I dated Kate all throughout high school and for about a year afterward. She was a beautiful Irish blooded brunette with thick thighs and creamy pale white skin. We had lost our virginity together in 10th grade. We were very close. We told each other everything. I’m not sure if it was or youth that made us so open or if it was our compatibility of personality. Rumors had circulated around the school about me. A friend who was in band with me had discovered some of my snuff film collection. Some girls on color-guard were aware of my belly stabbing fetish as she joined the color guard the next year. Kate and I had started dating well after this and she was friends with the other girl who had discovered my “interests.” I always assumed she was okay with it. Once she pretended to be stabbed in the belly in front of me and it drove me wild. For some reason I could never admit it to her.

Two years out of high school I finally got the courage to tell her my interests. Our sex life was getting dull and I really wanted to be truly open about my desires. We talked over dinner at her rented home in our small town. I told her about my desires openly and she absorbed all of it without judging me or being afraid. I showed her a video of my desires. It was a simulated snuff film of a girl stabbing her self in the belly button and masturbating. That night she told me she would let me know what she thinks about all of it and we would talk the next day.

The next day when we talked she broke up with me. She said she was afraid, but not of me. I doubted her and felt terrible. I really thought she would understand. She was my true love with whom I wanted to grow old. Her beautiful blue eyes welled with tears as I said goodbye. That night she blocked me from all of her social media. I was devastated. I realized I could never share these desires with my future partners.

I was turning 30 in a few months. After a few failed relationships I found myself on a dating website. I was looking for something more than the girls I found in bars around the city in which I had moved. One day as I scrolled through I found Kate. I figured “what the hell” and sent her a match. To my surprise she matched me back. I couldn’t bring myself to message her. I figured she would think I was some kind of crazy killer man. I put my phone down and went to bed without putting too much thought into the situation. The next morning I was greeted with a message.

“Hey, how have you been? All these years and we’re both still single. I always thought I’d be married by thirty. I’m sorry for how things went down all those years ago. We were both young and I was closed minded. I really wouldn’t mind talking to you sometime about things.

With love,
Kate”


I sent her a message in return expressing my surprise that she wasn’t afraid of me. I asked her a few small talk questions. Apparently she had a few failed relationships as well and had moved around only to return back near our hometown. After a few reposes from us each she set up a meeting with me. She said she wanted me to meet her in that same small house that she used to rent. My interest was definitely piqued.

The little house was a good way out in the woods with not many people around. Most of the surroundings were mobile homes rented by all kinds of white trash people that had been ran down back when I went to high school. I pulled up in the driveway after my hour drive from the city. I had butterflies in my stomach from the nerves of meeting my old lover and the only person who truly knew my desires.

A few moments after I rang the doorbell she answered. I was always struck by her beauty and this time was no different. The 5’4” woman opened the door. Aside for a few gained pounds she looked almost exactly the same as she did in her early 20’s. She probably weighed around 130 with thick thighs and a little pudge to her belly that the years tend to bring. She smiled and hugged me as she brought me inside. The place was well kept as she had always been a neat girl. She sat down at her small dinner table and gestured me toward it. Her crop top rode up a bit from her mid wasted jeans as she sat down. Her bellybutton always drove me wild.

“It’s so good to see you again. I really have so much I want to say so just let me say what I have to say before you ask me anything. You’ll probably have even more questions after I finish. I want to start by saying I’m sorry. We both were young then and if we had communicated more things might have been different.”

I nodded my head in agreement.

“The thing is…. I knew about what you were into a long time ago. Before we dated even. When Hannah showed me the link to the video she had found, we were both kids and we had never seen anything like that before. At first I was disgusted, but I found myself rewatching the video again alone. I watched that video many times alone. I never told anyone other than Hannah. She watched it too but was already kinky and into asphyxiation. That’s why she never tried to ruin you. She was sympathetic of us both. I wanted to be the girl in the video. The girl with the knife in her belly. I thought I would be so much prettier with that dark blood on my pale skin. It drove me wild. I tried to tell you that time I pretended to stab myself and acted out my death in front of you. When you finally admitted it to me I was terrified, not of you, but of what I might let you do to me.”

I was stunned. I was ready to propose to her then and there. I wanted to spend the rest of my days having kinky sex with her pretending to be stabbed with some stage blood.

“I really did love you, I wish we could start over.” I said. “I’m sorry I was so oblivious, I was just a kid. Do you want to go out someplace other than here? I know some good restaurants back in he city. You could come stay the night and we could do some role playing if that’s okay with you.” I suggested.


“Well, that’s what I’ve been thinking about. I never really made much plans for my life after thirty. I never wanted to be old. My job is dead end. The more I think about it the less I want to get old working the same old job day in and day out. My last relationship ended because my husband found some videos on my computer. It’s funny isn’t it how everything is a circle?”

“Not to sound oblivious again, but what are you saying here Kate. This is a little heavy don’t you think? I do fine. You could come live with me.” I suggested again.

“Well, that sounds lovely but I know what I want. I really really know. I want you to stab me in my belly. I want you to make love to me like we used to, but this time we can live out our fantasies for real. I want to be the victim. You want to be the killer. This house isn’t in my name. No one knows where I am right now. I have a note saying I’m leaving for California. Hannah has a plane ticket in my name, my ID, and a wig that looks like me. She’s going to leave as me and return as herself. You have an alibi. I already have a place mapped where I want you to put my body. The hole is even dug. I thought of everything. I haven’t had food for 24 hours and I’ve evacuated my colon. I’m so hungry and empty. I need the knife instead. Please do this for me. I’ve put too much effort into all of this to back down now. It’s become my ultimate fantasy and obsession. Please.” She looked hopeless.

I was still speechless.

“So what do you say?” She asked


“Okay. I’ll do it. I’m going to do it slow and you’re going to be begging to die in the end. Are you sure you really want me to let do everything I want? Are you sure I’m not going to go to jail?”

She nodded “I promise. I was thorough. You know me”

She always was making straight A’s and was very intelligent.

“Okay then.” I said as the erection in my pants strained against my zipper.

She got up and brought back a small duffel style bag. She opened the zipper and dug around inside. She first brought out a box of condoms with a little blush on her cheeks and ears.

“We don’t want you to deposit any DNA if they accidentally dig me up to build a Wal-Mart in a few years” she smiled.

Next she brought out two knives. A small switch blade stiletto and a larger military style k-bar. As I examined the knives she drug out two large rolls of plastic sheeting from under the couch.

“Well, where do you want to start?” She asked with a shrug while standing in her living room.

“You’re the one who’s thought of everything. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought of the place too.”

She blushed. “I figured I’ll put one on my bed and another here over the couch. We can start on the couch, move to the bedroom and then you can finish me in the tub for easier cleanup.”

“Sounds good to me” I said as I stood up.

I picked up the large K-bar and walked into her master bedroom which had an attached bath. I laid the big blade on the bed. I walked back in to her finishing putting the plastic on her couch. I helped and spread the plastic over her bed and some on the floor between the bed and the bathroom. As I returned to the living room she had her right hand down her pants as she looked at the plastic.

“I can hardly wait. I’ve dreamed about this for years. I’m almost going to cum in my pants. How do you want to start?” She asked.

“It looks like you started without me, but you could get naked.” I said as I flicked open the stiletto blade.

She took off her top in one quick motion revealing her lack of a bra. Her large milk white breasts flopped loose. She slid off her pants, kicked them to the side, and slid off her white panties. Her pussy was shaven recently. Her vagina was a beautiful innie with no hanging lips. Her thighs touched ever so slightly just below her pussy. She continued to masturbate.

“Here I am. Finally ready after all these years. Mmmmm.” She said while her voiced wavered from her self stimulation.

I stripped naked and rolled on one of the Trojans. I went to her and we made out passionately. I rubbed my knee on her clit and she moaned loudly. I lightly poked the small double sided blade at her belly button. She moaned again. She walked me over to the couch and spread herself out with one hand under her head and the other stimulating her clit.

“So where do you want it first?” I asked her.

“Low. Down low below my bellybutton. Just don’t do too much too fast. I want this to last. We have as much time as we need.”

I got up on the couch and put my dick tip up to her luscious pussy lips. I used my hand to wiggle my penis into her tight vagina. We had sex for a while as I poked and teased her with the tiny blade. I started at her throat dragging the tip ever so lightly along her pale skin. As I got down to her belly button I twirled the blade in her deep innie. She lifted her hands up over her head and stretched out her ever so slightly pudgy belly.

“I’m going to try to not interfere with my hands, but if it gets too painful and I can’t control them there are handcuffs in the bag. I also have a bike lock if you feel like hog tying me, which I wouldn’t mind at all. We could save that for near the end I think.”

“Wow, you’re so different than before. You’ve put a lot of thought into this. I’m going to cut you a little first. Do you want the handcuffs now or do you want to see how it goes?”

“No, just get me a pillow so I can see better please. The visual experience is a big part of it for me.”

“Okay I’ll be right back.”

I went to her bedroom and picked out a big fluffy pillow to prop her head up. I returned and placed her head on it. Her chin was nearly resting on her bosom. I felt up her breasts and sucked her nipples to get them hard. I reinserted my hard cock into her and grabbed the stiletto.

“Okay. I’m going to cut you now.”

“Do it.” She looked me in the eyes and raised her arms up over her head, inviting me to her torso. I placed the blade horizontally just below her panty line. I slowly worked the tip of the razor sharp stiletto back and forth about an inch. Her first layers of skin had just been sliced ever so thinly. Little droplets of blood beaded up. I drug the knife back and forth again.

“Mmmmm, ssss-ahh!” She winced as the sharp blade cut through her tissue. She did not move her hands or try to stop me in any way. She wiggled her hips on my cock and thrust her vagina at me. It was clearly turning her on.

I sliced about 1/4 of an inch into her belly skin. Blood welled in the small wound and a little drip ran down towards her pubic area. I took my thumb and pressed it into her wound a little. She tightened her thighs around me and moaned again. I fucked her hard. I used the blood on my thumb to lubricate her clit and rubbed it in a circular motion. We came together. I pulled out of her and went to change my condom. She poked in at her belly button to see the little cut better.

“It’s crazy how intense the cutting feels but afterward it’s just kind of a dull ache.”

“Yeah, that’s why we have to keep cutting more.”

I went over to her bag for a new condom and found a big massaging vibrator. I grabbed it and returned to my beautiful willing victim.

“Use this so I can focus on stabbing you without hurting you too badly. I want this night to last forever.”

“We both know I’m going to die in a few hours. You’re going to gut me in that bathtub. The best things are all temporary.”

I showed her the knife with a small smearing of her belly blood on the tip.

“I’m going to put this all the way into you now. Are you ready to be stabbed?”

“Yes. Where are you going to do it?”

“I was thinking I’d put the tip in your belly button and aim almost straight down towards your crotch. It won’t go deeper than the muscle but it’ll be in to the hilt.”

“Okay. I’m ready.” She put her arms back above her head and interlocked her fingers.

I straddled her legs and brought them together around the vibrator. I gripped the blade with my thumb on the butt end and the blade protruding downward from my pinky. I pressed my knuckles into her upper belly. Her sexy adult belly fat depressed under my knuckles. I pressed the blade tip deep into the lower rim of her bellybutton. The top half of her bellybutton was depressed by my knuckles being pushed into her stomach. I could feel her breathing under the slight pressure or my hand. I reached up with my off hand and kneaded her right breast. She responded with a deep moan. Without warning or hesitation I shovedthe blade downwards towards her lower belly. The blade sunk deep into her skin, then her belly fat, and finally into her lower abdominal muscle.

“Hhhhnnnmaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Oh my god! Oh my god!” She screamed

I let go of the blade as her belly rolled and heaved with deep breaths and pain induced muscle contractions. As she breathed out and tightened her lower belly muscles the blade handle would pick itself up off the top rim of her bellybutton. As she breathed it would fall back against her stomach. She was looking down at the blade wiggle around with her hands clutched on either side of her belly button.


“You can take it out when you want to. How does it feel?”

“Oh oh, uhhhh. It hurts a lot. Deep too. I feel like I can barely catch my breath if that tells you anything.”

I reached down to her crotch and worked the vibrator for her. She moaned as she was panting. She had slid down on the plastic and now her chin was resting on her chest. Her forehead was a little sweaty from the sex and intense pain. She slowly reached her left hand toward the blade. When she touched it she winced again.

“Pull it straight out if you don’t want to really hurt yourself.”

“No shit” she snapped back.

She gripped the blade handle and tugged hard in one big pull. Her belly suctioned out with the blade and as the tip finally exited her body. Her belly button immediately filled with blood which began to run down both sides of her stomach.

“Fuck me as I bleed. Mmmmm.” She looked up at me with her big blue eyes pleading like a puppy.

I withdrew the vibrator and lifted her legs up over my shoulders. She handed me the blade again. I took it and placed the tip back in the small cut I had made near her panty line. She moaned in pain. It was mostly dried blood now. I knew it would be raw and painful to recut this wound. As I fucked her hard I suddenly stopped and pulled out. I took her legs and spread them wide. I shifted down the couch and placed the blade back inside her small cut. Her hands were clasped over her belly button and were coated in a thin sheen of blood. I took the blade and shoved it into the cut straight down. Her eyes went wide and she grasped my hands with her hands. I wiggled the blade left and right to open the stab wound. Blood flowed up around either side. As I pulled the blade out it made a slurping sound. Kate’s back arched and her belly heaved. Her left hand was on her belly button while her right went to staunch the dark blood flowing out of the bottom of her belly.

“Hnnnnnhh. Oh god oh god! You really did it that time. It went all the way into my body! I could feel it near my bladder. I don’t think I’m dying but it went so deep.”

Her belly blood had leaked all around her shaven pussy. I couldn’t resist. I started fucking her again. She offered no resistance. She moaned and moaned. 15 minutes turned into nearly an hour. The passion she was showing during the sex was like none I had experienced before. She fucked like these were her last hours on earth. She fucked with the intensity of a wounded animal trying as hard as she could to replace pain with pleasure. After she reached orgasm several times I finally came and was ready for the next stage of her death.

I pulled away from her to change condoms. I took in the image of her bleeding body. She was removing her hands from the sticky wounds and looking to see if the bleeding had stopped. Her belly button flesh wound was nearly scabbed over, but the deep wound low in her belly still dribbled dark blood from deep inside her.

“So you said something about being hog-tied? I think I have an idea that’s pretty hot. Are you ready for the next stage? There’s not going to be any coming back from this.” I asked

“Yes. This has been the most erotic night of my life and I want it to be my last. Please tie me up and gut me. I can’t wait for my pudgy belly to be split open. I want you to touch my g-spot from outside. I’ve really been thinking about that a lot. It would be nice for it to happen as I die.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing from you. I promise I will do anything you ask me to do. Can you stand up fine?”

“Yeah. I think. It hurts a lot but I’m not in shock or anything. Am I as beautiful as I feel right now? Doesn’t this blood look great on me?”

“Yeah Kate. You’ve always been one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, but seeing you like this is amazing.”

She stood up with one hand on the couch and her other clutching her belly. Blood dripped and ran down her inner thighs. She shuffled toward the bedroom clutching her stomach. I quickly followed with the handcuffs and bike lock.

“Stop there, Kate. Put your feet together.”

She did as she was asked. I bent down and handcuffed her ankles together. Tightly, but not tight enough to cause her distraction from the pain she was about to experience. I did the same to her wrists behind her back. I picked her up and deposited her on the bed face down, and shackled her ankles and hands together with the bike lock chain looped twice. This brought her hands and her feet about 2 feet apart. Not enough to be seriously uncomfortable but definitely an attractive position for her to be placed.

I rolled her over onto her side and pulled the plastic away from her half dry sticky-blooded wounds. Her pussy was already soaking with anticipation. I fingered her for a few moments before flipping her onto her back. Her ankles were folded under her thighs and her hands were trapped down near her ass. Her belly poked up into the air perfectly. I picked up the large K-bar knife I had placed on the bed earlier.

“This isn’t going to be fun for you Kate. It’s going to hurt lot. I’m sorry, but you asked for it. It’s going to be really bad for you.”

“I know. I want it. You have to trust me.”

“Okay. I’m going to do something I’ve fantasized about for a while. I’m going to stab your bellybutton deep with this big blade and I’m going to fuck the hole.”

“That sounds terrifying and amazing. Let’s do it.”

I took up the knife in my right hand and held the tip to her bellybutton. I didn’t want to give her the luxury of a quick stab. I pushed ever so slowly into her bellybutton. She moaned a little. I pushed harder and harder. Her belly dimpled in around the blade. The wound in the lower rim started bleeding with the force. I pushed harder still. She was trying to peer down over her breasts at the blade putting all that pressure on her stomach. Finally it was too much for her skin to resist and with a snap and a pop the blade tip entered her body. I thrust further and her dimpled skin popped upward toward the guard. The blade came to rest deep inside her. She was trying to kick and move her hands toward the intrusion. Her belly muscles were gyrating as if they were trying to push the blade out.

I used to blade handle as leverage to pull her over onto her right side near the edge of the bed. Her belly was now about even with my cock. I held her arm and ripped the blade out of her torso. Dark life blood came rushing out. I shoved my middle two fingers of my left hand into the wound to see if it was going to accept my penis. As I withdrew my fingers rammed my hard cock into the wound. It was so much tighter than any vagina I had ever experienced. Her stomach muscles spasmed with every thrust. With every pump the beautiful pale girl let out a guttural sound and moaned with every withdrawal.

“Gak, uhh, gnnnhhh, uhh, gggnnsshsh, ehh, ohhh, mmmm, hurts, mmmmm, sooo much! Ahhhhhh!!”

As she laid on the bed with her right side facing down blood gushed around my penis. It was starting to pool a little around her side on the plastic that covered the bed. I continued thrusting into her bellybutton. She started gagging from the force of my member inside her body cavity. The lust took me over. I felt around the bed for the switchblade and grasped it tightly in my left hand.

“I’ll give you something to throw up, whore.” I said manically

She picked her head up and looked down at me confused at my sudden bloodlust. I jabbed the blade quickly several times into her upper belly about three inches below her breast plate, piercing into her stomach lining. She tugged desperately against her bonds as if holding her wounds would save her. Four new little dribbles of blood flowed into a single stream which trickled down around her right breast. She started puking up clear bright red blood as I continued to fuck her bellybutton wound.

“Ugghhh-pffft…… hnnngggg…. gut me…. nnnnnnnhhhh” she moaned out as she gagged up more bright stomach blood.

The smear of red down her right cheek that dripped down her neck and onto her beautiful pale shoulder was like fine art on a beautiful white canvas. I continued to pump into her belly and finally relaxed enough to cum. I pulled out and more blood ran freely from her punctured belly followed by a bulge of intestine and fatty tissue. The girl was breathing shakily and her body was tensing up and quaking with pain and blood loss. I rolled the hogtied girl over on the bed onto her stomach. She squealed when her bare guts touched the plastic.

“I….. I can-nnnnnn- feel it all. It’s so much-hhh pain.”

I unlocked her shackles and rolled her onto her back. She took her dainty left hand and held her upper belly where the small stabs to her stomach were. She held her guts into her bellybutton with her right. I slid my hands under her legs and her bloody lower back. She grasped around my head weakly with her left arm as I picked her up to head to the bathtub. She coughed up more blood that dribbled down her chin and wound up in the dimple in her neck. I kissed her forehead.

“We’re almost done my love.” I whispered to her.

“Gggggnnnn….. goood.” She managed to get out through the waves of pain.

I laid her into the tub and turned to fetch the big knife. When I returned she was attempting to masturbate and coughing up more blood which slid down her chin. I kneeled by the tub and brushed her blood matted hair away from her face.

She coughed and puked some more bile and in a moment of clarity said “I’m glad we did this. It’s a beautiful way to die, being stabbed in your belly. I can feel the holes inside me. I can feel all the cuts bleeding. I feel more alive now than ever before. I’m ready. I love you.”

“I love you too, brave girl.” I said.

During our talk I had positioned the blade horizontally near the wound that was low below her navel. I placed the knife tip in the tender wound and pushed slowly but deliberately. The large knife slid easily into the wound left from the smaller blade, opening the horizontal gash. When the blade was several inches inside her I flipped the blade vertically with the sharp side towards her vagina causing her to grasp my hands with hers. I slid the blade out and applied pressure downward. She was weak but she wasn’t fighting it, if anything she was helping the motions of me sawing open her tummy. In and out in and out twice more and the blade was brushing up against the top of her pubic bone. Her breath was fast and shallow. She was trying to manage the pain. I flipped the wet blade in her stomach and we both sawed in and out. The knife sliced her flesh with ease. Inches at a time it slid through and past her mangled bellybutton. We stopped with the blade a few inches above her navel, not quite to the switchblade wounds in her upper belly. Her whole body was shuddering and shaking.

When I withdrew the knife her hands were still grasping mine as hard as her weak pulse would allow. I easily pried her shaking hands away and tossed the knife. I grabbed her right hand by the wrist and forced it into her gaping wound. She was trying hard to keep breathing. She wanted to see what was happening. I tilted her head down and she smiled a little at the sight of her fatty tissue and split open belly button.

“Just make a fist and grab some of your guts.” I asked

The weak girl closed her hand and I pulled her wrist. A whole gob of her large intestine and a lot of connective fat plopped free from her body cavity. Severed blood vessels pumped blood through the bright red coils. I reached my hand in just below where her navel used to be and squeezed on her sexual organs from the inside. Her entire body was shuddering. Her legs were kicking uncontrollably and her eyed fluttered. I knew it was the end. Her breathing became short and violent. I kissed her head and ripped out another large coil of intestine which plopped into the tub between her twitching legs.

She arched her back violently in her last throws and looked at me with eyes filled with fear. She took one last breath and went limp in the tub. I got ready to take a shower over what was left of her. I needed to be presentable to buy a chainsaw at country store down the road. I had a body to dispose of.