Buck's Phototales

The Dream is never quite the same.
And I'm glad of that ...
It would be rather tedious were it entirely repetitive.
No. My Dream, though always along the same lines, is seldom exactly the same.

But it does usually start out in a similar manner ...
I'm sitting at my computer terminal, poking about here or there, when suddenly I'm confronted with a popup ...



I've won!
What I have "won" is the opportunity to be featured in an upcoming video release on the KillaBabe Web Site!
I have but to sign a waiver agreement which would absolve anyone connected with the site of any liability whatsover ...
(The actual language looks as though it were parsed from the
"Terms and Conditions" page from the Norton Internet Security package ...
And whoever takes the time to read those things in the first place?
And who could make any sense of them if they did?)

At any rate, mine is to be a featured role ...
It is the girls who play the starring roles ...



And is't that only as it should be, after all?



What the KillaBabe site specializes in is they call Consentual Snuff ...



And what could induce any woman to be willing to have a blade thrust between her ribs ...



And and into into her chest or belly ...



With little or no meaningful protest coming from her ...



Is something that is entirely beyond my comprehension ...



But the KillaBabe producers stress the fact that it is fantasy after all ...
So I guess that means that just about anything goes ...
No matter how improbable the situation may seem to the uninitiated ...



Be that as it may, I received my instructions and made a date with the KillaBabe representative,
and in due course I found myself at their studio, and the set,
which didn't appear to be anything more than a fenced-in portion of the producer's back yard.

Have you ever had an experience where you were certain that you were eager to do something,
but when you got your chance and the opportunity arose - you weren't so sure?

Seeing that I was having my doubts, the producer had two of the girls put on a demonstration for my benefit ...



Having targeted her rather ornate-looking sword on her partner's navel,
the woman who had been elected to do the killing put her weight behind her weapon ...



And thrust its entire length deep into her victim's gut!



The ladies were both quite slender and the blade of the sword was rather long ...



And so I must have made some comment to the effect that I would have thought that the blade
would pass clear through their bodies.
But I was assured that the KillaBabes were using a uniquely constructed device
and that what by all appearances was a truly wicked-looking blade - actually telescoped
in upon itself in three sections, and so did no harm to the "victim" whatsoever.



By this time I was getting over the self-consciousness that had inhibited me earlier...
And so when the cameraman asked if I'd like to take part in the next scene, I accepted without a moment of hesitation!



I discovened that I was wearing a hooded cloak or cassock of some sort ...
Don't ask me where it came from for as far as I know, I own nothing like it ...
But then - this sort of thing often occurs in dreams, doen't it?



That sword had a truly wonderful feel to it as it appeared to plunge into the young woman's belly!
And when the producer shouted,
"Cut!" ...
I was disappointed ...
I was more than ready to stab her again!



Gazing forlornly down at my victims, I was disappointed that it was all over so soon.
And I guess they could tell how I felt by the expression on my face because the producer came to me and said,
"Don't worry, Buddy!
We're only just getting started!
Just give the girls a minute to change costume ...
And we'll have you going at it again in no time!"



The ladies soon returned and took up positions on the ground.
I had won this opportunity by simply because mine had been the one millionth unique click on the KillaBave site.
And I found myself wondering for what had to be at least the millionth time how or what I had done to have this fantasy in the first place.
I have to admit that the more "acceptable" adult entertainment - let's call it what it is - pornography doesn't fascinate me
to any great extent.
Oh, certainly the women are interesting enough for the most part ...
But watching some guy get his rocks off in one way or another simply does virtually nothing for me.
But should the same woman be willing to be cut down by an arrow, or run through by a sword, spear, or any other pointed object,
I find to be erotically arousing.
But at the same time it must be fantasy and fantasy only.
I have no desire that my victims should be hurt in any way,
and would be as distressed as any "normal" person would be in the event that they were.
I have never been able to figure it out and for the most part have ceased making any attempt to do so.



The girls are sisters, I was told, and I was hard put to choose between them.
I found Brenda's navel to be intriguing ...
But I can't in all honesty say that I found it any more so than was Bedelia's.



After several minutes of careful research, I determined that it was Brenda
who should be the first to fall victim to the thrust of my blade ...



"Now do me!" Bedelia insisted as she arched her body over that of her sister.
And I, being thoroughly caught up in the spirit of the moment, was only too happy to comply ...



There came another lull in the action as the girls went inside to hit the showers.
I could have done with one myself by this time and offered to join them ...
But - Alas! Fantasy only went just so far!
The producer assured me that the Grand Finale was coming up and that I would not be disappointed!
It was Brenda who reappeared shortly ...
I guess that she was a Harem Girl with the black veil she worn across the bottom of her face ...
At any rate - it was her body that was to hold my interest!



Though it appeared as though the girl was doing all that she could to defend herself against the threat of my sword ...



What she was in fact doing was making an attempt to guide my hand!



I was in imminent danger of developing a severe case of the shakes at this point,
but under my victim's direction, I somehow managed to remain on target!



Into her navel slid the blade!
Deep! Deep!! And deeper still!



I don't why it is that driving a knife of any kind into a woman's navel is so arousing!
But it is!
At least to me it is ...
It must have something to do with the navel representing an orifice that has the potential to gain entrance to the woman's body?
In other words, this fantasy is in some way to our minds a substitute for having intercourse with her ...
Well, it has been said before that
Man Is Born Of A Woman ...
And he spend the best years of his life trying to get back intp one!
This then is just another way!



Being stabbed through the mid-section, I might have expected that my vitim would double over at the waist ...
But much to my surprize and delight, Brenda's reaction was quite the opposite.
She arched back with the hilt of the sword protruding from her torm belly ...
Which action served to aim the peaks of perfection that topped her firm breasts skyward ...
Oh! But that this moment could go on indefinitely!



And next I knew, Brenda was down on her back on the ground - still arching mightily!



I grasped the hilt of the sword which she seemed only too glad to relinquish, and pulled the blade back until it was almost free of her wound ...



And then drove it back into her belly - and left it there!
Though she remained alive, Brenda no longer was inclined to arch ...
I suppose that she no longer had the strength ...



Leaving the sword protruding from her belly, I dragged my victim off to a spot where I hoped to build a body pile ...



I suppose that a commonly held belief is that anyone who has fatasies of this sort must have a hatred for women in general ...
I hold that - in least in my case - nothing could be further from the truth ...



Winner or no winner ...
Prize or no prize ...
I would have been as horrified as any "normal" individual would be had any of this been real
or had any of the players been injured in any way by any action that I had taken ...



Strange it is that I would be thinking this even as I buried that weapon in my victim's heaving chest ...



Was I trying to convince myself even in the dream-state?
Was I attempting to offer an apologia of some sort?



No ... I think not ...



You see ...



Long before I had any knowlege of - or was even fully aware of the difference between the sexes ...



Life's experience bestowed upon me the wish that I be granted the ability to revive the unfortunate creatures ...
Such as these that you see here lying before me ...



Now in reality, I cannot make that happen ...
But in fantasy I've seen the self-same "dead" woman appear any number of times ...
My fantasy is fullfilled ...
And I am made a WINNER!
Again and again!
Each and every time!