audrey."
"Sure you are. Shit, I know it's hurting you, baby. Come on, let's get back over to the bed."
She raised her head. "I want to walk back."
"I ain't sure you can."
"Let me try. Please?"
"You want me to take the knife out of you first?"
"No. Leave it." She pushed herself upright; he let go of her wrist and she stood wavering for a moment, the knife still buried in her chest, the blood flowing below it. With very slow and unsteady steps she made her way back to the bed and sat down on it.
Carefully, she reached up wrapped her fingers around the knife's hilt. "I'm going to take it out," she told him, her eyes wide. "I want to take it out myself."
He knelt in front of her. "Fine. If you can."
She began pulling on it, and it started sliding free; her hand shook badly, but still she did manage to get it out. While fresh blood spurted from her breast, she handed it back to Denny.
"Now my cunt," she said softly. She spread her legs. "Now my cunt, now you have to cut my cunt."
"Yeah," he answered quietly. "Yeah, it's about that time."
She squeezed her eyes closed for a moment. "Then let's do it, Denny. Let's do it and get it over with."
He brought the bloody knife down, nudging the point into her small pubic triangle, locating it just above the pubic bone. For several minutes he moved it around down there, poking lightly here and there with the point. "Put your arms around my neck," he told her. "Hold on tight. And kiss me, kiss me hard."
She did as he said; when her mouth was firmly covered by his he drove the blade in, hard and fast, burying it.
She went utterly rigid for a moment; then, suddenly, she relaxed completely. Her arms slipped from around his neck and she fell back on the bed as a wash of blood and urine began flowing from between her legs.
Denny checked her over quickly. She was not dead, she'd merely passed out. He picked her limp form up and propped her up on the pillows so she wouldn't drown in her own blood. Then, quite casually, he reached for the remote control and flipped on the TV.
"We'll see, baby," he said to Karen's silent form. "You might come around and you might die. We'll just hafta wait and see!"
Almost two hours slipped by; Denny watched the adult channel on the TV and occasionally checked on Karen. She continued to breathe. Once in a while he poked a finger into one of the three punctures in her body, freeing up the blood that began to clot around them. By then, the bed was thoroughly soaked with it.
Eventually, Karen began to stir; her eyelids fluttered, then slowly opened. She blinked at Denny several times as if unsure of who he was. Her face was very pale.
"Help me," she croaked after several more minutes. "Help me sit up. I don't feel like I can move."
"I sure will." He pulled her by her forearms, helped her back to a sitting position. She looked like a little girl, her lips trembling.
"I passed out, didn't I?" she asked. He nodded. "Why didn't you just finish it while I was unconscious?"
"I didn't know if you'd want it that way."
"I thought you said I'd die of blood loss after you stabbed my cunt. Ten minutes or so, you said."
He shrugged. "Well, you didn't. You're strong. You're still bleeding there, though; it's just a matter of time." He looked at her eyes.
"You aren't hurtin' too bad now, are you?"
"No. I ache all over, and I feel weird, weak and cold. But there's not much pain, not now."
"Yeah. So, whenever you feel up to it, we can go on, we can finish this up. It'll be easier for you now."
She nodded. "And you waited because this sort of thing turns you on. Right?"
He shrugged. "Uh-huh. That too."
She tried to smile and at least partially succeeded. "That's fair. I'm glad you did, Denny." She leaned over against his shoulder and began fonding his penis. "You want to stab me again now, Denny?" she asked, looking up at his face. "Is that what you want to do?"
"Yeah," he told her. "Yeah, I'd like that."
Her fingers tightened around his penis. "Then do it, Denny. Stick me with that knife of yours; run it in deep!"
Once again, he raised the knife, brought it toward her. She watched it come, watched the point touch her side, under her breast on the right. He paused here.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked, staring at it. "I'm ready for it, Denny! I want it now...!"
He wrapped his arm around her back and started pushing, driving the blade back into her body. This time she was quiet as it passed into her, as new blood spurted out; she accepted the full length of it without making so much as a sound.
Again she looked up at his face; he left the knife buried in her side. "It feels sorta good now," she murmured, pushing herself toward him a little. "Fuck me again, Denny," she asked. "I know you want to. Fuck me again and kill me while we're fucking. I want to die while we're fucking..."
"You bet." He swung up onto the bed; with the knife still standing in her side, she laid back. As he pushed into her she winced, and a new flow of blood started from around the wound in her pubic area.
"Yeah, Denny," she sighed. "Yeah. Kill me now, Denny, please, I want you to kill me. I want to die, I want to..."
He raised himself up on one arm, grabbed the hilt of the knife, started pulling it out of her side. Her arms spread on the bloody sheet, she watched it come.
"Here we go, baby," he told her, holding it over her chest.
She raised her head a little. "Do it! I'm ready!"
With a very quick down-and-back-up motion, he stabbed her in the chest again, piercing her left breast. Her eyes went wide once more and she groaned a little as new blood spurted. The knife descended again, and again and again, punching hole after hole in and around her breasts.
She sighed, very long and slow, even as he kept on stabbing her repeatedly; her mouth filled with blood, spilled over onto her face. Gradually, her body started relaxing; finally all that remained were some twitches from her hands and feet and a few blinks. Denny stiffened in orgasm and drove the knife into her body a final time, working it around inside her chest while his ejaculate flowed into her vagina.
Then he collapsed on her and remained there for a few seconds. Finally, he got up and headed for the shower, humming a tune as he went, leaving Karen's broken and bloody corpse on the bed.