Thanks you for that, Yppiz. Here's the first of a four parter... The beautiful teenage stewardess asked me for the third time if everything was all right. My cheeks were blushing and sweat coated my brow, plastering some of my shoulder length black hair to my alabaster face, but there was no way I could tell her what was the matter. I knew that if I just kept telling her that I was okay, the concerned woman would just keep coming back. I told her that I was going to the funeral of an old friend. That was not too far from the truth after all. She was very sympathetic, and now having established that I would be okay if given some time, she stopped paying so much attention to me. I had made all the arrangements, paid out the contract, as well as a bonus for having it done the way I wanted. In fact I had paid a great deal extra to have the "full package deal" that they offered me, as well as my own special requests. I was given a fortune of an inheritence and bribed the right officials to close my file without finding me guardians. My black hair complemented my creamy white skin, having been in the goth scene since my early teens. As far as as I can remember, my friends and I had indulged in girl on girl sex. Night after night of pleasure passed by, during which I discovered my love of pain. When I discovered Snuff sex and what it was all about, I was very intrigued. Then one day on the net I found a chat channel all about it. God it was good. I spent days in that channel watching and participating in the horrible yet incredibly sexy murders that happened there. Victim after victim died there, yet could be done again the next day. I also found other snuff style chat rooms and lots of websites about snuffsex and necrosex. But after a couple of years that was not enough. The more I thought about it the more I just had to do it for real. No more play, no more games. But how? Then, as I began to talk more and more openly about what I really wanted I noticed two things. First many people stopped chatting with me. The fact I wanted to do it for real scared a lot of people, and rightly so I know that. But I just had to do it. My net play, and real life BDSM where not enough. But it was the second thing that had me brought to this plane and on this trip. One day someone using the handle MurderInc. contacted me on line. They said they could full fill my wildest fantasy's ... for the right price. As I got to know them better and better I realised that they were on the up and up. This was real, not a joke. They even had a woman who had paid them to snuff HER contact me before they did her. I was even allowed to meet her on one of her business trips. She told me how she wanted to die ... God did that ever turn me on. We talked about our love of snuff sex, and I was really regretful that I had not met her earlier. Then a few days after that meeting I saw a picture of the murdered woman in her local paper when her body was found (just as she had told me it would be) in her local park. Part of her fantasy had been to be found like that and be photoed and stared at by people. She was already dead; they had no reason to carry though her plan, yet they did. Later that night MurderInc. contacted me again, and sent me pics of her death. I masturbated for hours to them. They had done exactly what she told me she had paid them for. I knew then that they could and would fulfill my fantasy. They contacted me again and we began to discuss it. They offered me a "special package deal". When they told me what was involved I could not resist. No matter the cost it was worth every penny. I told them what I wanted and exactly how I wanted to die, and they asked for tons of info. They seemed somewhat surprised by the depth of my fantasy, but pleased and excited as well. They told me how much what I wanted would cost. Prohibitive for any but the wealthy. Fortunately, I qualified under that category. Besides, if this worked out I would have no need for money anyway. Finally I arranged for half the money to be sent to a Swiss account. But when the time came and I was talking with them about the actual final arrangements, I all but lost courage. The money was no problem...it was the thought of what my friends would go through that stopped me. As bad as I needed to die like this, the thought of what would happen to them filled me with guilt and remorse. Images of them, naked in my vacated bed, weeping as they had comfort sex helped assuage it somewhat. I had made sure they would be able to live together the way we had for as long as they wanted. It had taken five months to arrange everything the way I wanted. Those five months had been the longest wait of my life. But now it was all set up. I was on my way to Toronto to meet them and to have myself, Kimberly Aniston, the girl whom I had fantasised about killing for five years, snuffed while enjoying every minute of it. I thought of how much pain I was going to go through once they had begun their work, how much pleasure, just how intense an experience I was going to have. I had wanted it for so long, and if I had to give up the rest of my life for me to get it, then so be it. I was unable to get my self image, set out as I had paid for, writhing in agony, screaming in pain and savouring every delicious moment. It sent shivers of lust up and down my body. That really helped me get myself under control. I supplanted guilt for lust. And the more I thought about what would be done to me the more turned on I got. Soon all I could think about was meeting these people and getting started. My clit had already soaked my panties as I started to breath heavily. The stewardess looked at me, concern in her eyes. As almost always, I began to imagine what this girl would look like in the position I would be in soon, and my heart started to race. Imagining this tall, good looking, 19-something blonde shrieking her lungs out in agony, her beautiful body arching against the pain, soon had me hot all over. I was staring at her, my mind filled with the evil things that could be done to her, my body surging with lust. My eyes roamed up and down her body, imagining it covered in her own blood. Then I realised just how intently I was staring. I could see that she had noticed me staring at her, and to my surprise my hot lusty stare did not offend her, in fact she smiled and walked over. "Well, you seem to be feeling better. Perhaps you'd rather not be alone tonight ... with your grief that is." She smiled, and slipped me a business card, with a cell phone number on the back. I regretted that I would be leaving as soon as I was. There would not be an opportunity to meet her later. "Sorry beautiful," I told her with genuine regret, "but I'm leaving tonight right after the funeral, so I won't be able to meet you later." "Ah well," she replied, "keep it, maybe you'll change your mind." I doubted that. That was part of what I had paid so much money for. Once I got on this plane the contract had started. I was going to die for me today, even if I told them to stop. Not only had I paid extra to see it done the way I wanted, but also for the fact that no one could cancel the contract, not even me. Now feeling more prepared, I was able to sit quietly and rehearse in my mind what would happen later tonight. The more I thought about "Her", the more hot I got. I once again started staring at the stewardess, imagining her beside me, both of us holding onto each other in our final agony. Oh God, was that ever a hot thought. Finally, after our eyes met several times, my flight arrived and with one final regretful glance at the stewardess, I got off the plane. I was much better prepared now, but my heart still started beating like a frightened rabbits when I saw the two twin girls at the foot of the escalator that led to the luggage pick up. They were both at least 5'2" with hardly a pound of it fat between them.Both wore black jumpsuits with a rose on their chest, the thorny stem winding its way between their pert breasts. As part of the contract, because I was going to be personally involved, I had been obliged to send a photo of myself. So I was not surprised when they seemed to recognise me and came forward to introduce themselves. "Hello," said the left one, "you must be Samantha Houston?" This had been the name I was told to use. Cliché, but it was their business, so they were the experts. I froze for a moment; after all, these ladies were paid killers. I was busy admiring their bodies, so all I was able to do was nod. She seemed to sense this, because she smiled and said, "Don't worry, everything is going just the way you asked. No worries. By the way, I'm Beth, and this is my sister Tanya." She gestured towards the other girl who gave me a sweet smile, framed by her chestnut hair. She had a deep gentle way of talking with a cultured voice that immediately relaxed me. "How much luggage did you bring?" Tanya asked. She also had the same cultured and gentle voice. "Just my carry on, I'm not staying long." This was the code I was given so that they both knew I was who they thought I was. If they had the wrong passenger, then the conversation would have seemed innocent. "Let's go then, Sam." Beth led the way, with Tanya behind me. We left the airport and waiting for us was the limo, as promised. We piled in, with the two human goddesses on either side of me. I was faintly surprised to see that the driver was a girl. She was even wearing a chauffeur's uniform. She put the car in gear, left the airport and in moments was on the highway. “How did you manage to get into this business?” I asked. I had resigned myself to being killed by adults. That these twins were teens like me aroused me to no end. The twins glanced at each other mischievously, “trade secret.” "Look," Beth said soon after in a sheepish kind of voice, "I know you paid for the full package, but our boss Jeanette always gives the clients one last chance to back out. You're not gonna die easy you know. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I almost panicked at that point. Were they backing out of the deal? Oh fuck no!!! I would go mad if I got this close only to have it taken away! "Don't tell me your backing out?" I whispered, almost cracking up. Tanya took my hand and gave it a firm squeeze to get my attention. "Hey ... calm down ... like I said its all going the way you want. It's just our policy, even on the full job, to give you one last chance to call it off. Jeanette figures that if you really don't deep down want to be killed, catching you off guard like this will make you back off." Strangely enough, all they had provoked in me was a sense of panic of it NOT happening. As nervous, guilty and scared as I was, my lust and need for this was much stronger. Now, more then ever, I knew I wanted to die, and that I had to go through with it. I looked Tanya dead in the eyes, and even though I could not stop trembling, I was able to hold my voice steady. "I'm more sure now then when I hired you. Lets do it." That was when it sunk in: I realised, truly realised, that it was now inevitable, and there was no going back. "We're gonna have to knock you out for the journey there." She warned. I already knew this, so I nodded. She patted between her legs and smiled, "sit over here." More than my interest aroused, I shifted to the position. Her cushy breasts pushed into my back, leading me to snuggle in closer. Beth scooted over, undid my miniskirt and pulled down my underwear. She buried her face in my crotch and pushed her tongue into me, sending delightful waves of pleasure radiating out from my loins. I felt Tanya's right hand caress my own tiny mounds, her left brushing aside my hair so she could nibble at my ear. I moaned, enjoying the sensations coursing through my young body. I heard a click as a container closed, and she held a bottle of whiskey in front of me, "this drink is spiked, you'll be sleeping for a while. Don’t worry though, we’ll be going with you." She took a long drought of it, swallowing twice. Then she tipped the bottle over my belly, letting the liquid run over my almost glowing white skin to Beth's busy mouth. Her twin lapped it up as it ran over my clit, tongue fucking me as it trickled to a stop. I bucked my hips, moaning my approval. Then the bottle was held before me, with roughly half the whiskey still sloshing within. I opened my mouth greedily, gulping down the alcohol and feeling the delightful burn down my throat. "Don't fight it sweetie, let it take you away. It's just to get you to our club. Don't worry, you'll get what you paid for and you'll be wide-awake. You've got my word on that." Tanya's soothing voice combined with the drug to make we woozy. Soon the world got smaller and smaller. The last thing I felt was Beth sleepily bringing me to orgasm and Tanya stroking my hair, head slumped on my shoulder, saying over and over, "Don't worry, Kimberly ... we'll take good care of you."
Sounds very promising so far.
Very nice. I'm looking forward to more - and if you're going to match me story for story this could be fun. ;o) Cheers, Bill
I've promised to match every consensual story posted here that I like with one of my own (post-announcement). While I'd hoped for more people, if there's going to be just one responder I'm glad it's someone as talented as you, Yppiz. This story is 4 parts long, but the first two are mostly build up (admittedly I think it's great build-up), so I'd feel a little cheap asking for a story to match each part. So I'll post the first two parts now. I'll await another consensual story before I post the third. Death Inc was the first story I ever modified and is the most heavily modded, despite the fact that I absolutely loved the original. I patched it up a little before posting as well. Took out a small negative section in part 2, removed a disassociative trick the main character was pulling on herself in the first part (every sentence in part 1 where she thinks of the pain and death she's going to have inflicted on herself, she was originally telling herself she was paying to have it done to someone else), and modified some characters, most drastically changing two male characters into the twins. _____________________________________________________ I had no sense of time having passed when I woke up. I still felt very groggy. I groaned and slowly opened my eyes. "Easy does it Kim. Here, have some water. You’re a bit dehydrated and it'll help get the taste out of your mouth." A hand floated into my vision with a tall glass of water. Then as my vision began to clear I could see that it was the limo driver. From the looks of it, she was barely a year older than me. She was wearing what looked like some kind of uniform rather than the chauffeur's outfit. It had black pants with a leather belt and a bright silver buckle with a strange symbol on it. It had an unusual shirt; the buttons all ran up the left side of her belly and chest, like a double-breasted suit with only one side. It had a high collar with a gap in the middle, like a priest, but instead of a collar there was a pendant, in silver with that same strange symbol as on the buckle. A pair of soft black shoes completed the outfit. "You can call me Judy, Kim, or do you prefer Kimberly?" "Thank you Judy," I mumbled as I sipped the water. "And Kim will do just find." "How are you feeling Kim?" The question seemed ridiculous, as this girl was going to help kill me in a little while. "Um, okay I guess. The water helps a lot." At least it took the taste out of my mouth. "We are sorry about that. Most people don’t take the full package deal like you did and they can chicken out whenever they want. But experience has taught us that once its started our clients usually panic for a short time. We almost got caught once when the woman who hired us started screaming her head off as we drove though the downtown. All she had to do was say 'stop', but she panicked. After that Jeanette insisted that we use the chloroform. She had told us to do that before, but Beth and Tanya figured they could handle it. Somehow she always knows. Jeanette is never wrong." Judy watched as I finished the glass of water. "By they way, she said you wouldn't back out or freak out, but Tanya and Beth got really spooked by that close call so they don't take chances anymore." I sat up and looked around. I was in a very plush room, lying on a soft but massive bed. There were no windows, but other than that it looked like the bedroom of some high end penthouse. Then I realised that I was completely naked. I looked for something to cover myself but other than the bed sheets I could see nothing. I pulled the sheet up to tuck under my arms, covering my breasts. "Don't bother to look for your clothes. You won't be needing them after tonight." Although she spoke gently, the reason I wouldn't need my clothes struck home. "Umm...how long before we begin?" I couldn't help a slight trembling in my voice. I had known that no matter how much I wanted this, I would be scared. "I still feel a little woozy, and I want to be wide awake." And that was no more than the truth. "Oh don't worry. You'll be wide-awake when we start. Its all part of the service you paid for. We even have something that will help you a little later. Besides, it's still a couple of hours away at least. Jeanette is making sure everything is set up just perfect for you." Judy sat on the edge of the bed, and without any shame pulled the bed sheets off of me and began to look me over. "Wow you're in great shape...you should last a long time. That makes it better for everyone, including you." I could see her looking over my perfectly smooth creamy 16 year old body, unscarred despite my years of BDSM and Torture play. I had always healed well, "Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, "you said you’ve been in the scene for a few years haven’t you?" I felt a shudder of both fear and lust go though my body at the hungry look she gave me. "Ummmm, yeah for as long as I can remember. I used to pinch and pull myself all over when I masturbated as a little girl. It was the only thing that made me cum. The more it hurts, the harder I cum." Even as I said it I felt another shudder of fear run up my spine. "Well, this is the ultimate experience for someone like you then. We really are the best, all modesty aside. You'll never have felt anything like it." Her voice was going thick, and she was breathing a little harder now. "I... I...," I started to say. "Go ahead honey," Judy said, "what is it?" Her voice was filled with a strange sympathy. "I'm ... scared. I know its stupid Judy ... but I'm so scared." My voice shook as I said this. The smile she gave me was beautiful and predatory at the same time. "Well of course you are Kimberly. We’re going to murder you tonight. Brutally murder you. Just as you paid for. Don't fight it, you'll find the fear makes it all the better when the time comes, even more so than you’re used to. You'll die shrieking like a banshee, and that’s a promise." Her voice was husky now, and she was breathing hard. I felt a shudder of fear go up my spine, in combination with the lust her excited state was giving me. I could tell her words were purposely designed to increase my fear. Despite her comforting voice, and sympathetic manor, she fully intended to make sure I died in horrible pain tonight. She reached forward, looking into my eyes to see my reaction, and began to twist and pinch my nipples quite hard. "OOOOOOOOoooooooooooo ... c-can I ask you a question?" I wasn’t sure whether to ask her to stop ... and it felt so good anyway. "Of course Kim sweetie, that’s why I'm here." I was still stunned by her manner, she sounded so sweet. As she finished her sentence she gave my left nipple a savage twist that made me cry in pain, and made my pussy to tingle. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh...why are you calling me 'Kim' now instead of using the alias?" She gave my nipple another savage twist, and I could see how turned on she got by my moan of pain. "Oh, that is just to help with your journey here. Our sanctum is secure. After we take over, we want to make sure you realise that it's you who is going to die." She grabbed both my tits, and squeezed hard, digging her finger nails into them. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNN," I grunted, arching my back to give her better acess, "but what about you ... doesn't that get too personal for you?" I was honestly curious, and it kept me from thinking about what was ahead. "We want it to be personal. I want to know you before we do you. I'd hate just to snuff some person without knowing something about them. That’s part all the info you had to send, so we can all get to know you a little bit." Her voice as a husky whisper now, and I could tell from her breathing she was getting close to cumming. "But isn't that hard on you ... all those deaths, knowing who you're killing?" I was in quite a bit of pain now, and her words were making my heart race with fear. "You'll understand when we start ... you'll see why its better to be VERY personal." Suddenly she pulled back. "No ... not yet. Jeanette would kill me if I marked you up too much before your time." She took a deep breath, releasing my tits after one last hard squeeze and twist. Oh God that hurt! And despite my fear, her enjoyment of my pain and the rush drove the last of the drug grogginess out of my system. I took several deep breaths, sucking up the pain, letting it fill me and make me wet, trying to fight off my growing fear. Judy watched me for few moments. "Oh wow ... you're gonna be the best yet. Jeanette was right. Some day I gotta figure out how she just seems to know this stuff." She gave my nipples one last tweak, the stinging pain making me shake. "And that is just a sample Kim. Just a taste of what's to come." Her voice was still husky and the hunger in her eyes made me shudder. She licked my blood off her nails, then licked the tiny trickles of blood off my tits. She smiled a wicked frightening smile when she saw how aroused I was. "Good, that makes it better. Your fear will make it so much better for you. " She grabbed my arm, and pulled me to my feet. "Are we starting now?" "Not just yet, like I said there is a bit yet to do. First you have to shower, then we'll start getting you ready." She opened a door, revealing an ornate bathroom. It was dominated by a huge bathtub and shower. The handles were ivory and the gold sink gleamed brilliantly, "Go get clean Kimberly, but don't be too long. You want to look your best, and we'll help with that. There's also some other things, and we need a bit of time for that." I hopped into the shower and started the spray. Now that I was alone I started to think again. My need to be snuffed was fighting with my survival instincts, beating them comfortably but generating just the right amount of fear. As I washed my imagination ran rampant, filling my mind with images of intense agony. I feared losing all control, and not really experiencing my death, just being lost in fear and pain. I pictured myself begging them to stop, spending my last moments wasting something I could only have once. I kept dredging up pictures of what my place of death would look like. Some horrible dungeon setting? Some thrown together room like in an abandoned warehouse? Some horrible dark ugly place, where there would be no beauty to my death? The place of my death was one of the few things I had been unable to control. It was here at their club, or not at all. Since I knew what was coming, I couldn't help but imagine the instruments of my death. For years I had dreamed of them, but I couldn’t help but worry that their quality could not possibly match my hopes. Images of horrible, ugly, graphic tools and objects filled my mind. I had paid for the "full package deal". I could not back out now ... no matter what. I was going to cherish this! I would not die as some nameless victim, but as I wanted; as a final ultimate act of sensuality. This would be how I ended my life…and left the legacy I planned as well. I leaned back against the shower wall, tipping my face to meet the jets of water. Eventually, I dried myself off and stepped out, where Judy was casually frigging herself while waiting for me. "Well it's about time." She smirked. I started to dry my hair, when she stopped me. "No, Cyndi will take care of that for you. Come on." She tugged my arm slightly, and led me, still naked, out of the room. We went down a short corridor, and then walked into a room where a young, beautiful looking lady was waiting at a makeup table. She had on the same clothes as Judy, except she had a smock on over them. Even with what I had been through this was surprising. "Well, there you are...I was beginning to consider having Tanya and Beth go find you. Sit her down, and I'll get started." Judy pushed me into the chair, then with another hungry look at my pale body headed back for the door. "Got to go Cyndi, make her beautiful. I'll send Beth or Tanya to watch her." "Well Kim, it is Kim isn't it, lets make you look ravishing shall we?" And with that she went into a whirlwind of movement. She did my hair first, complimenting me on its dark colour and how silky it was. "You sure take care of this," she said, combing out the knots, "It's just the right length...it won’t get in the way of some of the stuff tonight, and we don’t want that. I love black hair, it abosrbs the blood so well." This matter of fact way of stating that I would soon be bleeding was as exciting as Judy's statements about pain had been. I knew that they were to kill me, but the way they were building me up to it was exceptional? Once my hair was done, I must admit it looked beautiful. She kept up the same conversational style as any hairdresser, except she kept talking about blood, cuts, punctures and how they would look. At some point while she was working on my hair, both Beth and Tanya had walked in. They were dressed in the same body hugging clothes, showing off their gorgeously lithe chests and flat tummies. I felt very nervous sitting there, my body exposed while their eyes roamed up and down it. Like Judy I could see a hot hungry look in their eyes. I felt the warmth in my belly spread as they chatted quietly to each other, kissing and nibbling on one another’s outstretched necks in casual incest as they did so. One would point to a place on my body and then the other would smile, or lick her lips, or stroke the other’s thigh. Each time this happened I wanted to moan in appreciation... but I held back for now. Once she was satisfied with my hair, Judy started on my makeup. But this was not just on my face, but my whole body as well. The first thing she did was to shave all my pussy hair off. "It gets in the way you know," she said. She loved my skin; "Hmmmmm I just love your complexsion." As she worked she commented on how well bruises and blood and cuts would show up on my body, adding here and there where she thought it would look best. "Mmmmmm, now what do we have here?" Cyndi had found the nail cuts on my breasts from where Judy had been playing with me. Tanya walked over with Beth at that point. "Judy's been at it again. Can you cover those up Cyndi? If those show up we won't be able to cut her there...it'll look wierd." Tanya looked worried. Cyndi looked over the bruises and scratches with a professional eye. "They’re...healing really fast." It was true. The marks were already only half as prominent as they had been just after Judy had played with me. My body was healing at its usual remarkable rate. "Well, lets see...probably here, here, here and here." Beth ran one finger along my breasts, trailing it in small lines near the marks Judy had left. Her fingers marked the lines of where she would cut me. This was not going beyond my expectations. . "Okay girls, she's as pretty as I can make her. Wow, she's got a great body. This one should be really hot." I could see that Cyndi was giving me those same hot looks as the twins were now, and her nipples were standing out against her shirt. I couldn't help but look in the full-length mirror. Despite my fear I was stunned by her skills...dear god I looked beautiful! "Okay, now for the last. I'll be right back," Beth said, leaving the room. I got out of the chair, and stood beside it wondering what was next. A short while later, Beth came back into the room. "Okay, Jeanette says it's set. Come on Kim, we want you to look everything over, get a good look before we start on you." Tanya said this while walking over to me. We smiled at each other as she took me by the arm and pulled me towards the door. I didn't have the slightest chance to resist. "Be with you in a minute girls, just want to wash up," Cyndi said. From the tone in her voice she could have been talking about going to a movie. Judy was there in the corridor when we went through the door, with something in her hand. She held up a blindfold, and began to wrap it around my eyes. I started to protest, but she said, "It won't be staying there, we just want to surprise you with how it all looks." Tanya and Beth chuckled at that and I aquiescenced. Tanya held me up while Beth took my other arm and they all but dragged me down the corridor. I heard a door open, then I was lead out into some large cool space. "Here we go Kim ... get a good look," and so saying, Judy pulled off the blindfold. When I opened my eyes I gasped at what I saw, and my heart skipped a beat. Not from fear, but from surprise. I was behind the curtain of a closed stage and there in front of me were the instruments and place of my death. But it was not some ugly dingy little room or some horrible torture chamber with no beauty to it at all. I looked around in growing wonder. It was a large area with each part spread out from its neighbour. Each was a study in polished gleaming metals. Where there was wood it was dark and beautifully polished, shinning in the lights I looked around the racks where the instruments I had ordered were laid. Each was beautifully finished, like fine quality furniture. The tools themselves where gleaming metals, woods, and tooled leathers. The centrepiece made me catch my breath. Gleaming metal, polished stone and woods and snowy white ropes with tooled leather cuffs and bands shone and gleamed in the stage lights. God it was so beautiful! As I had been told, there were cameras and huge 12-foot screens all around the stage. They were not for others but for me...so that I could look around and see what was happening to me and how I looked in close-up detail or wide shot, from many angles at once. The stage itself was dark polished oak with dark red curtains. There were dozens of candles all around the stage, tall thick white ones in large metal and glass holders. I walked wonderingly around looking at each of the items. I felt my fear lessen as I did this. It was still there, but the shear beauty of these things took my breath away, and increased my desire for them a dozen fold. I walked by one of the racks and ran a finger wonderingly along one of the tools. It was gleaming metal and dark polished wood, perhaps even ebony. It even felt beautiful. "Me and Tanya made these for you Kim," said Beth at my side. "They will never be used on anyone else, and I'll keep them forever to remind me of you." Her words made my heart flutter, and I turned to her. "Will YOU be using this?" I said, looking into her eyes. I could still see the excitement there, and lust as well. The hunger was different now...somehow it had gone from hunger for my body, to hunger for me, Kimberly. "Yes, I will. And it's going to be good Kim. I made these special when the Jeanette told us what it could be like with you." I turned to stare at her handiwork again, and her hand began rubbing my side. I felt a body slide up behind mine, and Judy whispered in my ear. "Mmmmmmmm, what do you think Kim? We worked very hard on all of this. All of these were made by Beth, Tanya, or myself to be used on you and only on you. We won't use them all of course, but we wanted whichever was used to be special to you." She was caressing me, her hands busy on my tits, while Beth was running her lovely hand over my belly, almost but not quite brushing my pussy. My fear was mostly gone. It was there, for no one could face death without some fear, but it simply served to conplement my desire. I leaned back against her, keeping my eyes on the gleaming tool as her fingers gently rubbed and squeezed my tits. "They're beautiful aren't they? Deadly but as beautiful as anything I've ever seen." "Yes Kim, they are beautiful, deadly, exceptional." She kissed my cheek, then turned me to face her, Beth and Tanya joining her. "You understand now why I said your fear makes it better?" "Yes, I do. But this is so beautiful, even though there is no mistaking what they'll do to me. I'm scared Judy, but I want this more than ever now. I need to feel these, oh god how I want them," I indicated not just Tanya's tools, but everything on stage. I could feel my pussy getting wet, my nipples getting hard. Judy was breathing harder now, and I could see the twins rubbing each other’s asses. I had turned them on with my wondering tour of the stage. "Is it time now? I don't hear anything out there." I waved my hand to indicate the other side of the curtain. "No, not yet. We wanted to give you some time to let all this sink in, and to prepare yourself. You've got an hour until they are allowed into the club." Beth said this with lust in her voice. All three were now lightly brushing their fingers over my nipples and breasts. "An hour. What if I get too scared or I...," I started, but was cut off by Tanya. "You won't, not now. I don't think you will at all, even at the end." "And besides Kim," Judy said, "we have to get ready too. Jeanette wants everything perfect for you, and so do we." With triple sighs of reluctance, they stopped caressing my body. Judy handed me a deep black silk robe, and I put it on. It clung to my figure, caressing my skin and had a deep hood that could be pulled over my head, hiding my face in the shadows within. Then taking me by the hands, Tanya and Beth led me towards a door at the back of the stage. Judy walked off in the other direction calling softly, "You were right. She wants it now...and she'll do fine. I didn't believe you at first, but I think you're even right about her. She may be the one after all." I tried to turn to see whom she was talking to, but the door closed behind me as the twins took me back to my room.
Ah-HA! I thought this story seemed familiar and that there was a 'big reveal' in the original. Bravo for taking the time to adjust it to suit your own ends. I'll have to go through my collection of stories to see if I can dig up the original and compare. Regardless, you seem to have a good command of the language so it is well done and a fun read. Out of curiosity, how many of my stories, if any, do you have in your repository? Cheers, Bill
Thanks. For some reason, Dolcett Girls doesn't let me use the general search function even after I've registered. Now that I know your username I've actually read a couple of your stories by clicking on your name and finding your posts. I'll add some to my collection pretty soon, but I hadn't seen your stories till now.
You'll actually find all my stories through the link in my sig - a chunk of them are in the member-only section but most are publicly accessible. Have fun ;o) Cheers, Bill
Loving the story. Really starting to feel and emotional bond with the main character.
Really nice story so far. I almonst can't stand the anticipation until we get to the show.
great build up! super tease too, talking about the setup and tools yet not describing anything! mmm that fast regeneration seems suspicious... might be related to the big reveal..
Nah, it just means that they have to hurt her faster than she can heal. ;)
This is really teasing now.
Glad you all like it. How about one of you step up and post a consensual death story to make me post the next chapter?
Alright, Poppers was a fun story. A little quick with the pain parts, but more than made up for by the lesbian sex while it happened. So here's Part 3. To see the thrilling conclusion, post a consensual story. It doesn't need to be ultra long. eating with cheetos posted some great short ones. I sat in my room where the twin ladies had taken me, waiting for my death to begin. I had slipped off the robe and sat cross-legged on the bed. I was slowly and gently running my fingers along the lips of my pussy, keeping myself just on the edge of excitement, my mind reviewing what I had seen. I had dreamed of this moment for five years, and waited for it for five excruciating months once I knew it was going to happen. I was still very nervous and more than a little scared, but my need for my death and the pain that would accompany it was far stronger. I sat there, stroking my pussy, dreaming of what was to come. These thoughts filled me with longing. I was ready, more than ready for my life to be ended. Now my death could be glorious, and the legacy I had planned would not be wasted. No one might get it today, but that would not be because of me. "Well, you certainly seem to have gone through a change of heart...so to speak." I turned to the door and there was Judy. Standing behind her were Beth and Tanya, all dressed in white, skintight outfits with silver trim. "We've got something for you to take before your show starts Kim," Tanya said. She held up a small syringe, with some red substance in it. "Oh no you don't," I said flatly, "I don't want any drugs dulling this...I can only have it once and I know exactly what I want." Now that I was ready, even these two goddesses would not persuade me otherwise. Tanya grinned at the steel in my voice. "Jesus...I can't wait till we start Kim, you're going to be something special. But believe me, you are going to need this. What you want done will put you into shock very quickly, I don't care what shape you're in. This won’t kill your pain at all, but will also help you last. It's a...special stimulant...that will keep you going longer. You should last to the very end of your show, maybe even a little bit longer." Tanya gave me a smile that was both sad and excited at the same time. I had also noted the slight pause when she tried to come up with a name for whatever was in that needle. "That's impossible. There's no way I could last to the very end, Tanya, let alone beyond it. You don't have to make me feel better anymore. I'm not so scared now." I smiled at her, taking her hand in mine. "No, it's not impossible, just improbable. This is another one of those 'Boss' things Kim. This stuff will...support...your heart and your brain. I've got no idea how it works, but I've seen it used three or four times and it really does. You can lose almost all the blood in your body and still be conscious and your heart will keep beating. And it seems to stop shock dead in its tracks. You'll feel everything we do Kim. And isn't that what you really want? Don't you especially want to see if someone gets your legacy? I know that was the idea that I loved the most." I thought about it for a moment or two, then held out my arm. "Yes, that IS what I want." Beth didn't bother with a pressure cuff; she just gave my arm a good squeeze until a vein came up. I gasped at the pain but did not pull away. Tanya lined up the needle, then gave my arm a jab. Then she pushed the plunger and whatever it was was pushed into my veins. In seconds I felt its effects. My heart started to race, my head got dizzy, and I fell back against Beth. "Easy does it Kim," she said, "it'll only last a few minutes while it adjusts your body." I leaned against her, breathing heavily as the substance raced through my body. But in a few minutes my heart slowed to normal and the dizziness left. "Whew ... what was in that?" I was still breathing heavily, and I could almost feel it in my body, doing something to me. "To give the short description ... it is poison." This new voice came from the doorway. She stood there, wearing the same clothes as Beth and Tanya, except that the metallic trim was all in gold instead of silver. I could not see her face through the shadows at this distance but she was quite petite, half an inch taller than me at most, and had long golden blonde hair. "Poison?" I felt my heart skip a beat. That was definitely not part of the plan. "Yes, but don't worry it won't kill you. It won't have time. If you take this, and then don't lose a great deal of blood very soon it will eventually cause your cells to kill themselves. That is why we asked if you wanted the full package deal. Now it really is late too back out. But I knew you wouldn't anyway." She said, leaning against the door. The mouth I could see had full lips and very pale white skin. I felt sure she would be a stunning beauty. Her voice had a warm exotic accent that I could not place, but its timbre made my pussy respond. "Well Jeanette, she's all prepared...we can start anytime she's ready," Beth said still holding me. "Well milady, are you ready?", she asked me. I tried to see her face, but she was still too far away. No matter how much I wanted this, I could not stop the slight tremble in my voice, "Yes, I'm ready. Let's do it." I pulled on the robe then held out my shaking hands to Beth and Tanya, and they took them in their soft hands. "Don't worry. Kimberly, this is going to be incredible. I'm never wrong about these things," one of them said. "This will be the most incredible moment of your entire life. I promise it." She said this as if it were a statement of fact, like saying 'the sky is blue'. " 'The Boss is never wrong'? " I quoted. I saw her eyes tinkle. "About the death I cause? Never, Kimberly." For some reason, that smile combined with her voice made my pussy quiver. "Let's go, your guests are waiting." I felt a strange sense of pride and strength as I walked out with Beth, Tanya and their boss towards the stage. When I went thought the door, the stage was all prepared. Dressed all in white was Judy, and I could see Cyndi off stage at a large control panel, which evidently controlled the cameras. I could hear scattered conversation from the other side of the curtain. I smiled when I realised that most of it was doubt of whether it was really going to happen. The idea of all those eyes on me as my life was taken from me made my heart flutter. I looked around at the various screens, each showing me from a slightly different angle. In some I was even looking straight into my own face when I looked at them. Although the stage lights were on, providing the screens enough light to work, the light from the dozens of candles gave everything a soft golden glow. The equipment that was going to be used was there but much of it, especially the finale, was now covered with long white sheets. I was led to a central position on the stage, so that I would be right in the middle when the curtain went up. "The Boss" had carefully kept her distance from me when she was facing me, so I still had not seen her face. I was about to ask her to come closer for a bit when she seemed to read my mind, "You'll see me, but I want you to have a little suspense. I promise you'll see me before the end." Tanya and Beth were still holding my hands when Judy walked up behind me. She pulled the hood up over my head, hiding my face, then put her hands on my shoulders, giving them a little squeeze. "Say when you're ready, Kim, and then we get started." Her voice was filled with excitement, and her hands trembled almost as much as mine. I stood for a few moments, looking around at the stage and the people here. No matter which way I turned or looked, one of the screens gave me a good clear view of my robed body. I gave Beth's and Tanya's hands one last squeeze, then dropped them. "I'm ready ... oh God how I'm ready." With that Tanya and Beth stepped back a bit along with Judy, leaving me alone as the centrepiece on the stage. "Ladies and Gentlemen," I heard the Boss' voice say, "we are now ready." Then the curtain began to slowly rise. I heard the audience gasp as the curtain rose and the scene was revealed and then you could have heard a pin drop as total silence fell. The club itself was very nice, done in dark greens and browns with soft lighting. There were several tables, each of which had its own alcove, the dark colours and soft lighting giving each table a feeling of privacy. It was quite dark out there but I could make out that some twenty people, only about half the number I had invited, were sitting at the tables. While many were sitting alone; there were four couples and two groups of 3. The first consisted of 2 men and a woman, the other identical triplets. MurderInc. had taken care of that for me after I told them which nicknames I wanted to be here, and to exclude anybody over 20. There were actually more than I had expected to accept this offer. It's one thing to play snuff online, it's another to watch it actually happen. At that I was pretty sure that most of these people didn't really believe that what they were going to see was real. There were more ladies then men out there. I knew a few of the faces from pics, but I could not see any of them now. I could not help but wonder if any of them truly understood, truly knew, what was going to happen here. I could see that all of them had bottles of champagne and glasses at their tables. I felt a thrill of surprise when I saw that on the back wall of the club were three more giant screens, one showing a close up of my face, rigged like the other's so that I was looking into my own eyes. "Ladies and Gentlemen, for the few of you who don't know her full name this is Kimberly and despite your doubts we are here tonight to kill her." The Boss' richly accented voice filled the room. "As you already know, each of you was invited to witness this by my organisation at Kimberly's request. Many of you may think that this is some kind of special effect show, but it is not; this is very very real. We are going to kill Kimberly while you watch it happen." I stood very still, my hands the only things trembling now. I was going to go through with this, but once again my fear was getting stronger. Not stronger than my desire, not anywhere near strong enough to make me stop, but it was growing. I felt my heart begin to pick up a bit, but not very much. I looked around the room again, and could see that despite the fact that the Boss was the one speaking every single pair of eyes was glued to me. "But this is not for you. Having you here is part of her fantasy, as is every single item on this stage and all of the people you see here, including myself. She may be the one who will be dead by the end of the show but that is because she has requested it." I could feel all those eyes on my body and that felt very good. My excitement was growing as well as my fear. "We want this to be perfect for her, so please don’t interupt," the Boss continued. "If you can not see, then move to where you can, so long as you do not come up on stage. If you feel you can not stand to watch her slowly die or to watch her suffer, then leave quietly." Beth and Tanya came up to stand on either side of me. "If you disrupt what is happening on this stage and cause any interruptions of Kimberly's fantasy, we’ll need to remove you from the premesis quickly. Remember, this death, your watching, is for her." I looked over at her and smiled. For all the fact that what these people did was murder, she was honestly concerned that this would be the fantasy I wanted. "I am sure many of you will be very excited, and that is to be expected. I do not expect everyone to simply sit quietly and not react; this will be an intense experience for us all. You may talk, you may speak out loud if you wish, and you may stimulate yourself or one another sexually. If I feel it is appropriate, and it will not ruin the moment, I may even ask Kimberly if she feels like answering." Her lips returned the smile, revealing very white even teeth. This had also been part of my fantasy, being able to answer questions or speak to the audience. The Boss had insisted that she be the one to say when, as she had experience in pacing this and I did not. "In addition, each and every one of you will receive a movie of this event, covered from many different angles, showing what will be seen in these screens." She gestured to the various screens. "Because they were rigged for HER to look into, you will be able to see what she was looking at during each moment of her death." This caused a stir among the audience, as they had not been told of this before. "And finally, Kimberly herself has added something to this that we at this club have never done before, and it is an idea we find very intriguing. Kimberly has been very successful in business and local politics; she is a wealthy woman. She has left behind her a special legacy, which this club is to be the administrator of. One of you will be the beneficiary of this legacy." THAT really got their attention, they looked from me to her and back to me, as if looking for some kind of confirmation. I looked as much as possible into each of their eyes and gave them a smile and a nod. "Even we don't know who yet, only Kimberly knows who it will be, and she will not say until see feels ready to. There are a number of things on her list of qualified persons and she will not reveal the lucky person until she feels it is the right time. Which means that whoever you are, you have to be here when she picks you out." Again this caused a stir. I had added to their anticipation. I smiled as my announcement has the effect I wanted. "Do you agree to all the conditions I just mentioned?" Only a few answered her out loud, and then mostly in hoarse voices. Most of them only nodded. I could see three or four who seemed truly excited, one of whom was already rubbing her pussy through her pants. "If you feel you can not abide by these simple rules, then leave now," the Boss said, with that hint of steel again. To my surprise, one of the ladies, a thin woman with greying hair got up from her table and left. "I can't watch this," she said as she walked out the door. "I was sure it was fake." I couldn't help but be disappointed in her. If I had the courage to die, surely she could have to courage to watch for real, not just play online? "Don't worry about her Kim," Beth whispered so quietly that I barely heard her, "if she doesn't have the stomach to watch you die in person, then she doesn't deserve to share this with you." "Are there any more who wish to leave?" asked the Boss. She waited for a moment, letting the tension build, not just in them, but in myself as well. "Very well then." She turned to me, but she was still to far for me to see her face. "Are you ready Kimberly? Are you ready for your death?" As I had been briefed, this was the cue for my fantasy to truly start. It was only a formality, as whether or not I answered was a moot point. But I felt a surge of fear and excitement run up my spine and then into my nipples as she asked me. The fear was under my control, but I let it slip just a little, as it made me more keyed up and excited. I knew from my BDSM experiences that this would only make the experience more intense ... which was exactly what I wanted. "Yes ... yes I am ready. Please, let's begin." My voice shook as I said it, but it was with lust far more than with fear. I could see the looks in the audience's eyes, and the note of longing in my voice stunned them. "I want to thank you all for coming. Please enjoy. I want to share this with you all. I want you all to remember my death and my final moments." Then I held my arms out from my sides, in front of Beth and Tanya. "As you wish, My lady," said Beths' voice, and she and Tanya each took one side of my robe and slowly pulled off the hood, moving it off my shoulders to fall at my feet. The audience gasped as they saw my face, my hair, and my nude body underneath, and I heard a few sighs and soft whistles come from both men and ladies. Tanya and Beth let me stand there for a full thirty seconds, slowly absorbing their adoration. I felt my nipples beginning to get hard again, and my pussy begin to once again get moist. My heart began to speed up more as Beth and Tanya took each took an arm, and lifted me high into the air, carrying me without any effort over to the first covered area, where Judy stood, slowly pulling off the cover. As before I felt my lust grow as I stared at the items. I heard a gasp from someone in the audience as the rack of devices was uncovered. There were at least twenty different whips and floggers there. There were some I knew well, and some for which I had no name. They were made of coiled leathers and rope, some had small metal bits, the metal gleaming and new. As we got to the frame, I looked up and around and saw that I could see five of the screens from this spot, each giving me a different view of my body. The ladies set me down, and without hesitation I kneeled in the frame and put my hands on the bar which crossed over my head, leaving my back turned to the audience, stretched and slightly bent. I looked up into the screen behind the frame and could see my back clearly, with the one beside it giving me, as well as the audience, a close up of my face. I smiled at myself. "It's beginning," I whispered, "after all these months, it's going to happen." My fear was just a bit of sauce to my joy. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter, my nipples almost completely hard. "Yes Kim," I heard Judy say, "and it's going to be beautiful." Her voice was thick with lust. "One thing I think everyone should know," I heard the Boss say, "is that while she picked what kinds of items will be used on her, and in which stages, she specifically requested we not tell her exactly which ones would be used or exactly how. Her only stipulation was that she has to be alive and conscious and able to feel it when we reach the finale." I could see her gesturing towards the centrepiece in the middle of the stage. "So do not think this is exactly scripted so that she can control her pain, or that we have given her drugs to dull the areas that will be abused. Perhaps you'll begin to understand just how real this is." This had indeed been one of my requests. I was sure that if I knew exactly what would happen, it would be less intense then if it remained a mystery right up to moment it happened. And I was right, because kneeling there in that frame, waiting for the first blow, was getting me more and more worked up by the second. "Aren't they going to tie her up?" I heard a male voice say from the audience. "Well Kimberly, do we need to tie you up? Will you pull away or let go of that bar if we don't?" The Boss' voice was slightly amused, for she had to know the answer, and so should she. "Of course not. It won't be half so good if I couldn't let go. I want to have the choice ... and not stop anyway." I heard a moan or two come from the audience as I said this. "Very well Judy, you may begin," the Boss said. Judy made a great study of picking one of the whips; she would pick one up, look at it, and then put it back. She picked up a cat at one point, but put it back down. "No," she said, more to herself than anyone else, "that's not what I want." She then picked up something I did not recognise; it looked like a small whiskbroom. Then she walked up behind me. She bent forward, and taking my chin in her hand she turned my face up towards her and gave me a deep passionate kiss, slipping her tongue between my lips. I opened my mouth and we frenched as she began to stroke my back with the whisk. We continued to kiss as she made short fast strokes up and down my back, which at first only felt like scratches, in fact it was even pleasant. But soon the blood began to rush to my skin, brought to the surface by the irritation to my skin. She kept kissing me and soon I was moaning into her mouth in pleasure as my skin began to throb. She kept stroking, faster and faster. My whole back was soon singing in pain. My back was feeling hotter and hotter and it was starting to feel like the world's worst rug burn. As I moaned louder and louder, I could feel Judy respond to my pain and my pleasure. The moisture was building between my legs and my nipples were soon hard as rock. Her other hand held my head steady, not allowing me to break the kiss. Each time I moaned in pleasure I felt her fingers tremble. She broke our kiss and gave my back several long hard scratches of the strange little whip. I leaned back into each of them, soaking up the beautiful pain and letting it push my pleasure higher and higher. I looked up at the screen that showed my back and could see that it was cherry red. The air, which had felt warm a moment ago, felt cool on my hot skin. She let go of the whisk and ran her fingers down my back. I was unable to hold completely still and arched up against the hot stinging pain that trailed her fingers. Judy bent low, her face beside mine. "Now Kim ... now we really begin." She walked back to the rack, reached out and took down a long thin whip. She gave it a couple of experiment passes, the tip cracking just over my shoulder. Then without warning she brought it down hard and fast across my left ass cheek. I heard the audience gasp and I sucked my breath in as I felt it hit and tear into my butt cheek. I felt a sharp tearing pain rip into my butt and almost immediately I felt a hot wetness begin sliding down my ass. Then almost immediately she landed the next blow, across my shoulder blades this time. I had to grip the bar hard to keep from pulling away, and I couldn't stop the gasp of pain that the impact caused. Then she swung again, this time crossing the last mark. I cried out that time, and I heard Judy make a sound like the purr of a cat. This was not a "normal" whipping, it was not just "slapping" me and giving me bruises. This was a true whipping, the tip cutting my skin and making me bleed, the pain arching up my back. But the pain was having its usual effect on me, making me wetter and wetter. She was swinging the whip in long arches, striking my back over and over and over. She was an expert; the whip was hitting hard enough to cut, to make me bleed, but was not doing any damaged that would kill me. I could feel the long stripes on my back spill wetness, and it was dripping off my but to run down my kneeling legs to the floor. Each time I felt a sharp cutting and tearing pain, but as the pain climbed, I started to get close to cumming. For many who like BDSM, the pain makes the pleasure all the better. But for me it was the pain itself, the hot feelings it left behind, and the rush that it gave me that I liked. Soon I was crying out with each blow, a mix of pain and pleasure in each gasping cry. "My God," said a woman's voice from the audience, "look at her face!" I forced my eyes open and looked up at me face. I realised that I was making little "ooh" faces each time the whip hit, much like many ladies would do when they were being entered by a lover. For me it was much the same. I smiled at my own face, and heard the audience gasp again. I felt the warmth building inside me, the pain driving me higher and higher. Then Judy switched her impacts to long shallow ones, slicing long cuts up and down my back, from my shoulder to my ass. This was too much, and I felt my orgasm build. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes ... more ... oh God Judy--" I couldn't stop the cries, as the pain brought me closer and closer. But as soon as she heard this, she stopped. I looked to the right screen, and saw her toss the whip away. I felt a shudder of excitement run up my spine as I saw that her face had drops of my blood on it. I looked at her white clothes, and they also were pattered with drops of blood. My back was a mass of short and long cuts, none of them very deep but they were bleeding quite a bit. She walked over to me, and grabbed me by my hair, yanking me to me feet. "Get up ... I'm not done yet!" She was very excited, and I could tell my pain, and my reaction to it, was really getting to her. She grabbed me, and bent me over the bar I was holding earlier, leaving my bleeding ass exposed. "Spread you legs! Now!" she urged, whispering just after, "Hold tight, I'm going to make you cum now, but you know the price." She reached between my legs, and thrust two fingers into my pussy while at the same time bending to lick and suck on the wounds of my back. "AAAAAHHH!" I cried out, both in excitement and in pain as she rammed her fingers into my pussy and she tortured my poor back. I heard several moans from the audience as she finger fucked me hard and fast. I knew that very few of them understood that I was in great pain, most would think that pain was pleasurable for me. It was a path to pleasure, but it still hurt! But what was really turning me on was her licking up my blood, kissing my wounds. She was even rubbing her face into them, wetting her cheeks in my blood. I heard Judy breathing heavily as she brought my pain to a fine pitch, and then she suddenly pulled out her fingers and pinched my clit hard. I threw back my head and cried out as I came, the pain pushing me over the edge. "AAAAAAAAAAAaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh GOD Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssss!!!!! I yelled as she gripped my love button in her fingers. She did not let up the pressure either, letting my cum roll on and on until I fell shaking to the floor. I heard several loud moans and groans from the audience and I lay on my knees, gasping in air, smiling at their reactions. "OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh ... wow ... that was intense...," I told Judy, giving her a smile. "Not over quite yet," she whispered to me, her face slicked with my blood. Then she took me in her arms, and kissed me hard, our tongues touching once again. I pulled back and bit, and heard someone in the audience cry out as she watched me lick my own blood from her face. "Jesus ... she's really getting off on this isn't she?" Her voice a mixture of surprise and lust. "This is real ... I mean really real. Jesus, she's bleeding bad!" I could feel it running down my back and sliding down my legs, and it was making me hot. I loved how it felt. I knew that by this point I should be feeling cold, and nearly unconscious with shock, but other than the racing of my heart I felt no real ill effects. Judy pulled back, and signalled to Beth and Tanya. They walked over, and each took one of my arms, pulling them out and away from my body. Then Judy walked over to one of the rack of candles, and took two very large ones down. Beth and Tanya turned me so that I was facing one of the screens which showed my back. Then they braced themselves so that I could not pull away as Judy tilted both candles and poured hot candle wax over my wounds. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" I arched my back and screamed in pain. Dear God that hurt! She kept pouring as I arched away from it, until my back was mass of bloody candle wax, the wax sealing most of the wounds, stopping the worst of my bleeding. I sank in their arms, gasping in air to try to get my breath, while Judy moved back to my front, gently kissing me. I returned those kisses, and whispered to her. "Thank you. That was wonderful." I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. I could feel how excited she was, as she returned my kiss. "Mmmmmmmmm. Wish we had more time. I'd love to give you some more of this. I love ladies who like it," she replied. Her clothes were spattered with my blood now, the white showing up the red rather well. I heard a loud moan of lust from one woman in the audience when Judy wiped some blood off her lips, and then placed the finger in my mouth. I licked it clean. I stepped away from Judy, and turned to look at the audience, seeking a pair of eyes that seemed to understand. I could see that a lot of them seemed to be excited. One of the couples were holding each other, the man playing unconsciously with the woman's breasts and it looked like her hand was fiddling in her lap. They were speaking quietly to each other, the woman nodding as the man whispered in her ear. There were seven others, 1 man and six ladies, who looked very excited as well. There was one woman however who caught my eye. She was staring not just at me, but right into my eyes and I smiled at her. She jumped a bit, her eyes wide, and I could see that she was breathing heavy. One hand was twitching slightly, and I was sure she longed to touch her pussy. Was she the one? Maybe. We would see. I made a small gesture to the Boss, and she nodded, her eyes darting to the ladies who was still staring into my face, and at the couple at the far table. Then I turned so that they could all get a look at my tortured back. Some of the wax flaked off and fell to the floor as I moved. "Take a look everyone...these are not faked. Judy is a master with whips, and those cuts are real and very painful for Kimberly. But she has the will to take it and make it work for her, to make her cum." I could hear a faint tone of excitement in the Boss' voice. Then she gave Beth and Tanya a sweep of her arm. "Now ladies, if you would begin your part?" Tanya walked over and took my hand, leading me back to the rack that Beth was slowly uncovering. I heard the audience gasp as its tools were revealed. Knives and blades of many types were aligned on the rack, along with several long metal skewers. All of them were done in gleaming steel or chrome, and all had dark black handles with silver trim. God, they still looked so beautiful. I walked up to the rack, running my fingers over the same stiletto that had caught my eye earlier in the day. I was still feeling the effects of the orgasm I'd had earlier, but my pussy started getting wetter at the sight of them. I felt two soft hands circle my waist and Tanya whispered in my ear. "Not yet Kim, that’s for later on; first Beth, then me." She kissed the back of my neck, and I could hear moans and sighs from the audience as I lovingly ran my fingers along the cool metal blade. I reached behind me, feeling her lithe body under the soft clothes. My hands moved lower and found her pussy, not dripping wet, but very close. I felt more wax crumble off my back as I moved, and a few of the cuts on my back began to bleed a little as I did. Tanya pulled me to her, her hands around my waist, her pussy pushing against the crack of my ass. I sighed as her clothes brushed against my whipped, wax covered back. Then she began to move back and forth, rubbing herself on me, making me gasp in pain and pleasure as her pussy started to soak through her clothing. As she did this Beth slowly took down all the skewers one by one. I leaned back against Tanya, her small breasts pushing into my back, and whispered in her ear. "I know this wasn't part of the deal, but I want to feel you. Will you take off these clothes?" I had not requested sex, although I had wanted this to be sexual to some extent, but I had not intended at first to fuck any of them. But now I wanted to feel her skin on mine, to feel that pussy on the crack of my ass. Beth looked at Tanya, then waved the Boss over. She moved towards us, making sure to move so that I did not get a look at her face. I heard her step up behind us and then Tanya spoke. "She wants me to strip Boss," she whispered, "but I figure she'll want to take it further. Just wanted to check with you first." I heard a faint feminine chuckle, and she answered. "Of course Tanya, whatever the lady wants." I felt her fingers circle around my back, breaking off some more of the wax, making my back twitch. Then her hands circled my body, and squeezed my breasts, slowly increasing the pressure until I was biting my lip to keep from crying out. "You see, Kimberly," her sexily accented voice whispered in my ear, "I am never wrong about death...this will be wonderful for you." Then she released me. I shuddered in the warm aftermath of the pain. "Ladies and Gentlemen, there is slight change in the program. Please give us a minute." The Boss sounded as if they would be doing something to change the set. Then I heard several loud whispers and "ohs" and "ahs" from the audience and looked up into the monitor to see all of them, not just Tanya, slowly stripping off their clothes. None of them had on any under clothes, and they stripped without any self-consciousness. They had no hair on their bodies, none along the smooth curves and soft shoulders of those who kept fit without effort. God they looked good, and I gave each a smile. I could see several of the ladies and men in the audience give them long looks as well. Both Judy and the Boss now slid off their clothes, and I smiled at what I saw there too. Both had smooth flat stomachs and firm, developing breasts. Judy's body had many fine scars in several places, but I was sure they weren’t there before when I saw her... Both of them had shaved bodies as well, including their pubic hair. The sight of Judy's bare pussy, the lips puffed up in her excitement, made my heart flutter. The Boss was a study in pale marble perfection. She was very pale, but not a sickly or wane way, her long limbed body was a study of trim strength. Her body was completely untouched by either freckles or marks of any kind. Her blonde hair making a startling contrast to her pale skin. I felt a first faint regret. I would have loved to make love to this woman before this began. Then Tanya slid up behind me, her pussy pressing into the crack of my ass, her hands once again circling my waist. "Now ... let's keep going," she said and she took a tight grip, rocking her hips a bit so her pussy slid up and down my ass, rubbing on the whip cuts. I sighed in pleasure as Beth moved towards me again, several skewers in her hands. I could hear many members of the audience panting now, getting excited. I looked up at the monitor and turned slightly so that I would be able to see my own body when Beth stood in front of me. Tanya kept sliding up and down behind me as she spread one hand flat on my belly, the other slipping down my stomach to my shaved mound. Her fingers began to rub just above my clit, teasing me. Beth walked up to me, holding one of the skewers, her breath a little quicker now, and her nipples, like Tanya's now rock hard. As Tanya kept rubbing my mound, Beth held the skewer up in front of me. It was chromed steel, and had a small handle on the end. I smiled at Beth as I saw that my name was engraved on the spike of the skewer. "Did you make these?" I asked Beth. "Yes," she replied. "Tanya made the knives, I made these, and Judy made the whips. We all worked on the last piece together. Even the Boss made something for you." Tanya's finger dipped lower, and then began stroking between my lips as Beth started massaging my breasts. I reached up to the skewer, touching it with my fingertip. The slightest touched caused it to prick my finger, drawing a drop of blood. The audience stirred as the tableau held for a bit. But it was not for them; it was to build the tension for me. Then Beth took my left breast in her hand, gripping it tight. She placed the tip of it against my breast, its razor sharp tip pressed on the outside of my left breast just behind my nipple, getting a firm grip on the handle. As Tanya pushed the tip of one of her fingers between my pussy lips, Beth began to push the skewer into my breast. Tanya took a firm grip on my stomach as I gasped, the pain was one quick burst as it cut through my skin and then was accompanied by the unique feel of the shaft. I winced, but I did not close my eyes or cry out in pain. With one hand I grabbed Tanya’s wrist, reaching up with the other to wrap around behind her head. The gasp was not for the pain, but for the feel of the skewer entering my body. It was so sharp that it easily punctured deep into me without much effort. I could feel it sliding inside my breast, deeper and deeper. Beth stopped for a minute, the skewer in three inches or so, and looked into my eyes. I smiled at her and she bent gave my nipple a little pinch. I purred in pleasure, and with that she started pushing it in again. I felt it pushing through; it felt hot and cold at the same time and the pain radiating out from it was a soft deep pain, the kind that always made me cum so hard. I gasped again as I saw the skin on the inside of my breast bulge and then there was a sharp but quick pain as the skewer burst through. My breast was now run through with the gleaming metal shaft. I looked down at it, blood dripping off the tip and seeping out around the entry and exit points. I moaned in pleasure. "Ohhhhh ... finally!" "Jesus ... doesn't it hurt, Kimberley?" I heard a man in the audience gasp. "Well, Kimberley," the Boss asked me, "does it hurt?" I turned towards the voice, spotting the man bent over the table, being fucked by his partner who also had a hand wrapped around his cock. "Oh God yes. But it’s such a sensual pain. It's so good... It's hard to explain." I was panting a bit, for my heart was racing again, but I was telling the truth. It hurt but it was very good. Knowing it was real, feeling it actually inside me, was making me incredible wet. Tanya was also helping with that, her fingers constantly busy with my pussy, slowly sliding a finger in and out. I could feel her pussy wetting a trail along my ass, and it was dripping wet now. "And I can feel it ... can feel it inside my body. It's so good. It does hurt but I want more. I- EEE!" The last came out as a small squeak before I could stop it. As I had been talking to the audience Beth had quickly taken my right breast and pushed one of her skewers into it. In one long smooth stroke she ran it right through my breast and out the other side. I shook suddenly, the vibrations causing the skewers to send sharp hits of pain into my tits. I couldn't hold back the groan of pleasure that came out my throat. Blood now dribbled down both sides of my breasts. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss..." I could now hear many people breathing heavily, including Beth. She licked her lips, looking down at me, her eyes filled with passion and hunger. I reached down, and cupped her wet pussy in my hand, massaging it steadily. She groaned, and picked up a third skewer. She placed this on top of my left breast, pointing straight down, and as I began to get her off, pushed about an inch into me. I gasped, moaning in pleasure and gave her pussy a hard squeeze. She groaned again, and then pushed it in another inch. I shuddered, looking up into her eyes, which were ablaze with passion. I gave her pussy another hard squeeze, and once again she groaned and shoved in the skewer. We continued this -- squeeze ... shove ... squeeze ... shove -- until we were both panting and the skewer was poking out the bottom of my breast. We continued this with my other breast, and by the time both my breasts were double skewered, Beth was humping into my hands. "I wanna do more, Kim. I wanna hurt you bad...," she gasped, and I nodded to her, just as excited as she was. She then took the two sideways skewers, and as she humped into my hands she started moving them back and forth inside my tits. I couldn't hold in the scream of pain and pleasure that she shot into my chest! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaarrrrrr oh God yes!!" I squeezed her pussy with all my might, my other hand clamping on to Tanya’s head. Beth shuddered violently, and then I felt her pussy start to pump. She leaned forward, impaling herself as deeply upon my fingers as she could. She let out a loud groan and her hot love juice seeped onto my hand. "Ahhhh...," and her hips bucked and humped, thick streams of cum mixing with my blood. I arched my chest, loving the feel of the hot woman juice and blood on my skin, the cum stinging my wounds. I looked up into the monitors, which showed my tortured breasts, covered in blood and sweat. I smiled at myself, running one finger in the mixture and then licking it off my fingers. When Beth's groans eased, I could hear several members of the audience panting and moving. I gave a quick glance and saw many of them were openly masturbating now. One of the couples I picked out earlier were still feeling each other, although now the woman had her top off. The blonde I spotted still had her eyes glued to my face, but her fingers were now caressing her breasts, one hand now pressing on her pussy through her skirt. "Jesus," she said aloud, "she looks like she's about to cum again." "I am," I said without the Boss' prompting. "It’s the pain... and knowing I'm going to die...it's so hot. I've never been so turned on in my life." I looked the blonde in the eyes, trying to make her see the truth of my words. Beth stepped forward, shaking a bit, and took me in her arms. She pulled me tight, making me gasp as the skewers where pressed into my breasts and gave me a deep kiss. "Oh shit," she whispered, "you are the best, Kim. Thank you." I wanted to thank her, but she pressed her lips to mine again. When she broke the kiss, she pushed me back against her twin, whose pussy once again pressed into my ass crack. I realised that I was panting heavily, and that my heart was racing. I'm sure all the audience thought that it was just the pain and the pleasure, but it was more. "Tanya," I whispered, "I think that stuff is kicking in... *pant* ... my heart is racing ...will it...," I started to ask, but she put a finger to my lips, whispering her answer. "It's just the stuff adjusting your heart a bit. You've lost quite a lot of blood. If we hadn't given you that shot you'd probably be light headed already." Then she took my hand, and took me over to the rack with her knifes. She pulled me close, the same as Beth had, kissing me deeply. "God, this is going to be so good, for us both Kim," she whispered. "Don't worry, I'm an expert with these things. I won't kill you, but you'll get what you asked for." She was very excited, breathing heavily and her pussy was rock hard. She turned me around, looking with me to the monitors until we were in position where several of them showed us both. "Now," she said, pulling me back into her, her arms hugging my back to her body. "Now, Kim, I can do this really right." She began to rub up and down again, her pussy moving over the crack of my ass, her fingers sliding down to caress my pussy and clit. I moaned and leaned back into her, more of the wax flaking off. She moved one hand to one of the cuts on my ass, and as she continued to rub and stoke my clit she used her nails to scratch off the wax and reopen the wound. I gasped in pain, and then sighed in surprise and pleasure as I felt her run her pussy over the wound and into the blood until her pussy was slicked with it. "Blood makes wonderful lube, Kimberly," I heard the Boss say as Tanya soaked her pussy in my blood. "Just relax, Kimberly, and she will show you what skill she has." Tanya took a peculiarly shaped knife and pushed the handle into her pussy. She gently pushed me so that I was bent over the rack, placing my hands on the sides and bracing myself. I knew what she wanted to do, and I held still, spreading my legs and lifting my ass slightly. I grunted and moaned in pleasure as she placed the tip of her cock blade against my asshole and began to push herself into my ass. "OOOOOOOooooooooooo God yes. I love anal," I cried out, hearing some answering cries from the audience. I did love anal, it was so nasty; it hurts but feels so good at the same time. Anal was the beginning of my BDSM world and it was still one of my favourites. I closed my eyes in pleasure as she began to thrust in and out, the blade slicing up my insides, long slow strokes that felt so good. She also kept rubbing and fingering my clit and pussy. I humped back and forth with her, moaning in pleasure. I could hear more and more sighs and moan from the audience, and then suddenly several of them gasped, while one woman gave a low moan of longing. "Open your eyes, Kim," I heard the Boss say and when I did I moaned at the sight of Tanya's other hand holding one of her blades. "Kiss it, Kim. Kiss it before it kisses you," Tanya whispered in my ear holding the silver and black blade up to my lips. I felt no fear, just an incredible longing as I kissed the cold metal. I heard somebody cry out as I ran my tongue along the metal and the ebony handle. She reached down and placed the blade against my left thigh. I stopped humping and held still for her and looked down to watch as she pushed the tip of the blade into my thigh, no more than a fraction of an inch and then drew the blade up my leg, leaving a long shallow bleeding cut. I held my cry of pain and shuddered at the feeling of it cutting into my flesh. I heard two or three people in the audience cry out as the blood began running down my leg. "Oh God," one female voice groaned. "Oh that looks so hot!" I turned to look where the voice had come from, smiling at the admiring faces. Tanya's pussy twitched, moving the knife in my ass as I tightened around her in reaction to the first cut. I could feel it slicing into my inner walls, letting the blood flow along the blade, handle and soaking her pussy further, "How was that, Kimberley?" the Boss asked me, reacting to the woman's blurted comment. "Oh God, don't stop. More ... please more," I gasped out, having a hard time holding still from the pain, the pleasure and excitement as Tanya placed the knife on my other thigh and cut me again. "OOOOOOooooooooo," I moaned, "oh god that's so hot." I could feel Tanya breathing harder and she began to hump my ass a bit faster. She took the knife, and put it on the top of the line she had cut into my left leg. She pushed it in, and with slow precision made a line from that one, across my hips to connect it to the other one. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but I could not stop the bucking my ass into her pussy. Tanya moaned in response, and put the blade to my belly. Again she made a long shallow cut, this time pushing herself hard into my ass at the same time. She moaned into my ear, "Holy fuck you're beautiful. You really love my blades don't you honey?" I could feel her excitement at my enjoyment of what I was doing. "Oh God yes. Do more ... please. I love the feel of the blood on my skin, how the knife feels as it cuts…” “Ooooooooooooooooo..." I trailed off in a moan as she took the blade and ran it down my left side, making a long shallow cut that bled badly. This time she did not stop, but moved the blade across my stomach and then back up my other side. I cried out, unable to keep still this time, arching against the pleasure and pain of the knife’s sharp kiss. She next took a different blade down, one that had a very thin short blade, holding it for me to see again. I felt it prick my right ass cheek and then I cried out again as she pushed it into my ass cheek, no more than a 1/4 inch. "AAAAAAAhhhhhhhhh," I cried more in joy than in pain. She slowly grinded her pussy against my butt,, pinching my clit as she pushed the thin blade into my ass to the hilt. I moaned in excitement and pleasure as I felt it move with me in my ass. "OOOOOOOOOoooooooh, God. More. Please, Tanya ... more!" I begged her. Oh God, the feel of those blades on my body ... it was more intense than I imagined, and with her fucking my ass the combination of pleasure and pain was the most intense I'd ever felt. The feel of the hot blood on my skin was incredibly sexy. Tanya's other hand was becoming soaked in my pussy juice. "Your wish and all that, Kim," she said and took another short slim blade and pushed it into my other ass cheek. I cried out as the steel slid into me in one quick thrust, the hilt thumping into my butt. I closed my eyes and let the incredible sensations fill me. It hurt so much, and it was so very good! Tanya was now going pushing full on into my ass as she reached for another blade, this time a long very thin blade. I could not hold back the scream she brought to my throat when she placed it just under my right nipple and slowly, carefully sank the blade four inches into my breast. This time it really did hurt! "AAAAAAAAAAArrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh" I arched up against Tanya, who kept fucking my ass, and fingering my pussy as she slowly sank the blade in. Then she let go, leaving the blade buried in my breast. Her hand came out of my pussy and her arm circled my chest, holding me to her has she humped my ass hard for several strokes, whispering into my ear as she did. "Don't fight it, Kim. I've done this a lot. Just let it fill you. Feel the kiss of my blade inside you." I shuddered against her as the sharp pain slowly faded, to leave an incredible wet feeling deep inside me. The blade shook slightly with each cutting thrust of Tanya into my ass. "Don't worry Kim, I stopped just short of your lung. It looks much worse than it is." Blood was welling out around the blade now, running down to join the blood from the cuts on my side. She took hold of the blade once more, and slid the blade back out. I shuddered, but kept my eyes open, looking at the close up of it being pulled out of me. Once it was out, the blood began to spill out much quicker, but not as fast as I had thought. "that one will take a while to bleed you out, and we'll have enough time to go on to the end," Tanya whispered in my ear. "And the Boss' stuff will keep you conscious." I heard a woman cry out in the audience as she came and I turned to see who it was. It was the couple a the table, she was cumming as her boyfriend was pounding herself into her pussy on the table. The Boss looked towards me, and I shook my head. My legacy required a very special person. They obviously were turned on by my approaching death, but I was looking for more. She nodded and then to my surprise I saw Judy cross the stage towards us. "I can't just sit back anymore, Kim, not while they got to have you," and with that she got down between my legs, her face hidden by my pussy and her own hair, pulling Tanya's fingers from my pussy. Tanya chuckled and let her move her hand, saying quietly, "Watch me for timing, Judy. You know what to do." I cried out in pleasure as Judy placed her tongue over the wound on my right thigh and in one long wet stroke, licked from there to my other leg, following the path Tanya had left. "OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh God, Judy!" I gasped out. Then she began to lick me out, licking the blood that was dripping down my mound and off my pussy; sucking and licking on my clit and pussy. I closed my eyes and moaned deep in my throat, the sensation of the cuts and the blood running down my body, the two little knives in my ass, the skewers in my breasts, and Tanya’s pussy knife and Judy’s tongue fucking me making a mix unlike anything I'd ever felt. The orgasm I felt building was intense. I moaned and moaned, pushing my pussy into Judy's face as she licked and sucked on my pussy and my blood. She was moaning into my pussy, her tongue busy deep inside me. Tanya's pussy was now sliding in and out in long slow strokes. I was getting very close to cumming when I felt a sharp prick on my stomach, just below and to the right of my navel. "Open your eyes, Kim, you'll want to watch this one. Try and keep your eyes open," Tanya whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes, and smiled with delight as I saw the stiletto in her hand, the tip of it pressed against my belly. I looked up and around at the monitors seeing blood dripping and running all over my body, and the sight of it made me shudder in anticipation. I was gasping for breath, my heart pounding in my chest, very close to cumming. Then I felt Tanya's hand tighten around my breast, and she thrust deep into my ass as she began to push the blade deep into my body. Judy must have noticed what Tanya was doing because she suddenly took my clit between her lips and started sucking on it, her teeth nibbling very gently on it. I arched back my head, pain shuddering out of my gut in a hot wet wave, but was able to keep my eyes open on the monitor over head and watch the blade sink slowly into my stomach until the blood covered tip emerged out my back. I came like never before in my entire life. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my eyes finally closing as I felt the blade handle touch my stomach. I arched against Tanya and felt her shudder from head to foot as her pussy started pumping cum deep inside my ass. Judy was lapping and sucking on my pussy, nibbling and biting my clit. I shook and shuddered from head to foot, and would have fallen if Tanya and Judy had not held me up. My scream died off into a low moan as my orgasm finally began to fade away. I lay in their arms, gasping in a mix of pain and pleasure more intense than any of my life. Oh god, this was so good ... better than I had imagined. Tanya was holding me, her lips kissing the back of my neck as her pussy finally stopped filling my ass with her cum. "Oh God Jeanette", she whispered, "you were right. She's got to be the one your looking for." She slowly slid her pussy out of my ass. I could hear many people breathing heavily in the audience, and I could hear one woman in particular gasping for breath, obviously a fire with lust. I lay in Tanya's arms, Judy still gently sucking and licking my pussy, keeping my pleasure up. My heart was hammering in my chest, and as blood welled out around both ends of the knife for the first time I felt my body weaken. I didn't feel any mental weakness, only physical, but it was the first indication that my body was truly beginning to feel the effects of this. I lay in Tanya's arms, feeling my heart slow down to normal and getting my breath back. Judy slowly stopped the lovely movements of her lips and tongue on my pussy. She moved up to my mouth, her face and body now covered in my blood, and gave me a deep kiss, the trembling of her lips and fingers indicating that she had cum as well. I loved the taste of blood and pussy juice on her tongue. Then I heard a soft voice at my shoulder, "Now Kimberly, now it is my turn with you." I turned to look and there was the Boss, but she was standing so that her hair covered her face. When she could tell that I was looking up she raised her head and I finally saw her face. I was both shocked and delighted to see that the Boss was the beautiful stewardess from my flight to this place! She must have been wearing a wig on the plane! "One way or the other, I was going to have you, Kimberly Nichola," she whispered to me, "but this way is so much better for us both." She stepped up to me, and putting one hand on the knife in my belly, the other behind my head, she gave me the most passionate kiss of my life. I had never been kissed like this before; it was like she was filling me with pleasure through her mouth. She took a firm hold of the knife, gave it a slight twist and slowly, painfully pulled it out of me as Tanya held me still. "UUUUUUUUUUUUnnnnnnnnn," I couldn't help but grunt as it slid out of me, and then I felt myself bleeding out from the twin holes in my body. I gasped in pleasure at the feel of so much blood running down my body. It was bleeding much more than the one in my breast, and she gave another signal, breaking our kiss. I stood panting in surprise and delight and pain at what she had just done to me. "Oh God, look at her. How can she still be feeling this? Look at those wounds ... she should be unconscious." Many different voices were openly whispering, all of those who now remained waiting for my death. I looked to the couples, who were now fully involved with each other. The blonde was now on her knees on the floor, most of her clothing gone, she eyes once again locked to mine. She was leaning back against a red haired goth girl, getting her fuck hole fingered and breasts kneaded from behind. The look of, not just lust, but longing in their eyes was what I was looking for. I gave her a shaky smile, and then turned to the Boss. "Them," I whispered as quietly as possible. "If either of those 2 ladies takes it, I want her to get it." "I was going to recommend them to you," she replied as she took me into her arms. Then she gave me another of those incredible kisses, pulling me into a hot embrace. Her fingers stroked my body, running over the bleeding wounds, rubbing my breasts, causing me to gasp as the skewers were moved when she brushed them as well. Then her other hand began to stroke my pussy, her fingers moving between my lips in a smooth gentle rhythm. She broke our kiss, and her lips began trailing down my body. Wherever she kissed me, she left a deep warmth behind, a very pleasurable feeling. She moved down my body, kissing and licking, her fingers stroking my soaking pussy. I was got hot again, very soon after my last cum, which had been so intense. Her touch was incredible, and her lips were just as intense. She kept licking and sucking, lapping up the blood that was drying on my body. She avoided the wounds themselves, just licking the blood. Then she began sucking and licking in my navel, where much of the blood had collected. I gasped and giggled. As ridiculous as it seemed, she was tickling me. Then she reached out her hand and Tanya put a small stiletto into it. She looked up at me, her eyes ablaze and her face filled with a sexy smile. Then she put the tip of the blade to my belly, just over my belly button and looking into my eyes pushed it in ever so slowly. I shuddered and closed my eyes, unable to stay still and moaned loudly. "Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh," I groaned out, my body shaking violently. This one hurt even more than Tanya's deep thrust had, and she was going very slowly. "Yeeeessssssss," she hissed, "feel it, Kimberly, feel the steel." I gripped her wrist, feeling her hands guide mine. I luxuriated in the feel of the knife in me. She pushed it up to the hilt, about four inches or so, and then began to pull it out. As she did, she licked the blood leaking out around it, not allowing any of it to run away. I had to bite my lip to stop the cry of pain its withdrawal was giving me, and she moaned as my body quivered. Then she pulled the blade all the way out, and with a strange look into my eyes, she put her mouth over the wound, wrapping her arms around my hips to pull me close. I was unable to stop the shriek of pleasure as she thrust her tongue into the wound she had made. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I cried, as much in surprise as in pleasure, as this was not what I expected. The pain was still there, her tongue causing it to radiate out in waves, but just as intense was the pleasure it was giving me. My stomach fluttered as she sucked hard, filling her mouth with the blood and then swallowed. I felt a deep groan shake her, and then she sucked again. I buried my hands in her hair, unable to stop myself from yanking on it in the throws of my pain and joy. She groaned again, swallowed the mouthful of blood and then she thrust she tongue into me again. I cried out again as she moved it around in the wound, causing it to bleed further. She kept up this motion, sucking and licking at the cut, drinking down my blood. I felt her body quivering and shaking, as she gulped down more of my blood, and I wasn't far from cumming myself. The sensations where incredible, a perfect balance of pleasure and pain unlike anything I'd ever felt. But also I felt a growing weakness in my legs, and was beginning to feel cold. I felt a bit dizzy for the first time when she suddenly pulled back. "No," she said. "No, we must do th
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Very nicely timed cliffhanger, this story is reaching its climax in fine form. There is a bit of anal sex earlier in here that was converted from a guy fucking Kim to a girl. Unfortunately it still needs a bit of work because right now it has a pussy pumping cum into Kim's ass. Which, while not impossible, would be very, very tricky. Cheers, Bill
Yeah, I'm debating whether to change that part to fingers or humping a thigh.
How about tossing a strap-on into the mix? Then you just need to insert a blurb about it being put on. The ejaculation portion would still need to go, unless you give it a hand-squeeze pump full of faux-cum. That or there's the hermaphrodite/futa angle, but that's usually a separate category of story and awkward to 'whip out' as a workaround for a plot detail. Cheers, Bill
Glad you liked the Skate Slaughter story - you really should check out the version where I've been able to include the pictures. Great to see the finale of your story - I haven't the time to read it this very second but will come back to it shortly. Also, drop me an email sometime! Mine is in every post I make here and it would be a good idea for us to chat. Cheers, Bill
this site definitely needs more stories. For many, the consent, or the giving of the life, is the most erotic aspect.
That would be an amazing death to experience. You have no idea how hot you've made me
That was magnificent.
That... involved underage participants so I stopped reading.
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>>24 impaling, blood and torturing- so hot fapfapfap fictional character is two years underage- bro what the fuck not cool
...Bah. No wonder I couldn't find what you guys were talking about. It was in numeric form. I'd been editing the text a little more before I posted it. I guess that was a typo. *shrugs* Unfortunately, there's really no way for me to edit the post.
Is there going to be a sequel?
No. Sadly, the writer seems to have stopped doing anything new.
Umm, this story seems to be missing part of chapter 3. Lorekeeper, I might be mistaken, but I think you might have deleted the wrong post.
Ok, here's part 3 properly reposted. Apparently I deleted the wrong one last time: I sat in my room where the twins had taken me, waiting for my death to begin. I had slipped off the robe and sat cross-legged on the bed. I was slowly and gently running my fingers along the lips of my pussy, keeping myself just on the edge of excitement, my mind reviewing what I had seen. I had dreamed of this moment for five years, and waited for it for five excruciating months once I knew it was going to happen. I was still very nervous and more than a little scared, but my need for my death and the pain that would accompany it was far stronger. I sat there, stroking my pussy, dreaming of what was to come. These thoughts filled me with longing. I was ready, more than ready for my life to be ended. Now my death could be glorious, and the legacy I had planned would not be wasted. No one might get it today, but that would not be because of me. "As much as I’d like to let you continue, I’ve got to ask you to come with us." I turned to the door and there was Judy. Standing behind her were Beth and Tanya, all dressed in white, skintight outfits with silver trim. "We've got something for you to take before your show starts Kim," Tanya said. She held up a small syringe, with some red substance in it. "Oh no you don't," I said flatly, "I don't want any drugs dulling this...I can only have it once and I know exactly what I want." Now that I was ready, even these two goddesses would not persuade me otherwise. Tanya grinned at the steel in my voice. "Jesus...I can't wait till we start Kim, you're going to be something special. But believe me, you are going to need this. What you want done will put you into shock very quickly, I don't care what shape you're in. This won’t kill your pain at all, but will also help you last. It's a...special stimulant...that will keep you going longer. You should last to the very end of your show, maybe even a little bit longer." Tanya gave me a smile that was both sad and excited at the same time. I had also noted the slight pause when she tried to come up with a name for whatever was in that needle. "That's impossible. There's no way I could last to the very end, Tanya, let alone beyond it. You don't have to make me feel better anymore. I'm not so scared now." I smiled at her, taking her hand in mine. "No, it's not impossible, just improbable. This is another one of those 'Boss' things Kim. This stuff will...support...your heart and your brain. I've got no idea how it works, but I've seen it used three or four times and it really does. You can lose almost all the blood in your body and still be conscious and your heart will keep beating. And it seems to stop shock dead in its tracks. You'll feel everything we do Kim. And isn't that what you really want? Don't you especially want to see if someone gets your legacy? I know that was the idea that I loved the most." I thought about it for a moment or two, then held out my arm. "Yes, that IS what I want." Beth didn't bother with a pressure cuff; she just gave my arm a good squeeze until a vein came up. I gasped at the pain but did not pull away. Tanya lined up the needle, then gave my arm a jab. Then she pushed the plunger and whatever it was was pushed into my veins. In seconds I felt its effects. My heart started to race, my head got dizzy, and I fell back against Beth. "Easy does it Kim," she said, "it'll only last a few minutes while it adjusts your body." I leaned against her, breathing heavily as the substance raced through my body. But in a few minutes my heart slowed to normal and the dizziness left. "Whew ... what was in that?" I was still breathing heavily, and I could almost feel it in my body, doing something to me. "To give the short description ... it is poison." This new voice came from the doorway. She stood there, wearing the same clothes as Beth and Tanya, except that the metallic trim was all in gold instead of silver. I could not see her face through the shadows at this distance but she was quite petite, half an inch taller than me at most, and had long golden blonde hair. "Poison?" I felt my heart skip a beat. That was definitely not part of the plan. "Yes, but don't worry it won't kill you. It won't have time. If you take this, and then don't lose a great deal of blood very soon it will eventually cause your cells to kill themselves. That is why we asked if you wanted the full package deal. Now it really is late too back out. But I knew you wouldn't anyway." She said, leaning against the door. The mouth I could see had full lips and very pale white skin. I felt sure she would be a stunning beauty. Her voice had a warm exotic accent that I could not place, but its timbre made my pussy respond. "Well Jeanette, she's all prepared...we can start anytime she's ready," Beth said still holding me. "Well milady, are you ready?", she asked me. I tried to see her face, but she was still too far away. No matter how much I wanted this, I could not stop the slight tremble in my voice, "Yes, I'm ready. Let's do it." I pulled on the robe then held out my shaking hands to Beth and Tanya, and they took them in their soft hands. "Don't worry. Kimberly, this is going to be incredible. I'm never wrong about these things," one of them said. "This will be the most incredible moment of your entire life. I promise it." She said this as if it were a statement of fact, like saying 'the sky is blue'. " 'The Boss is never wrong'? " I quoted. I saw her eyes tinkle. "About the death I cause? Never, Kimberly." For some reason, that smile combined with her voice made my pussy quiver. "Let's go, your guests are waiting." I felt a strange sense of pride and strength as I walked out with Beth, Tanya and their boss towards the stage. When I went thought the door, the stage was all prepared. Dressed all in white was Judy, and I could see Cyndi off stage at a large control panel, which evidently controlled the cameras. I could hear scattered conversation from the other side of the curtain. I smiled when I realised that most of it was doubt of whether it was really going to happen. The idea of all those eyes on me as my life was taken from me made my heart flutter. I looked around at the various screens, each showing me from a slightly different angle. In some I was even looking straight into my own face when I looked at them. Although the stage lights were on, providing the screens enough light to work, the light from the dozens of candles gave everything a soft golden glow. The equipment that was going to be used was there but much of it, especially the finale, was now covered with long white sheets. I was led to a central position on the stage, so that I would be right in the middle when the curtain went up. "The Boss" had carefully kept her distance from me when she was facing me, so I still had not seen her face. I was about to ask her to come closer for a bit when she seemed to read my mind, "You'll see me, but I want you to have a little suspense. I promise you'll see me before the end." Tanya and Beth were still holding my hands when Judy walked up behind me. She pulled the hood up over my head, hiding my face, then put her hands on my shoulders, giving them a little squeeze. "Say when you're ready, Kim, and then we get started." Her voice was filled with excitement, and her hands trembled almost as much as mine. I stood for a few moments, looking around at the stage and the people here. No matter which way I turned or looked, one of the screens gave me a good clear view of my robed body. I gave Beth's and Tanya's hands one last squeeze, then dropped them. "I'm ready ... oh God how I'm ready." With that Tanya and Beth stepped back a bit along with Judy, leaving me alone as the centrepiece on the stage. "Ladies and Gentlemen," I heard the Boss' voice say, "we are now ready." Then the curtain began to slowly rise. I heard the audience gasp as the curtain rose and the scene was revealed and then you could have heard a pin drop as total silence fell. The club itself was very nice, done in dark greens and browns with soft lighting. There were several tables, each of which had its own alcove, the dark colours and soft lighting giving each table a feeling of privacy. It was quite dark out there but I could make out that some twenty people, only about half the number I had invited, were sitting at the tables. While many were sitting alone; there were four couples and two groups of 3. The first consisted of 2 men and a woman, the other identical triplets. MurderInc. had taken care of that for me after I told them which nicknames I wanted to be here, and to exclude anybody over 20. There were actually more than I had expected to accept this offer. It's one thing to play snuff online, it's another to watch it actually happen. At that I was pretty sure that most of these people didn't really believe that what they were going to see was real. There were more ladies then men out there. I knew a few of the faces from pics, but I could not see any of them now. I could not help but wonder if any of them truly understood, truly knew, what was going to happen here. I could see that all of them had bottles of champagne and glasses at their tables. I felt a thrill of surprise when I saw that on the back wall of the club were three more giant screens, one showing a close up of my face, rigged like the other's so that I was looking into my own eyes. "Ladies and Gentlemen, for the few of you who don't know her full name this is Kimberly and despite your doubts we are here tonight to kill her." The Boss' richly accented voice filled the room. "As you already know, each of you was invited to witness this by my organisation at Kimberly's request. Many of you may think that this is some kind of special effect show, but it is not; this is very very real. We are going to kill Kimberly while you watch it happen." I stood very still, my hands the only things trembling now. I was going to go through with this, but once again my fear was getting stronger. Not stronger than my desire, not anywhere near strong enough to make me stop, but it was growing. I felt my heart begin to pick up a bit, but not very much. I looked around the room again, and could see that despite the fact that the Boss was the one speaking every single pair of eyes was glued to me. "But this is not for you. Having you here is part of her fantasy, as is every single item on this stage and all of the people you see here, including myself. She may be the one who will be dead by the end of the show but that is because she has requested it." I could feel all those eyes on my body and that felt very good. My excitement was growing as well as my fear. "We want this to be perfect for her, so please don’t interupt," the Boss continued. "If you can not see, then move to where you can, so long as you do not come up on stage. If you feel you can not stand to watch her slowly die or to watch her suffer, then leave quietly." Beth and Tanya came up to stand on either side of me. "If you disrupt what is happening on this stage and cause any interruptions of Kimberly's fantasy, we’ll need to remove you from the premesis quickly. Remember, this death, your watching, is for her." I looked over at her and smiled. For all the fact that what these people did was murder, she was honestly concerned that this would be the fantasy I wanted. "I am sure many of you will be very excited, and that is to be expected. I do not expect everyone to simply sit quietly and not react; this will be an intense experience for us all. You may talk, you may speak out loud if you wish, and you may stimulate yourself or one another sexually. If I feel it is appropriate, and it will not ruin the moment, I may even ask Kimberly if she feels like answering." Her lips returned the smile, revealing very white even teeth. This had also been part of my fantasy, being able to answer questions or speak to the audience. The Boss had insisted that she be the one to say when, as she had experience in pacing this and I did not. "In addition, each and every one of you will receive a movie of this event, covered from many different angles, showing what will be seen in these screens." She gestured to the various screens. "Because they were rigged for HER to look into, you will be able to see what she was looking at during each moment of her death." This caused a stir among the audience, as they had not been told of this before. "And finally, Kimberly herself has added something to this that we at this club have never done before, and it is an idea we find very intriguing. Kimberly has been very successful in business and local politics; she is a wealthy woman. She has left behind her a special legacy, which this club is to be the administrator of. One of you will be the beneficiary of this legacy." THAT really got their attention, they looked from me to her and back to me, as if looking for some kind of confirmation. I looked as much as possible into each of their eyes and gave them a smile and a nod. "Even we don't know who yet, only Kimberly knows who it will be, and she will not say until see feels ready to. There are a number of things on her list of qualified persons and she will not reveal the lucky person until she feels it is the right time. Which means that whoever you are, you have to be here when she picks you out." Again this caused a stir. I had added to their anticipation. I smiled as my announcement has the effect I wanted. "Do you agree to all the conditions I just mentioned?" Only a few answered her out loud, and then mostly in hoarse voices. Most of them only nodded. I could see three or four who seemed truly excited, one of whom was already rubbing her pussy through her pants. "If you feel you can not abide by these simple rules, then leave now," the Boss said, with that hint of steel again. To my surprise, one of the ladies, a thin woman with greying hair got up from her table and left. "I can't watch this," she said as she walked out the door. "I was sure it was fake." I couldn't help but be disappointed in her. If I had the courage to die, surely she could have to courage to watch for real, not just play online? "Don't worry about her Kim," Beth whispered so quietly that I barely heard her, "if she doesn't have the stomach to watch you die in person, then she doesn't deserve to share this with you." "Are there any more who wish to leave?" asked the Boss. She waited for a moment, letting the tension build, not just in them, but in myself as well. "Very well then." She turned to me, but she was still to far for me to see her face. "Are you ready Kimberly? Are you ready for your death?" As I had been briefed, this was the cue for my fantasy to truly start. It was only a formality, as whether or not I answered was a moot point. But I felt a surge of fear and excitement run up my spine and then into my nipples as she asked me. The fear was under my control, but I let it slip just a little, as it made me more keyed up and excited. I knew from my BDSM experiences that this would only make the experience more intense ... which was exactly what I wanted. "Yes ... yes I am ready. Please, let's begin." My voice shook as I said it, but it was with lust far more than with fear. I could see the looks in the audience's eyes, and the note of longing in my voice stunned them. "I want to thank you all for coming. Please enjoy. I want to share this with you all. I want you all to remember my death and my final moments." Then I held my arms out from my sides, in front of Beth and Tanya. "As you wish, My lady," said Beths' voice, and she and Tanya each took one side of my robe and slowly pulled off the hood, moving it off my shoulders to fall at my feet. The audience gasped as they saw my face, my hair, and my nude body underneath, and I heard a few sighs and soft whistles come from both men and ladies. Tanya and Beth let me stand there for a full thirty seconds, slowly absorbing their adoration. I felt my nipples beginning to get hard again, and my pussy begin to once again get moist. My heart began to speed up more as Beth and Tanya took each took an arm, and lifted me high into the air, carrying me without any effort over to the first covered area, where Judy stood, slowly pulling off the cover. As before I felt my lust grow as I stared at the items. I heard a gasp from someone in the audience as the rack of devices was uncovered. There were at least twenty different whips and floggers there. There were some I knew well, and some for which I had no name. They were made of coiled leathers and rope, some had small metal bits, the metal gleaming and new. As we got to the frame, I looked up and around and saw that I could see five of the screens from this spot, each giving me a different view of my body. The ladies set me down, and without hesitation I kneeled in the frame and put my hands on the bar which crossed over my head, leaving my back turned to the audience, stretched and slightly bent. I looked up into the screen behind the frame and could see my back clearly, with the one beside it giving me, as well as the audience, a close up of my face. I smiled at myself. "It's beginning," I whispered, "after all these months, it's going to happen." My fear was just a bit of sauce to my joy. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter, my nipples almost completely hard. "Yes Kim," I heard Judy say, "and it's going to be beautiful." Her voice was thick with lust. "One thing I think everyone should know," I heard the Boss say, "is that while she picked what kinds of items will be used on her, and in which stages, she specifically requested we not tell her exactly which ones would be used or exactly how. Her only stipulation was that she has to be alive and conscious and able to feel it when we reach the finale." I could see her gesturing towards the centrepiece in the middle of the stage. "So do not think this is exactly scripted so that she can control her pain, or that we have given her drugs to dull the areas that will be abused. Perhaps you'll begin to understand just how real this is." This had indeed been one of my requests. I was sure that if I knew exactly what would happen, it would be less intense then if it remained a mystery right up to moment it happened. And I was right, because kneeling there in that frame, waiting for the first blow, was getting me more and more worked up by the second. "Aren't they going to tie her up?" I heard a male voice say from the audience. "Well Kimberly, do we need to tie you up? Will you pull away or let go of that bar if we don't?" The Boss' voice was slightly amused, for she had to know the answer, and so should she. "Of course not. It won't be half so good if I couldn't let go. I want to have the choice ... and not stop anyway." I heard a moan or two come from the audience as I said this. "Very well Judy, you may begin," the Boss said. Judy made a great study of picking one of the whips; she would pick one up, look at it, and then put it back. She picked up a cat at one point, but put it back down. "No," she said, more to herself than anyone else, "that's not what I want." She then picked up something I did not recognise; it looked like a small whiskbroom. Then she walked up behind me. She bent forward, and taking my chin in her hand she turned my face up towards her and gave me a deep passionate kiss, slipping her tongue between my lips. I opened my mouth and we frenched as she began to stroke my back with the whisk. We continued to kiss as she made short fast strokes up and down my back, which at first only felt like scratches, in fact it was even pleasant. But soon the blood began to rush to my skin, brought to the surface by the irritation to my skin. She kept kissing me and soon I was moaning into her mouth in pleasure as my skin began to throb. She kept stroking, faster and faster. My whole back was soon singing in pain. My back was feeling hotter and hotter and it was starting to feel like the world's worst rug burn. As I moaned louder and louder, I could feel Judy respond to my pain and my pleasure. The moisture was building between my legs and my nipples were soon hard as rock. Her other hand held my head steady, not allowing me to break the kiss. Each time I moaned in pleasure I felt her fingers tremble. She broke our kiss and gave my back several long hard scratches of the strange little whip. I leaned back into each of them, soaking up the beautiful pain and letting it push my pleasure higher and higher. I looked up at the screen that showed my back and could see that it was cherry red. The air, which had felt warm a moment ago, felt cool on my hot skin. She let go of the whisk and ran her fingers down my back. I was unable to hold completely still and arched up against the hot stinging pain that trailed her fingers. Judy bent low, her face beside mine. "Now Kim ... now we really begin." She walked back to the rack, reached out and took down a long thin whip. She gave it a couple of experiment passes, the tip cracking just over my shoulder. Then without warning she brought it down hard and fast across my left ass cheek. I heard the audience gasp and I sucked my breath in as I felt it hit and tear into my butt cheek. I felt a sharp tearing pain rip into my butt and almost immediately I felt a hot wetness begin sliding down my ass. Then almost immediately she landed the next blow, across my shoulder blades this time. I had to grip the bar hard to keep from pulling away, and I couldn't stop the gasp of pain that the impact caused. Then she swung again, this time crossing the last mark. I cried out that time, and I heard Judy make a sound like the purr of a cat. This was not a "normal" whipping, it was not just "slapping" me and giving me bruises. This was a true whipping, the tip cutting my skin and making me bleed, the pain arching up my back. But the pain was having its usual effect on me, making me wetter and wetter. She was swinging the whip in long arches, striking my back over and over and over. She was an expert; the whip was hitting hard enough to cut, to make me bleed, but was not doing any damaged that would kill me. I could feel the long stripes on my back spill wetness, and it was dripping off my but to run down my kneeling legs to the floor. Each time I felt a sharp cutting and tearing pain, but as the pain climbed, I started to get close to cumming. For many who like BDSM, the pain makes the pleasure all the better. But for me it was the pain itself, the hot feelings it left behind, and the rush that it gave me that I liked. Soon I was crying out with each blow, a mix of pain and pleasure in each gasping cry. "My God," said a woman's voice from the audience, "look at her face!" I forced my eyes open and looked up at me face. I realised that I was making little "ooh" faces each time the whip hit, much like many ladies would do when they were being entered by a lover. For me it was much the same. I smiled at my own face, and heard the audience gasp again. I felt the warmth building inside me, the pain driving me higher and higher. Then Judy switched her impacts to long shallow ones, slicing long cuts up and down my back, from my shoulder to my ass. This was too much, and I felt my orgasm build. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes ... more ... oh God Judy--" I couldn't stop the cries, as the pain brought me closer and closer. But as soon as she heard this, she stopped. I looked to the right screen, and saw her toss the whip away. I felt a shudder of excitement run up my spine as I saw that her face had drops of my blood on it. I looked at her white clothes, and they also were pattered with drops of blood. My back was a mass of short and long cuts, none of them very deep but they were bleeding quite a bit. She walked over to me, and grabbed me by my hair, yanking me to me feet. "Get up ... I'm not done yet!" She was very excited, and I could tell my pain, and my reaction to it, was really getting to her. She grabbed me, and bent me over the bar I was holding earlier, leaving my bleeding ass exposed. "Spread you legs! Now!" she urged, whispering just after, "Hold tight, I'm going to make you cum now, but you know the price." She reached between my legs, and thrust two fingers into my pussy while at the same time bending to lick and suck on the wounds of my back. "AAAAAHHH!" I cried out, both in excitement and in pain as she rammed her fingers into my pussy and she tortured my poor back. I heard several moans from the audience as she finger fucked me hard and fast. I knew that very few of them understood that I was in great pain, most would think that pain was pleasurable for me. It was a path to pleasure, but it still hurt! But what was really turning me on was her licking up my blood, kissing my wounds. She was even rubbing her face into them, wetting her cheeks in my blood. I heard Judy breathing heavily as she brought my pain to a fine pitch, and then she suddenly pulled out her fingers and pinched my clit hard. I threw back my head and cried out as I came, the pain pushing me over the edge. "AAAAAAAAAAAaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh GOD Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssss!!!!! I yelled as she gripped my love button in her fingers. She did not let up the pressure either, letting my cum roll on and on until I fell shaking to the floor. I heard several loud moans and groans from the audience and I lay on my knees, gasping in air, smiling at their reactions. "OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh ... wow ... that was intense...," I told Judy, giving her a smile. "Not over quite yet," she whispered to me, her face slicked with my blood. Then she took me in her arms, and kissed me hard, our tongues touching once again. I pulled back and bit, and heard someone in the audience cry out as she watched me lick my own blood from her face. "Jesus ... she's really getting off on this isn't she?" Her voice a mixture of surprise and lust. "This is real ... I mean really real. Jesus, she's bleeding bad!" I could feel it running down my back and sliding down my legs, and it was making me hot. I loved how it felt. I knew that by this point I should be feeling cold, and nearly unconscious with shock, but other than the racing of my heart I felt no real ill effects. Judy pulled back, and signalled to Beth and Tanya. They walked over, and each took one of my arms, pulling them out and away from my body. Then Judy walked over to one of the rack of candles, and took two very large ones down. Beth and Tanya turned me so that I was facing one of the screens which showed my back. Then they braced themselves so that I could not pull away as Judy tilted both candles and poured hot candle wax over my wounds. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" I arched my back and screamed in pain. Dear God that hurt! She kept pouring as I arched away from it, until my back was mass of bloody candle wax, the wax sealing most of the wounds, stopping the worst of my bleeding. I sank in their arms, gasping in air to try to get my breath, while Judy moved back to my front, gently kissing me. I returned those kisses, and whispered to her. "Thank you. That was wonderful." I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. I could feel how excited she was, as she returned my kiss. "Mmmmmmmmm. Wish we had more time. I'd love to give you some more of this. I love ladies who like it," she replied. Her clothes were spattered with my blood now, the white showing up the red rather well. I heard a loud moan of lust from one woman in the audience when Judy wiped some blood off her lips, and then placed the finger in my mouth. I licked it clean. I stepped away from Judy, and turned to look at the audience, seeking a pair of eyes that seemed to understand. I could see that a lot of them seemed to be excited. One of the couples were holding each other, the man playing unconsciously with the woman's breasts and it looked like her hand was fiddling in her lap. They were speaking quietly to each other, the woman nodding as the man whispered in her ear. There were seven others, 1 man and six ladies, who looked very excited as well. There was one woman however who caught my eye. She was staring not just at me, but right into my eyes and I smiled at her. She jumped a bit, her eyes wide, and I could see that she was breathing heavy. One hand was twitching slightly, and I was sure she longed to touch her pussy. Was she the one? Maybe. We would see. I made a small gesture to the Boss, and she nodded, her eyes darting to the ladies who was still staring into my face, and at the couple at the far table. Then I turned so that they could all get a look at my tortured back. Some of the wax flaked off and fell to the floor as I moved. "Take a look everyone...these are not faked. Judy is a master with whips, and those cuts are real and very painful for Kimberly. But she has the will to take it and make it work for her, to make her cum." I could hear a faint tone of excitement in the Boss' voice. Then she gave Beth and Tanya a sweep of her arm. "Now ladies, if you would begin your part?" Tanya walked over and took my hand, leading me back to the rack that Beth was slowly uncovering. I heard the audience gasp as its tools were revealed. Knives and blades of many types were aligned on the rack, along with several long metal skewers. All of them were done in gleaming steel or chrome, and all had dark black handles with silver trim. God, they still looked so beautiful. I walked up to the rack, running my fingers over the same stiletto that had caught my eye earlier in the day. I was still feeling the effects of the orgasm I'd had earlier, but my pussy started getting wetter at the sight of them. I felt two soft hands circle my waist and Tanya whispered in my ear. "Not yet Kim, that’s for later on; first Beth, then me." She kissed the back of my neck, and I could hear moans and sighs from the audience as I lovingly ran my fingers along the cool metal blade. I reached behind me, feeling her lithe body under the soft clothes. My hands moved lower and found her pussy, not dripping wet, but very close. I felt more wax crumble off my back as I moved, and a few of the cuts on my back began to bleed a little as I did. Tanya pulled me to her, her hands around my waist, her pussy pushing against the crack of my ass. I sighed as her clothes brushed against my whipped, wax covered back. Then she began to move back and forth, rubbing herself on me, making me gasp in pain and pleasure as her pussy started to soak through her clothing. As she did this Beth slowly took down all the skewers one by one. I leaned back against Tanya, her small breasts pushing into my back, and whispered in her ear. "I know this wasn't part of the deal, but I want to feel you. Will you take off these clothes?" I had not requested sex, although I had wanted this to be sexual to some extent, but I had not intended at first to fuck any of them. But now I wanted to feel her skin on mine, to feel that pussy on the crack of my ass. Beth looked at Tanya, then waved the Boss over. She moved towards us, making sure to move so that I did not get a look at her face. I heard her step up behind us and then Tanya spoke. "She wants me to strip Boss," she whispered, "but I figure she'll want to take it further. Just wanted to check with you first." I heard a faint feminine chuckle, and she answered. "Of course Tanya, whatever the lady wants." I felt her fingers circle around my back, breaking off some more of the wax, making my back twitch. Then her hands circled my body, and squeezed my breasts, slowly increasing the pressure until I was biting my lip to keep from crying out. "You see, Kimberly," her sexily accented voice whispered in my ear, "I am never wrong about death...this will be wonderful for you." Then she released me. I shuddered in the warm aftermath of the pain. "Ladies and Gentlemen, there is slight change in the program. Please give us a minute." The Boss sounded as if they would be doing something to change the set. Then I heard several loud whispers and "ohs" and "ahs" from the audience and looked up into the monitor to see all of them, not just Tanya, slowly stripping off their clothes. None of them had on any under clothes, and they stripped without any self-consciousness. They had no hair on their bodies, none along the smooth curves and soft shoulders of those who kept fit without effort. God they looked good, and I gave each a smile. I could see several of the ladies and men in the audience give them long looks as well. Both Judy and the Boss now slid off their clothes, and I smiled at what I saw there too. Both had smooth flat stomachs and firm, developing breasts. Judy's body had many fine scars in several places, but I was sure they weren’t there before when I saw her... Both of them had shaved bodies as well, including their pubic hair. The sight of Judy's bare pussy, the lips puffed up in her excitement, made my heart flutter. The Boss was a study in pale marble perfection. She was very pale, but not a sickly or wane way, her long limbed body was a study of trim strength. Her body was completely untouched by either freckles or marks of any kind. Her blonde hair making a startling contrast to her pale skin. I felt a first faint regret. I would have loved to make love to this woman before this began. Then Tanya slid up behind me, her pussy pressing into the crack of my ass, her hands once again circling my waist. "Now ... let's keep going," she said and she took a tight grip, rocking her hips a bit so her pussy slid up and down my ass, rubbing on the whip cuts. I sighed in pleasure as Beth moved towards me again, several skewers in her hands. I could hear many members of the audience panting now, getting excited. I looked up at the monitor and turned slightly so that I would be able to see my own body when Beth stood in front of me. Tanya kept sliding up and down behind me as she spread one hand flat on my belly, the other slipping down my stomach to my shaved mound. Her fingers began to rub just above my clit, teasing me. Beth walked up to me, holding one of the skewers, her breath a little quicker now, and her nipples, like Tanya's now rock hard. As Tanya kept rubbing my mound, Beth held the skewer up in front of me. It was chromed steel, and had a small handle on the end. I smiled at Beth as I saw that my name was engraved on the spike of the skewer. "Did you make these?" I asked Beth. "Yes," she replied. "Tanya made the knives, I made these, and Judy made the whips. We all worked on the last piece together. Even the Boss made something for you." Tanya's finger dipped lower, and then began stroking between my lips as Beth started massaging my breasts. I reached up to the skewer, touching it with my fingertip. The slightest touched caused it to prick my finger, drawing a drop of blood. The audience stirred as the tableau held for a bit. But it was not for them; it was to build the tension for me. Then Beth took my left breast in her hand, gripping it tight. She placed the tip of it against my breast, its razor sharp tip pressed on the outside of my left breast just behind my nipple, getting a firm grip on the handle. As Tanya pushed the tip of one of her fingers between my pussy lips, Beth began to push the skewer into my breast. Tanya took a firm grip on my stomach as I gasped, the pain was one quick burst as it cut through my skin and then was accompanied by the unique feel of the shaft. I winced, but I did not close my eyes or cry out in pain. With one hand I grabbed Tanya’s wrist, reaching up with the other to wrap around behind her head. The gasp was not for the pain, but for the feel of the skewer entering my body. It was so sharp that it easily punctured deep into me without much effort. I could feel it sliding inside my breast, deeper and deeper. Beth stopped for a minute, the skewer in three inches or so, and looked into my eyes. I smiled at her and she bent gave my nipple a little pinch. I purred in pleasure, and with that she started pushing it in again. I felt it pushing through; it felt hot and cold at the same time and the pain radiating out from it was a soft deep pain, the kind that always made me cum so hard. I gasped again as I saw the skin on the inside of my breast bulge and then there was a sharp but quick pain as the skewer burst through. My breast was now run through with the gleaming metal shaft. I looked down at it, blood dripping off the tip and seeping out around the entry and exit points. I moaned in pleasure. "Ohhhhh ... finally!" "Jesus ... doesn't it hurt, Kimberley?" I heard a man in the audience gasp. "Well, Kimberley," the Boss asked me, "does it hurt?" I turned towards the voice, spotting the man bent over the table, being fucked by his partner who also had a hand wrapped around his cock. "Oh God yes. But it’s such a sensual pain. It's so good... It's hard to explain." I was panting a bit, for my heart was racing again, but I was telling the truth. It hurt but it was very good. Knowing it was real, feeling it actually inside me, was making me incredible wet. Tanya was also helping with that, her fingers constantly busy with my pussy, slowly sliding a finger in and out. I could feel her pussy wetting a trail along my ass, and it was dripping wet now. "And I can feel it ... can feel it inside my body. It's so good. It does hurt but I want more. I- EEE!" The last came out as a small squeak before I could stop it. As I had been talking to the audience Beth had quickly taken my right breast and pushed one of her skewers into it. In one long smooth stroke she ran it right through my breast and out the other side. I shook suddenly, the vibrations causing the skewers to send sharp hits of pain into my tits. I couldn't hold back the groan of pleasure that came out my throat. Blood now dribbled down both sides of my breasts. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss..." I could now hear many people breathing heavily, including Beth. She licked her lips, looking down at me, her eyes filled with passion and hunger. I reached down, and cupped her wet pussy in my hand, massaging it steadily. She groaned, and picked up a third skewer. She placed this on top of my left breast, pointing straight down, and as I began to get her off, pushed about an inch into me. I gasped, moaning in pleasure and gave her pussy a hard squeeze. She groaned again, and then pushed it in another inch. I shuddered, looking up into her eyes, which were ablaze with passion. I gave her pussy another hard squeeze, and once again she groaned and shoved in the skewer. We continued this -- squeeze ... shove ... squeeze ... shove -- until we were both panting and the skewer was poking out the bottom of my breast. We continued this with my other breast, and by the time both my breasts were double skewered, Beth was humping into my hands. "I wanna do more, Kim. I wanna hurt you bad...," she gasped, and I nodded to her, just as excited as she was. She then took the two sideways skewers, and as she humped into my hands she started moving them back and forth inside my tits. I couldn't hold in the scream of pain and pleasure that she shot into my chest! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaarrrrrr oh God yes!!" I squeezed her pussy with all my might, my other hand clamping on to Tanya’s head. Beth shuddered violently, and then I felt her pussy start to pump. She leaned forward, impaling herself as deeply upon my fingers as she could. She let out a loud groan and her hot love juice seeped onto my hand. "Ahhhh...," and her hips bucked and humped, thick streams of cum mixing with my blood. I arched my chest, loving the feel of the hot woman juice and blood on my skin, the cum stinging my wounds. I looked up into the monitors, which showed my tortured breasts, covered in blood and sweat. I smiled at myself, running one finger in the mixture and then licking it off my fingers. When Beth's groans eased, I could hear several members of the audience panting and moving. I gave a quick glance and saw many of them were openly masturbating now. One of the couples I picked out earlier were still feeling each other, although now the woman had her top off. The blonde I spotted still had her eyes glued to my face, but her fingers were now caressing her breasts, one hand now pressing on her pussy through her skirt. "Jesus," she said aloud, "she looks like she's about to cum again." "I am," I said without the Boss' prompting. "It’s the pain... and knowing I'm going to die...it's so hot. I've never been so turned on in my life." I looked the blonde in the eyes, trying to make her see the truth of my words. Beth stepped forward, shaking a bit, and took me in her arms. She pulled me tight, making me gasp as the skewers where pressed into my breasts and gave me a deep kiss. "Oh shit," she whispered, "you are the best, Kim. Thank you." I wanted to thank her, but she pressed her lips to mine again. When she broke the kiss, she pushed me back against her twin, whose pussy once again pressed into my ass crack. I realised that I was panting heavily, and that my heart was racing. I'm sure all the audience thought that it was just the pain and the pleasure, but it was more. "Tanya," I whispered, "I think that stuff is kicking in... *pant* ... my heart is racing ...will it...," I started to ask, but she put a finger to my lips, whispering her answer. "It's just the stuff adjusting your heart a bit. You've lost quite a lot of blood. If we hadn't given you that shot you'd probably be light headed already." Then she took my hand, and took me over to the rack with her knifes. She pulled me close, the same as Beth had, kissing me deeply. "God, this is going to be so good, for us both Kim," she whispered. "Don't worry, I'm an expert with these things. I won't kill you, but you'll get what you asked for." She was very excited, breathing heavily and her pussy was rock hard. She turned me around, looking with me to the monitors until we were in position where several of them showed us both. "Now," she said, pulling me back into her, her arms hugging my back to her body. "Now, Kim, I can do this really right." She began to rub up and down again, her pussy moving over the crack of my ass, her fingers sliding down to caress my pussy and clit. I moaned and leaned back into her, more of the wax flaking off. She moved one hand to one of the cuts on my ass, and as she continued to rub and stoke my clit she used her nails to scratch off the wax and reopen the wound. I gasped in pain, and then sighed in surprise and pleasure as I felt her run her pussy over the wound and into the blood until her pussy was slicked with it. "Blood makes wonderful lube, Kimberly," I heard the Boss say as Tanya soaked her pussy in my blood. "Just relax, Kimberly, and she will show you what skill she has." Tanya took a peculiarly shaped knife and pushed the handle into her pussy. She gently pushed me so that I was bent over the rack, placing my hands on the sides and bracing myself. I knew what she wanted to do, and I held still, spreading my legs and lifting my ass slightly. I grunted and moaned in pleasure as she placed the tip of her cock blade against my asshole and began to push herself into my ass. "OOOOOOOooooooooooo God yes. I love anal," I cried out, hearing some answering cries from the audience. I did love anal, it was so nasty; it hurts but feels so good at the same time. Anal was the beginning of my BDSM world and it was still one of my favourites. I closed my eyes in pleasure as she began to thrust in and out, the blade slicing up my insides, long slow strokes that felt so good. She also kept rubbing and fingering my clit and pussy. I humped back and forth with her, moaning in pleasure. I could hear more and more sighs and moan from the audience, and then suddenly several of them gasped, while one woman gave a low moan of longing. "Open your eyes, Kim," I heard the Boss say and when I did I moaned at the sight of Tanya's other hand holding one of her blades. "Kiss it, Kim. Kiss it before it kisses you," Tanya whispered in my ear holding the silver and black blade up to my lips. I felt no fear, just an incredible longing as I kissed the cold metal. I heard somebody cry out as I ran my tongue along the metal and the ebony handle. She reached down and placed the blade against my left thigh. I stopped humping and held still for her and looked down to watch as she pushed the tip of the blade into my thigh, no more than a fraction of an inch and then drew the blade up my leg, leaving a long shallow bleeding cut. I held my cry of pain and shuddered at the feeling of it cutting into my flesh. I heard two or three people in the audience cry out as the blood began running down my leg. "Oh God," one female voice groaned. "Oh that looks so hot!" I turned to look where the voice had come from, smiling at the admiring faces. Tanya's pussy twitched, moving the knife in my ass as I tightened around her in reaction to the first cut. I could feel it slicing into my inner walls, letting the blood flow along the blade, handle and soaking her pussy further, "How was that, Kimberley?" the Boss asked me, reacting to the woman's blurted comment. "Oh God, don't stop. More ... please more," I gasped out, having a hard time holding still from the pain, the pleasure and excitement as Tanya placed the knife on my other thigh and cut me again. "OOOOOOooooooooo," I moaned, "oh god that's so hot." I could feel Tanya breathing harder and she began to hump my ass a bit faster. She took the knife, and put it on the top of the line she had cut into my left leg. She pushed it in, and with slow precision made a line from that one, across my hips to connect it to the other one. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but I could not stop the bucking my ass into her pussy. Tanya moaned in response, and put the blade to my belly. Again she made a long shallow cut, this time pushing herself hard into my ass at the same time. She moaned into my ear, "Holy fuck you're beautiful. You really love my blades don't you honey?" I could feel her excitement at my enjoyment of what I was doing. "Oh God yes. Do more ... please. I love the feel of the blood on my skin, how the knife feels as it cuts…” “Ooooooooooooooooo..." I trailed off in a moan as she took the blade and ran it down my left side, making a long shallow cut that bled badly. This time she did not stop, but moved the blade across my stomach and then back up my other side. I cried out, unable to keep still this time, arching against the pleasure and pain of the knife’s sharp kiss. She next took a different blade down, one that had a very thin short blade, holding it for me to see again. I felt it prick my right ass cheek and then I cried out again as she pushed it into my ass cheek, no more than a 1/4 inch. "AAAAAAAhhhhhhhhh," I cried more in joy than in pain. She slowly grinded her pussy against my butt,, pinching my clit as she pushed the thin blade into my ass to the hilt. I moaned in excitement and pleasure as I felt it move with me in my ass. "OOOOOOOOOoooooooh, God. More. Please, Tanya ... more!" I begged her. Oh God, the feel of those blades on my body ... it was more intense than I imagined, and with her fucking my ass the combination of pleasure and pain was the most intense I'd ever felt. The feel of the hot blood on my skin was incredibly sexy. Tanya's other hand was becoming soaked in my pussy juice. "Your wish and all that, Kim," she said and took another short slim blade and pushed it into my other ass cheek. I cried out as the steel slid into me in one quick thrust, the hilt thumping into my butt. I closed my eyes and let the incredible sensations fill me. It hurt so much, and it was so very good! Tanya was now going pushing full on into my ass as she reached for another blade, this time a long very thin blade. I could not hold back the scream she brought to my throat when she placed it just under my right nipple and slowly, carefully sank the blade four inches into my breast. This time it really did hurt! "AAAAAAAAAAArrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh" I arched up against Tanya, who kept fucking my ass, and fingering my pussy as she slowly sank the blade in. Then she let go, leaving the blade buried in my breast. Her hand came out of my pussy and her arm circled my chest, holding me to her has she humped my ass hard for several strokes, whispering into my ear as she did. "Don't fight it, Kim. I've done this a lot. Just let it fill you. Feel the kiss of my blade inside you." I shuddered against her as the sharp pain slowly faded, to leave an incredible wet feeling deep inside me. The blade shook slightly with each cutting thrust of Tanya into my ass. "Don't worry Kim, I stopped just short of your lung. It looks much worse than it is." Blood was welling out around the blade now, running down to join the blood from the cuts on my side. She took hold of the blade once more, and slid the blade back out. I shuddered, but kept my eyes open, looking at the close up of it being pulled out of me. Once it was out, the blood began to spill out much quicker, but not as fast as I had thought. "that one will take a while to bleed you out, and we'll have enough time to go on to the end," Tanya whispered in my ear. "And the Boss' stuff will keep you conscious." I heard a woman cry out in the audience as she came and I turned to see who it was. It was the couple a the table, she was cumming as her boyfriend was pounding herself into her pussy on the table. The Boss looked towards me, and I shook my head. My legacy required a very special person. They obviously were turned on by my approaching death, but I was looking for more. She nodded and then to my surprise I saw Judy cross the stage towards us. "I can't just sit back anymore, Kim, not while they got to have you," and with that she got down between my legs, her face hidden by my pussy and her own hair, pulling Tanya's fingers from my pussy. Tanya chuckled and let her move her hand, saying quietly, "Watch me for timing, Judy. You know what to do." I cried out in pleasure as Judy placed her tongue over the wound on my right thigh and in one long wet stroke, licked from there to my other leg, following the path Tanya had left. "OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh God, Judy!" I gasped out. Then she began to lick me out, licking the blood that was dripping down my mound and off my pussy; sucking and licking on my clit and pussy. I closed my eyes and moaned deep in my throat, the sensation of the cuts and the blood running down my body, the two little knives in my ass, the skewers in my breasts, and Tanya’s pussy knife and Judy’s tongue fucking me making a mix unlike anything I'd ever felt. The orgasm I felt building was intense. I moaned and moaned, pushing my pussy into Judy's face as she licked and sucked on my pussy and my blood. She was moaning into my pussy, her tongue busy deep inside me. Tanya's pussy was now sliding in and out in long slow strokes. I was getting very close to cumming when I felt a sharp prick on my stomach, just below and to the right of my navel. "Open your eyes, Kim, you'll want to watch this one. Try and keep your eyes open," Tanya whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes, and smiled with delight as I saw the stiletto in her hand, the tip of it pressed against my belly. I looked up and around at the monitors seeing blood dripping and running all over my body, and the sight of it made me shudder in anticipation. I was gasping for breath, my heart pounding in my chest, very close to cumming. Then I felt Tanya's hand tighten around my breast, and she thrust deep into my ass as she began to push the blade deep into my body. Judy must have noticed what Tanya was doing because she suddenly took my clit between her lips and started sucking on it, her teeth nibbling very gently on it. I arched back my head, pain shuddering out of my gut in a hot wet wave, but was able to keep my eyes open on the monitor over head and watch the blade sink slowly into my stomach until the blood covered tip emerged out my back. I came like never before in my entire life. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my eyes finally closing as I felt the blade handle touch my stomach. I arched against Tanya and felt her shudder from head to foot as her pussy started pumping cum deep inside my ass. Judy was lapping and sucking on my pussy, nibbling and biting my clit. I shook and shuddered from head to foot, and would have fallen if Tanya and Judy had not held me up. My scream died off into a low moan as my orgasm finally began to fade away. I lay in their arms, gasping in a mix of pain and pleasure more intense than any of my life. Oh god, this was so good ... better than I had imagined. Tanya was holding me, her lips kissing the back of my neck as her pussy finally stopped filling my ass with her cum. "Oh God Jeanette", she whispered, "you were right. She's got to be the one your looking for." She slowly slid her pussy out of my ass. I could hear many people breathing heavily in the audience, and I could hear one woman in particular gasping for breath, obviously a fire with lust. I lay in Tanya's arms, Judy still gently sucking and licking my pussy, keeping my pleasure up. My heart was hammering in my chest, and as blood welled out around both ends of the knife for the first time I felt my body weaken. I didn't feel any mental weakness, only physical, but it was the first indication that my body was truly beginning to feel the effects of this. I lay in Tanya's arms, feeling my heart slow down to normal and getting my breath back. Judy slowly stopped the lovely movements of her lips and tongue on my pussy. She moved up to my mouth, her face and body now covered in my blood, and gave me a deep kiss, the trembling of her lips and fingers indicating that she had cum as well. I loved the taste of blood and pussy juice on her tongue. Then I heard a soft voice at my shoulder, "Now Kimberly, now it is my turn with you." I turned to look and there was the Boss, but she was standing so that her hair covered her face. When she could tell that I was looking up she raised her head and I finally saw her face. I was both shocked and delighted to see that the Boss was the beautiful stewardess from my flight to this place! She must have been wearing a wig on the plane! "One way or the other, I was going to have you, Kimberly Nichola," she whispered to me, "but this way is so much better for us both." She stepped up to me, and putting one hand on the knife in my belly, the other behind my head, she gave me the most passionate kiss of my life. I had never been kissed like this before; it was like she was filling me with pleasure through her mouth. She took a firm hold of the knife, gave it a slight twist and slowly, painfully pulled it out of me as Tanya held me still. "UUUUUUUUUUUUnnnnnnnnn," I couldn't help but grunt as it slid out of me, and then I felt myself bleeding out from the twin holes in my body. I gasped in pleasure at the feel of so much blood running down my body. It was bleeding much more than the one in my breast, and she gave another signal, breaking our kiss. I stood panting in surprise and delight and pain at what she had just done to me. "Oh God, look at her. How can she still be feeling this? Look at those wounds ... she should be unconscious." Many different voices were openly whispering, all of those who now remained waiting for my death. I looked to the couples, who were now fully involved with each other. The blonde was now on her knees on the floor, most of her clothing gone, she eyes once again locked to mine. She was leaning back against a red haired goth girl, getting her fuck hole fingered and breasts kneaded from behind. The look of, not just lust, but longing in their eyes was what I was looking for. I gave her a shaky smile, and then turned to the Boss. "Them," I whispered as quietly as possible. "If either of those 2 ladies takes it, I want her to get it." "I was going to recommend them to you," she replied as she took me into her arms. Then she gave me another of those incredible kisses, pulling me into a hot embrace. Her fingers stroked my body, running over the bleeding wounds, rubbing my breasts, causing me to gasp as the skewers were moved when she brushed them as well. Then her other hand began to stroke my pussy, her fingers moving between my lips in a smooth gentle rhythm. She broke our kiss, and her lips began trailing down my body. Wherever she kissed me, she left a deep warmth behind, a very pleasurable feeling. She moved down my body, kissing and licking, her fingers stroking my soaking pussy. I was got hot again, very soon after my last cum, which had been so intense. Her touch was incredible, and her lips were just as intense. She kept licking and sucking, lapping up the blood that was drying on my body. She avoided the wounds themselves, just licking the blood. Then she began sucking and licking in my navel, where much of the blood had collected. I gasped and giggled. As ridiculous as it seemed, she was tickling me. Then she reached out her hand and Tanya put a small stiletto into it. She looked up at me, her eyes ablaze and her face filled with a sexy smile. Then she put the tip of the blade to my belly, just over my belly button and looking into my eyes pushed it in ever so slowly. I shuddered and closed my eyes, unable to stay still and moaned loudly. "Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh," I groaned out, my body shaking violently. This one hurt even more than Tanya's deep thrust had, and she was going very slowly. "Yeeeessssssss," she hissed, "feel it, Kimberly, feel the steel." I gripped her wrist, feeling her hands guide mine. I luxuriated in the feel of the knife in me. She pushed it up to the hilt, about four inches or so, and then began to pull it out. As she did, she licked the blood leaking out around it, not allowing any of it to run away. I had to bite my lip to stop the cry of pain its withdrawal was giving me, and she moaned as my body quivered. Then she pulled the blade all the way out, and with a strange look into my eyes, she put her mouth over the wound, wrapping her arms around my hips to pull me close. I was unable to stop the shriek of pleasure as she thrust her tongue into the wound she had made. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I cried, as much in surprise as in pleasure, as this was not what I expected. The pain was still there, her tongue causing it to radiate out in waves, but just as intense was the pleasure it was giving me. My stomach fluttered as she sucked hard, filling her mouth with the blood and then swallowed. I felt a deep groan shake her, and then she sucked again. I buried my hands in her hair, unable to stop myself from yanking on it in the throws of my pain and joy. She groaned again, swallowed the mouthful of blood and then she thrust she tongue into me again. I cried out again as she moved it around in the wound, causing it to bleed further. She kept up this motion, sucking and licking at the cut, drinking down my blood. I felt her body quivering and shaking, as she gulped down more of my blood, and I wasn't far from cumming myself. The sensations where incredible, a perfect balance of pleasure and pain unlike anything I'd ever felt. But also I felt a growing weakness in my legs, and was beginning to feel cold. I felt a bit dizzy for the first time when she suddenly pulled back. "No," she said. "No, we must do the last. I can't take it all, not yet at least." She was panting heavily, and blood ran down her lips as she spoke. She stood back up, pressing herself to my bleeding body, causing the skewers to send stabs of pain into me.
And here's part 4: Several of them, men and women, cried out as I began to sink down, and I heard a deep sigh or groan come from those on stage. My eyes flew wide open and I couldn't hold in my gasp of surprise and fear as I felt the cold tip of the spike enter between my pussy lips, slowly stretching me wide. I couldn't help the moan of pleasure that came out of my lips as I slid further down. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, it's finally happening, oh God ... oh God, thank you all ... I- ooooooo!" I gasped out, the last coming as a small surprised sound as I felt the beginning of a stinging pain deep inside my pussy. "I just felt ... I think it's at my...yes!" I cried in ecstasy as an amazing pain began inside me, growing more intense by the second. I bit my lip and tipped my chin upwards as the spike tore a hole through the back of my vagina and into my womb. I clenched my teeth together, gasping air in and out between them as I felt the spike cut into me and begin to go up inside my body. Oh yes it hurt! It hurt so much. I could feel it!! That was so incredible, I could feel the tip of it moving inside me! Oh God, yes...I could feel it! And what's more, I had actually felt the piercing, not just as pain, but the release as it cut through my cervix. And I had heard a slice through my body! Oh God, I could feel it! I brought my legs together in reaction to the pain, clenching the pole possessively in and around my body. "I feel it...oh...oh yes this hurts..." I managed to gasp out before having to cut off another cry. I felt a hot wetness slide down my legs and I looked up into the monitor that showed a close up of my pussy. The sight of this steel pole sliding into me, my lips stretched wide, my clit pushed hard was incredibly hot. And the blood ... oh God the blood dripping out of my pussy and down my legs and the pole! I could feel a strange pressure building in my pussy, a weird tension. Then I realised that I had not moved in the last moment or two; that the spike had done no further than its initial thrust when I first slid down. The ropes were letting some more tension off as the motor let off more slack. Just at the moment I noticed this, then tension released and I suddenly dropped down three inches at once. The pain was beyond belief, far more than I had ever experienced before, but there was also an incredible feeling thrumming through my pussy. I lifted my head in jubilation, screaming my approval as the shaft went tearing up into my body. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs, unable to control the wonderful pain that tore through my belly as the spike pierced my womb and began to penetrate up into my belly. I arched back in my agony, unable to keep my eyes open. I felt something wet and warm burst inside me and then I felt much more blood begin to pour down from my pussy. I was bleeding like a stuck pig. I could feel it moving inside me! I could even hear it though my body, tearing my vital organs, ripping its way up towards my lungs and heart. I let out another scream, joy in the sensation overwhelming me. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!" Yet at the same time, I could feel the most incredible sensation building within me, and not just in my pussy. My heart was racing, my blood bounding all through me, my entire body was throbbing, and even as the pain raced higher and higher, far better than anything I had ever felt, a strange unfocused pleasure was building. And the feeling in my pussy, the pressure of the stake inside me and on my clit, made the throbbing even more intense. I heard a small crash in the audience and I forced my eyes open to see. All the couples and triples were there, pleasuring one another. The blonde had gotten behind her partner, stabbing her belly with a fork. The goth’s lips were parted, she tipped her pale neck to one side, inviting and receiving the blonde’s eager teeth. Beth, Tanya, and Judy where standing just off the stone base of the stake. Beth was finger fucking Judy in the ass, while Tanya was doing the same in her pussy. All three had their eyes glued to me, obviously totally entranced with my agony and my building pleasure. The Boss had one hand over her breasts, the other over her clit, rubbing herself in slow circles. The crash was from the champagne glass on the blonde and redhead’s table, which they had knocked over when they threw off what little remained of their clothes. They were furiously masturbating each other. Both teenagers, 19 at most, looked deep into my pain-filled eyes, their faces filled with a mix of fear, longing and lust. I wanted to speak to them, to say something, but I could not hold back my next scream as I slid slowly, inch by agonized inch down the stake. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Oh sweet Jesus, oh God it hurt!! It hurt so very much...but yet, in spite of the pain, or maybe even because of it, it was so very good. My pleasure was rising higher and higher. I gritted my teeth together, clenching my teeth to hold off the screams, once again forcing my eyes open. I wanted to see, I had to see. I looked again at the screen which showed my pussy, and I felt my heart leap even more as I saw the blood pouring down the pole. My labia were stretched incredibly wide by the pole, and my clit was being forced up against my pubic bone. My lips were now dripping with juice, as well as blood. Then I slipped down another inch or so, and the sharpened stake hit something inside me. There was another stab inside and a wave of pain lanced out from somewhere just above and behind my navel. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!" I screamed in agony. My pussy was starting to clamp on the pole, the pleasure throbbing through the rest of my body was still rising higher and higher, slowly approaching the same intensity level as the pain. If I could not stop the screams, then I could at least tell them all what I was feeling. As the next horrible wave of pain hit, and the pleasure with it, I forced a deep breath into my lungs. "OOHHHH FUCK IT HURTS! OH YES IT’S SO GOOD!" I looked up into another of the monitors, showing my whole body, and saw that there must have almost a foot and half of the pole inside me now. Then I felt another painful thrust inside me. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIII" My scream of pain stopped as I suddenly tasted blood in my mouth. I felt blood rising up my throat. I savored the coppery taste, licking my lips as it began to spill out around the corners of my mouth. I felt my body respond with a burst of lust and pleasure at the taste and feel of my own blood in my mouth. The pleasure was rising higher and higher. It was almost indistinguishable from the pain. I slid down another inch or so, and blood began to fill my mouth and spill down onto my tits as I moaned, letting everything coursing through my body overwhelm me. "Ooooh..." From the back of my throat came a large amount of blood, which ran down my chin and onto my body. "God, no, please! Don't die yet, please," I heard someone say, and I forced my eyes open, to see the blonde staggering to her feet and running up onto the stage, hand in hand with the Goth. Beth and Tanya pulled out of Judy to rush to block them, but the Boss held up a hand and they stopped. They ran to the foot of the stake, looking up into my eyes. "Oh God, Kim ... how can you stand the pain? You look so beautiful like this. Please, please, I ... I want to touch you." The blonde was looking up into my eyes. The goth tried to continue for her new friend, "I want to feel your pain. I want..." She could say no more, but I could see her nipples were as hard as rock, and her thighs were gleaming with the juice spilling from her pussy. It took every once of my will to stop my scream so that I could answer her. I opened my mouth to speak. I could see myself in the monitors, and there must have been two feet of steel in my pussy now. I could feel how close I was to cumming, the knowledge that I would also probably die at the same moment only adding to my excitement. "Aaah its as good as I thought...gasp...gasp...Oh God...it's so good...I've never..." I wanted to say more, but a wave of weakness suddenly washed through me. I desperately wanted to tell her, she had to know! My head hung down, and I was trying to gasp in air as I choked on my own blood. I was looking at my tits, which were now covered in my blood, small drops dripping off my nipples. "Please, I want you to touch me..." I managed to work up a smile for her. "This...*gasp* was for you...*moan*...for you so you ... *gasp* ..." I couldn't say anymore as blood began to spill between my lips again. With shaking hands the redhead reached out to run a hand down my blood soaked leg. She shook violently as she brought her stained fingers to her lips and licked my blood off of them. She stepped up to the right platform and Tanya reached out a hand to help her up and Beth did the same for the blonde on the opposite side. The audience was totally silent now, sitting there watching this scene. The women reached up to touch my face, their other hand stroking my tits. I gasped in surprise from the pain of that touch, for the pain of the skewers had been lost in the agony of the spike. The blonde was shaking violently now and then she leaned in close and locked her lips to mine in a deep kiss. I couldn't hold back another cry of pain as I slipped down a little further, and as I moaned into her lips as I felt another long shudder take her. "Ooohh," I cried out, and I could feel her tremble from head to foot. When she pulled back I could see her body slicked with my blood, her lips stained with it. The goth rubbed her pale skin on mine, pressing her pussy along my thigh "Oh God, Kim. How I wish I could join you," she whispered in my ear regretfully. "But I don't have the money to cover their costs." Then I felt the ropes pull taunt, stopping my further fall. The Boss stepped up to the other platform and took her hand. "You can, my dear," The Boss whispered. "That was Kimberly's legacy. She paid us more than double the normal rate so that if her experience led others in the audience to want to do this themselves, they could." The blondes' eyes went very wide, and the hand she still had on my breast shook violently. "Oh God, oh God ... is that true, Kim?" I was only able to nod. The building pleasure was now as great as the pain and I knew from the feeling inside my pussy that I was soon going to cum. "Oh God, Kim. Is it worth it? Is it worth ending your life for?" The goth was terrified by the pain I was in, but she obviously wanted it just as badly. "It...was more than worth it...I've never...*gasp*...felt anything even close...” I smiled. "I don't want it like this. I-I want those," the blonde said, pointing over the rack of knives. "You may have it any way you wish, pretty one," said the Boss, her voice husky with lust. She touched my face one more time, kissing me gratefully. The goth joined us, and we swapped blood and saliva in a 3 way kiss. When we parted, the partners looked into each other’s eyes. The goth spoke first, “I…know we’ve only known each other since just now, but you’re so beautiful. I want to die with you…would that be ok?” The blonde didn’t reply, showing her opinion of the proposal by pulling her in for another kiss. They then turned to the Boss and nodded. "Then I want it. Oh God, I want it." The Boss smiled as the twins helped them down, "You will have to wait until we are finished with Kimberly, my dear. Once we are done here, Beth will take you to a place where you can prepare yourself." Then Beth took her off the stage and put her back at her table. The Boss stayed on the platform, and she put her arms around me, running them up and down my body. "You are magnificent," she whispered into my ear. "I was more than right about you. Now. Now, Kimberly, you will die, but what I'm going to give and what that will give me..." She leaned around the pole, and gave me a deep kiss, this one even more intense than the first she had given me. I could feel the pleasure more and more. Then she pulled back and I opened my eyes to see her gesture to Beth and Tanya who went over to the rack of knives and took down two long swords. They walked back to us and took positions just under each of the ropes. They set carefully, lining up the blades with the ropes. "You must say when, Kimberly. You must be the one who says when we end this, and your life with it." As she said this, the Boss took something from out of her hair, a long thin skewer much like the ones Beth had left in my breasts. As I watched she took that skewer and to my surprise she pushed its razor tip into her own breast. The expression on her face a mix of pain and extreme pleasure. Her eyes closed in arousal as she withdrew it. Then she put the blood-covered skewer down near my pussy. I could barely breathe now, but at the same time I did not feel a great need to breathe. The pain had peaked, though I knew it would soon return, but the thought of what I would feel...Oh God, this had been so good. Much better than I had imagined. And I had not lied. It had been worth the price. If I were given a second chance at life I would end it with them again. The Boss put one hand down near my pussy, and the other under my chin, pulling my head up to meet her face. I took in as much of a breath I was able, and with blood spilling out between my lips managed to whisper, "...now..." Without any hesitation Beth and Tanya swung the swords and they sliced through the two ropes in one clean swipe. At the same time the Boss took the skewer and in one hard, fast motion shoved it to the hilt up into my clit. The agony as I slid down the pole was beyond belief. But that is not what made me scream. The orgasm that ripped out of pussy and filled my entire body as she shoved that skewer into my clit was beyond anything I had ever felt in my life. I threw back my head, arching my back and almost knocked the Boss off the platform, blood pouring out of my mouth and my pussy as I screamed in the greatest pleasure and pain of my entire life! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" I tried to take in another breath to scream again, but I felt the spike penetrate deep into my lung as I angled back, feeling it tear up towards my chest and my heart. The pain was horrible, but it was rapidly fading into the background as the incredible orgasm rolled on and on. What I had felt before was nothing compared to this, and I knew for sure that it was worth my death and the agony that proceeded it to feel this much pleasure. The Boss grabbed my shoulders and clamped her mouth down over mine as I screamed out my final breath. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and began to suck and lick at the blood that welled up out my ruptured lung. She sucked and licked, kissing me between each swallow of my blood. I could feel her shake from head to foot, and she was moaning and groaning deep in her throat. My legs where bucking and shaking, totally out my control now and I felt my bladder let go as well as my bowels. I brought my arms around her, pulling the Boss close to me. My left hand traveled down the small of her back and stuck two fingers into the crack of her ass while I tangled my right in her hair, pushing her mouth into mine as I responded enthusiastically to her blood lusted kiss. I arched my back towards her, mashing our breasts together even as the pole pushed through my body, the pleasure so great it was painful, the pain giving me so much more pleasure…I could not breathe, but I wanted so much to keep shrieking my joy to the world. I forced open my eyes, and found myself looking directly up into the overhead screen past the edge of the Boss' hair. I could see an unbelievably large pool of blood covering the stone base and stage surrounding it. The twins were pushing their fingers in and out of each other furiously, their pussy juice dripping into the pool of blood at their feet. Judy had at least three fingers buried in her ass. All three were having massive orgasms, but had their eyes focused firmly on me. The Boss pulled back and screamed as she came, throwing her had back the same as I had. Her voice was amazingly loud and sounded like the screech of a bird of prey. As she did this I felt one last welcome lance of pain and I saw the tip of the spike rip out of my body between my breasts, covered with blood and bits of tissue as I slid down to the bottom of its length. My eyes were hooded and blissful, my mouth hanging open. The pain, as great as it was, was nothing compared to the orgasm that finally reached its zenith and began to fade. My world was shrinking down to a little realm of total pleasure. I felt my life fading with it. I was so glad now I had taken that drug, my only wish now being to hang onto these final moments, to experience my death for as long as possible. I could not feel anything below the spike that was now sticking two feet out of my chest as I sank down to my knees on the stone block. I wanted to speak, to say something to all of these beautiful people who had helped me achieve this, but I could not. I felt my heart stutter and flutter, but amazingly it had not stopped yet. My head hung back, and I watched the screen in fascination as my body began to convulse. The Boss jumped down beside me, once again kissing me deeply, filling my last moments with pleasure as I felt my heart give a final leap and then go still. A last gurgling sigh escaped my lips, and I died. She broke our kiss, her face a mask of pleasure and joy, smiling into my eyes. Then I realised that I could still see! How was this possible? I was dead! I could feel that my heart had stopped, and the pain was totally gone, the last lingering pleasure of the orgasm fading as well! How could this be? I could not move anything. I could not even blink, but I could see myself in the screen. I looked horrible and beautiful at the same time. I was covered in blood, and the spike had bits of skin and bone clinging to its sides. I was incredibly pale. My eyes were wide open, as was my mouth. There was a massive puddle of blood surrounding me. My hands, which I could now see had gone to my ruined crotch in my last moments, were curled and still. I could vaguely hear the audience clapping and cheering me, telling me that, wherever I was, it had been great. Then I heard the Boss tell them that they must leave quickly, all except for the blonde, whom she announced had been the winner of my legacy. I heard more cheers at this, and at the edge of the screen's coverage I saw Beth leading the pretty young woman off stage. I heard the sounds of the crowed moving, and all of the MurderInc. crew talking with them. The sounds were getting hard to hear, and I could not focus on any one conversation. After a bit, the world got quiet and all I was left with was the vision of myself impaled on the stake. I had no sense of time, and felt strangely detached from all I was seeing. I felt no fear, in fact felt a strange sense of completeness, as if this was a perfectly natural thing to be happening. Feeling nothing, and unable to move I simply waited for what was next. Then I heard and very vaguely felt some movement around me. The screen shut off and Tanya's face came into view. "Jesus, Boss, you were right. I haven't felt anything even close to that before. God, am I ever glad we finally found her." His mask was gone and he was smiling in pleasure and happiness. "Do you think she can hear us Boss?" I heard Judy say. "Her ears and brain where not damaged so she should be able to. Come on, we have to get her off this stake." Her face moved down over mine and she once again pressed her lips to my still ones. "If you can hear me, Kimberly, then don't worry. I know this is very strange but once you recover we will explain everything to you." I could not even focus my eyes properly, so her face, as close as it was, was nothing but a blur. The world tilted and moved as the spike was lowered into the stone block. Tanya held me up as the spike slid down and out of my body. I felt it sliding out, relieving the pressure on my ruptured body. I could hear bones cracking and splintering as it moved back out, and Tanya grunted and strained to keep me from moving with it. Then my rigid body went limp as the last of the spike pulled free. Tanya picked me up, and handed me over to someone. The Boss' face came into blurry view. She was holding me easily, as if I was no more than a little girl. She kissed me once again. "Welcome to my world, Kimberly," she whispered to me. "I have waited for you for a very, very long time. Even my other pets have waited for you for many a year. Sleep now, sleep and renew yourself, better than ever before. We will be waiting for you when you wake." As soon as the stake had been pulled from me, I had felt the strange alert state I was in beginning to fade. I could not close my eyes, but the world began to fade and I suddenly felt more tied than ever in my life. As the world shrank to a tiny point of light I heard the Boss' voice whisper into my ear. "You're going to love your new world, Kimberly. After all ... The Boss is never wrong." Then the world went black.
DAMN. Great story!
Fucking saved to my hard drive.
Ok. It is a great story up to the end. The end sucks. What is The Boss going to explain? What happens when Kimberly wakes up? I write stories, too, and I always try to include the two most important words to any story: The End. Leaving it like this just pisses me off. Did you lose interest? Did you get stuck and forget where you were going? Like I said, up until the end, it was a great story. It is just too bad you killed it with a lame ending.
Shut up. It's called a cliff-hanger. It's obviously been left open for continuation. Don't act dumber than you are just because you didn't get to finish your nut before the story ended. Great story, hoping for more.
I would guess that ,if the story continues, Kim has become a Vampyre and will now work at MurderInc. I only think this because the boss is a pale woman who likes drinking blood, and also the injection that kept Kim alive is probably the Bosses blood, I think that is why the twins couldn't quite explain what it was. I think the entire staff of MurderInc are most likely Vampyres, I think this is why the Twins said that getting their job was a "Trade Secret". I think it is best that the story ended where it did, that was we can think what we want to about why Kim is still alive.
P.S. That was a remarkably good story.
vampires???? good grief, les's not
vampires???? good grief, les's hope not
I can't think of any other way the story would work without at least the boss being a vampyre. And didn't the boss say something when she was drinking Kim's blood about not being able to take it all "at least not yet". Sorry I'm probably over thinking this. I have a thing for vampyres and knives and the thought of both makes me a happy person :) . But anyway, I think if this is a vampire story and Kim is being recruited into MurderInc then I would really be more interested in how the Twins got their jobs. P.S. If nobody minds then I might write my idea of what happened to the Twins and if its good then I might post it here someday.
i sort of assumed that it was gonna have more written and if not its open ended open endings can be pretty nifty kanye shruggin
If this is vampires then it's way fucking sexier than Twilight. In fact I feel kinda guilty that I ended up mentioning this and Twilight in the same sentence due to how exponentially better a story this was. I am so glad I read it, great job.
I don't think its really open ended. Its not like saying "To Be Continued" at the end of a story, I think its more like saying "The End?". It kinda suggests that there is more story but it might never be written.
Damn! What an awesome story! I can't wait to see the continuation of this saga, especially what would happens to the other two. I hope you keep writing this f/f stuff. Awesome story!
I'm glad you guys liked it. Unfortunately, as I mentioned in some other threads, I am not the author of this story or any of the stories I have written, though I have modified them here and there to suit my tastes better. The author has since stopped writing as far as I can tell. He or she has disappeared. I started posting consensual death stories in the hope that it would encourage other consensual death stories to be posted. If I see any consensual death stories I haven't seen before and I like them, I'll post more from my archive. @ Lord Oblivion Please do write something consensual with the twins and post it. I'd love to read it. Stories with twins dying together are rare. Here's a little extra incentive: if the twins use knives on themselves and each other while having sex with each other, rather than passively letting things happen to them separately, and if the story is well written and compelling, I'll post 3 stories from my archive instead of one.
That was an absolutely fantastic, sexy, messy story. Yummy. >>6 Dolcett Girls had to turn off search functionality for anyone outside of the City Council because it was killing the hosting site. It was that or shut down the site entirely (which wasn't an option either).
Could this actually be a reality? For a hot girl to be paid off to do this to whoever wants it?
I see. How does one enter the City Council then?
I'm not good at writing but what I lack on writing, I'm making up with good drawing... Say, if someone willing to collaborate & reward.my skill handsomely, I'm more than happy to make a comic out of these or any others story as long as it has f/f, sexual themed, action, maybe add violence or guro sprinkled here & there, I'm all set.