Chapter 3

August 1996 – Frank and Tanya
Fun Games That People Play

“How about this one?” Tanya asked playfully. Frank looked over from his reading and gazed at the laptop on the bed nestled in Tanya’s lap as they lay next to each other.

There was a wicked, oddly shaped pistol on the display screen.

“It’s an electric, chrome-plated BB pistol,” Tanya explained enthusiastically. “You can use six-millimeter paint balls. It’ll produce a healthy sting, and the lucky lottery winner can use it to decorate my bare body under the black strobe light while I dance around on the stage! What’d’ya think? Huh? Ya like?”

“Yes,” Frank laughed at her eager anticipation. “That sounds like a great idea. But, I get to try it out on you first.”

“Of course, darling,” Tanya cooed. “It only holds sixteen pellets, but I’d better buy several hundred, just in case. Oh, look! They have BB grenades! Want to get some?”

“I don’t think those are the exploding kind, sweetie,” Frank said, grinning helplessly at his fetish-inclined wife. “But you can order one if you want.”

He remembered her telling him about the first night they’d met. She and Béla had showered together. Béla had worked her soapy little hand clear up inside of Tanya’s pussy and drove her crazy with sexual abandon. Tanya wanted Frank to do that to her, but when he tried it, it hurt her too much, which annoyed them both, especially when he told her he used to do that to Béla and she loved it.

“But Béla was a real pain freak and I’m not!” Tanya proclaimed. “I like torture, but I don’t like pain. Do you understand the difference? Stinging sensation is nice – being royally ripped open down there isn’t!”

She’d also tried to learn how to masturbate with steaming hot water. That was a dismal failure, too. Despite the fact that she healed fast, she didn’t like pain. Another problem was that, according to her, now that she had vampire blood flowing in her veins, she was always edgy. She continually felt like she needed something extra, but couldn’t determine exactly what. But she was certain that it had something to do with her desire to be exquisitely tortured.

The package arrived UPS three days later. Tanya immediately took it upstairs and unpacked it. The first thing she did was load it, point it at her bare middle and pull the trigger. Nothing happened.

“Fuck!” she murmured to herself in frustration. “Forgot the batteries!”

She ripped open the package of three double-AA’s and inserted them in the handle. Then she turned the BB pistol on herself, aiming right between her marvelous bare breasts and pulled the trigger again.

“Ahhhh! Ow!” she yelped, dropping the pistol on the sheet between her legs. “Fuck! That hurts!”

There was a tiny, bleeding hole right in the middle of her breastbone. Frank was almost at the top of the stairs when she shot herself. He hurried the rest of the way when he heard her cry out.

“You okay, Hon?” he asked as he anxiously pulled her hands away, trying to see the damage.

Tanya blinked tears of pain out of her eyes and let her husband inspect her tiny wound. It healed quickly, leaving a little bump under the skin.

“The BB is still in there, sweetie,” Frank said quietly. “We should probably try to get it out.”

As he spoke, however, the little bump seemed to fester, then broke open. The BB leaked out in a little pimple of white paint and dribbled down her stomach.

“You were just too close, Hon, that’s all,” Frank explained, then got an idea, perhaps encouraged by his suddenly interested, quickly enlarging cock. “Let me go across the room and try it on you.”

“I’m not so sure I want to be shot again with that thing,” Tanya replied anxiously.

Frank grinned, not intending to allow his wife to talk herself out of it, especially now that she’d actually bought the little paint gun. “This ‘thing’ doesn’t have that kind of range. You shot yourself point-blank. It’ll only sting if it’s farther away. You like ‘sting’ – remember?”

“I love Sting,” she exclaimed, suddenly smiling. “I also like being stung, so go for it, big boy!”

She handed the electric pistol over and scooted to the edge of the bed, sitting up so she could present a decent target for her loving husband to shoot at.

“Ready?” he said from across the room.

She nodded. He fired. She hissed as the tiny paint ball splatted against her stomach. It stung like hell, but it didn’t break the skin.

“Much nicer,” she hissed, smiling through gritted teeth. “Do it again!”

A couple more ‘pops’ and two more splats appeared on her stomach.

“God, that feels good!” Tanya exclaimed, breathing hard now.

She rolled over onto her hands and knees. “Put one up my ass, darling!”

Several more white splats of paint appeared on her rump but nothing got between her legs.

“This thing is really hard to aim,” Frank complained.

“That’s okay,” Tanya assured him, panting with arousal. “I’m enjoying it...”

After several more shots, she gave up and rolled over, spreading her legs.