The Death-trap for me

It’s been a long day. I’m looking forward to my last visit. As I wait for the lift to arrive I check my appearance in the reflection from the metallic surround. I'm dressed in a smart white two-piece skirt suit. Beneath the jacket I’m wearing a royal blue shirt with the collar smoothed down over my jacket collar. Despite the heat of the day I’m also wearing pantyhose. I smooth my jacket as the lift door opens. I enter and press the button for the floor I want.

The lift starts to move. Down not up! When it is below ground floor level it suddenly stops. That’s all I need! A broken lift! The light dims as I reach for the alarm button. Before I can press it I hear a woman’s voice.

“Welcome nice lady,” it says with a giggle. “You are caught in a death trap. Every moment of your demise will be recorded. More than that after you are dead you will be gutted and roasted on a spit as the main course for a very special party. Aren’t you honoured?”
”You’re not very funny,” I say. “Now stop your silly game and get the lift moving again. I have an appointment to keep!”

For a few moments nothing happens. I’m feeling a little nervous, but just in case this woman is really watching I’m not going to show it. Then I hear a whirring noise and the three sides of the lift start to move inwards forcing me in a smaller and smaller area.

“What’s happening?” I say nervously, no longer trying to hide it.

“Turn towards the mirror wall please," says the woman’s voice. I obey. The walls are very close now. As I look around a narrow slit appears in the mirror wall. A long thin knife blade appears. As I push myself back against the closed doors it moves slowly forward until it just touches my white skirt level with my belly. I realize I’m breathing much too fast but I can’t take my eyes from the blade. I can just feel the pressure of the tip pushing against me through my clothing.

The voice speaks again. “Undo the skirt please.”

“What are you doing? You’re frightening me!” I cry out.

“Calm down!” says the voice. “Undo the skirt and let it drop.”

I feel my face colour with embarrassment. After a moment though I undo the button and pull down the zip. By breathing out I can just slide the skirt past the knife. It falls to the floor and as I draw in a new breath I feel the knife just touching my pantyhose, about an inch above my mound.

“Well,” says the voice. “Don’t you look sexy! We are recording all of this. There are webcams all around you. We’ll show the clips at the party. So give us a good show, please!”

The walls on either side move closer until they are just touching my arms.

“Okay, time to take off your jacket and shirt. And then I want you to lift your breasts free of the bra.”

I undo the shirt buttons but I can’t get the jacket off against the pressure from the sides of the lift. I make clumsy movements in an effort to undress, and the blade scratches my belly again.
“You’re humiliating me!” I protest. In the past I had imagined being pierced in my belly by a knife but this was too real.

“Pull out your breasts,” she orders again. Reluctantly I obey. I can feel the cold metal of the lift doors against my naked bottom. I’m feeling desperate inside. I don’t know what to do. I can feel the knife against me. I look down and there is a little blob of blood showing. It’s just a scratch but I start to panic.

“Did you know that you are very beautiful?” the voice compliments me. “Now it’s time to drop the pantyhose.”

As I slide the nylon over my hips I suddenly lose control. Yellow urine spurts over my small bush and runs down my legs and drips on to my skirt and feet.

“Wow! Very sexy lady!!!" says the voice. It has thickened and I can tell she is aroused.

“Time to give yourself one last orgasm,” she says.

I want to obey so she will let me go, but with my fear and the clothes getting on the way I’m not becoming aroused at all.

“I can’t do it,” I wail. “Please stop this. I’m panicking in this tight space. Please let me go.”

After a few moments the voice speaks once more. “We’ll give you a little more space so you can undress.”

“Yes,” I say hopefully. “Perhaps if I take everything off I’ll be able to give you a good show.”

The whirring noise comes again. The mirror in front of me doesn’t move but suddenly the walls on either side have moved about a foot further away.

With a deep sigh I relax a little and let the jacket slide down to join the skirt on the floor. I undo the cuffs of the shirt and that too ends on the floor. Awkwardly I lift one foot and remove the sandal before easing the pantyhose over my foot. With that done the other foot is easier to do. I can’t get my hands behind my back to release my bra. I try to turn but at once I feel the touch of the blade as it scratches me. So I slip my arms through the straps and wriggle until I can get the fasteners to the side. Then the bra too drops free.

“You’re very sexy lady. I bet you’re really tasty!”

Completely naked now I obey her new order to pleasure myself. As I use one hand to caress my neck and my breast, my other gently plays with my clit. I’m more relaxed now and my old fantasies about stabbing start up again. I’m breathing faster again but this isn’t panic it’s arousal. I think of the blade and look at it, touch it. I feel the clothes beneath my feet and the cold of the metal doors. My skin is very sensitive now. Accepting I run my finger along the killing blade. Its sharpness reassures me that this will be a good experience. I go back to using my fingers to arouse me. After a moment I feel the blade start to move forward. Instinctively I try to draw back but there is nowhere to escape. I’ve moved slightly aside to the right but it doesn’t matter.

I suck in a deep breath as my muscles clench and at that moment the blade comes forward, cutting through my skin and my pelvic muscles piercing at least four inches into my guts. As my body absorbs the blade I climax and let out a short shrill cry of pleasure and release. Part of me realizes that my release is arousing my hidden audience even more. At the same time I feel the terrible pain created by the foreign body in my belly. I realize the blade is still moving deeper into me. One inch more? Who knows? I imagine the intestinal loops being pierced one by one. Then its advance stops.
I breathe shallowly and very slowly to minimize the pain. Despite the pain I continue to massage my clit and I also touch the wound edge with my left hand. I look down at my belly and see the blade buried deeply in it, the blood flowing down to drench my brown pelvic hair and dropping down to soak and stain my clothes on the floor. My white suit is now red and pink and cream as well!
A part of me thinks: "yes my life is dropping away! It's right this way." I realize the webcams are still watching my body leaning against the doors.

At that moment the floor starts to descend. I try to stand on tiptoe but I see the edge of the blade pushing upwards through my upper belly towards the navel. The pain that had been tolerable before is now excruciating. I cry out in agony and my body writhes as it tries to lessen the pain. My skin feels on fire and my heart pounds as if it will burst.
I look down and I see the blade slowly continuing to cut upwards. My movements and the involuntary muscle contractions of my body and belly make the blade like a saw, cutting a wide jagged wound, through which a bloody pulp starts to sag out. My left hand clutches it trying to keep the pulp inside.
For a few seconds more the floor continues to descend. My legs are weakened by the pain and I sag down as my knees bend as I can no longer support my body. The blade
cuts vertically through my navel and then movement stops with it an inch above the navel.
The blade pulls backwards and disappears back into the mirrored wall. Then all the walls are moving back. I slide down to the floor and lie on my back with my head against the doors. The lift light brightens and I can see the red pulpy mass of my torn stomach.

I’m breathing fast but shallowly and my head drops back as the lift doors finally open.
A woman enters.

She’s attractive with short dark hair and dressed entirely in black. She kneels down beside me and examines my dying body. Gently she caresses my hair, my neck; she squeezes my breast, watching my body move as I breathe so slowly now. Her hands move further down lightly touching at the wound and massaging my thighs and putting her fingers in my bloody vagina. She brings her bloody fingers to her lips and tastes my lifeblood mixed with my love juices.

She kisses my breast, my neck and then plants a deep kiss in my mouth, all the time she keeps touching my clit with her right hand, and caressing my arms and my hands
with her left.
As my eyes lose focus and start to wander she stops and leans close to my ear.

“So long, my beautiful Mary,” she says in a soft voice. “You’ll make our feast so wonderful!”

As life leaves my eyes she pushes her hand with its black painted nails deeper into the wound, assessing the quality of the body. Then she rolls the body over to test the tone of the thighs and back and bottom.

"Top quality meat,” she says approvingly.

.......end

It was written by me and putted in best English by Steph, I thank her