Julie's Road Trip *continued*


"So, Miss Cleo," Julie said, turning to Benny, "where am I gonna be shot next?" She pointed to her left shoulder, and mouthed the words, 'my shoulder,' secretively. Benny was puzzled, but when Julie's fierce, expressive blue eyes deliberately darted around the surrounding desert and then focused back on Benny, he began to understand. Julie suspected the shooter could hear them, and he was placing his shots precisely where Benny predicted he would. It was a solid hypothesis, and Benny decided to play along.

"I'll say... your left shoulder."

"Ok, I'll still say my tummy," Julie answered with a wan smile.

"Ok, if I'm right, I want a kiss... On the mouth... With tongue."

Julie's eyes widened. "Ooh, raising the stakes, are you? Alright, you're on, but if I'm right I want a hundred buckeroos." They shook hands, and continued walking down the road.

"What about me?" Mark asked.

"You want a kiss too, or you still just want to see my tits?"

"I just want to see 'dem titties. I'm going to keep calling that right tit. Sooner or later he... or she is going to pop one in it. I can feel it."

Julie nodded grimly and shook hands with Mark, and Benny thought he could read her thoughts. She was wondering if the shooter might decide it was time to make Mark the winner instead of Benny. A shot in the tit might very well be the end of her. Her right hand was pressed firmly against the hole in her belly, which was bleeding more profusely than her other wounds, and her left held tight to the hole in her side. The streaks of blood stood out in bright red on her clean white outfit, and Benny was amazed by how much of it she had already spilled.

They walked for a bit in silence, and Benny continued to snap photos of Julie, no longer concerned that she might know what he was doing. She would occasionally look at him judgmentally, but she said nothing. He supposed her reasoning was the same as when Mark asked to see the pictures of her bare breasts - she might not have liked it, but she had to pick her battles at this point. It was interesting to watch her expressions vary from stoic determination to stark, unbridled terror, and he wanted to capture it all. It would be intriguing to go back through the pic's later and try to guess what she was thinking at each moment. Mark and Beth appeared to share in his curiosity, and they also could not take their eyes off the dying girl. Jeremy continued to scour the desert for the shooter, but Benny thought that was a lost cause.

After several minutes of awkward silence, Julie spit up a mouthful of blood. A bit of it clung to her soft lower lip and dribbled down her chin, and she noticed everybody staring at her. "I guess that bullet in my side ripped a hole in my stomach," she said with a wavering, high-pitched voice. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," she added. Then, looking at Benny, she smiled, showing off her blood-stained but otherwise perfect teeth. "Are you still gonna wanna kiss me?" When neither Benny or anyone else responded, she said, "Somebody fucking talk or something."

Benny no longer wanted to kiss her, although he still found her incredibly attractive, and he didn't know how to tell her this, so instead he asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Fucking anything, this silence is making me crazy."

"Alright, well, I've been wondering. What's going through your head right now? I mean, you've been shot seven times and you're basically just waiting to get shot again. How the fuck are you dealing with that?"

"It's nerve-wracking, to be honest. It's kind of why I wanted to talk. I need a distraction. Of course you chose to talk about the thing I want a distraction from, so..."

"Shit, my bad, but you did say 'anything'."

"No, my fault, you're right. I should have been more specific. Can we talk about something else, though? Anything else?"

"Who's your crush? Who do you flick your bean to?" Mark asked. "You didn't want to answer earlier."

Julie sighed. "Alright, fuck it. I like Kyle. Also, ironically, I'm into peril, so, like, this whole scenario, I might have found erotic as a fantasy, except instead of me being shot a bunch of times Kyle would save me. Then we'd fuck or something kinky." She looked around at her audience and grimaced. "So, who's next? Benny, what's your fantasy?"

Again, the fact that Julie was dying somehow made it much easier to share, so he did. "Well, I guess it's no secret that I like you."

"Duh," Julie said, with a pained smile.

"I've imagined saving your life too. You might be kidnapped by terrorists or drug dealers, and I rescue you and we kiss. I've imagined doing you in the ass before."

Amazingly, Julie didn't seem to mind. "Well, you know, it's not too late to save my life. I might even let you do me in the ass. Find this shooter before... uhhnnn." Her spectacularly blue eyes went wider than Benny had ever seen them as she was interrupted by a hole in the dead center of her right breast, followed promptly by the sound of a gunshot. Julie wobbled slightly and then fell on her perfect butt. A wheezing cough brought more blood to her lips, and she struggled to remain upright. After a few seconds of watching her squirm, Benny offered her his hand, and she took it and somehow managed to get back on her feet. "Goddammit Mark, I guess you called it this time," then to Beth she said, "How many is that now, eight?" Her voice was weak and raspy, and Benny knew she had a punctured lung. "Jeremy, I think I need another bump."

Jeremy handed her the bullet without a word, although Beth admonished him for it, "You're wasting your coke on a dead girl."

Julie ignored her and took two deep snorts, then offered the bullet back to Jeremy. Jeremy waved his hand and told her to, "Keep it," despite Beth's glaring look.

"Thanks," Julie muttered, stuffing it in the front pocket of her jeans. Then she wiggled her nose, sniffled a few times, and turned to Mark. "Alright, you bastard. Are you ready?"

"Hell yeah." Julie moved slowly, clearly weakened and in a tremendous amount of agony, but she managed to lift her vest and her bra, exposing her pert young bosom to Mark. "Damn," Mark yapped. "He shot you in the nipple. That's fucking crazy." Benny positioned himself so he could share in the view, and he even took his phone out to capture more video. He was filming when Julie caught her ninth bullet, less than a centimeter to the upper left of her navel.

"Ooof," Julie grunted, her vest still lifted up around her neck.

"Oh shit," Mark shouted excitedly. "Did you fucking see that shit? There's that second gut shot you kept expecting." He reached out and squeezed her still-in-tact left breast before Julie slapped his hand away.

"That's assault, you asshole," she cried.

"What do you care? You're dying," Mark argued as Julie lowered her vest and covered herself back up.

"Thank you," Beth said, "Finally. Can we all just acknowledge that she's dying now and move on? We need to distance ourselves from her before it's too late."

"Dude, she might be dying but she's a fucking bullet sponge. I think we're better off with her around," Mark disagreed.

"I can fucking hear you guys," Julie complained, just before she was shot in the left shoulder. The bullet tore clean through her, the only shot so far to do so, and a spurt of blood spattered her left cheek. "Jesus," she stammered, "Okay, so whoever's doing this can clearly hear us too. He just shot me in all three spots we predicted."

"Everybody be quiet," Jeremy ordered, his eyes fixed on something up ahead, his rifle raised.

"Do you see him?" Julie asked, her voice almost giddy with hope.

Jeremy shushed her, then lowered his rifle and shook his head. "Can you still walk?"

Julie nodded, and started down the road to prove it.

"As long as she's on her feet, we're not leaving her behind," Jeremy said sternly, and fell in behind Julie.

Julie looked at Beth and stuck out her tongue. "Ten now, right? I guess the question now is... how many shots can I take before I go down? Maybe he'll run out of ammo." Julie chuckled a little and spit up more blood. Then, in a much less cheery tone, she murmured, "Fuck, I really don't want to die."

"You are dying though. If you're too stubborn to accept it and stay behind, at least do us all a favor and pick up the pace," Beth said.

"Do you ever get tired of being a colossal cunt?" Julie asked. "Jeremy, seriously, what do you see in this bitch?"

"I love her," Jeremy answered plainly.

"I guess love is blind," Julie mumbled.

Beth rolled her eyes and started walking more quickly, taking the vanguard from Julie. As they went forward it was Beth leading them, with the trio of boys in the middle of the party, and Julie limping along bringing up the rear. Benny continued turning back, snapping more photos and making sure they didn't leave Julie too far in their wake. It made conversation impossible, so they did nothing but walk for nearly five minutes, until Beth had put around fifty yards between herself and the badly flagging Julie.

"Jeremy, we're losing her," Benny said, worried that he might soon have to choose between sticking with his healthy companions or his dying dream girl.

"Beth, slow down a little," Jeremy called.

"Why don't you tell her to speed up a little?" Beth asked, but she did relent just enough so the gap between them was no longer widening, and Benny slipped back to be alongside Julie.

"How are you doing?" he asked.

"Lovely," Julie whispered, severely winded. Her breath came in harsh, wheezing gasps, and her right leg was stiff and wooden. Her lower lip trembled and her chin quivered, and both were red with the blood that spilled from her mouth. "I don't suppose you could carry me?" She giggled faintly to show it was a joke.

"How much longer do you think you can keep this up?"

"Shit, I can do this all day. You aren't getting rid of me." She smiled at him, but her eyebrows arched and he could see the misery and torment in her eyes, and he knew not even she believed it. The shooter chose that moment to plug her for the eleventh time, targeting the right side of her lower back. The lead hit her with a dull thud as Julie grunted softly, "Ooof," and the sound of the rifle cascaded through the desert. She wavered ever so slightly, then continued resolutely forward. "I'm okay," she said, just before another shot hit home in the left side of her upper back. "Hmmmph," she squealed, and Benny heard those familiar sounds again - the thwak of the bullet against her nubile young flesh, and the boom of the gunshot.

This brought a jagged cough and a spray of blood from Julie's mouth, and she stumbled to her knees. Her perfect, lush lips formed a wide O, and Benny's warped mind couldn't help but wonder if those lips might have reacted similarly during an orgasm. After only a second or two, Julie was already fighting to get back on her feet. "Help me up," she panted, and Benny obeyed. He could not believe she was still able to stand, much less continue to walk, but she did just that. He noted that Jeremy had stopped and was looking back behind them, still searching relentlessly for Julie's killer. Julie, meanwhile, fished out the cocaine from her pocket and took a couple more snorts.

"I think he just got my other lung," she huffed. "I wonder how long I can breathe with two punctured lungs?"

"Probably not very long," Benny said tentatively.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Remind me never to go on another camping trip," she said, managing another burst of laughter that quickly tapered off into a coughing bout, bringing more blood to her lips. Once her fit was under control, she called ahead to their companions, "I'm coming, don't worry, I'm gonna make it," and she soldiered on, with wounds that should have left her down for the count, and Benny found an even greater admiration for her. She was not only the most beautiful, sexy, charming, witty girl alive, she was also beyond any doubt the toughest. Of course she wouldn't be alive very much longer, no matter how determined she was to fight it.

"So talk to me, Benny. How long have you had a crush on me?"

"Seventh grade, I guess."

"Yeah, I lost a lot of weight then. I was a bit of a porker before that. How come you never asked me out?"

"Come on. You're out of my league. You never would have said yes."

"How do you know I wouldn't have said yes?"

Benny laughed. "Because you're not blind?"

"You're too hard on yourself. We need to work on your self confidence when we get home." Julie paused, as if she was daring Benny to tell her she wasn't going to make it home. Perhaps she wanted him to, so she'd have one more reason to persevere, but Benny stayed his tongue. "Tell me about these fantasies. Tell me about how you saved me from terrorists."

"Well, sometimes I imagine that our school is taken hostage. Like a swarm of guys with guns come in and they're holding us all at gunpoint, and they start executing people."

"Do they execute Mark?" Julie smirked.

"Sure, maybe they do, I dunno."

"I like this story already."

"Yeah, well, anyway, I manage to catch one of the guys off guard and take his gun, and I blast everybody in my class."

"So you're a mass murderer in your fantasies?" Julie cocked an eyebrow.

"Not everybody. You know what I mean, all the terrorists." Julie sniggered at him, and again he was amazed at how buoyant her quick wit and good cheer still remained. "But you're not in my class."

"Good thing, 'cuz you just blasted everybody in your class."

"Shut the fuck up," Benny said, laughing. "Anyway, I run into the hallway, like, 'I have to find Julie,' you know, and I know what class you're in, because it's a fantasy or whatever, not because I'm a stalker or anything."

"You're totally a stalker. You've been taking pictures of me almost non-stop for the past half hour." Benny froze for just a moment before Julie laughed and coughed up more blood. "Relax, I'm fucking with you. Keep going. I'm digging this."

"You doing okay?" Benny asked.

"I'm doing great."

"I can delete the pictures if you want."

"Dude, I'm over it. Self confidence, remember."

"Do you mind if I take some more?"

"Sure, whatever. It's a little weird, but whatever." Benny took out his phone and snapped a few shots, and Julie raised her eyebrows inquisitively. "No time like the present, huh?" She bit her lower lip, and Benny memorialized it, then she licked the blood off her teeth and Benny memorialized that too. "You think you can continue this story now?"

"Yeah, sure, sorry." Benny put his phone away. "So I run into your classroom and they've got you up against the wall. Your hands are behind your head and you're wearing something like what you have on now, so I can see your belly. I think you have the sexiest belly."

"Thanks. It's gonna have some nasty scars on it now, though."

"I still think it's sexy." Benny realized a little slowly that for her belly to scar, first it would have to heal. "You really think you're going to make it out of this?"

"I have to. Death isn't an option, is it? Dying? Can you even imagine?" Another wheezing cough left her spitting up more blood, and her pearly white teeth were stained red again. "Life is too much fun."

"Julie."

"I'm good. I'm fine. I'm gonna make it."

"Julie, we're falling behind. Can you walk any faster?"

"I'm just giving them a little bit of a head start before I show off my closing speed." Julie winked and grinned and caught her thirteenth bullet of the day. It slammed into her gut, erasing her smirk and replacing it with a stunned, horrified expression, and a new hole opened in her denim vest a couple inches below her ribs and to the left of her middle. Julie pressed her palm against the latest wound, then looked at Benny. "Another scar for my sexy belly," she told him, her voice small and full of trepidation. As was the case with the last few rounds, the shooter followed one shot up with another in quick succession, catching Julie in her left thigh.

The poor teen sunk to her knees, both her legs now wounded, and she looked up at Benny with desperate, pleading eyes. "I can still walk," she blabbed. "Help me up." Benny reached down with both hands and again helped her rise to her feet. It was much more of a struggle this time, and in the end Julie draped her right arm around Benny's shoulders, leaning on him for support. "I can walk," she called ahead to Jeremy, whom was now more than thirty yards away, and Beth was perhaps another forty yards beyond him. "I can walk," she repeated to Benny, her gorgeous face a mask of dread. "Don't leave me behind, I can walk."

"Can you?" Benny asked, taking Julie's arm off his shoulder and stepping away. He still did not trust the marksmanship of Julie's shooter enough to walk with her arm around him, but Julie surprised him yet again. She took one shaky step forward, then another, and she smiled nervously.

"I'm okay," she called ahead to Jeremy, her voice little more than a whisper, but Benny could see that Jeremy was no longer able to corral Beth. She was moving forward at too brisk a pace, now nearly a hundred yards ahead, and Jeremy would choose his fiancé over his newly acquired acquaintances, and Mark would follow. They were already fifty yards from Jeremy's position; certainly out of earshot of Julie's assertion that she was okay.

Julie pretended not to notice, however. She took another sniff off Jeremy's coke bullet and kept taking her shaky steps forward. "You come in and I'm up against the wall and you can see my belly. What happens next?"

"Well, you're about to be killed. They've got their guns pointed at you and they're just about to shoot you when I come in, and everybody turns towards me. They open fire and I dive to the side like an action star, dodging bullets like a badass and returning fire. I take out three of them like nothing, bam bam bam."

"Oooo, Benny the badass." Julie giggled, which again resulted in her coughing up blood, but she didn't seem to care. "I like it."

Benny wondered about her sanity, but continued his tale. "So now there's three of them left, and they scatter. I'm behind a desk, taking cover, bullets flying at me from all directions. I pop out and take out another of them, then another. There's one left, and he grabs you. He's holding you out in front of him, a gun in your back. He yells at me to drop my weapon. What can I do?"

"What can you do?" Julie agreed, watching him with wide-eyed attentiveness, still taking her wobbly steps down the road.

"I can't risk losing you, so I lower my weapon. I put the gun on the floor, and this asshole smiles at me. He pushes you aside and shoots at me, but I drop, pick up my gun and roll under his shot, then pop him right between the eyes. Bam."

"Nice."

"Yeah, it's nice. Then I take you in my arms. You're so grateful that I saved your life, and we kiss."

"So when do you do me in the ass?"

"That's a different fantasy."

"Yeah, I bet it is."

Benny looked ahead and saw Mark and Jeremy were almost around a bend, out of sight, and Beth was nowhere to be seen. "I think our friends have left us."

"Fuck 'em. It's you and moooooof." A bullet smacked her squarely in the midsection, two inches below her sternum and just right of center. "Uuuhhnnn, that fucking hurts. Fifteen. I think that's fif-fucking-teen." Shot number sixteen clipped her in the left hip, and Julie dropped to her knees again. "Aaakk! Suh. Sixteen?" Julie was trying to get back to her feet when she was shot for the seventeenth time. The bullet drilled her beneath her right collar bone, and she rocked back on her haunches, steadying herself by planting her right arm on the ground. Seconds later a shot punched through her right bicep, and Julie collapsed in the dirt. "Oh. Oh my God. Help me up. I've gotta get up." But Benny didn't help her this time.

"I think the shooter is becoming less cautious now that our firepower left us," Benny told her, watching her squirm on the ground.

Julie finally stopped struggling and just lay on her back. "Oh God, look at me, Benny. Shot eighteen times." She lifted her head to look at herself, then looked at Benny. "I don't fucking believe it. I'm gonna fucking die. Fuck. Fucking fuck, it's not fucking fair!" Then, looking hopeful again, she said, "Maybe you can carry me? That would be romantic, wouldn't it?"

"I can't carry you, Julie." Looking at Julie lying helpless on her back, dying, Benny felt an overwhelming desire for her. He could fuck her and nobody would care. If her killer didn't dispose of her body, the forensics team would find his DNA in her, but that didn't matter. There would be no one to claim rape, and he clearly did not kill her. There would be no questioning that. He raised his hand and looked out at the empty desert. "Don't shoot. I just need a minute with her, and then I'll leave her to you."

"Who the fuck are you talking to?"

"Your killer." Benny knelt beside Julie and started unbuttoning her vest. "Julie, I love you."

"Lucky for you that's bullshit. I bet it'd be pretty awful to watch someone you love... die the way I'm dying."

"You don't want to die a virgin, do you?" Her vest was open now, and he could see the full length of her torso. He placed a hand on her soft, warm belly, paying no mind to the blood pouring out of her.

"I just don't wanna die. Sex isn't really a priority for me right now." Benny removed her bra and fondled her tits, even the wounded one, bringing a grimace of pain to Julie's face. "Benny, what are you doing?" Benny didn't speak. He simply unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pulled them down her thighs, did the same with his own jeans, and began poking her with his throbbing penis. It took him several tries, but he eventually found an opening down there and slid himself inside it. Julie gasped quietly, and she whimpered a bit as he thrust himself in and out, but she looked him in the eyes. He was staring into those startling blue eyes, seeing all her emotions welling up at once, so much liveliness and expression even now, on the brink of death, and he climaxed.

It hadn't taken him long. Surely less than a minute. Once his seed was spent and his apex was over, he climbed off Julie and put his dick away. Julie was looking at him with the most desperate, wistful eyes, and she begged him. "Please don't leave me, Benny. Please. Help me. I can still walk. Don't leave."

He looked back on his dying dream girl, and for the last time he let her alarming beauty knock him flat. She was just perfect. Beyond perfect. Even now, with blood spilling from the corners of her mouth and so many holes in her, with her skin turning waxy and pallid yet still managing to glow, her small breasts and soft belly bare and bleeding, her sweet adorable face contorted in agony and melancholy. "I'm sorry, Julie, you don't deserve this." Then he turned and ran before he could start to grieve for her. He never saw Julie Huerta again, but he had his pictures, and his memories.


*epilogue in next post*