Lindsey walked in front of the target, the backstop showing the cracks and holes of that which missed the previous contestant. "Now remember," the unseen announcer said, "5 points for a complete miss." Lindsey checked her necklaces, the dozen or so rolling around her neck and over her breasts. They were smooth, but can easily part. "Regular arms and legs and torso not covered elsewhere, 50 points." A single rope around her hips draped a triangle of beads to cover her groin, or at least pretend to. "Hands and feet 100 points." She slipped her feet into the handles on the floor to avoid cheating, and reached up over her head to slide her wrists into the ones above her. "Head that deflects is five points. Head penetration, 250 points. Breasts, 400 points. Belly Button, 50 points. Sex, 500 points."

Lindsey was ready, and the bright lights that shone down on her prevented from seeing who was out there. But she knew they were out there, lining up for their turn.

"Goal is 1000 points. First five throwers get randomly seeded back into the line. You may begin when ready."

Lindsey stared straight ahead, and out of the light, a knife was thrown at her. And missed. "Five points," the unseen announcer said as it bounced and hit the floor. The second knife was thrown and hit her left leg, cutting into it and sticking out. She felt it enter, but there was no pain, no blood. "Fifty-Five."

The third knife was a miss as well, hitting beside her chest, an obvious attempt to drive the points up early in the game. The fourth was more conservative, and punctured her stomach, but not her innie. "One-Hundred Five." The fifth was the first non knife, and Lindsey watched as a throwing axe sailed through the air at her head, the heavy blade sure to split whatever it came in contact with - and missed, thudding beside her ear. "Once-Hundred-Ten."

Now the game began in earnest. The first five throws helped set up the score, and those who took them got preferential chances at another throw.

The sixth throw was a knife that sailed with precision and skill out of the darkness behind the spotlight, and Lindsey choked as it buried itself sideways in her throat, under her chin. "Not the head," the Announcer said. "One-Fifty-Five." She could still breathe around or through it, but it was uncomfortable.

An axe clipped her arm. A knife into her leg be her foot. Not quite enough. "Two Fifty-Five."

Lindsey smiled for her audience. Then an arrow sailed out of the darkness, someone paying for the better tool. This sunk into her left breast, splitting between the beads that covered it and she grunted as it went all the way through her, hitting the board behind her. "Six-Hundred Fifty Five. We are now in winner range," the announcer said calmly, as though this was the normal way to do things. Which it was. She was the target, and the person to cross the 1000 point mark got the prize! Naturally, it was going to be her, but why quibble on the details.

With the end in sight, people tried a little harder now. A knife slammed between her legs, aiming for her pussy and missing. An axe missed her chest, another person attempting to win instantly. Seven hundred. Eight Hundred. A knife slid off her forehead, hitting her with the handle. It didn't hurt, but she said "Ow!" anyway.

"Sorry!" the person said and got out of the way of the next thrower. Lindsey stared forward as an axe swung through the air.... And cleaved her skull in two! Lindsey blinked as she looked at the weapon between her eyes. The announcer giving out the final number of One-Thousand and Eighty. She slowly let herself out of the hand and footholds, not bothering to remove any of the sharp objects in her, even if it was a little disorienting. There were cheers as she walked off to the side, the next contestant coming on behind her.

She was met outside of the blinding light by the Announcer, who nodded at her while going through their routine. Beside them was a person she had never met before, a man in his twenties or thirties who approached her. "Hey," he said in greeting.

Lindsey pointed at the knife in her throat that prevented her from speaking. "Oh, yeah," the man said as he gestured that they move away from the Announcer and the next person that was the target of the throwing board. Once they were away, he reached out and put one hand on the axe in her head and the other on the knife and with a quick yank, spun the knife around in her neck, cutting off her head. He lifted her up by the axe, and she blinked as he looked at the knife in his hand and put it in the most convenient place to put it. Right back own her neck.

She wasn't going to complain about that, naturally. "There," he looked at her, still holding her up. "Nothing in the way. "Now, where were we?"

"I have an axe in my head, a knife in my neck, an arrow through by tit, and about a dozen knives in me in various places," Lindsey replied, listing off the damage. "You get those as well as me," she added. "We are where you want to be."

His lips curled up in a smile. "I like that," he gave her head a shake. "Well, that's in there really tight. I threw it pretty hard."

Lindsey had no response to that. They found themselves in a private room, as she had a hand on his shoulder the whole time to keep from getting separated. "Now," he finally pried Lindsey's head off the axe, un-splitting her vision. "Hold this," he handed her her head, and she took it, not putting it back, but holding her head in her hands as the man quickly started to pull all the knives out of her, leaving her skin unblemished. The last thing inside her was the arrow in her breast, and he didn't hesitate to put one palm against the back of it, and push it all the way through her, his hand on her chest as he reached around to pull it out the other side. This meant that her face was against his stomach, and she took the opportunity to kiss him.

"Eager, aren't you?" the man said as he stepped back, arrow in hand.

"It's what we're here for, isn't it?" Lindsey replied.

"True enough. But I'm not satisfied with my knife throwing skills," he agreed with her. He took her head from her grasp and set it down on a table, then set the arrow down beside her. "Every thousand points, I have my way with you," he took a knife in his hand. "A reward for skill."

Lindsey relaxed her body and put on a sultry smile. "If you get exactly a thousand points," she challenged him, "I'll do something special for you."

"And what would that be?" he asked as he tossed a knife at her, watching it go into her hips.

"Win and you'll find out," she clarified. She did need time to think of something, that's for sure.

"Deal," he said, and threw again.