## Archive-name: reward

From: Peter Cohen <Pan@cam.org>

Subject: Story: Reward

Newsgroups: alt.sex.necrophilia

Reward "You have been in my service for a full year now Amy," my master spoke from above my kneeling form. "During that time you have served me perfectly." He took my chin in his fingers and raised my head so that we might look into each others eyes. "It is my will to reward you."

I shivered. I looked yearningly up at him, my whole body communicating my subservience, my need to yield everything to him. We were naked as in ritual.

"For the last year you have been everything I could ask of you, done as I have asked, acted as I have asked," He paused dramatically, "and so now I give you a gift." He crouched down so that our eyes were on an equal level. "You may ask me any one thing, and if it is in my power to grant, I shall grant it."

I stared at him in awe! Anything? My mouth was agape and I was at a loss for words. "M,m,master?" I managed to stutter. "Anything Master?"

"Yes my beloved slave," my Master looked fondly at me, "anything."

"You give me your word," I dared to ask him, "that no matter what I ask for, you will give it to me?"

He was surprised by the temerity of his slave, to doubt his word. "Yes," He said anyway, "I swear that if I can give it to you, I shall."

"Then Master, I ask as your gift that you take from me that one offering that will prove beyond all measure how completely I am yours." He caught his breath. "I ask that you use me as I was ment to be used. I ask that you use me as your Bellybutt, for real, right now!"

"But Amy!" He gathered me into his arms and held me tight.

"Master, you promised!" I begged him.

He looked into my eyes and I looked back into his, pleading, needing to do this thing for both him and myself. Finally, he said not a word, but I could tell by the way he held me and kissed me that they were among the last caresses he would give me.

"Amy, my Bellybutt, fetch me my bow." I leaped to obey!

He watched as I did so, the sadness on his face belied by the excitement of his erection. I strung the bow for him, wet with desire as I thought of how it was about to be used. My heart was beating wildly as I handed it and an arrow to him.

Accepting he said, "Get my knife also."

I ran for it and ran back. It was a delicate dagger, long but thin. I put it on the floor beside him. He looked at me, waiting.

I took a few steps backward and spread myself wide before him, exposing my vulnerable softness. My belly streatched towards him as he drew the arrow back.

"How do you feel Amy?" He asked, drawing out the moment.

"Like a piece of meat, waiting to be butchered." I answered.

His arrow plunged deep inside my lower abdomen! "GASP!!!" My belly embraced it as I quivered with orgasm, a spasm of pleasure arching me back cruelly! "OH!!" I looked down to see blood gushing. "Oh Wow!" I looked back up at my Master with amazement on my face. He was looking back with intense lust. "OH! Oh! Ohh ohh oh o o o ..." I panted gasps, my voice fluttering.

My legs buckled and I fell to kneel, knees very wide, my ass on the ground, my back still vertical and arched. My belly was round around its impalement and the fletching of the arrow rested on the ground. My hands hanging limply at my sides I looked down to watch hypnotized, as my lifeblood started to make a puddle under my sopping wet cunt.

I could feel the sharpness of the arrow deep inside me. It felt as if with each of my breaths it cut into me even deeper. I could feel my organs slide around the shaft and the heat of my blood as it flowed out of my body. With each orgasmic spasm of my vagina it felt as if it seized the arrow and worked it around inside me.

My master knelt in front of me and we looked into each others face, he with passion and concern, I with anguish and ecstacy. "Oh Master," I gasped out, "you've put an arrow into my belly." I smiled painfully, "I've become a used Bellybutt."

He reached out to caress my sundered belly, and the arrow that penetrated it. Each touch sent lances of sensation through my body, burning paths of delight. Then he grabbed the shaft of the arrow firmly in one hand and shoved! "AIEee!!" I cried out! "Ghah! Oh Master! Yes Master! Yes!" I could no longer tell the difference between pain and pleasure. All sensation was sublime and the more intense the sensation the more intense the ecstasy.

"Oh Master." I wanted more. "Give your Bellybutt the pleasure of your knife." I licked my lips and panted my need.

He worked the arrow around inside me and my body shuddered violently with the waves of agony that I felt only as orgasm. "Yes!" I cried, "Yes!" He pulled the arrow out. "No!"

Then he drove his knife hard into the bottom of my belly! I gasped a huge gasp as my head and shoulders threw back and kept trying to draw more air. I looked into his face with my eyes and mouth wider than they had ever been before, still trying to breath deeper. Then he yanked the blade upwards and I expelled the air in a rush of a huge moan as my body surged!

He embraced me and held me as I quaked with his pain and pleasure. "Oh Master." I could feel my body gushing from the deep gash where he had cut me open. "Oh Master." I nestled my head on his neck. "Oh Master.
Lay me down and fuck me while you kill me."

Gently he lay me on my back, I kept my legs spread wide. I could see the knife stuck inside me standing proud. He knelt between my legs and entered me slowly then started to fuck me. I moaned my approval and he increased his tempo. He grabbed the grip of the knife and I squeeked! Then he pulled it out, put the tip to my navel, and slowly pushed it inside me. It was all I could do to squirm and moan with pleasure. He worked it about inside me and I felt organs part under it.

He drew it out of me and put it to the nipple of my left breast. He bore down and my breast depressed under it then sprang back as the blade sank in to the hilt. He drew it out and put the tip to my other breast.
Once again my breast popped back as the blade penetrated it and was driven all the way inside me. My breath started to gurgle and flecks of blood appeared around my mouth.

He pulled out the knife then layed the edge of it over the cut nipple of my left breast in line with my ribs. With all his weight he bore down and my breast split completely in two, the knife sinking past my ribs.

"Oh shit!" He said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to cut so deep!
I didn't want to finish you off so fast." My breathing was labored and I couldn't speak, so I smiled at him and nodded my head.

He caressed my cheek then put the edge of the blade to the edge of my right breast where it folds over my chest. With his other hand he grabbed it firmly. Then with a strong cut he all but sliced it off! I squirmed and gagged!

I couldn't breath, I couldn't speak, but I had to communicate to him my love and approval. He had put the tip of the knife to my plexus as I weakly reached for his face. He looked into my eyes and understood. He brought his lips down to meet mine open and my tongue filled his mouth.

As we kissed I felt his blade sink into me again at the same time as I felt his orgasm. I died happily at that moment.

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