This is a collection of images of death where the entire story is told with a single image or just a few.
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The fog obscured everything. Only the sounds of the hunters emerged from the gray curtain of mist. Sudden terror filled his soul as the first arrow struck him in his gut. Two more thudded into his chest as he tried to manage a scream.
The terror ended as the fourth arrow found his pounding heart.
Carload of Death
Sam was ready. The car was parked across from several girls that they had been watching - possible hooker arrest, or maybe they were trying to decide which they wanted to take to bed themselves. One of them was the cop that had tried to arrest his friend, Dag, for some phony drug charge. Dag tried to escape and the cop shot him in the back. He wasn't even armed. Payback time...
Walking past the car, they paid no attention to him. Good.
Lighting the string of firecrackers, he stepped up and tossed them in through the open window. As the first ones started going off, he took aim. Bang! Bang! Bang... The three officers turned to look at the firecrackers as they exploded next to them. Bang! Bang! Bang! Pow! Bang! Pow, Bang!
They never realized what was happening to them until they felt the bullets hit. By the time the last firecracker exploded, he had emptied his clip. Walking around to the driver side he reloaded and carefully aimed at the object of his revenge, already bleeding and dying.
"Say goodbye, bastard." Sam said.
The cop looked up at Sam and started to speak... Pow!
The cop's head slammed back against the headrest then laid over against the door.
Satisfied with the job accomplished, He stuffed the gun under his shirt and walked away. The now warm gun barrel felt good against his skin.
The Arrest
"Read the sonofabitch his rights and let's get the hell out of here."
Don slapped the cuffs in place while the perp struggled.
"You have the right to remain silent." Paul recited in a near monotone, " Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at **Crack**
Unhhhhh!" - "Ahhhghh!" 
A bloody mist erupted from Don's chest and splattered Paul's face, at the same time a small triclke of blood flowed from a small hole next to Paul's badge.
Both officers jerked and stiffened at the impact as the single rifle bullet tore through both men's hearts. They toppled together on top of the handcuffed prisoner. A hail of bullets from fellow officers put an end to the sniper's attack but it was too late for Don and Paul as they lay together in the fading twilight.
The Initiation
"You sure want to join? You can join if you can do anything I say."
"Do you trust me?"
"Sure, Blade, anything you say. I'll do it."
"Here, hold this against your gut. Right in the bellybutton."
"Ok, " he said. "Now what?"
"Let me start pushing it in - just a little..."
"A real man can take a lot of pain..."
Blade started to press the slender katana into Vic's tender navel. Excited by the feelings it aroused in him he started to enjoy the test. Soon however, he was aware that he was starting to feel something else in his crotch.
As he held his own against the pain, he started to feel a bit scared as Blade pressed the tip, still more forcefully. A small trickle of blood escaped is navel and ran down his belly.
"Ooh!" he moaned.
Blade pushed him onto his back on the bed. With one hand on his chest, holding Vic down, he pressed ever harder into his navel. Vic's breathing was getting more rapid and deep.
He had to do something with his swelling manhood. Unzipping his pants, reaching in to find his rock solid cock demanding attention. He started stroking himself as Blade still pressed the tip into his belly. Vic was getting near climax. Blade thought 'why let him enjoy himself like this?" Taking the pleasure all to himself he pressed the blade, slowly, into Vic's bleeding navel. The skin held only briefly against the katana's razor sharp tip. Guiding the blade into Vic's writhing body, he watched his face contort as the sword worked it's way through him. Just as it reached Vic's pounding heart, Vic released his final load into the air. Gasping with pain, he arched his back, raising up to meet the katana's death wound inside him not believing that there could be so much pain, pleasure and awe, he breathed his last.
Katana Warriors
Ken and Randy had practiced many hours over the last weeks and were confident that they were finally ready to set up the cameras tomorrow and tape the great death battle for their film "Katana Warriors" that they would put up on youtube as soon as they could get it up.
"Lets do it again, with the real Katanas." Randy said. "Ok, let's do it." Ken replied. I'll get dressed and we can go out back.
"Are you nuts? Every guy in the dorm will be watching us if we do that."
"But we don't have enough room in here, We'll break something." Ken protested.
"Just be careful, thrust more, swing less." Randy suggested. "And remember, these are sharp."
"Yeah," Ken answered, cautiously testing the edge of the blade. "We should go down to the Dojo and practice with the bamboo swords there."
"What's the matter? Chicken?" Randy taunted, swinging the sword at Ken.
"I'll show you who's chicken." Ken said, jumping at Randy with the sharp blade.
The two jabbed, poked jumped and thrusted their way through the well choreographed moves that they were sure would make their film a hit. Near the end of the routine, Randy jumped backwards to avoid the thrust of Ken's sword that was aimed at his chest. Backing up too far he hit the desk with his butt, tipping the desk back into the wall. Suddenly the printer toppled to the floor and bashed against his heels. "Oww!" he yipped, jumping forward away from the now broken printer. Ken stopped his movements as the printer dropped, watching it, he didn't see Randy jumping toward him.
"Geyaaahhhh!" Ken yelped. "Oh God!. Help!"
He stumbled backward, backing into the bed, he sat down, looking at the katana in his gut.
"Oh Shit!" Randy said as he saw Ken's wounded body.
Running from the room he yelled "Somebody call 911!" "Hurry!"
Ken looked helplessly at his skewered abdomen. Already faltering, he felt faint, shaky and weak.
"Oh Damn." he said. "Not like this." he looked toward the door. "Randy!" he tried to call out but the pain made his call into a whisper. "Help, Please..."
"Nooo, I don't want to die. Please no... I don't want to die..."
"...not alone..."
Moments later Randy and two other students hurried into the room to help, but it was already too late...
Rough Play
Dave and Andy got together as often as they could to play their dark little games. They would find ways to inventively "kill" each other and get the associated thrills out of their invented demises. The play had, however become progressively more aggressive on Andy's part. He would tie Dave up for just a little too long, play just a little too rough and bring Dave to the point of being afraid - for real - before stopping. Afterward Dave realized that he really liked the thrill of the new, rougher play.
Hold Still
Today Andy surprised Dave with a new twist. A cloth soaked with ether starting fluid over his nose and mouth. Dave squirmed in protest but Andy held him in place until he had passed out.
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Passed out
Carefully placing him across the chair, unconscious he stroked Dave's soft bulge in his jeans waiting patiently for him to regain consciousness. The bulge began to grow, signaling that Dave was coming around. Now was the time!
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Playtime's over
Standing now, between Dave's knees he reached for the sword that had been standing in the corner by the door. Holding the sword point in the depression of Dave's bellybutton, he again stroked Dave's bulging crotch. Dave jerked awake!
"Hold still!" Andy ordered, pressing the tip of the blade a little more forcefully into Dave's navel.
"Hey, man, that was way out there but let me up, I think I'm go'na puke."
"Just hold still." Andy again ordered, pressing a little more firmly into Dave's navel.
"Ow! Hey that's too sharp!" Dave protested, "What'd you do, sharpen that thing?"
"Yup. I did it just for you." he answered, pressing still harder.
The point of the sword pressed into Dave's bellybutton so much that it formed a deep depression in his abdomen, his teeshirt started to tear under the strain.
"Aaaaaaghhh!" "Stop it!, you're starting to cut me!" Dave pleaded. A red stain started growing around the sword tip.
Reaching again for Dave's crotch, Andy massaged the growing bulge, bringing it to a painful hard in his snug jeans. Dave's protests were growing louder. He couldn't raise up without stabbing himself, he wasn't enjoying this at all now. "God Dammit, Andy, Stop this, right now! Pleeeeaasseee!"
"OK pal, whatever you say." Andy said, backing off with the sword tip. Dave's rigid muscles relaxed as he felt the pressure relieve. "Whew! That hurts, man!" he said.
"Sorry, man. Maybe this will help."
With that Andy sloooowly pressed the sword deeply into Dave's squirming body. He savored the sensations as the sword penetrated different levels as it passed through Dave. A little resistance, release and more resistance, again a release. Dave's eyes wide in terror, gasping with the release and crying out at the resistance until he struck something that, when he tore through, Dave went limp.
Fascinated by the sensations, Andy slowly withdrew the sword and slowly drove it back in at a different angle. Stroking his manhood with one hand and pushing and pulling the sword with the other until he couldn't hold it any longer.
Never had he experienced such a powerful orgasm. Never had he felt such nervous energy, never before had he felt so exhausted afterward. Driving the sword back in, he sat down and stared at the sight before him. Satisfaction was a fleeting thing.
Now he was going to have to find someone else to play with.
David tossed the sword to Kip. The awesomely handsome incredibly built hunk knew that he really turned the teen on but also knew the meaning of the term "jail bait"
He deftly caught the sword and smiled.
"What's this for?" he asked.
"Stop cleaning the pool and lets have a sword fight."
Glad for the break from the boring job, Kip hefted the sword and looked at the teenager with curiosity. "These are real." He said.
"Sure they are." David said, "They're my dad's. They're sharp too."
Backing away, Kip said. "No. Somebody might get hurt."
"Damn straight!" said David, poking his sword dangerously close to David's face.
"Hey, quit that!" Kip said, angrily blocking the thrusts with his sword. "Stop screwing around! Put these things away."
"Oh, OK, whatever you say ' p o o l b o y !' " David's taunt angered Kip even more but the tried to keep his cool with the boss' son. "Here, take this and put it back." He stepped toward David, offering the sword to him.
"Mind if I put mine away first?"
With that David stepped toward Kip and thrust his sword through Kip's muscular abdomen. "Right in your sixpack, asshole!"
"Gaaahhhhhh!" Kip stumbled backward, falling over the pool ladder into the water.
Grabbing the ladder Kip called for help, struggling to hold on to the ladder.
"Quiet down, somebody'll hear you!" David said. Putting his hand on top of Kip's head he pushed him below the surface and held him there. Struggling against the pain in his gut and the strong teen's hands on his head Kip tried to raise his sword in defense but couldn't get it up through the ladder.
Soon his struggle was over. David knelt by the water and watched as the bloody cloud spread out in the pool, Kip's body convulsed several times, the sword fell from his hand and it dropped to the bottom as kip's body slowly sank.
Gutted Alive
When he awoke from the short struggle, his wrists were bound together and tied and to the bedframe.
"Oh, you're back." Kyle smirked.
"Enjoy your nap?" he asked, "Told you that sleeper hold was a real hoot."
"What the hell? ... What are you doing?"
"Just sending you on a little trip - one way." He smiled down at him. He then revealed the sword that he had been hiding behind his back. Kneeling down Kyle grabbed his shirt and slid it up, revealing the slender, tender belly.
"Ooohhh! Look at that beautiful soft skin. So smooth, so sweet,,,"
"Nooo, Please don't." he pleaded as Kyle rested the cold steel blade on his belly.
"Oh, I like that." Kyle responded. "Beg some more."
"Please... Ughhhh!" The blade was sharp and easily slipped through the tender body and emerged from his back. Pulling up on the tee shirt, Kyle slid his body upward on the blade, and then dropped him to the floor.
"Ooooooggghhhhh!" he moaned.
"I think I'll let you live... for as long as you can like this."
"Nooo, Please, it hurts." he pleaded. "Finish it."
"All in good time." he answered as he started unfastening his pants. "I see you have other things that need to be taken care of here..."
Sam and Wayne
At first it was just having fun sword fighting with the sabers. But then, after getting a small cut on his arm, Sam wanted a chance to "pay back" for the small wound.
Getting more aggressive with the swordplay angered Wayne as he found himself defending himself for real.
"Settle down! Stop this!" Wayne panted as he tried to keep from getting chopped up by the fanatic attacks. What happened next surprised them both.
Wayne started to thrust toward Sam just as Sam stepped forward. The saber point carved into Sam's navel. 
"Aaaaahhhhh!"
Sam stood stunned by the sudden painful wound, but Wayne stood, looking at what had happened and then stepped into Sam and drove the saber to the hilt in his gut. Standing chest to chest, Wayne could see the saber poking out through Sam's back. Sam started shaking and getting weak kneed as they stood together unmoving. As Sam started falling, Wayne held firmly to the sword and let Sam slide down the blade to the floor.
A rapidly spreading pool of blood ran to the wall and along it as he gasped his last breath.
"What the hell just happened?" Wayne wondered, looking at the bloody blade in his hand.
Gutted
My brother never saw it coming. Instead of a hi-five there was a sudden change in Gar's expression. A quick thrust to the gut and he was down. Gar laughed and kicked his side to see if he still was alive. When Tim no longer twitched or moaned, Gar stopped kicking.
Revenge.
The setup was easy. Lure Gar to the rest stop to make the buy. Tell him to wait at one of the tables. No other cars around. Now was the time.
My first arrow hit him low in the gut. He grabbed for the arrow and howled with pain. I stepped out where he could see me.
"You!" he snarled.
"Yeah me," I answered. "This is for my kid brother." I said as I let the arrow fly.
He jerked back as the arrow slammed through his heart. He looked down at the arrow, back up to me and then went limp.
Revenge won't bring my brother back but it will get rid of his sadistic killer.
"Killed Escaping"
The two deputies came into the room, unlocked the cell doors and removed the prisoners. "Sit down." they ordered. Scott and Dale obeyed without question. They were going to be transported to the city for court in the morning - or so they thought. The deputies handcuffed them together and stood in front of them. "Lets do it!" one of them said.
Reaching for their knives, they pulled them from their sheaths place their left hands against their right shoulders pushing them off balance and then drove the knives deep into the unsuspecting young men in what had to have been a very well practiced maneuver.
They died within seconds, both knives having been expertly aimed for their hearts, Scott moaned softly and Dale coughed up blood once as they settled back against the bars and didn't move again.
"What the hell?" the prisoner in the other cell said, jumping to his feet and grabbing the bars.
"Shut up asshole!" the taller deputy barked. "You were shot trying to escape with them too!"
Pulling his sidearm from it's holster, he pumped three rounds into the last prisoner.
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Well Scott and Dale, what can I tell you? You both look way hot in death, especially in the way it came to you. Now, inasmuch as neither of you needs those bodies any longer, and, as your hearts will no longer be called upon to perform their prior function, I would like to suggest that I, out of the goodness of my heart, take your bodies under my care, custody and control, more specifically your dead hearts. Believe me, I will take very good care of them... not coincidentally, as they take very good care of me!
ReplyDeleteWhile we are mutually caring for one another, I will yell, "Bravo! Author! Many thanks, Kyle!!!"