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The oldest sister, Elara, was still laughing at some crude joke her youngest brother had made when she felt the first fingers dig into her hips, not playful, not teasing, but possessive, the way a butcher grips the haunch of a lamb before the blade drops. Her breath hitched, but not from fear. The thick, musky scent of male sweat and arousal already clung to the room, mingling with the damp heat between her own thighs. She knew what came next. They all did.

Her brother’s cock, already slick with pre-cum, pressed against the cleft of her ass, and she arched instinctively, her full breasts swaying as she braced herself against the stone altar. The family tradition demanded reverence, and Elara had always been devout. His grip tightened, and she gasped as he sheathed himself inside her in one brutal thrust, the stretch making her toes curl.

His rhythm was punishing from the start, each snap of his hips punctuated by the wet slap of flesh and the jiggle of her heavy tits. Elara’s moans climbed higher, her cunt clenching around him as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. She could feel the moment his control frayed, the way his thrusts grew erratic, the hot pulse of his cock swelling inside her.

Then the blade touched her throat. Cold. Sharp. A whisper of steel against skin. Her brother’s breath was ragged in her ear, his hips stuttering as he came, thick ropes of cum flooding her cunt just as the knife bit deep. Elara’s climax crashed into her at the same moment the blood began to pour, her body convulsing in ecstasy even as her vision darkened. The last thing she felt was his seed spilling from her, mingling with her blood on the altar.

The second sister, Lyria, was already being dragged forward as Elara’s body slumped. Her round thighs trembled, not from fear but anticipation, her nipples pebbled tight under the hungry gazes of her brothers. One of them, she couldn’t tell which, spun her roughly, bending her over the same stone, her plush ass raised in offering. She barely had time to whimper before a cock speared into her, the stretch of her asshole making her gasp.

Lyria’s fingers scrabbled at the altar, her tits swaying wildly as her brother fucked her with short, brutal strokes. The slap of flesh echoed in the chamber, each thrust forcing a broken moan from her lips. She could feel the knife’s edge teasing her pulse, the promise of release coiled tight with every slam of his hips. Her climax hit just as the blade did, her scream muffled by the hand tangled in her hair.

The youngest, Veyra, watched with wide eyes as Lyria’s body twitched, her brother’s cock still buried in her. She didn’t resist when hands pulled her forward, her own thighs slick with arousal. The eldest brother pressed her against the altar, his cock glistening with her sisters’ mixed fluids. “Your turn,” he murmured, and she shuddered as he entered her in one smooth thrust.

Veyra’s back arched, her full breasts pressed against the cold stone. His grip on her hips was iron, every snap of his hips driving her higher. She could feel the others watching, their breaths hot on her skin. The knife hovered, a teasing promise, as her brother’s cock swelled inside her. She came with a cry, her cunt fluttering around him.

The blade slid in as he spilled, her climax still wracking her body. Blood pooled beneath her, mingling with his seed. Her breath hitched, then stilled. The brothers exhaled in unison, their ritual complete. The chamber smelled of sex and iron, the altar slick with proof of their devotion.

Silence settled, heavy and sacred. The eldest wiped his knife clean, then turned to the others. “Next year,” he said, and they nodded. The youngest brother licked his lips, eyes lingering on the altar. The sisters’ bodies would be honored, their bones ground into the family’s bread. Tradition demanded nothing less.

"Looks like its a full moon tonight," Elise teased, her breath fogging the lens of the handheld camera as she adjusted the focus, the red recording light cutting through the park's darkness like a fresh wound. In front of her, a redheaded goth girl, thighs pressed into cold wrought iron, ass arched in the air, breasts hanging under her shirt, wrists already cuffed to the bench. She laughed too loudly, her freckled ass jiggling with the motion, the ruined scraps of her panties dangling from one ankle like a surrender flag. The joke hadn't been funny ten minutes ago, but now, with the humid air clinging to their skin and the distant shouts of drunk college students echoing, it felt inevitable.

"Rules are simple, well sit in the bushes and record your cunt," Elise explained, "If you last ten minutes without using the safe word then you win a five grand we all paid in on."

The first drizzle of rain hit the small of her back just as the scissors snipped through the last thread of fabric, the sound obscenely crisp. She was fully exposed to the world now. "Fuck, your pussy's already glistening," one of her friends murmured, not unkindly, as the girl arched instinctively, her shaved lips parting under the scrutiny. The camera panned lower, catching the way her inner thighs trembled, not from fear, but from the unspoken thrill of exposure, the way her friends' laughter curled around her like smoke.

No one noticed the rustling in the rhododendrons until the bench creaked under new weight, a calloused palm spreading her cheeks wider than the night air ever could. The girl's gasp was half-surprise, half-recognition, her red curls whipping as she tried to turn her head. "Wait," she started, but the word dissolved into a moan as the first fingers caught on the rim of her cunt, the owner's grunt drowning out Elise's startled,

"Oh shit, we should get out of here," her friends yelled. The camera hit the grass as homeless men emerged from the shadows, their stench of sweat and cheap liquor preceding them, hands already working belt buckles. One knelt, his tongue dragging a wet stripe up her slit before he spat directly onto her clit, the sound obscenely wet. "Gonna wreck this tight little cunt," he promised, and the girl's hips stuttered forward, her cunt pulsing around nothing, already betraying her.

The first cock slammed into her without warning, her pussy stretching obscenely around the intrusion, the slap of flesh echoing off the park benches. She screamed, not in pain, but in startled pleasure, her body arching against the cuffs as her tits swayed violently. The man behind her laughed, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise, his thrusts short and brutal. "Fuck, she's dripping," he grunted, his balls slapping against her clit with every snap of his hips.

Someone else grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as another cock forced itself between her lips, the taste of salt and unwashed skin flooding her mouth. Tears streaked her freckles, but her moans vibrated around the shaft, her tongue instinctively curling under the frenulum. The camera, forgotten in the grass, caught the moment her eyes rolled back, her thighs trembling as her first orgasm tore through her, just as the man in her pussy came, his cum painting her walls in thick, hot spurts.

The others didn't wait. Hands groped her tits, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her sob around the cock in her mouth, while another positioned himself at her asshole, spitting roughly before forcing his way in. She convulsed, her body torn between pleasure and overstimulation, her muffled screams lost in the sounds of skin slapping skin. The man in her ass came first, his grip on her hips tightening as he emptied himself inside her, the sensation making her pussy clench around the softening cock still buried there.

Someone shoved the first man aside, replacing him before his cum could even drip out of her, the new cock thicker, the stretch bordering on painful. She whimpered, but her cunt still pulsed hungrily, betraying her as it swallowed him deeper. The man fucking her face pulled out, slapping his wet shaft against her flushed cheeks before shoving it back down her throat, her gag reflex long since overridden by sheer need.

The rhythm became chaotic, no coordination, just a frenzy of thrusts, fingers bruising her thighs, someone's teeth sinking into the curve of her ass. Her second orgasm hit like a seizure, her back arching violently against the bench, her cunt milking the cock inside her as another man groaned and came, his release mixing with the first. The taste of stale beer filled her mouth as the man above her finished, her throat working instinctively to swallow.

Then the knife flashed, not a clean slice, but a jagged tear across her throat, the pain delayed by the shock of cold metal. She gasped, her body seizing as blood bloomed hot and slick down her chest, her vision blurring. The man in her pussy came again, his hips jerking erratically as her dying cunt spasmed around him, his groan lost in the wet, choking sounds she made. The camera, still rolling, caught the moment her pupils dilated, fixed and empty, even as her hips twitched in one last, pathetic mimicry of pleasure.

Someone laughed, low and guttural, as they rolled her limp body onto the bench, her breasts lolling to the side, nipples still stiff from the cold air. Another cock nudged against her slack lips, smearing precum across her slack mouth, but her jaw stayed loose, her tongue lifeless against her teeth. The man shrugged and shoved into her anyway, his thrusts lazy now, like he was fucking a warm ragdoll, his fingers tangling in her red curls to tilt her head back further. Blood pooled in the hollow of her throat, dripping onto the bench with a sound like rain.

Her ass was still tight, even in death, and the last man took his time, savoring the way her body resisted before yielding, his fingers digging into the bruises already darkening her hips. He came with a shudder, his cum leaking out of her in slow, sticky rivulets, mixing with the blood streaking her thighs. Someone wiped their cock on her thigh, leaving a glistening trail, before zipping up with a satisfied grunt. The camera light flickered, the lens fogged with condensation, or maybe it was just the girl's last breath, still hanging in the air.

They left her there, cuffed to the bench, her legs splayed obscenely wide, her cunt gaping and glazed with cum. The first drops of rain hit her skin like a benediction, washing the blood into pinkish swirls between her breasts. Somewhere, the distant wail of sirens cut through the night, but the men were already gone, their laughter trailing behind them like the scent of cheap liquor and sweat. The girl's eyes stayed open, staring at nothing, her lips parted around a silent scream.

A gust of wind caught her curls, lifting them for a moment, the red strands tangling in the cuffs like living things. Her nipples hardened in the cold, the dark circles of her areolas puckered tight, and a slow trickle of cum seeped from her asshole, dripping onto the bench beneath her. The park smelled like wet grass and sex now, the metallic tang of blood fading under the weight of rain. Someone had left a cigarette butt balanced on her hip, the ember long dead.

The cops found her like that, her body already cooling, the handcuffs biting into her wrists so deeply they'd left purple grooves. One of them sighed, rubbing his temple like this was just paperwork, while the other radioed it in, his voice flat. The camera lay in the grass nearby, its lens cracked but still recording, though no one would check the footage until much later, when a bored tech would pause on the frame where her toes curled in the dirt, mid-orgasm, the knife already glinting in the periphery. Realizing he could sell this as a snuff film for extreme money.

Her friends were the ones who identified her, their faces pale under the station's fluorescent lights. Elise kept touching her own throat absently, her fingers tracing the ghost of a wound that wasn't there. The detective would later note how none of them cried, not really. Just shaky breaths and bitten lips, like they'd known, somehow, that the joke would end like this. The girl's body was zipped into a bag, her freckles disappearing under the black plastic, her curls finally still.

The elevator’s emergency brake hissed like a dying animal as the metal jaws clamped shut around Emily’s throat, freezing mid-bite. She gasped, her fingers scrambling uselessly against the polished steel, her body bent forward at a brutal angle—knees on the grimy floor, ass raised high, the thin fabric of her sundress riding up to expose the damp lace of her panties stretched tight over her plump cheeks. The doors hadn’t killed her, not yet, but they’d trapped her in a cruel tableau: head pinned, spine arched, every frantic breath making her tits jiggle against the restraint of her bra.

Behind her, Jake’s her own younger brother's breath hitched. He’d been walking close to her since they left home, stealing glances at the way her hips swayed, the way her laughter made her nipples press against her top. Now, with her helpless, his cock strained against his jeans, thick and insistent. He didn’t think, just dropped to his knees, fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and yanking them down to her thighs. The scent of her arousal hit him like a punch, sweet and musky, her pussy already glistening. “Fuck,” he muttered, palming her ass before spitting directly onto her exposed hole.

Emily whimpered, the vibration of her voice making the elevator doors tremble against her windpipe. She should’ve screamed, should’ve fought, but the heat of his tongue licking a fat stripe up her slit short-circuited her panic. Her toes curled in her sandals as he buried his face between her thighs, his nose grinding against her cunt while his tongue fucked her clit with messy, hungry thrusts. The elevator groaned overhead, gears clinking, warning or encouragement, she couldn’t tell. Her brother’s fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as she came against his mouth, her juices dripping down his chin.

Jake didn’t waste time. He shoved his jeans down just enough to free his cock, thick and ruddy, the tip already leaking. He lined himself up with her sopping entrance, one hand gripping the base while the other fisted her hair, yanking her head back just enough to make the doors creak ominously. “Try not to move or you might shake the elevator loose,” he growled, and then he was pushing in, the stretch making Emily sob. The elevator shuddered, the mechanism whining like a living thing as he bottomed out, her cunt clenching around him in ragged pulses.

He set a brutal pace from the start, hips slamming into her ass with enough force to make her tits bounce wildly against the trapped confines of her bra. Every thrust forced a choked gasp from Emily, her nails scraping the elevator door as pleasure coiled tighter in her gut. Jake’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, his breath hot against her back as he fucked her deeper, the wet slap of skin echoing in the confined space. She could feel him throbbing inside her, the telltale twitch of his cock signaling his first climax.

The first spurt hit her cervix like a punch, thick and scalding, and Emily wailed as her own orgasm ripped through her, her walls milking him desperately. Jake groaned, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into her, his cum flooding her in sticky waves. But he didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, his cock still hard, still driving into her overstimulated cunt as the elevator’s gears gave a metallic screech.

Emily’s vision blurred at the edges, her body torn between terror and rapture as Jake’s pace turned frenzied. His second load spilled into her just as the elevator lurched, the doors grinding forward with a mechanical scream. She came again, her scream cut short as the steel met the floor above, her brother’s final thrust burying his cock to the hilt as her head toppled from her shoulders outside of the elevator, her last orgasm mingling with the spray of arterial crimson.

Jake’s hips stuttered against her twitching corpse, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of her hips as he rode out his own climax, spurting thick ropes of cum into her dying cunt. The elevator shuddered to a halt, the silence broken only by the wet sound of his softening cock sliding free, glistening with their mingled fluids. Her blood pooled beneath them, warm and slick, as he panted against her still-warm back.

He didn’t move for a long moment, his breath ragged, his hands trembling where they still gripped her. The scent of copper and sex hung heavy in the air, the elevator’s fluorescent light flickering overhead like a dying pulse.

The elevator dinged cheerfully as it reached the next floor, the doors sliding open with a mechanical whir. Jake staggered to his feet, his jeans still tangled around his thighs, his cock slick with her blood and his own spend. He stepped over Emily’s body, his shadow falling across her severed neck as the doors closed behind him, leaving her there, knees bent, ass raised, forever frozen in the moment of her ruin.

"Jesus fuck, Lena," Jake hissed through clenched teeth, his knuckles bone-white on the steering wheel as his sister arched into a obscenely deep backbend in the passenger seat, the strained fabric of her leotard doing nothing to hide the slick pink slit between her thighs. The scent of her, gymnast sweat and something unbearably sweet, flooded the car, thick enough to choke on. Her freckled chest heaved with each breath, nipples pebbled against the thin material, and Jake couldn't remember which turn he'd missed three exits back when her knee brushed his thigh as she adjusted her pose.

Rain hammered the windshield in erratic bursts, the wipers useless against the storm outside the car. Lena's laughter was too bright, too knowing, as she hooked a finger under the high-cut crotch of her leotard, flashing him a glimpse of bare, waxed skin. "Relax, big brother," she purred, stretching her toned arms overhead with a sigh that made his cock twitch painfully against his jeans. "It's just stretching." The oncoming headlights caught the wet gleam between her legs as she spread them wider, and Jake felt something in his chest snap like a rotten branch.

He didn't signal when he jerked the wheel onto the gravel road, didn't speak when Lena yelped and grabbed the dashboard for balance. The car fishtailed as he accelerated into the pitch-black farmland, cornstalks whipping against the doors like skeletal fingers. Lena's breathing turned shallow, he could hear it over the engine, could smell the shift in her sweat from teasing to fear. "Jake?" Her voice wavered exactly how he'd imagined it would, that first time he'd stolen her panties from the laundry.

The knife was already in his lap when he killed the engine, the blade cold against his thigh as he turned to watch Lena's throat work around a swallow. Her blue eyes went wide as saucers when his zipper hissed open, but she didn't scream. Not yet. Jake palmed himself through his boxers, groaning at the sticky heat of his own arousal, and wondered if she'd taste like salt or fear when he shoved himself between those plush lips.

Her whimper when he fisted her hair was sweeter than he'd dreamed, the wet smack of her knees hitting the floorboard lost beneath the thunder. Lena's mouth opened on instinct, good girl, and Jake didn't bother with preamble, just dragged her forward until her nose pressed into his pelvis and her throat convulsed around him. Tears streaked down her freckles as she gagged, but her tongue flicked obediently along his shaft, her spit-slick lips stretched obscenely wide. He could feel her heartbeat in the pulse of her throat.

The first spasm of her climax hit when he wrenched her leotard down to her waist, her tits bouncing free as he liked his fingers and thrust them between her pussy lips. Lena's scream muffled around his cock, her body arching into the pain like the gymnast she was, and Jake came so hard his vision whited out. Hot ropes painted her throat as her cunt fluttered around his fingers, her own orgasm dripping down her thighs onto the floor mat. She was still shuddering when he dragged her out of the car and flipped her onto the hood chest down, the metal denting under her weight.

Rain slid between her asscheeks down through her lower lips, as Jake lined himself up again, her puffy little cunt glistening with promise. He placed the knife to her throat so she would arch back into him. The knife's edge kissed her jugular when he sheathed himself to the hilt, her broken sobs syncing with each brutal thrust. Jake wondered if the neighbors would hear her gurgle when he sliced deep on his final stroke, if they'd mistake the wet slap of flesh for the storm. His sister's back arched one last time, perfect form, as his cum flooded her womb, with a hard slice her dragged the knife across his little sister's throat. Her blood soaked the cornfields in spurts.

Her knees buckled against the bumper when he hauled her up by the hair, her tits swaying with each ragged breath. Jake pressed two fingers into her ruined cunt, scooping out his own spend to smear across her tongue. Lena's eyelashes fluttered like dying moths as she tried to swallowed obediently, her gag reflex long since sliced out of her. The grave yawned open beside them, freshly turned earth smelling of worms and gasoline.

He pressed into her from behind again, her cunt so loose now it barely gripped him, just a hot wet sleeve for his cock to piston through. Lena's head lolled forward, her curls tangling in the windshield wipers as he came inside her for the third time, his balls slapping against her clit with every spurt. She didn't cum this time, just trembled like a gutted doe when he stabbed the knife and twisted it between her ribs.

Jake came a fourth time watching the life leave her eyes, his palm pressed over her mouth as his hips stuttered against her cooling body. The knife was still buried in her lung when he jerked off onto her slack face, his cum mixing with the raindrops on her freckles. He'd have to wipe down the windshield before driving home. Ther blood painted it hardly removed by the rain.

Her toes twitched in the dirt like she was still pointing them on the balance beam, those thick thighs he'd dreamed about for years now splayed obscenely wide. Jake dragged two fingers through the mess between her legs, blood and cum and that slick gymnast arousal, before shoving them into her mouth one last time. Her teeth clacked against his knuckles like a broken marionette.

The shovel bit into wet earth with a rhythm almost as satisfying as Lena's choked moans had been. Jake paused to adjust himself in his jeans, still half-hard, still wanting, as he tossed another clod of dirt onto her bare stomach. Her tits were already turning blue beneath the mud.

Somewhere beyond the cornfield, a dog barked. Jake checked his watch, still time to stop at the car wash before Mom got home. He wiped his palms on Lena's discarded leotard, the fabric still warm from her body, and wondered if her teammates would miss her flexibility at tomorrow's meet.

The Club Chapter 19: You'll love it. By Sanadaman

I sat in my livingroom mulling over what happened at the filming. Maddie barely survived, I had never seen the guillotine act up like it did. I sat there relaxing as Maddie kneeled in front of me, my cock in her mouth. Her thick ass wiggling as she bobbed up and down. Her pink hair clutched between my fingers. I picked up the phone with my other hand and dialed Mr Frenchman.

"Hello Mr. Will, what brings your sparkling personality to my phone? Interested in another guillotine? Gallows? Garrote post? Automated spitting machine?"

"I'm actually calling.... Automated spitting machine?" I was surprised by the thought.

"Yes, I build a wonderful device. It can be set to slowly fuck a girl till she cums and then it forces a thick steel rod from cunt to mouth in a few seconds. Good if you want to roast over an open fire or on a large enough grill. J&j meats has 2 just to spit the girls before transport. If someone buys a whole roast that it."

I was honestly intrigued. The thought made me even harder in Maddie's throat. "Never mind. I'm actually calling because the guillotine on the right of the two guillotine roulette setup didn't release correctly. It had a delay. I used a cattle prod on the slut in it." I felt Maddie's throat tighten at the words "and after that it was acting strange. Would you be willing to check it out?"

"Of course Mr. Will. Id love to do that for you. I will have to test it and I do not under any circumstances let my mechanisms dry drop. If you could provide a suitable test slut I'd be happy to test and repair the device."

"It's a bit of short notice but I might be able to get someone." I thought of every slut I knew. I wasn't sure who I could even get. "I was actually wondering. Do you think there are clients that would come out for a live show? Maybe even bring there own slut?"

"Oh Mr. Will, I know plenty of men who own my product. I'm sure I could put you in touch with some of the bigger names. What should I refer to your little venture as?"

"I... The Club. Not a club The Club. Feel free to pass them my number. I'll have a girl ready for you. What day do you want?"

"Tomorrow is perfect for me. I'll see you at six p.m. if that's ok with you?"

I was panicked a bit but ok with it. "Ok tomorrow it is." At this point I had shoved Maddie's head down and had been holding it all conversation. Her nose was pressed against my pelvis as her throat pulsed around my cock. She must have been without air for a few minutes now. Her hands tapped my thighs trying to make me stop. I looked at her as her nails clawed at my legs and then went limp.

I came in her dying throat. Pulsing ropes of cum shooting down her open air way. I watched Maddie's pink hair flutter against my thigh. Her mouth was still warm around me, slack now, the way she'd left it just a wet hole for my cock to pulse in lazily, the last few spurts dripping down her chin. I tugged her head back by the roots, admiring how her neck arched like a broken swan's.

Her body fell limp on the floor. Her head lolled to one side. Her eyes blank staring at the ceiling. Fuck. I had just killed the slut on my cock not even thinking about it.

I went to my car grabbing the red case again. The defibrillator wined as it started and with a solid thump Maddie was shocked back to life. Her gasp loud as she looked around like she just got home. "You amazing fuck, did you just casually snuff me Sir? Fuck." She suddenly came shaking as she laid there.

"You just Die so good, you dumb cunt. I couldn't help but suffocate you on my cock. It's what you are ment to do." I smiled at her and gave her a kiss. It was saposed to be a hard kiss but suddenly I found myself softly making out with her. I backed off wiping my lips. "That was... to much. You don't mean a fucking thing to me. Remember that cunt."

"Yes Sir." She was smiling.

"Let's get some sleep. I need to find Frenchie a girl to snuff tomorrow and I need rest so I have the strength to chloroforme a slut at a bar somewhere." We went upstairs to bed. I laid there thinking of everything. Maddie shouldn't mean anything to me.... but... as I absent mindedly fingered her. My cock was hard again. I couldn't help it I needed to get off again. Flipping her onto her stomach my cock sliding into her. Her soaked pussy dripping.

"You're gonna ruin this bed," I murmured against the sweat-slick curve of her neck, feeling her thighs clamp around my hips like she was trying to keep me inside even as I pulled out slow, dragging my cockhead through her swollen folds. The scent of her, warm, soft, sweetly flooded my senses as she arched back, her thick ass pressing into my stomach, her short pink hair sticking to her forehead in damp strands.

Her laugh came out breathless, uneven. "Already did," she gasped, reaching behind to claw at my thigh, urging me deeper. I obliged, sinking back into that slick heat inch by inch, watching her stomach quiver as she took me. The way her body clung was obscene, like she was molded for this, her plush thighs trembling as I bottomed out with a groan.

I could feel every pulse of her around me when she came, her cunt fluttering in ragged waves as she whimpered into the sheets. Her nails dug crescents into my forearm when I didn't let up, rolling my hips in slow, grinding circles that had her heels sliding against the mattress. "Fuck...fuck, Sir, I can't..." she choked out, but her body said otherwise, hips lifting greedily for more.

Thick drops of sweat rolled down my spine as I fucked her through it, my own climax coiling low in my gut. She must’ve felt it, the way my rhythm stuttered, the way my fingers bit into her hips, because she turned her head just enough to catch my gaze, her lips parted around a silent plea. I gave it to her, slamming home with a groan as my cock jerked, spilling into her in hot, pulsing ropes that had her clenching around me like she was trying to milk every last drop.

Her breath hitched when my hand found her throat, my fingers pressing just enough to make her eyes flutter shut. "That's it," I murmured against the shell of her ear, feeling her pulse rabbit beneath my palm. "Take it all." She whined, high and desperate, her body quivering as I kept fucking into her, slow and deep, my cum leaking around my cock with every thrust.

The sound was obscene, slaps of skin, her choked gasps, the slick squelch of my cock driving into her over andwet over. Her thighs trembled, her cunt fluttering around me in weak little spasms as I tightened my grip, just shy of cruel. "Fuck....fuck, I can’t...." she sobbed, her nails scoring down my arm, but I didn’t let up, didn’t let her come down, just kept her teetering on that edge where pleasure bled into something sharper.

Her ass jiggled with every snap of my hips, the sight of it, pink and marked from my hands, sending a fresh wave of heat through me. I leaned over her, my chest pressed to her back, and growled into her ear, "Gonna fill you up again." She shuddered, her breath coming in ragged little hitches, and I knew she’d let me. Knew she’d take every fucking drop.

My fingers tightened around her throat, not enough to stop her air completely, not yet, but enough to make her gasp. Her pulse fluttered against my palm, wild and frantic, and I felt her cunt clench around me in response, like she was trying to pull me deeper. "You like that?" I murmured, my lips brushing the damp shell of her ear. She didn’t answer, couldn’t, but her hips rocked back against mine, her body speaking for her.

The pressure in my gut coiled tighter, my balls drawing up as I fucked her harder, my cock dragging through her slick walls with every thrust. My grip on her throat tightened another fraction, her breath stuttering, her body going taut beneath me. For a second, I wondered if I should stop, if she was too far gone, but then she arched into me, her nails scraping down my thigh, and I knew she wanted it. Knew she’d take whatever I gave her.

Her cunt fluttered around me, weak little spasms that had me groaning, my rhythm faltering as my orgasm ripped through me. I came hard, my cock jerking inside her as I spilled, my grip on her throat tightening until her gasps turned to silence. Her body went slack beneath me, her thighs still trembling, her cunt still milking me as I rode it out, fucking my cum deeper into her until I was spent.

I loosened my grip, letting her breathe, and she sucked in air like she'd been drowning. "Jesus," she rasped, her voice raw, her fingers flexing against the sheets. I pulled out slowly, watching my cum leak from her, thick and white against her flushed skin. She rolled onto her back, her chest heaving, her pink hair sticking to her forehead in damp curls.

I didn't mean to say it. The words slipped out before I could catch them, my thumb brushing her swollen lip. "I love you, Maddie." Her eyes, hazy with pleasure, sharpened, her breath hitching. I froze, my stomach twisting, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she arched into my touch, her lips parting around a shaky exhale.

"Say it again," she whispered, her voice wrecked, her fingers curling into my wrist. I hesitated, but her hips lifted, her thighs parting like an invitation, and I groaned, my cock already stirring again. "I love you," I repeated, rough and honest, my palm sliding down her stomach to press between her legs. She gasped, her body arching, her cunt still slick with me. "Fuck, say it while you fill me up again."

Her nails bit into my shoulders as I rolled her onto her back, my cock nudging at her entrance, still wet from my last load. I shoved in hard, her gasp turning into a moan as I bottomed out, her legs locking around my waist. "I love you," I growled, my hips snapping forward, my hands framing her face. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting on a silent cry, and I knew she was close, knew she’d come the second I did.

My fingers tangled in her pink hair, tugging just enough to make her whimper, her cunt clenching around me like a vise. "I love you," I repeated, my voice breaking as I fucked her harder, my balls slapping against her ass. Her thighs trembled, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, and I knew she was teetering on the edge. "Say it back," I demanded, my thumb brushing her swollen clit.

She came with a sob, her body convulsing beneath me, her cunt milking my cock as I followed her over, spilling into her with a groan. "I love you, Sir" she gasped, her voice raw, her fingers clutching at my back. I shuddered, my hips stuttering, my cock pulsing inside her as I filled her again, my forehead pressed to hers. For a second, neither of us moved, our breaths mingling, our bodies still joined. Then she laughed, soft and breathless, and I knew I was fucked.

We passed out still in each other's arms. I knew I'd end up snuffing her. Why was I catching feelings. I was startled awake by the sound of breaking glass. Maddie was no where to be seen. I didn't even think about getting dressed I just ran out of my room. Getting to the landing I overlooked the living room. Thats when I saw it.

The first punch landed with a wet smack against Maddie’s jaw, snapping her head sideways as Liann’s knuckles left a red streak across her flushed skin. "Why are you in my house in my sister's clothes?"

I barely had time to process the fact that my sister was straddling my snuff slut's thick thighs, her own toned legs pinning Maddie down on the living room rug, before Maddie bucked her hips and rolled them over, her plump ass slamming into the coffee table, sending a half-empty beer bottle crashing to the floor. Liann’s fingers tangled in Maddie’s pink pixie cut, yanking hard enough to make her gasp, but Maddie just grinned, her lips splitting around a laugh as she dug her thumbs into the soft flesh above Liann’s collarbone.

Liann’s tank top had ridden up in the struggle, exposing the swell of her freckled tits, her pink nipples hard and the dark ink curling around her ribs, and Maddie didn’t hesitate, she grabbed a handful of that fiery red hair and slammed Liann’s head back against the hardwood. The sound was sickening, but the way Liann’s thighs instinctively clamped around Maddie’s waist sent a jolt straight to my cock. Maddie’s thick thighs flexed as she ground down against Liann’s hips, Kate's tight shorts straining against the curve of Maddie much thicker ass, and I could see the damp spot where her pussy was already soaking through the fabric.

Liann snarled something incoherent and twisted, her nails raking down Maddie’s bare arms, but Maddie just leaned in closer, her breath hot against Liann’s ear. “I'm fucking the owner you dumb cunt,” she panted, before sinking her teeth into the tendon of Liann’s neck. The scream that ripped from Liann’s throat was half pain, half something else entirely, and Maddie took advantage of the distraction—her thick fingers wrapping around Liann’s throat, squeezing until the redhead’s face darkened to a violent purple.

Liann’s legs kicked wildly, her boots scuffing against the floor, but Maddie didn’t let up—her grip only tightened, her own chest heaving with the effort as she watched Liann’s eyes roll back. I should’ve stopped it. I knew I should’ve stopped it. But the way Maddie’s tits strained against the borrowed crop top, the way her thighs trembled with exertion, the way her cunt was practically dripping onto my sister’s stomach, fuck, I couldn’t move. And when Liann finally went limp, her body slack beneath Maddie’s, all I could think about was how badly I needed to bury my cock in one of them.

Maddie exhaled sharply, releasing Liann’s throat, her fingers leaving angry red marks on the pale skin. She leaned back, rolling her shoulders, and shot me a smirk that sent heat straight to my groin. “Relax,” she panted, nudging Liann’s head with her knee. “She’s still breathing, i didn'tbreak her neck like the last cunt.” I didn’t bother checking. Maddie’s hips were right there, her shorts riding up enough to show the slick glisten of her folds, and I was already stroking my cock before I could think better of it.

I grabbed Maddie’s wrist and yanked her off Liann’s unconscious body, shoving her onto the couch. She laughed, spreading her legs before I could even push her down, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts and dragging them down her thick thighs. “You gonna fuck me or what?” she taunted, but I was already turning back to Liann, my cock throbbing at the sight of her sprawled out, her tank top twisted around her waist, her tits rising and falling with each shallow breath.

I didn’t hesitate. I flipped Liann onto her stomach, her ass jiggling as I hiked her skirt up, no panties. Was she a fucking slut? Did was she out ficking for money. Her cunt was glistening wet whether from the fight or from Maddie grinding on her, I didn’t care. I lined myself up and shoved inside with one brutal thrust, her tight cunt clamping around me as her body jerked limply beneath mine. Maddie’s laughter filled the room, but all I could hear was the wet slap of skin on skin as I fucked my sister raw.

Maddie’s fingers dug into my shoulders from behind, her tits pressing against my back as she reached around to pinch Liann’s nipples, twisting until the unconscious redhead whimpered. “She’s still out, do you know this cunt?” Maddie murmured, her breath hot against my neck. “Bet she’ll wake up with your cum dripping out of her. If we let her wake up ever again.” The thought sent me over the edge, my balls tightened, my cock pulsed, and I came deep inside my sister's pussy, my hips stuttering against her ass as I filled her.

Liann’s body jerked beneath me, a ragged gasp tearing from her throat as her eyes flew open—wide, panicked, pupils blown. She tried to scream, but the sound choked off when Maddie’s hand clamped over her mouth, her other arm snaking around Liann’s throat from behind me. Pulling her back to my chest. “Shhh,” Maddie cooed, her thighs bracketing mine as she leaned in, her teeth scraping Liann’s ear. “Just take it.” Liann thrashed, her nails clawing at my arms, her pussy fluttering around my softening cock as she realized what was happening. "You're my big brother. Why, fucking. You came in me."

I didn’t pull out. I couldn’t. The way her cunt clenched around me, still milking my cum, was too fucking good. Maddie’s grip tightened, her forearm pressing into Liann’s windpipe, cutting off her air completely. Liann’s scream died in her throat, her body arching, her tits bouncing as she fought for breath. I watched her face darken, her lips parting around silent pleas, her eyes rolling back as her hips bucked wildly—not to escape, but from the orgasm tearing through her.

Maddie’s laughter was low, breathless, as Liann’s movements slowed, her thighs trembling, her pussy still pulsing around me. “She’s cumming,” Maddie whispered. “Look at her.” I did. I watched my sister’s body go rigid, then limp, her chest rising once, twice, before stopping altogether. Maddie didn’t let go until Liann’s cunt squeezed me one last time, her orgasm wringing the last drops of cum from my cock as she died beneath me.

I pulled out slowly, my cock slick with her juices, and Maddie rolled Liann onto her back, her fingers pressing against the redhead’s throat. “No pulse,” she murmured, like she was commenting on the weather. She reached over to the coffee table, her fingers brushing past the broken beer bottle, and grabbed the defibrillator, still in its bright red case. Maddie popped it open with one hand, the other still tracing the bruises on Liann’s neck. “Clear,” she said, and pressed the paddles to Liann’s tits.

Liann’s body arched off the floor, her tits bouncing as the electricity jolted through her, her mouth open in a silent scream. Maddie watched, her lips parted, her fingers still curled around the paddles, until Liann’s chest rose again—sharp, ragged. Liann gasped, her eyes flying open, her hands clawing at her own throat like she could still feel Maddie’s grip there. “Welcome back,” Maddie purred, her thumb stroking Liann’s clit as she leaned in close. “You cum so pretty when you’re dying.”

Liann’s breath hitched, her hips jerking as Maddie’s fingers circled her clit, her pussy still glistening with my cum. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a broken moan, her thighs clamping around Maddie’s wrist as she shuddered. Maddie grinned, her teeth flashing in the dim light, and leaned down to lick a stripe up Liann’s throat. “Don’t worry,” she murmured, her lips brushing Liann’s ear. “your brother is just getting started.”

Liann’s eyes flicked to me, wide and wet with betrayal, her lips trembling as she tried to form words. “You....” she choked out, her voice raw from being strangled, her fingers twitching like she wanted to claw my face off. But Maddie’s hand was already tightening around her throat again, her thumb pressing into Liann’s windpipe until the redhead’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp. Maddie’s other hand slipped between Liann’s thighs, her fingers sliding into Liann’s still-dripping cunt, curling inside her until Liann’s back arched off the floor.

“You gonna thank your brother?” Maddie taunted, her hips grinding against Liann’s thigh as she fucked her with her fingers, her own pussy slick against Liann’s skin. Liann’s nails scraped at Maddie’s arms, her legs kicking weakly, but Maddie just laughed, her grip tightening until Liann’s face darkened, her tongue lolling out. “That’s it,” Maddie purred, her fingers pumping faster, her thumb rubbing circles on Liann’s clit as she watched the redhead’s eyes roll back. “Cum for us.”

Liann’s body convulsed, her pussy clenching around Maddie’s fingers as she came, her thighs trembling, her tits bouncing with each ragged gasp. Maddie didn’t let up, her fingers still fucking Liann through her orgasm, her other hand still crushing her throat until Liann went limp again, her chest rising and falling in shallow bursts. Maddie pulled her fingers out with a wet pop, her thumb rubbing Liann’s clit one last time before she reached for the zip-ties on the coffee table. “Time to tie you up,” she murmured, her lips brushing Liann’s cheek as she looped the ties around Liann’s wrists. “Don’t want you running away before we’re done.”

I watched Maddie work, rolling Liann on to her chest, her hands deft as she secured Liann’s wrists behind her back, her thighs straddling Liann’s hips, her own pussy dripping onto Liann’s ass. Liann’s eyes fluttered open, her lips parted around a moan as Maddie’s fingers traced the bruises on her throat. “you know your brother snuffs sluts like you and me right? He chopped your sister Racheal, Kate and Jacquie's heads off in his guillotine,” Maddie whispered, her fingers trailing down Liann’s chest, circling her nipples until they hardened. “you know didn't you, you saw the videos, don't lie.” Liann’s breath hitched, her hips jerking as Maddie’s fingers dipped lower, her nails scraping over Liann’s clit before pressing inside her again.

Liann’s body arched off the floor, her thighs clamping around Maddie’s wrist as Maddie fucked her, her fingers curling inside Liann’s cunt, her thumb rubbing circles on her clit. Maddie leaned in close, her lips brushing Liann’s ear. “You gonna cum again thinking of your dead sister's? Or worse your brother's cum in you right now.” she taunted, her fingers pumping faster, her hips grinding against Liann’s thigh. Liann’s nails scraped at the floor, her head thrashing as Maddie’s fingers hit that spot inside her, her pussy clenching around Maddie’s fingers as she came, her body shuddering, her tits bouncing with each ragged gasp.

Maddie pulled her fingers out slowly, her thumb rubbing Liann’s clit one last time before she reached for the knife on the coffee table. She pressed the blade to Liann’s throat, her lips curling into a grin as Liann’s breath hitched. “I guess we have our volunteer for the guillotine tomorrow,” she murmured, her thumb pressing into Liann’s clit as she watched the redhead’s eyes widen. Liann’s thighs trembled, her pussy dripping onto the floor as Maddie’s fingers traced the blade over her skin, her breath hot against Liann’s ear. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “You’ll love it.”

"Spin the wheel," someone shouted, their voice hoarse from too much whiskey and not enough sleep. The roulette clattered, its numbered slots gleaming under the flickering neon lights. Lillian's breath hitched, not from fear, but from the cold bite of the guillotine's frame against her naked thighs. The number on the screen glowed seventeen reflecting on the blade above. She felt her father's cock sliding deeper inside her as he adjusted himself using the restraints as a handle, his fingers lingering on the curve of her hips as he gripped into her thighs.

The crowd pressed closer, poker chips clattering in eager palms as bets were placed. Some wagered on the blade dropping within the next spin; others, that it would hold off until she came. The air smelled of sweat and whiskey, the scent clinging to the men's coats like a second skin. Lillian arched her back, not to escape, but to feel the edge of the lunette against the back of her neck. She arched into her father's hips slapping against her round ass. Her father's shaft slid in and out from head to base. The vains like ribs pulling bits of pleasure out of every thrust.

Beneath the mechanical whir of the wheel, she could hear the wet slap of skin on skin, timed to the rhythm of some long-dead waltz. The guillotine wasn't just a machine; it was their dance partner, its bearings groaning in time with their movements. Someone in the crowd laughed, high and nervous, as the wheel's ticking slowed, was that a seven or a seventeen? The numbers blurred in her vision, or maybe that was just the tears in her eyes. She both wanted to cum hard and at the same time she didn't want to die.

Her father whispered something then, too low for the others to hear. It wasn't reassurance. It wasn't love. He wanted to cum in her as she died and thats all she was good for anymore, and the way her pulse jumped when he said it aloud. The wheel clicked to a stop. For a heartbeat, the room held its breath. Then nothing. No blade. Not yet. Seven! The crowd erupted into curses and cheers, while Lillian let out a sound that was half-relief, half-disappointment. The game wasn't over. It had only just begun.

The wheel spun again, this time faster, the numbers dissolving into streaks of silver. Someone had bet on her father's stamina, not the machine's mercy. That he would cum before she lost her head. Another bet he'd cum as she died. She could feel him tense inside her, his grip tightening on her hips as if he could will the blade to wait. The guillotine creaked, a sound like a ship's hull straining in a storm. Beneath her, the metal platform trembled with every thrust, she could only see the crowd, the roulette wheel and the blood-stained floor. Men had their cocks out stroking to the scene. Others had their dates bent over tables or on their knees the men's members in their slutty mouths, as they watched Lillian naked, bound, being fucked by her own father, everyone knowing she would die impaled on her parent's flesh.

A drop of sweat slid down her temple, tracing the same path as the blade would if it fell. If it did. The uncertainty was its own kind of torture, one that made her toes curl against the cold metal. Five spins without her number and she'd be free. Her father's breath came ragged now, his rhythm faltering. The wheel ticked slower. Slower. The crowd hushed, watching the ball land in it's final resting place. Grunts of approval came from the men that enjoyed the anticipation. Girls being filled mouth or cunt by the extasy of the men who brought them. Seventeen!

The blade dropped. The sound was cleaner than she'd imagined, less a scream of metal, more the whisper of a razor through silk. Her vision tilted, the room spinning in a way that had nothing to do with the wheel. For a fraction of a second, she saw her own body above her, her father still buried inside her, his release painting her thighs as her head bounced once, twice, against the platform. The crowd roared.

Her father didn't stop. Even as her blood pooled beneath them, even as her fingers twitched in their restraints, he kept moving, chasing his own climax with a single-minded intensity. The blade had taken her head, but not the rest, not yet. Her body bucked, spasming like a puppet with its strings cut, milking at the cock that gave it life and now took it away. He erupted filling the dying cunt of his once beloved daughter. He spend himself inside her. The guillotine's mechanism whirred again, blade raising, resetting. Someone in the back began to clap.

The air smelled different now sharper, copper-laced. Her father stepped back, wiping himself off on her ass as casually as if he'd just finished a day's work. The wheel spun idly, waiting for the next bet, the next girl. Lillian's head lay where it had fallen, her lips parted around a word she'd never get to say. The crowd began to disperse, already talking about the next round, the next wager. The show, after all, must go on.