Béla The Vampire Girl - Part 3 (long) free porn video

Book 1: Target Girl
Part 3
Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Béla and Jake were in his apartment, back in town. The backpacks they had taken with them were unpacked into laundry baskets that now needed to get downstairs.

“That can be done later,” Béla said, brushing up against Jake.

She put her arms around him from behind and squeezed. Her hand slid down and wormed its way between his belt and his firm belly as he sucked himself in to accommodate her.

Jake stood, holding his stomach taut and enjoying her attentions for a moment. Ever since Béla had gotten lost on that mesa two days ago, she had been quiet and subdued. He couldn’t even interest her in a game of darts (in her version, of course, she was the dartboard).

Her hand strayed down and brushed against the tip of his cock. Jake was hard and ready to mount her right now, but this was as adventurous as Béla had been for awhile, so he decided not to force her and let her proceed at her own pace. He let her play with his penis, moving her fingers up and down his hard shaft.

Her other hand attempted to unbuckle his belt – a hard enough task from the front. She pulled and tugged on it and finally, when it was distracting her too much from her penis-play, said, “Help me, damn you.”

Grinning, Jake unbuckled his belt and let her work his jeans down to his ankles. Kneeling behind him now, Béla moved her other hand down to his cock and, sandwiching it between both her hands, began rolling it like bread dough as she hugged her cheek against his hips so she could see the results of what she was doing to him.

After a moment of that torture, Jake was ready to spray the mirror in front of them. To get her to stop, he said, “Hey, Baby, Ow! Ropeburn! Okay?”

He turned around and pulled her hands up to his face, kissing her knuckles and smelling the warmth of her sex on her fingers.

“I know where these have been,” he breathed into her fingers.

He licked the middle finger of one hand with his tongue. It tasted like pussy. He grinned and ran his teeth gently across the back of her hand. Béla, now standing, brushed her bellybutton against his cock, playfully finding its tip with her indention, then pressing forward as though to fuck him with her navel.

“I know where I want that,” Béla cooed.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and climbed up his body. Her hard nipples pressed against his chest through her flowery silk blouse.

She pulled herself up further and wrapped her legs around his waist. Jake realized suddenly that all she was wearing was the silk top. Her bottom half was completely bare, her low riders having disappeared somewhere.

Béla slid back and forth on his cock, pleasantly dry-fucking him as she sucked on his lips. Jake was amazed how affectionate she was tonight. Béla usually liked her sex rough and torturous – way beyond any S&M he’d ever experienced.

He let her have her way for several minutes, coating his cock with her juices, getting him more and more aroused. She was being soft and affectionate now, but he knew she would rather be fucked up the ass than the regular way, and the rougher he treated her, the better she liked it.

Béla was getting more into the mood, now, scraping her teeth on his cheek and jawbone. In a minute, she would be nibbling on his neck and he would have to start mauling her little breasts, squeezing her nipples to near bursting and twisting his fists into her belly until they left red marks.

Béla was breathing heavier, now. She moved her hips out away from his body and lowered herself down until her pussy lips touched his hard cock, then pulled toward him, expertly skewering herself as their pelvises collided. Jake felt her juices running down his balls and knew she just had her first of hopefully many orgasms of the evening.

He reached down and pulled her against him by her ass cheeks. In response, Béla bit him lightly on the side of the neck, being careful not to penetrate his skin.

She tightened her legs around his hips and leaned back so he could play with her breasts. Jake took a breast in each hand and twisted them, hard, away from each other. Crying out, Béla clamped her pussy down on his cock in response, so he squeezed harder. They continued this way for a minute or two, faces only inches apart, gazing intently into each other’s eyes. Her eyes glowed with her desire and her teeth were gritted in pain. Her breath was hot against his face and her skin was starting to get slippery as she became more involved and aroused.

Jake walked their entwined bodies toward the wall next to the couch. When he got there, he leaned them both against the wall, Béla being squeezed between, and began slowly pumping in and out of her. The new position was harder for him because of the pressure he had to maintain against Béla and the wall. But being pressed against the wall was easier for Béla. Now she didn’t have to hold herself up and had more freedom to change positions.

Béla increased the speed of her movement as she ground her pelvis against his cock. Jake could tell she was getting ready to ‘switch tunnels’ and increased the length of his movement up and down so he would be well lubricated when he slid into her ass.

Sure enough, a couple of seconds later, she pulled herself completely up off him and jutted forward to change the angle of her pelvis so that, as she lowered herself down again, her anus was pressed against the tip of his cock.

Arching back again, Béla pressed down with her entire body weight as Jake rammed up inside her. He groaned with pure pleasure as her tight splincter muscle slid smoothly and tightly up the entire length of his cock. A deep growl emitted from Béla’s throat as he penetrated her.

Béla pushed away with her arms, making some space between her torso and his. Leaning back against the wall, her legs still tightly wrapped around his waist, Béla took one of Jake’s hands and formed his fingers into a fist. Gazing into his eyes, she positioned his fist against her belly and pulled his arm toward her. She smiled into his eyes, her breath rapid with excitement. Her meaning was clear. She wanted him to punch her in her sexy, tight stomach, and she wanted him to do it until it hurt.

Béla put her hands on his shoulders and closed her eyes, licking her lips. Her hips rocked back and forth, her splincter muscle sliding up and down, tightly caressing his cock. Her legs began to tremble in her desire as she waited for the first blow.

Jake began kneading her belly instead, twisting his arm forward as he slowly pushed his fist deep into her soft flesh, pressing into her torso almost to her spine.

He started out slow, then went faster and faster. Soon, his fists were making a smacking sound as he began actually punching her in her belly.

Béla grunted with each blow and her body shook with every brutal impact. She began leaking girl-cum and piss all over his cock and it was trickling down his legs.

Finally, Béla’s stomach hurt too much and her legs were trembling too hard hold herself up any longer. She started to slip down too far for Jake to maintain his slippery thrusting into her ass.

But instead of reaching down and pulling her up by her ass cheeks again, he gripped her waist with both hands, and, digging his fingers and thumbs deep into her flesh, lifted her higher up on the wall. Her legs trembled harder as her body responded to the cruel grip with another orgasm. Then she continued grinding her ass up and down on his hard cock. By now, Jake was standing in a wet puddle of mostly girl-cum that had leaked out over his balls and legs to the floor.

Béla’s eyes were squeezed shut and her teeth were clenched as Jake punched her one final time, causing a short burst of fluids to spray out from her pussy all over the base of his cock and his balls.

For a moment, Béla lay slack against the wall, a tiny whimpering sound coming from her throat. Then, with an obvious cry of pain, she jutted her pelvis forward again, forcing her bruised and sore stomach muscles back to work.

She continued pumping, now making little mewling sounds with each thrust. Jake knew her rectum was starting to burn from the friction (he could feel it, too), but he also knew she wasn’t about to stop until she came at least one more time.

To help her out, Jake dug the nails of one hand into one of her breasts, and twisted hard. Béla cried out and blood welled up beneath his nails.

He did the same to her other breast. Now, both her breasts were bleeding from tiny fingernail punctures. Then he dug his nails deep into her soft, sore stomach, turning and twisting his arm as he dug his hand deeper.

He kept his fingernails rough and uncut for just this purpose. When his fingernails would split or break, he would leave them be, knowing Béla loved being sliced up with the rough edges on his nails. He dug his fingernails in deeper, feeling a split nail break off in her skin. He could feel blood making her skin slippery where he was gouging her.

Béla began a high keening sound and bucked her hips against his body. She threw her head back, striking the wall. Jake released her belly, grabbed both her breasts and squeezed them hard, digging his fingernails into her again. Béla cried out, her body spasming several times in orgasm.

Then she totally relaxed, going completely limp, and sliding down the wall. As she slid down, Jake’s cock popped out of her ass and rubbed against Béla’s sopping wet pussy lips as she slid down toward the floor.

As Jake felt her hot, wet pussy lips enfold his cock, he shoved forward, trying to force himself back inside her. But Béla was nearly unconscious and couldn’t stop her downward slide.

Jake’s hard, wet cock felt like it was breaking as Béla’s torso continued down, forcing his cock out from between her legs to slide along the front of stomach and jab into one of her sore, bleeding breasts.

As her wet butt hit the floor, Béla’s eyes jerked open from the bounce and she discovered Jake’s hard, smelly cock only inches from her face.

She smiled up at him, holding her bruised and aching stomach with one hand and breathing hard, short gasps of air. Her body was covered with sweat and she smelled funky – well fucked..

Lifting her hand shakily, she reached out a finger and touched the slippery surface of his cock as she gazed at it. Her finger came away wet and slippery. Curious, she wearily licked her finger with her tongue. Then she grinned, still looking extremely used up.

She leaned forward to breathe in the aroma of Jake’s cock, then she wiped the tip of it on her swollen left nipple.

Then, grabbing his hips, she pulled Jake forward and delicately licked his hard, ready cock from its base to its tip. Then she smiled up and him and said, “Fuck my face, please.”

Jake readily pressed forward, placing his cock directly in front of her mouth. Béla surrounded the head of his cock with her puckered lips while he pressed slowly forward, noticing that the pressure of her lips against his hardness wasn’t nearly as intense as the tight, rolling pressure of her splincter muscle.

He began fucking her mouth, slowly moving his cock in and out. He knew, from experience, not to go too fast or get too rough right away. If he started to lose control, he knew she would use her teeth as brakes to slow him down. It had only happened once. After that, he was a very considerate mouth fucker.

Jake ran his hands through her luxurious black hair, intoxicated by its silky smoothness and the smell of their sex.

As he moved his cock in and out of Béla’s mouth, Béla’s fingers moved up and down the crack of his ass, massaging his anus and the sensitive area just behind his nuts, causing the cum to start rising in his cock.

Jake stopped moving, trying to delay his inevitable climax, knowing he was leaking cum into Béla’s mouth. It felt like she was trying to suck it out of him.

“Oh, God! Let me ram it down your throat!” he pleaded, tightening his belly to slow his approaching orgasm.

In response, Béla sucked him into her mouth a little further, and stuck a finger up into his puckering anus. Jake grabbed her head and slammed his pelvis into her face, hoping to God she didn’t bite off his dick. He felt her throat constricting around the head of his cock as she choked on his cum, but (Thank you, Lord) she didn’t bite him.

Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jake lay in bed listening to Béla’s breathing as she slept. She was a perfect little package of the sweetest sex he had ever had. In addition to that, she was actually interesting to talk to. She had her own opinions, based more on her own observation rather than some popular guru’s jaded views, and didn’t seem particularly interested in girlie things like fashion, this week’s acceptable appearance or who the hottest actor or actress was.

And, for as young as she looked, Béla knew a lot about people – especially men. She knew men’s strengths, their weaknesses, how to kill them and how to make love to them.

Jake was beginning to realize that if he spent the rest of his life with her, he still wouldn’t learn everything there was to know about her. Every time they talked, he learned something he hadn’t known. And it was always something obvious – some plainly observable truth that had simply never occurred to him.

Of course, she had the advantage of being able to read minds. She had probably gotten a lot of her experience from observing others and the mistakes they made, making Béla the only person in the world who had actually learned something from other peoples’ mistakes.

All that, along with her four thousand years of personal experience surviving on this planet was enough to keep him fascinated for a lifetime.

Still, he felt something unique to all of her experience had happened to her when she had been lost during that last night in the desert – something that rattled her basic beliefs (yes, he was sure she had them), and changed her perspective about life, itself.

Something happened that caused Béla to withdraw from living. Oh, she went through the motions and she was a pretty good actor, but even in this brief time that Jake had known her, he had seen her interest in life disappear.

She went from exotic and unique, to mundane and common. She settled, now; and no longer reached out. What had drawn Jake to her in the first place was Béla’s ability to create her own life. But now, she had been bested by something, and it broke her.

That was it, Jake realized, as he thought through the morass of significance regarding Béla. She was broken. She was no longer creating her own life. She had lost interest in the Great Adventure.

And, he had no idea what to do about it.

As the days went by, Jake and Béla had sex on a regular basis, but Béla’s wanton lust was subdued. She did her best, pretending to be interested, but she let Jake take the lead every time, and was satisfied with whatever orgasmic pleasure he gave her.

Life went on in that mundane manner for a couple of weeks, Jake going to work and coming home and Béla slipping slowly away from him into her own private dream world, spending most of her days sleeping in or watching TV.

Then one morning, Jake got up early, an idea brewing in his mind.

He needed to get Béla interested in some of her previous activities again. She was getting too introverted and listless for the last few weeks

Also, he missed the violent sex games they used to play. Jake missed penetrating Béla’s sweet, soft body with sharp objects or bullets, then fucking the shit out of her ruined body while he watched it heal before his eyes. It was always amazing to watch. Her female sexuality seemed impossible to destroy, although he had a lot of fun trying to.

He put on a pot of coffee – extra strong, the way she liked it - and lit several wide candles – the kind that collected little pools of really hot wax in them. Then he got the dartboard out, hung it on the wall and stuck the handful of darts he found into it.

When the coffee was ready, he poured Béla a cup and, picking up a lit candle, carried the coffee and the candle into the bedroom. Béla was lying on her stomach with her covers kicked off so that only one leg was partially covered. Her other leg was hitched up in front of her stomach, like she had fallen asleep while crawling up the bed. Jake felt himself start to harden, gazing at the curves that Béla’s back and sexy ass presented to him.

He held the candle over Béla’s back as she slept. Tilting it slightly, he dribbled a few drops of hot wax onto the small of her back. Her body twitched, her curvy hips moving back and forth. He dribbled more wax up, then down her back until he reached the crack of her ass. Then, drip by drip, he began to fill the crack of her ass with candle wax, slowly moving down toward her anus.

Béla was moaning in her sleep, now, her hips moving back and forth. Jake wished she was dreaming of some hot sexual fantasy that she might want to try later, but he seriously doubted it. He began dripping hot wax directly onto her puckered anus. Béla’s moans became louder, then stopped.

“God damn you!” she muttered, her face buried in her pillow.

She moved her hands down beneath her body to caress her pussy and, moving her fingers back and forth on her clitoris, tilted her ass even further upward, obviously inviting him to continue despite her curse.

“Go ahead,” she said, her voice still muffled by her pillow, “do whatever. Make me come, then go away.”

Jake dribbled more candle wax directly onto her puckered anus, then, moving over the area where her fingers were playing with her clitoris, began dribbling hot candle wax onto her fingers and into her pussy.

“Oh, God!” Béla’s muffled voice sounded from the other end of the bed, her hips twitching. Jake always admired the way the muscles of her ass tightened when she came.

Her body relaxed onto the bed. Jake set down the candle and said, “Coffee?”

He set the wide, shallow cup on the bed, next to her pillow. It was only half full so she wouldn’t spill it when she moved.

Béla sullenly turned her head to look at it, her beautiful, tousled, black hair covering half her face. She moved her arms up so she could lever herself over using her elbows. Musky girl-scent filled the air when she moved. Jake closed his eyes and breathed it in deeply.

Béla moved her face over the coffee cup and delicately, noisily, sucked some into her mouth.

“Ah! Hot!” she said, sounding pleased. Then in a less pleasant voice, she said, “I have wax all over my ass!”

“And in your cunt, too.” Jake cheerfully added. “Would you like me to pick it out for you?”

“No, thanks,” said Béla. “Off my ass, yes. Out of my pussy, no.”

Jake didn’t know it, but she was severely traumatized about anyone sticking anything in her pussy that wasn’t a penis. She didn’t even like people looking down there anymore, lest they get ideas. She had never told Jake about the terrible things that had happened to her on the mountain and what she, herself, had done, and she knew she never would.

Jake sighed. He knew she had changed. He knew when she had changed. He just didn’t know why.

He began to peel candle wax off her back and out of the crack of her ass and toss it into the little waste basket next to the bed. When he got close to her pussy, Béla turned over and got out of bed, disappearing into the bathroom.

Jake sighed, feeling rejected, and went out into the kitchen and poured his coffee. He began throwing darts, not caring if he hit the board or not.

Some time later, Béla came into the kitchen, carrying her cold coffee cup. They’d made it a rule not to leave dishes in the bedroom.

“Ooo, darts!” she cooed, but that was all the interest she could manage right now.

A month ago, she would have danced over to the dartboard, indicated the little bulls eyes her nipples made on her tits and said, “I’m ready! Do me, baby,” and he would throw entire handfuls of darts at one time into her sweet, soft flesh until she was insane with pain and lust. Then they would fuck on the floor, smearing her blood between their sweating bodies until they were both too raw to fuck any more.

Now, Jake watched her pour some cereal into a bowl and get milk out of the fridge. She poured both the milk and her cold coffee over the cereal.

Jake continued watching as she moved around the kitchen. Béla was wearing one of his old shirts. She used to hate clothing. When she was in private she would run around naked as much as possible. Now, it seemed that maybe she was trying to hide from something, or someone. She didn’t even show up at her club anymore, for fear someone would want to take her into the Target Room. She’d even said as much.

“You know, I’d protect you, if you’d just tell me what you need protection from.” Jake said aloud, more in response to his thoughts than anything else.

Béla turned toward him. “What?” she asked, looking puzzled.

“Nothing,” Jake muttered. “I was just talking to myself.”

Béla munched a spoonful of corn flakes.

“Are you going to the Club, today?” he asked, trying to get a rise out of her.

“I don’t know,” she said, sounding disinterested, “maybe.”

“You know, I don’t mean to carp,” Jake started to say, “and I know it’s none of my business, but… Why don’t you just give it to Frank?”

There. He’d said it.

“Give what?” Béla stopped. “Oh, you mean the Club. Yeah. I’ve thought about it. But, I think I might get back into it one of these days. It was fun, you know.”

She noisily sucked in another spoonful of corn flakes, vainly hoping Jake would change the subject, but knowing somehow he wasn’t going to leave her alone.

“Yes, I remember. Everything was fun,” said Jake, annoyed, now, “but that carefree fun-loving Béla is hiding in there, somewhere.”

Béla knew what he was trying to do. She was fond of him, but there were things the vampire in her just couldn’t trust him to know, like the fact that she’d murdered three people up on the mountain the night she’d gone missing.

“Please, Jake, give me time,” she said softly, wishing the subject hadn’t come up, but not blaming Jake. ‘Blame’ was simply not part of her personality.

She stood silently in the middle of the kitchen. The only audible sound was her noisy munching of corn flakes, but Béla’s mind was in turmoil, trapped in the past, back on the mesa.

‘Abomination! Witch! Half-breed! I offer you an end…’
‘You are a mistake that needs correction… You have no right to survive.
‘She's a vampire!
‘There are no answers for a non-entity.
‘I offer you an end to your loneliness… the only peace you will ever find…
‘Come down, little half-breed, and I will give you the peace you so badly desire…’

Sometimes, like now, the words crowded out everything else. Sometimes she heard her father’s last words to her, uttered many thousands of years ago:

‘You are the future hope of both our peoples. You must survive.’

‘I must survive!’ she thought miserably. How can I help but do otherwise? I cannot seem to die…’

But other words crowded back in, from the hunter who had staked her on the mountain.

‘Abomination! Non-entity! Vampire!
‘There are no answers for you! For you, there is only death!
‘Only death!
‘Only death!’

‘An End! Please! An End to this! Give me peace!’

She became aware of Jake’s face inches from her own, his hands gently shaking her shoulders, a concerned and frightened look in his eyes. He was saying her name – the one she used now. There were tears streaming down her cheeks and the cereal bowl lie broken on the floor. Coffee-colored milk oozed slowly across the tiles.

“Did – did I say anything?” Béla whispered to Jake, her voice shaking slightly, sounding small and frightened.

“No,” he lied.

He didn’t understand.

‘An end to what?’

Chapter 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a week later. Béla stood next to the bar dressed in a G-string covered by a short skirt with a halter-top tied in front, and tried to look casual as she stared at the empty stage surrounded by noisy male customers. She was waiting for Frank to announce her so she could go up there and parade her body in front of everyone.

This insane plan was actually Jake’s idea. The two of them had spent the previous weekend bar hopping and checking out strip-tease acts a hundred miles away in Helena. That had been Jake’s idea, too, to get away and go someplace new.

As they were watching one hot little blonde pour melted wax over her breasts and belly, Jake had said, “I bet you could do that. You can dance better than her; that’s for sure! You just need a gimmick.”

He thought for a moment as they watched, then said, “I think I have an idea that would be perfect for you!”

He told her what it was. He was delighted that she agreed to try it, and had been over-solicitious to her every whim since then.

Frank, her bartender and manager, set a glass in front of her. Her mind brought back to the present by the sound, Béla looked at it and shook her head.

“Are you nervous?” Frank asked, grinning.

He was finding it hard to believe that Béla was suddenly afraid of everything. In the thirty-odd years that he’d known her, she had always been foolishly fearless. Now, something had finally scared the hell out of her so that she was behaving almost rationally – like she actually had an interest in her own survival.

“Terrified,” Béla admitted. “I’m so nervous I’m soaking wet under this silly costume.”

“That’s all right. Wet girls look sexier.” They both laughed. “You ready for me to announce you?” Frank asked.

Béla stared at her old friend and lover for a moment, her eyes wide with terror.

“Frank…” Béla whimpered, her voice shaking, “I don’t think…”

“Shhhh!” Frank smiled at her. Then he came around the end of the bar and hugged her tightly, pressing her forehead into his neck and shoulders. He had seen Béla do this to other terrified beginners and it was the only thing he could think of to help her.

“Just surround yourself with ‘calm’,” he whispered into her ear. “Remember how good you are.”

Then he could feel inside her, how horrified something had made her. Someone had convinced her that she somehow didn’t deserve to live. She was living her life from day to day, actually waiting for something or someone to strike her down, like she deserved.

“Oh, God, baby,” Frank snared, holding her tighter as his mind filled with loathing and disgust. “What did Jake do to you?”

“What?” Béla asked, startled and pulling away. Then she was suddenly aware that she’d let him into her mind. He could see how unnerved she felt. “No… It wasn’t Jake, I swear. It was…”

Frank felt her sudden separateness. He was just holding a pretty girl in his arms, now. Her mind was closed to him.

“We go back a long ways…” he whispered, staring into her wide, dark eyes. “No matter what’s happened, I believe in you. I am always here for you. You understand?”

Béla nodded, smiling nervously. Then she kissed him. It was a very tender kiss, and not nearly as long as Frank would have liked it to be.

“I’m ready,” she whispered, then turned away and stepped toward the stage.

“And now, folks, introducing our very own sweet, exotic Béla, on stage now,” Frank’s voice spoke huskily over the microphone. “Let’s give her a big hand, guys – she’s been away far too long and she needs to know she’s been missed!”

Some of the patrons applauded as Frank began to speak, then more joined in as he finished announcing her.

The jukebox started and she stepped up on the stage.

“Well yer a reel tough cookie with uh long his-to-rie…”

Béla jerked her shoulders back and forth, then jutted her chest forward.

“O’ breakin’ liddle hearts lack the wun in me…”

Her customers whooped and cheered her on, one of her regulars giving her the ‘thumbs up’. She smiled and blew him a kiss.

Béla was feeling pretty comfortable on the stage, even with all the men staring at her. That was probably because she knew most of the patrons, and had fucked at least half of them in the Target Room.

She started pulling off her costume, tossing pieces out into the crowd. They cheered her on as she became more relaxed, her body remembering the adulation of her many lovers who greeted her now.

She was down to her G-string by the time the first song ended. The music changed, but it was the same, rich, powerful voice. Béla grinned over at Frank, who was feeding the jukebox. He knew how much she loved to dance to this music. It made Béla feel aroused and alive.

Balancing carefully on her spike heels, she knelt down at the edge of the stage, being sure to wiggle her ass at her customers, and took a wicked looking hunting knife from her little bag.

Jutting her crotch forward, Béla grabbed her G-string in her fist and pulled it up, a wedgie outlining her glistening pussy for all to see. She took the knife and slid it inside the G-string, flat against her skin, and threatened to slash the skimpy garment off her body.

She was glad that Jake had made her practice this in the apartment. The first time she’d tried to slice through that seemingly fragile material, the serrations in the knife blade had simply pulled the stretchy fabric into shreds instead of slicing cleanly.

Now, she knew exactly how to hold the knife so that it would make a clean slice right next to where she had the skimpy fabric bunched up in her fist.

She looked out at all the men watching her. They were all cheering, hungry for more. Some threw money on the stage. With a rapid motion, she pulled the material even tighter against her crotch and slashed the tiny G-string from her glistening body. She stood swaying in front of the crowd, her pussy dripping wet as the jukebox wailed, “I’m gonna dance – for – you!”

Everyone went wild, whistling and cheering. Slashing the waistband off, Béla tossed the ruined G-string out toward one of her customers and swung her hips wildly around with the beat of the heavy instrumental pounding out of the stage speakers. She was totally naked, now, dancing and holding the wicked looking knife as she gazed into the hungry eyes of the men watching her wild gyrations.

Everyone stared eagerly at her, yelling, whistling and grabbing each other – “Did you see that? Oh God! She's fantastic! Béla! I love you! – wondering with amazed faces and cheering throats what she would do next.

Béla swayed her hips back and forth for a moment, moving the gleaming blade up and down, stroking her body – soft, brightly-lit female flesh against hard, shiny steel blade. She could feel every aroused mind in the place, flooding her, filling her soul with adulation and admiration, and want – especially want. Every man there badly wanted her.

As the song continued, Béla treated with the shiny steel blade as though it were attached to a lover, pressing the sharp tip against and distorting the roundness of her breasts almost to the point of penetrating her skin, making love to the blade; pressing it into her navel, then bending forward so that only the handle was still visible with a pretended look of agony on her face.

Then she straightened up and the knife was still shiny and clean and she wasn’t hurt at all; the sly grin on her face saying, ‘Ha-ha, fooled you. I’m not even scratched. See?’

Then she started to shave, beginning with her upper thighs, flashing the blade ever closer to the soft, tender flesh between her legs. When she began scraping the sharp blade over her pubic mound, she made sure the sharp, shiny blade touched and caressed every tiny fold of her exquisitely bare pussy.

The crowd grew quieter, enraptured as they gazed upon the object of every man’s desire – everyone realizing that this was a rare experience for each of them as they studied the delicate folds of pink flesh that each had touched with hand or cock in the past, but few had actually gazed upon.

They stared raptly, mesmerized and memorizing every detail as Béla displayed each and every fold of her flesh, highlighting the folds of her pussy with the shiny, deadly blade, not missing any part of her anatomy. She could smell male sex in the air and knew that a least a few of the men staring between her legs had wasted their cum by spurting it into their shorts.

She ‘shaved’ her pussy, her legs and her belly with the knife blade. Then, dropping to her knees, she picked out the closest person in front of her and, her eyes full of lust, began to masturbate with the knife handle. There was too much sex in the air, now. This, or simply throwing herself off the stage and into the crowd to be ravaged, was the only thing she could do.

After her first orgasm, Béla gave each person in the front row the vision of the knife handle moving in and out of her pussy several times before moving on to the next person. Several patrons reached out, caressing or squeezing her nylon clad thighs, but the sharp end of the knife waving in front of their noses as the handle moved in and out of her cunt kept them from getting any closer.

With all that male handling, Béla actually had two more orgasms by the time she reached the other side of the stage. But she was satisfied that everyone who had so selfishly grabbed her had gasped and moaned as they shot their loads into their pants, unable to resist the sight and scent of her sweet cunt, only a few inches away, being actively fucked by that knife handle.

When the jukebox finally stopped, there were more dollar bills lying on the stage floor than Béla had ever seen on that stage before, for anyone. Frank’s bar girls would be very happy cleaning that up.

Exhausted and with her entire body glistening in the hot lights, Béla knelt, gasping from her last orgasm. The guy in front of her reached out and took her sweat-slicked hands in his and gushed about how terrific she was. Then he pressed a ten-dollar bill into her palm. Béla grinned as he stood up and she saw the wet mess in his suit pants below his belt.

As her loudly adoring crowd began to move, the powerful scent of male cum assaulted her nose and eyes, giving her the strength she needed to get back on her feet. She stepped off the stage with wobbly knees, wondering where her heels had disappeared to.

Frank got her attention and waved her over to the bar. “The ‘Target Club’ has declared an emergency meeting,” he told her. “They are all primed and ready. You have an hour and fifteen minutes until the midnight show.”

“What?” she said, surprised at how soon the next show was. “What time is it?”

“Almost eleven.” Frank said, grinning at her. “You were up there for forty minutes. Quite a show, hot stuff. Now, go fuck your adoring fans.”

‘Wow! Forty minutes! No wonder my legs are shaking!’ she thought excitedly to herself.

She waved to Jake, sitting across the room. He had been right. This was exactly what she needed. She looked to see that the light over the Target Room door was lit. Smiling in anticipation, she walked into the room naked, still perspiring from her performance on the stage. There were about twenty men there. She smiled and presented her hot, sweaty body to them.

“Does anyone want to clean me up?” she offered, raising her arms.

Then there were hands all over her body. They carried her to the table in the middle of the room and presented her with cocks of all sizes to be used in any way she saw fit.

She pulled the closest man up on the table with her and made him lay down on his back. Then she straddled him. And with an “Oh, God!” she sank her hot, juicy cunt down until his dick completely disappeared inside her.

Someone climbed up on the table behind her, and, grabbing her hips with both hands, shoved the head of his cock up against her anus. Béla arched her back and pressed her tits against the man she was impaled on, then shoved backward, skewering her ass with her unknown assailant’s cock.

She raised her head, opening her mouth in a cry of ecstasy. Someone shoved a hard cock into it and began fucking her face. Realizing she was no longer in control, Béla eagerly swallowed the huge cock down her throat as far as it would go and humped away, eager for a long, satisfying ride.

A one point, she was being held in the air with her feet off the floor, skewered in her pussy and her ass, sandwiched between two very large men. They took turns, one holding her up while the other fucked her, and then he would hold her steady while the first one reamed her ass. When the man in front came in her pussy, he moved out of the way, letting her fall head first down to the floor, her rear end held in the air by the cock in her ass and two huge hands gripping her hips tight enough to crush them. She recognized that special touch.

“Hi, Adam,” she called out, supporting her upper body off the floor with her arms. “Having fun?”

She felt him spurt his hot cum up her ass and quickly got her legs underneath her as he let go of her. The last time Adam had done that, he’d simply pulled out and dropped her, cracking both her knees.

Now, her admiring fans were taking turns fucking her raised rear end, both from the front and the back, as they balanced her upside down on her shoulders and head, cum running down her front and her back and dribbling onto her face and hair.

After a while, Béla found herself back on the table in the middle of the room, with someone on each end of her. No one seemed to mind shoving their cocks into her cum-filled holes. She was getting fucked in the ass more, now, so she figured her cunt was probably too sloppy to use. She was sure she’d fucked more guys than were originally in the room when she started. She looked toward the door, stretching the cock in her mouth sideways.

Yes, there were still people coming in. As the unnamed cock she was sucking on spurted it’s sweet, salty load down her throat, she felt someone toweling her off between her legs. Then a huge cock was shoved into her pussy, stretching her insides, filling her, and making her come, instantly.

‘This is getting to be a wonderful ride,’ she thought ecstatically, and concentrated on sucking the not-so-fresh cock that was just shoved into her mouth.

‘I know where this has been,’ she thought, recognizing the taste of her own ass.

She didn’t make the midnight show.

Chapter 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jake watched men going in and out of the Target Room door for a couple of hours. It was his job to make sure each of them used a key card to get in. Béla handed those cards out individually to people she wanted in her club. Jake was often surprised at some of the sleezeballs and roughnecks she invited in, but he remembered what she’d told him and Frank about club entrance policies.

“If somebody wants in to the Target Room and doesn’t have a key-card, you go talk to them. I trust that you both are good at determining who’s normal and who’s a desperate psychotic. If the guy just wants to come in and have a good time, tell him he needs to get a personal invite from me. But, if the guy feels weird, or acts jumpy or something, i.e. unstable, let him in! I’ll handle him! I don’t want him going out on the street and hurting some innocent girl simply because he couldn’t get his rocks off here! Got it?”

They got it.

‘Jeez! She has to have fucked at least thirty guys by now!’ Jake thought excitedly, counting back the number of times he’d seen someone go through that door.

He anticipated what he was going to find when he finally went into the Target Room himself. He had a pretty good idea of what thirty cocks could do to a girl, just from knowing what thirty rounds of .022 ammo did to Béla’s slender body. Those bullets had completely ruined her sexual organs, but that hadn’t stopped him from fucking her, anyway. He got excited just thinking about what Béla’s cunt would feel like with all that cum in her, imagining it to be very similar to shoving his cock into her bloody, ruined pussy just after emptying a gun into it.

When Béla didn’t come out of the Target Room by one o’clock, Jake went in to see if she was all right. No one had gone in or out for the last fifteen minutes or so.

The room was empty except for Béla. She was on the table in the center of the room, lying very still and alarmingly unmoving, her upper body twisted around like she had been turned backwards. The smell of sex filled the room. Her body was glistening, absolutely covered with cum, despite the fact that there were several damp, sticky terry cloth towels strewn around on the floor. Jake closed the door behind him.

Jake sighed in relief, not even realizing he’d been holding his breath when Béla rolled over at the sound of the door closing. She turned toward him, smiling.

“Nice man want fuck Béla, yes?” she cooed at him, her fingers caressing her cum-covered belly.

“Nice man want fuck Béla,” Jake said, copying her tone. He held up the knife she had used on stage. “With this…”

“Ooo! Yes! Béla like!” she said, still role-playing the oriental prostitute. Her club members seemed to like her best when she played that role.

Jake laughed, laying down the knife next to her on the sticky surface of what she called her sacrificial table. “God. You were great out there. You could take that act on the road and make a fortune!”

“I have a fortune, thank you.” Béla said, as herself. She sat up; lovingly rubbing sticky cum into her belly and breasts like it was vanishing cream.

“I really needed that!” She told him, relief in her voice that he seemed to approve of her like this. “I didn’t know my batteries were that low!”

“Well, Ah’m just glad t’ help, ma’am,” Jake drawled, pulling his old cowboy act. He was staring hungrily as she caressed her glistening belly and breasts.

“Want some?” she asked, pulling her hand away from her belly.

A long strand of mucus strung out from her fingers to her belly. Raising her fingers to her mouth, she licked it off. They both laughed. Jake kissed her face. He tasted cum on her mouth. Her lips were slippery with it. Her hair and face were speckled with it.

“Is there any place they didn’t get you?” he asked, laughing as a strange excitement raced through his belly.

“Nope. When you come in here, you get to fuck whatever hole you can find.” Béla said. “That’s the rules of the Target Club. There are no rules. Except for ‘No fighting over the nooky’!”

“God,” Jake whispered, his voice filled with awe at the sensations raging through him.

Placing his hands on Béla’s cum-slicked breasts, he felt his way down the curves of her body – her slippery ribs, her slender but well-muscled waist, moving one hand around to the front of her stomach and down toward her pelvic area.

Béla eagerly scooted back and spread her legs wider to allow Jake access between her legs, surprised, but delighted at the rapture Jake was feeling as he handled her well-used body. Never in her entire existence has she ever met a man who wasn’t put off by her willingness to experience sex in all its aspects – until Jake, that is.

And her certainty about Jake hinged on what he would do once his hand was between her legs, feeling the undeniable evidence that she had been fucked dozens of times in this solitary, single night. She waited anxiously, her legs and belly trembling a little with nervous excitement as Jake’s hand traveled down her stomach in its exploration of her ravaged body.

Jake backed away slightly, moving to one side to let his free hand explore Béla’s heavily scented lower half. He pressed his lips against hers once again as his hand slid down to encounter the top of her cum-covered slit and her hard little clitoris.

Béla moaned at his touch down there and Jake changed his hand movement to a circular pattern, rubbing two fingers around and around her slippery clit. Someone, perhaps more than one, had pulled out while fucking her, and sprayed cum all over her pussy lips and her clitoris, and Jake was rubbing another man’s cum into her skin while he kissed her.

Béla broke their kiss, gasping for air and amazed at how aroused she was getting. Jake was obviously feeding her his own aroused sensations, which would explain how quickly her body was responding to him, even after all the earlier fucking she’d done.

Jake chuckled at Béla’s gasp and the way her skin was starting to flush, and moved his hand farther down, stroking her puffy, swollen pussy lips with his middle finger sliding right down the middle and becoming completely covered in sticky, lukewarm cum.

He marveled at how hot and wet she was, and how thick the wetness was at the entrance of her pussy. As he shoved two fingers deeper inside, some part of his mind suggested that he was dipping his fingers into an entire jar of Vaseline that had been melted and simply poured inside her pussy, filling it to overflowing.

But the scent of her told him it wasn’t Vaseline he was sinking his fingers into and stirring around – it was cum; pumped, spurt by spurt, into her well-used cunt until she couldn’t hold any more and it flowed out over her pussy lips and down to her ass…

Jake was finding it hard to breathe, and his cock was raging hard as he moved his fingers out of Béla’s cum-filled pussy and slid further down her slit to find her ‘back door’ as used and full of cum as her cunt.

As he pulled his hand away and slid it back up her torso, the powerful scent of used male cum was suddenly overpowering. Béla was whimpering with her need, having had her sexuality both stirred and shaken with Jake’s exploration of her used body.

Jake practically pulled her off the table against him, embracing her, kissing her as hard as he could, stunned and surprised that the smell and taste of cum all over her could arouse him in such a fashion. He honestly hadn’t known that the feel of another man’s cum on his woman would excite him this way.

Béla embraced Jake as he squeezed her, laughing and moaning her desire between his ardent kisses and sliding her slippery breasts and belly against his chest. She kissed him deeply for several minutes, their tongues entwined. Jake noticed she was getting increasingly excited and wild, deliberately squirming in his arms so that Jake could feel how slippery with cum she was, now that she knew he liked that.

Holding on to her was like embracing a hot, slippery, cum-covered, sex machine. He grinned, perhaps because his ego was being inflated. She’d done thirty men and she was still horny for him.

Béla yanked his pants down without undoing his belt and twisted around in his arms, presenting Jake with her backside. Sliding halfway up on the table again, she let Jake guide her down onto his long, hard cock.

There was so much cum inside her pussy that Jake could barely feel the flesh of her pussy walls at all. But ramming his cock into her over and over while she was so super-slick and filled with cum was an incredible sensation – so much power squashing into her filled pussy, splashing into an ocean of slick cum surrounded by a hot, hungry, cock-devouring cunt!

After a moment of frenzied fucking, Béla ‘switched tunnels’ again and they both began grinding away, each desperate for the need to climax. Béla ground her slippery ass against Jake’s belly, his cock deep in her cum-filled anus. His arms were wrapped around her from behind, one hand squeezing her slippery left breast, one hand clutching her sticky, slippery belly, holding her in place and loving the way her slippery body twisted and wriggled as they fucked.

Béla raised her head around, looking at Jake’s face. His jaws were clenched and his eyes were squeezed shut with the intensity of the incredible sensations he was experiencing.

“You brought… something… with you,” Béla grunted the words out between thrusts. “You said… you were… going… to fuck… me… with it.”

Distracted for a moment, Jake found that Béla had managed to work the handle of the knife into his hand. The way she had placed it in his hand, the tip of the blade was beginning to bite into her abdomen. A little trickle of blood mixed with cum was already running down her belly. The blade was pointed inward toward her stomach, its tip gouging her flesh as they fucked.

Jake grunted and shot his cum deep into Béla’s ass, his cock throbbing almost painfully. The very thought of using the knife on her was so sexually overpowering that he still felt rock hard even after he came. His cock seemed filled with electricity and was, if possible, even harder than before.

Béla looked up at him, her body quivering from the sensation of his hot explosion into her ass, and from her own unfulfilled need. She arched her neck and shoulders back further against his chest and looked up over her shoulder, gazing up into his eyes. Clenching her teeth and throwing her head back even further, she pulled on the hand holding the knife.

She gasped, sucking air into her lungs in agony as the hot knife sank into her soft stomach. In only a few seconds, it was sunk in to the hilt, and blood was beginning to trickle out around the edge of the blade. Then she was leaning over the table and hunched over the knife as well, her orgasm so powerful that she was unable to support herself. She felt Jake shoot another hot load of cum up her ass and came again as his cock twitched inside her.

They sat down heavily on the floor and rested awhile, then Béla moved down and began to suck on Jake’s limp, sticky and very smelly dick. In a few moments, it was halfway hard, so Béla slid up on top of him and managed to get it into her slippery well-used pussy.

Jake pulled the knife out of her belly, surprised that half the blade was missing and the rest was pitted and corroded. Before he had time to think about how her unusual body handled foreign objects, Béla put Jake’s hand on the half-healed knife wound in her belly, and pushed one of his fingers into it. She felt his cock instantly throb and get harder inside her, filling her up as it grew.

“Don’t go too deep,” she warned him, holding his finger to let him know he could safely rim her wound, but that was all. “Any deeper, you’ll get burned.”

As she moved slowly up and down on his cock, she let him play with the extra hole he’d made, blood dripping down and making their bellies red with its own stickiness as it healed.

As their sexual frenzy increased again, Béla began bouncing up and down on Jake’s cock while two of his fingers were savagely reaming out her wound. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out, gasping, staring at his finger as his skin bubbled. Béla grabbed his hand and sucked the acidic fluids off his fingers before much damage could be done, the burning sensation in her mouth and throat only adding to her frenzied sexual state.

As Béla’s saliva neutralized the acid on his fingers, Jake started to enjoy her sucking his now sensitive fingers. It was like he was fucking her cunt and her mouth at the same time. He started to come again, adding his small contribution to the collection of juices inside her that were already leaking all over his balls and down the crack of his ass, the sensation of her flowing liquids prolonging his own orgasm.

They fucked quietly for awhile longer, playfully slipping and sliding against each other and coming down slowly, then slept where they lay for the next couple of hours, arms wrapped tightly around each other. Before she drifted off, Béla turned her head away so she wouldn’t accidentally nibble on his neck as she slept.

Chapter 5 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After her stripping debut, Béla agreed to do one show a week, and, coincidentally, the Target Club decided, without even asking her, that they would meet every Friday right after her show.

Jake relished his ‘new, improved’ Béla. The sex they had together was imaginative and amazing. He discovered he really enjoyed sharing her with everyone. She was the most fun to fuck when she was slippery with cum from head to toe.

Shoving his cock into already abused her ass after four or fourteen other cocks had been in there was an exquisite sensation. His cock would instantly become sheathed in cum, and Béla would be so loose and lubricated he felt free to ram her as hard as he wanted without worrying about injuring her.

Béla didn’t seem to care in what order Jake fucked her. Sometimes he started with her mouth, sometimes with her ass. She loved to be completely immersed in sex, and the smell and taste of her own body drove her wild. If the results were mixed with cum (and they usually were), she loved it even more. Jake always fucked her after her weekly session with the Target Club, and, after the first time, he always started with her ass, and ended fucking her mouth.

One day, Béla surprised him and asked, “Want to play ‘Target’ next weekend?”

Jake laughed. “Yes. Always. Why?” he inquired.

“Well, your birthday’s coming up in a week or so, and when you’ve already done everything to each other, it’s hard to find something special to do as a gift.”

Jake kissed her and said, “What are the rules?”

“Same as always.” Béla smiled, “I’m the target and you just shoot at me.

“No explosives!” she admonished him.

“Don’t worry,” said Jake, “If I want to do this more often, I have to make sure you enjoy it, too.”

“I always enjoy it, but sometimes you overdo it. I don’t necessarily like being killed every time.” She kissed him as he left. “Tell Trish I said ‘hi’…”

Saturday morning, Béla was awake and in the kitchen when Jake came out, scratching and yawning.

Béla was naked in front of the dartboard. Then she wiggled her hips and shook her shoulders at him.

“Hey! This isn’t my promised ‘target’ game, is it?” he asked, noticing what she was doing.

“Of course not! That’s next week!” Béla chided him. “This is just a warm up.”

She pointed to the darts on the table. “Do me, baby!” she cooed at him.

Jake picked up a dart and threw it at her. She sidestepped and he missed.

“Hey!” Jake whined playfully, “No fair!”

“Nobody said I would be an easy target,” laughed Béla.

“You’re the easiest target I know!” he laughed, referring to her sexual availability.

“Ooo, a cut under the belt!” laughed Béla. She dodged another dart. “Okay, come on. I won’t move this time!”

Jake carefully tossed a dart at her breast. Béla turned her body to the side.

“Ha. Ha. I lied!” She did a little dance across the room.

“Try this!” Jake called out, throwing the remaining handful of darts at her all at once.

With a playful yelp, Béla squeezed her shoulders together, trying to make a smaller target. Only two darts hit her. One bounced off her sideways, and one other pricked her breast and fell to the floor.

A tiny bubble of red appeared. Jake walked across the room and licked the droplet of blood off her breast. His tongue tingled oddly as he sucked on her breast. In only a few seconds, the tiny hole disappeared, completely healed.

“Okay, now you get knife me there,” Béla told him, her voice barely louder than an aroused whisper.

“What?” Jake asked, ready to agree to whatever she wanted.

“New rule,” Béla told him. “You get to knife me wherever the dart hits – but only in that one spot. That’s to keep you from getting too excited and shredding my belly every time!”

“No more gutting you just for the fun of it?” Jake asked, pretending to be disappointed.

Béla shook her head, grinning at him. “You have to earn any gutting you do to me, mister,” she cooed.

“Well, alright,” Jake agreed.

Reaching into the silverware drawer, he pulled out a steak knife and came back over to where Béla waited.

“Sorry, you took too long,” Béla informed him, a sly grin on her face. “It’s already healed. You’ll have to use the darts again.”

Happy that Béla was even in a playful mood, but somewhat irked at her insistent control, Jake picked up the darts off the floor while Béla waltzed back to stand in front of the dartboard.

Aiming carefully, Jake threw his first dart as hard as he could, right at Béla’s belly as she swayed from side to side. As he let loose of the dart, Béla swayed further in the same direction her hips were already moving and the dart barely touched her hip as it skimmed by.

“You missed!” Béla laughed at him. “Try again!”

Jake took careful aim again, and, again, he missed. But at least, this time, the dart touched her as it went by.

“Ha, ha!” Béla laughed, “Missed agai… uck!”

Jake hadn’t waited, and his third dart was buried in her chest, just below her left breast.

“Hey!” Béla yelped. “I wasn’t…Auugh! Ow!”

Two more darts were buried in her belly. Out of darts, Jake picked up the steak knife and came across the room toward her.

“Now I have a choice of where…” Jake mused, grinning at Béla’s seeping dart wounds.

Pulling out the dart in her left chest, Jake said, “I can go here…” he shoved the knife blade into her ribs until half the blade had disappeared inside.

Béla gasped at the touch of the knife blade and began breathing more deeply as he shoved it into her.

“Or maybe here,” Jake mused, pulling a dart out of Béla’s stomach with his other hand, “or here.” He pulled the last dart out and dropped them both to the floor.

“Your choice,” Béla gasped, panting as she tried to breath with a painfully pierced lung.

“Okay,” Jake grinned, and pulled the knife out of her chest. A bright red rivulet of blood followed the blade out and began running down Béla’s naked stomach. “Here, then!”

“Unk!” Béla grunted as Jake shoved the knife into her belly. “Oh, God!”

Then she shuddered as an orgasm swept through her body.

“See what you miss by changing the rules?” Jake grinned as he unfastened his jeans.

Béla didn’t reply. She wasn’t missing anything. She’d teased Jake enough that he wasn’t so fucking gentle with her, and still got gutted. And now, she was going to get fucked with the knife still in her belly.

She gazed up at him, her eyes lit with excitement. Then Jake shoved her against the dartboard and rammed his cock up inside her.

“Ohhh!” Béla gasped, spreading her legs wider. “That’s was I was waiting for…”

“Not this?” Jake asked, grasping the knife sticking out of her stomach.

Béla groaned and tightened her stomach muscles against the tearing sensation as Jake pulled the knife out of her. Then she grunted as he shoved it back in where the other dart had struck her.

Béla leaned forward, nearly folding herself around the white-hot blade, her legs unable to support her as she came again.

Jake laughed and pulled her up against him. Holding her tightly with one arm, Jake jabbed the knife back into her ribs, where the first wound was almost healed.

“It’s too bad I didn’t get back to you before your boob healed,” Jake mused, slowly sinking the knife as deep as it would go into her lungs.

Béla didn’t answer, too lost in her own orgasmic sensations to care where he put that wonderful knife.

When she stopped trembling, Jake backed away, pulling out of her with his engorged cock, leaving her leaning somewhat unsteadily against the dartboard.

“Ready for more darts?” Jake asked, walking back across the room.

Béla sighed with exhausted pleasure and straightened her legs in an attempt to stand up straighter so she could be a better target. With the knife still in her ribs, she waited with her eyes closed for Jake’s next assault.

It was only a few seconds….

“Ahh!” she cried, her eyes flying open as a dart penetrated into her left nipple.

She stared as Jake threw another one at her and jerked to the left as that dart seemed to come right at her breastbone. It struck before she barely began to move, the tip buried in the heavy cartilage between her tits.

As Béla stared down at it, another dart appeared in her right nipple. Then two more, apparently thrown at the same time, appeared in her stomach.

Now Béla had two darts in her stomach, one in each nipple, one in her breastbone and that itchy knife sticking out of her ribs just below her heart. She wished she had pu