I remember years ago watching one of the 1980's slasher horror films, but can't remember the name of the movie and can't find it anywhere.  I remember it for one scene.  It was a haunted house where a man and woman were killed on their wedding night and their ghosts killed anyone who came into the house.  The scene I remember is a guy who broke into the house to rob it, was attacked in the basement by the bride.  She used a pair of scissors or garden sheers to cut his belly open and laughed while he squirmed and screamed as she pulled his intestines out.

My question is, does anyone have any idea what the name of this movie is and where I can find that clip?

This archer Dash Rendar is so impressive, able to shoot a 165 pound longbow, and I'd like to know what other members here think about him.
I like to fantasise about being Dash's live target, stripped naked, while he aims his arrow at my torso, thinking about where that arrow is going to hit.
Maybe some of you out there can say if you'd like to be an archer's target and where the arrow would enter your body. Or maybe some of you could say if you'd like to be Dash, and what targets you'd be shooting at.

Dash Rendar's Youtube

Dash Rendar short.

   

It was early on a warm summer day in the Cumberland Gap in the state of Kentucky.  Two large tents were set up in the forest away from the normally traveled trails.  Jerry and his three sons Dennis, Allen, and Thomas had come with Jerry's twin brother Peter to celebrate Peter's son Alex's eighteenth birthday.  They all came out of their tents wearing buckskin loin cloths, mocassins, headbands, and arm bands that held the ensignia of the Cherokee nation.  Jerry was tall slim with a swimmer's build.  Dennis was much like his father with the tall slim body.  Allen was fair skinned blond blue eyed and almost painfully thin.  Thomas was shorter than his brothers and a little overweight.  Peter was a tall broad chested man whose only concession to the modern world was his brown horn rimmed glasses.  Alex was as all as his father already broad shouldered young man.  He had light blond hair and bright blue eyes.
"Why do we dress like this every year?" complained Allen.
"It's tradition." said Jerry.
They went to Jerry's truck and he passed out bows to each of them and quivers with only three arrows in them.
"We only get three shots, so someone had better get lucky or we go hungry tonight." sadi Peter.
"Alex and Pete, you go to the top of the ridge and we'll go along the bottom and see what we can find." said Jerry.
As the six men seperated and moved into the woods they had no idea that another group of men had been watching from the ridge above.  They were dressed similarly except on their arm bands they had the emblem of the Shawnee nation.  The leader of the group whispered to his followers:
"Those Cherokee dogs are hunting on Shawnee ground.  As soon as they get in range, we make them pay.  Make them suffer, shoot them in their bellies."

Twenty minutes later Peter and Alex made it to the top of the ridge and were beginning to walk along the top looking for any signs of wild life.
"Do you have any idea how ridiculous we look in these things?" asked Alex.
"Our ancestors hunted like this for centuries." said Peter.
"I'll bet they looked just as silly." said Alex.
Shump.  Alex stopped short and dropped his bow.  Peter turned around and looked at his son.  Alex stood with a dumbfounded look on his face and his hands wrapped around an arrow that stuck perfectly into his round belly button.
"Alex!" screamed Peter as he dropped his bow and moved toward his son.
Shump.  Peter dropped his bow and fell to his knees bent over with an arrow stuck above his loincloth and below his navel.  Shump.  Shump.  Shump.
"Oooohhhh!" groaned Alex as he took a step back when three more arrows drove into his toned belly.
Peter forced himself to straighten up and reached toward Alex.
"Dad!  Help me!  Daddy!" gasped Alex.
Shump.  Alex stiffened as an arrow hit between his sixth and seventh rib.  His pale blue eyes went blank and blood dribbled over his lower lip.  Alex's legs gave out and he fell in front of Peter and lay motionless.  Shump.
"Ooomphhh!" grunted Peter as an arrow slid into his deep round navel.
Peter stumbled to his feet and tried to make it over to where Alex lay.  Shump.  Shump.  Shump.
"Ooooooooo!" screamed Peter as three more arrows hit his belly.
Peter looked around trying to find the archers.
"Why?" asked Peter as he looked down at his fallen son.
Shump.  The only answer Peter got was the pain of an arrow hitting the middle of his chest.  Peter gurgled and fell back.  He landed on the edge of the ridge and slid down the hill almost at the feet of Jerry and his sons.
"Pete!" cried Jerry as he ran toward his twin brother.
Shump.  Shump.  Jerry stopped running and stumbled, then fell to his knees clutching arrows that stuck on either side of his navel angled into his guts.  Shump.
"Uuffh!" spat Jerry as an arrow plugged into his belly button.
"Dad!" cried Dennis.
"Daddy!" gasped Thomas.
Shump.  Jerry spun around as an arrow hit just left of the center of his chest.  He spun down to the ground beside Peter and lay motionless.  A hail of arrows came from the woods toward the three brothers.  Thomas staggered back and looked down in shock as sixteen shafts stuck in his rounded belly.  Dennis leaned back against a tree with six arrows in a straight line up the middle of his long lean belly from the top of his loin cloth to just below his sternum.  Allen stiffened and bent a little as he wrapped his hands around the two arrows in his big round belly button.
"Great, we get turned into pin cushions and he gets two in the belly button." groaned Thomas.
Shump.
"Eeeyaaaahhhh!" shrieked Allen as an arrow hit between his navel and his loin cloth at his waist.
Shump.  Shump.  Dennis stood up to his full height as arrows hit between his sixth and seventh ribs on both sides.
"Ullkh!" gagged Dennis as blood poured over his lower lip.
Dennis slid down the tree and sat staring blankly at Allen.  Shump.  Thomas took a couple of staggering steps back as an arrow hit the left side of his chest.  He fell flat on his back and lay still.  Allen looked around him and groaned.  One look at Thomas' eyes rolled upward and he knew his baby brother was dead.  The empty look in Dennis's eyes confirmed he was dead.  Allen stumbled toward his father.  The slack jawed empty eyed look on Jerry's face confirmed that he was already dead.  He looked over at Peter and saw that his face was a mask of agony.  Peter's belly jerked up and down in heavy gasps and Allen was relieved to find at least one of his family still alive.  Shump.  Peter arched his back and groaned as an arrow hit below his sternum with the arrow angled so that the arrowhead went up under his ribs.
"Gluck!" spat Peter through a mouthful of blood.
Allen shook his head as Peter's eyes went wide and his belly stopped pumping.  Shump.
"Oh!" gasped Allen as an arrowhead went into his heart.
He fell to his knees, then over on his side.  Allen had joined his brother, father, uncle, and cousin in death.

from The operation Typhoon 2013

Warrior Series 001. I'm adding an additional series using figures from past postings, but with a solid backgrounds. I will also be adding variations to the originals. This is the first one completed. Comments and feedback welcomed.

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It was them versus me in the arena.  I used all my strength to fend them off, but one had a spear and the other a sword.  My stomach was already slashed, and my cock was stiff.  The sun burned our skin and the sand burned our feet.  
I kicked at Artus with my right foot, landing a solid blow to his stomach.  He doubled over and fell to his knees, coughing.  That was when Xavier struck me from behind.
I felt the tip of his spear enter my back and I yelled in surprise and pain. I watched as his spear exited my muscled stomach through my navel. The bloody metal tip tore through my shallow navel and exposed about eight inches of wooden shaft.  I felt my knees give out.
"We have you now, Antonius," Artus coughed.
My cock began dripping pre-cum onto the hot sand. Xavier noticed, and then came up beside me.  He knelt beside me and grasped my throbbing manhood.  The crowd cheered as he began masturbating me, and I concentrated on getting off one last time instead of focusing on the pain in my belly.
"Make my death last.  Give the crowd a show."
Artus looked at me.  "I will, old friend."
I came at last, my sperm shooting across the sand. Satisfied at last, Xavier put his foot on my back and ripped the spear from my body.  I screamed, and I suddenly tasted blood.  I began coughing up blood, and I felt it drip onto my chest.  Artus swiped his sword across my stomach, splitting me open.  My intestines spilled onto the sand and I just stared at the bloody pile at my knees.
"Make it count," I said to him.  I puffed out my chest and closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I heard Artus yell and I felt his sword crash into my chest.  My heart was skewered by the blade, and I opened my eyes.  I gasped and our eyes locked.
"Be free, my friend," he whispered. 
He ripped his sword from my chest and I collapsed onto the sand. I tried to breathe, but it was impossible. I died seconds later as the crowd cheered.

Naked Warrior Impaled and cums...

   

These are by an artist named 'John'.
I don't know who he is but I think his work is worth sharing.
       

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A couple of group friends lend a hand...