Amy's Guts -- starring Amy Jackson

“Someone kill me,” I say.

“Step up on the stage, Amy,” someone says. I step onto the stage. “Take off your clothes. Everyone’s watching you. Who has a knife?”

I slowly slide my t-shirt off, baring my full breasts. “Don't look down. Stand up straight. A knife, please...” I slide my jeans down and bare my white silk panties. “Nice and clean… ok I will use my own…” He unfolds a Buck Hunter

“Those panties too…”

“Ok,” I tell him, “I’m ready, ok…” I slide them off. Then he says: “Tell these people why you deserve to be butchered in front of them -- nice and loud now.” I take a deep breath: “Because I’ve been a naughty girl…” Kelli watches me intently, “…and i deserve to die.” I plead. ”What did you do?” “I slept with Kelli and got caught!” I blurt out. “Are you ashamed?” he asks “No!” “Good. Are you ready to die?”

“I say kill her!” Kelli yells, but he holds up a hand: “Shall we let her choose the means?” “Yes!” I interject, “but Kelli should get the same punishment!” He holds out the Buck knife and white satin scarf. “We'll see. If you put on a good show, I'll consider it. But for now, sword or cord, Amy? Your choice…”

“Sword…” I murmur. “Good girl!” He likes that and I’m glad I’ve pleased him. “Now step up to me and put your arms around my neck.” I do it. Do you feel the point?”

“Oh yes! Its sharp, just below my navel!” “ Does it hurt?”
“No!” “Come close…. closer, now hold tight.” I press tight up against him and wrap my arms tight around his neck. The buckles and steel zippers on his leather jacket feel sexy against my bare breasts and belly. I murmur softly, getting wet, and squirm against him. His excitement swells through his thin pants. I feel him stiffen and then he rams the knife straight in, in to the hilt.

I gasp, “Oh, god! I’m run through!” He’s watching me carefully: “Does it hurt now? Don't move.” “Yes…,” I whisper, my voice a rasp. “If you move,” he tells me, “it will cut you worse,” “Ok…,” I manage to nod. “But your legs are getting weak, aren't they?” I wriggle, trying to hold still: “Y-y-y-yes…” My waist muscles are in spasm and they work the tip around deep inside me, so I cry out sharply. “Ai!” He puts a finger over my lips: “Shhhhh!” I moan and look down where my blood’s dripping onto the floor.

He move his lips to my ear and whispers, “I'm going to lower the knife so you can get to your knees with it still inside you. Follow it down.” I obey, looking up at him. “You're not dying yet,” he says. “You can still be saved. Do you want me to save you?” He gives me the sweetest look. I’d do anything for him “Yes!” I sigh.

He unzips: “Then suck my cock, really good!” He twists my hair and pushes my face into his groin. I open wide, surround him and suck. “Swallow it you bleeding cunt!” his voice turns harsh with excitement. I deepthroat. “Suck the chrome off that trailer hitch, bitch!” He slaps the side of my head. I deepthroat faster: “WOOOOOAHHHHH!” deep in my gullet, he shoots so hard I gag, then pulls out so semen spatters my face and breasts.

He tucks his cock away and nods approval: “Not bad…" He smiles and I try to smile back but pain distorts my face. Then he kneels do he’s facing me, still holding me by the hair and the knife in my belly.

I sense new excitement growing in him. “Does my cum taste good bitch!" he demands. “Yes!” I try to put conviction in my voice. “DON'T SPEAK!” he barks in my face: “nod your head,” I do and he mirrors me, a crazy smile on his face, eyes shining: “That's right, faster and faster!" Obediently, I nod harder, not just with my neck now but my whole spine, the rhythm compelling, hypnotic, I drift away from pain into it, nodding…

Then I stiffen in his grip as he turns the blade over inside me and begins sawing up my midline, belly to spine, parting my viscera with slow, deep strokes that barely advance a quarter inch at at a time. "KEEP NODDING" he shouts, close to my face and I try to, struggling not to scream.

My body undulates spasmodically as the blade opens my belly from womb to diaphragm. Hot blue intestines slither out over my helplessly clutching hands, first like wet smoke, then a nest of snakes. I scream, unable to contain it: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” “Good girl!” he nods approvingly. “Let it all come out!” I goggle into his eyes and mutter in wounded confusion: “B-b-but you said you would…” I pause as blood gargles up my throat , “…save me…”

"I AM saving you, from the evils of the world,” he snarls and then, with a fiendish grimace, shrieks in bestial abandon: “GO TO YOUR REWARD!" He levers the blade vigorously and I feel my aorta rupture and gush dark red gravy through my clutching fingers and over the outslid pile of my steaming tripe between us.

I stare at him in shocky disbelief and gasp for air, but only inhale blood and bitter gall. With a mercifully thorough killing stroke, he thrusts up against me, burying his resurrected cock in the ruins of my abdomen, and in the same moment his blade tips upward through my diaphragm and saws my heart In half. Pain sears through me and then turns icy and profound. I cough blood explosively and watch, through fluttering eyelids, his gleeful rapture as he swills arterial gore from my brimming lips.

Final sweats and shudders wrack me as he cradles my head on his shoulder, strokes my cheek and hair, kisses my lips and ear like a lover, and whispers, ”Shhhh! Good girl, good girl… Don’t be ashamed… You're perfect now.” Then he tilts my chin up to watch as my life flushes away.

When I feel the end has come, I elevate my gaze to his blue glare and faint into it, leaving my pain behind. My eyes glaze over in death and I piss myself in a long, hard gush.

He lowers me to the stage, rummages in my chest and stands, holding up my heart. The crowd goes wild. I lie, vacantly seductive, in the wreck of my entrails, ready for offal processing.