Part 1: Girl Power!

(Author’s Note: This one’s a little heavy on the world building/plot but there is plenty of gore. Trust me.)

Three months after William’s “proposal”, the wedding is finally here. William’s family are traditional, demanding a full collaring ceremony instead of a simple exchange of rings. But it’s all right, because William has promised her the night of her life following the wedding, and Leonora can’t wait to see what/who he has prepared for her.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s the third time you’ve said that during this meal.”

“I know. But still. I’m really sorry.”

“William.”

“I can’t help it- AHHK!” Leonora sits back down, wiping her hands daintily on her napkin as William pouts, cupping his pink cheek.

“That was unnecessary,” He mutters, taking a bite of toast as Leonora sips her coffee.

“No it wasn’t.” She snaps, tossing her linen napkin onto her half-eaten breakfast, “You have to stop this William. If your father sees you whimpering at the sight of me on my knees what do you think will happen?” He frowns but doesn’t argue, knowing she’s right. Even in the most liberal of families, it would be a pathetic, embarrassing sight for a man to grovel over a woman.

“A collaring ceremony is so antiquated,” William says, relenting in his argument as his cheek smarts from Leonora’s hit. She looks so beautiful sitting there at his breakfast nook, her hair still wild from sleep and nipples poking out from under her satin slip.

“It doesn’t matter,” Leonora says simply, smiling as William dabs his napkin on the corner of her mouth, “Your inheritance is contingent upon us following his whims, one of which is a traditional ceremony.” She roll her eyes at his kicked-puppy expression and leans forward to take his hands waiting until he meets her gaze before she speaks.

“It’s not a big deal, darling,” She says, “your father barely involves himself in our lives so if he wants this one thing, just give it to him.”

“You’re right,” He concedes, “as always.” She understands his hesitation of course; collaring ceremonies went out of still decades ago outside of the elite communities. But William came from a good family, and as much as he complains about his father, Mr. Blackthorne currently sits on a net worth of over ten billion dollars. And Leonora will be damned if she lets that fortune slip away due to her husbands romantic tendencies.

Turning back to her coffee, Leonora says, “Your mother is going to be here in an hour, will you be able to control yourself until I see you at the ceremony?”

At her question William’s eyes darken slightly and Leonora feels a bit of wetness drip down into her panties as she says, “I promised you I would do anything, and I intend to keep that promise.” He leans forward to take her hand, pressing a chaste kiss to her smooth skin as he murmurs, “My darling little wife.” Leonora’s gasps quietly at the display of devotion, and she combs her fingers through William’s soft hair as he admires her.

After a moment, she pulls her hand back and stands up, saying, “You need to get in the shower and I need to get ready for your mother.”

“Yes dear.” William chirps, laughing as Leonora playfully rolls her eyes, swatting him with a newspaper as he scampers away.

Leonora busies herself with cleaning their dishes before the doorbell finally rings signaling the arrival of her soon to be mother-in-law.

“My darling Leonora!” Madame Blackthorne exclaims, rushing past her many attendants to embrace the younger girl, pressing two wet kisses to either side of her face, “You look so thin! What a wonderful bride you’ll make, you’ll look so fetching in the Lavante dress I brought you!” Like many traditional men, Mr. Blackthorne had many wives and mistresses spread across the country, but as his live-in wife, Diane Blackthorne was his Madame. She was a tall, graceful woman always dressed like she had just stepped out of the 1930s, elegant and refined. Her face was sunken in from all the amount of fat removal surgeries she’d had over the years but her grip was strong as she lead Leonora back into the home.

Several female attendants followed behind them, all dressed the same: a form fitting black pencil skirt, matching blazer, and six inch high stilettos with a glossy red color on the bottom.

“Take that silly dressing gown off and come stand in front of the mirrors,” Madame Blackthorne took a seat on the large, circular couch as large rectangular mirrors were set up across from them, “And will somebody get me a glass of chardonnay, my head is killing me.” A short girl with tits so large they pressed against the tight fabric of her blazer hurried into the kitchen as Leonora slipped off her dress.

“Have you got any Irish in you?” Madame Blackthorne asks, taking the glass of wine from the attendant as Leonora steps out of her lacey panties, “I have a girlfriend who married an Irish fellow and they have the most darling red-headed children.”

“I’m not sure, Madame,” Leonora offers, as one of the attendants helps her on to a raised platform, “My parents never shared their heritage with me.”

“I bet you do. Now, let’s see you in that Lavante.” She snapes her fingers and four attendants rush forward. Three of them move to dress Leonora while another kneels between Madame Blackthorne’s legs, suctioning her mouth to the woman’s mature cunt. The attendant moans into the Madame’s bare cunt, bobbing her head as Leonora is zipped into the dress.

“Oh my!” Madame Blackthorne exclaims, though Leonora can’t be sure what she’s reacting to, “You look divine, dear!”

Leonora turns to look at herself in the mirror, and she can’t help but agree.

The dress is strapless, exposing her shoulders and collarbones. The bodice is lace, structured with corset boning to compress her already small waist into an almost impossible size. Two embroidered flowers cover her breasts, while the rest of her milky skin is left exposed. The skirt is made up of two parts – one of them a thin strand of ribbon that barely covers the top of her mound, while a longer, opaque white skirt is wrapped around it. With on tug it could fall away, and the attendant ties it in a loose bow.

Madame Blackthorne moans as she wraps her thighs around the head of the girl pleasing her, and Leonora can’t help but admire herself in the mirror. With a grunt the Madame cums on the girl’s face, humping against her for a moment until she slumps back on the couch. Thankfully, another attendant grabs the wine glass from her before she drops it.  

After a few minutes, Madame Blackthorne gets back up to her feet and gestures towards Leonora, “One of you get her a pair of pumps while I wait in the limo.” She stumbles off, flanked by five girls as the remaining two stay with Leonora.

“Take my hand, Miss,” Girl 1 says, as the other one crouches down to slide her feet into a pair of heels with a dainty ribbon wrapping around her calf. From this angle, Leonora can still see the girlcum covering Girl 2’s face, sticking her eyelashes together every time she blinks. She straps Leonora into the heels before leading her back out to where Madame Blackthorne waits in the limo.

“Congratulations,” Girl 2 blurts, as Girl 1 opens the door for Leonora, “The young master is quite handsome.” With that Leonora climbs in to the back, where one of the girls is massaging Madame Blackthorne’s feet, and the door shuts behind her.

“Could you do me a favor?” Leonora asks the Madame as the limo starts driving.

“Of course, my dear,” Madame Blackthorne replies, “in a few short hours you’ll be my daughter.”

“Could you have the slut you used in the living room disposed of?”

“As you wish,” Madame Blackthorne says, typing out a quick message on her phone, before turning back to Leonora, “I think you’ll fit in quite well with our family.”

Leonora smiles at her, “I think so too.”

A single shot is fired behind the car, and Leonora sits back as one of Madame Blackthorne’s girls begins to massage her legs, eagerly awaiting the ceremony to come.

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 Standing there, at the alter, watching his wife walk down the aisle unlocked something inside of William. From the moment he saw her, he knew he wanted her.

Needed her.

All he’d meant to do was step aside to piss while the party raged on when he saw her. The girl he’d been looking for.

His father had been breathing down his neck for the past year about finding a suitable wife, but William didn’t just want one off the registry. No, he wanted love. And the moment he saw Leonora covered in blood as she slaughtered that sorority chick, he’d been obsessed. When as watched her take a chunk out of Gavin, he’d fallen in love. He was lucky she had a decent rating; his father gave him plenty of grace but even he would’ve drawn the line at a Meat girl.

But Leonora, his perfect deadly darling, she was perfect.

“For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

“I’m proud of you son,” His father said, a hand on his shoulder as they watched Leonora make her way down the aisle, “You picked a real beauty. We’ll get strong sons from her.”

The music quiets as Leonora joins William at the end of the aisle. His father recites the Oath of Loyalty but all William could focus on was his radiant bride. He was frozen in place as he admired her, and Leonora smiles as his father reaches the end of the Oath. Numbly, he reached forward to undo the sash around her waist. The long skirt dropped to the floor, barring Leonora’s sweet little snatch and slim, pale legs to the small audience.

“And with this ring, my son claims this girl as his own.” William takes the collar from his father, and gulps as Leonora sinks to her knees in front of him.

“For now and forever, I am yours.” She says, barring her neck to him.

“You are mine.” It’s only from the hours of practice Leonora had forced him through regarding the traditional vows that he’s able to stutter his line. William leans down slightly to wrap the collar around Leonora’s neck. It’s a family heirloom, worn by the Madame before his current mother: a thin band of black velvet with a large pearl pendant dangling in the center. As he clasps it, William can barely hear the sounds of applause as she watches Leonora rise to her feet, baring his family’s mark around her neck.

“My husband.” She says, reaching out to take his hand.

“My wife.” William replies, leading Leonora back down the aisle and towards the rest of their lives. He couldn’t wait to show her the afterparty he had planned.

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After a quick fuck in the ceremony hall lounge room, the couple drives back to William’s estate under the glow of moonlight. Throughout the ride William can’t keep his hands off Leonora, kissing her neck, chest, and feet as the driver takes them back home.

“I love you,” He moans, burying his face against her stomach, “I’ll do anything for you.”

“I know you will, darling,” Leonora says, rubbing her finger’s along his neck until the limo comes to a stop in front of the estate.

“Come on,” William says, hoisting Leonora into his arms as he carries his bride across the threshold, “I have a gift for you.”

“Isn’t it my job to pleasure you?” Leonora asks, giggling as William easily carries her past the foyer and to the large, locked room at the back of the house.

“You pleasure me everyday just by being here,” William says, kissing Leonora as he holds her in his arms before remembering the plan. He sets her down gently, punching in the code to unlock the room as Leonora runs her hands over his back and ass.

“You’re a little devil,” He laughs, nipping Leonora’s earlobe as the door swings open.

“But you love it.”

“I do,” He says, before grasping Leonora’s waist as he pulls her into the room, “My wedding gift to you, lyovushka.” She’d been inside the play room before, but William had fully renovated it over the past month. The floors and walls were covered in tiles with a drain at the center of the room. Blue-ish, white light illuminated the room from the fluorescent lights in the ceiling. And on the other side of the room, chained to the wall are two girls. Both have a metal chain stretched over their necks, pinning them to the walls, their wrists cuffed to the wall and ankles to the floor. They’re gagged and blindfolded, helpless to listen to the sound of the happy couples voices.

“I had the guys test the drainage last week,” William murmurs, wrapping his arms around Leonora from behind as the presses against her, “works perfectly. There’s a walk-in closet with toys for you to use behind that black door. Do whatever you want, baby, I want you to have fun.”

“You did all this…for me?” Leonora asks and William blushes and shrugs.

“I wanted to make you happy.” He explains as he takes a seat perfectly set up to view both victims.

“Oh you did,” Leonora purrs, pressing her hand against her throbbing cunt as William unzips his pants, “clothes on or off?”

“On, please,” William moans, shoving his pants down to the ground as he rips his shirt open, buttons scattering across the room, “Please keep it on my love.” One of the girl’s screams behind her gag as the other sobs, and Leonora bends down to rub her cunt against William’s outstretched hand.

“As you wish,” She says, licking her lips at the sight of William lifting his hand to his face to breathe in the scent of her slick, his other hand thumbing at the head of his hard cock. Leonora moves past him and the girls to enter the closet. When she flicks on the light it reveals rows and rows of shelves, each holding a different instrument.

There were drills and hand saws, coils of wire and stun guns, alongside a massive collection of knives.

Leonora picks up a stun gun, a small handheld blow torch, and a box of medical grade scalpels. When she re-enters the playroom, William has filed a large basin with water and ice as he fiddles with a panel of buttons on the walls.

“A personal request?” Leonora teases, gesturing towards the basin as William blushes.

“After that Arctic Exhibit we saw last week, I can’t get the idea out of my head.”

“Might not be enough ice to really freeze them,” Leonora muses, examining the chunks of ice floating in the water. She looks back up at William, batting her eyelashes as she smirks, “Hopefully you didn’t get me any swimmers.” He laughs, gesturing for her to step forward to examine the panel.

“You can control the chain length and strength with these, but I’ll hold on to a remote in case your hands are full,” He says as Leonora places the blowtorch and box on a table across from the girls, “Otherwise I’ll just watch, it’s your gift after all.”

“Thank you,” Leonora says, leaning forward to press a kiss against William’s lip as one of the girls writhes and wails in her bindings. With that, William returns to his chair and Leonora turns to admire her new toys.

The girl on the left continues to scream, her sweaty, brunette hair sticking to her face as she continues to struggle. To her right is a sobbing girl with pale skin and large breasts sagging over her pudgy stomach.

“FUCK YOU YOU CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER I’LL KILL YOU - NGAHH—!”  She convulses as Leonora presses the stun gun against her stomach. Her eyes roll back as Leonora holds the gun against her flesh, body twitching as the current flows through her.

“Enough of that, you’ll speak when spoken to.” Leonora snaps, pressing the gun to the girl’s chest again before stepping back. The girl gasps for breath, red faced as she pants. A bit of urine runs down her legs and onto the floor below and Leonora sneers at it, turning towards William to ask, “Do they have names?”

“Probably,” He responds, cock grasped loosely in his fist, “Salesman didn’t offer them though. Call them whatever you want, not that it matters.” He laughs as Leonora turns back to survey the girls.

“Hmmmm what to call you,” She starts, examining the screaming girl before saying, “You’ll be Slut. And you –“ she points at the other one, “You’ll be Pig.”

“Let’s start with you,” Leonora says, trading her stun gun for the blowtorch as she stalks towards Pig, the girl’s flesh jiggling with each sob she let’s out.

“P-please I have a good rating my family can pay you please let me go—” Leonora cuts her off as she backhands the girl across the face, moving forward to kneel besides her as Pig continues to whimper.

Gripping her face, Leonora squishes Pig’s cheeks as she says, “You have such pretty eyes, I’ve always wanted mine to be amber.” Pig falters, confused on the sudden change in pace, and she gives Leonora a watery smile as a sense of hope starts to fill her. “Too bad I’m a jealous person,” Leonora says, as she hoists the blowtorch up towards the girl’s face. “William, tighten her neck,” Pig squeals in fear as Leonora ignites the blowtorch, the flames close enough for the heat to singe her skin.

“No n-no no – NOOO AHHHHH!” Pig flails against the chain as Leonora lowers the torch closer towards her face, scorching Pig’s skin as the flames lap at one of her wide eyes. She squeals, choking herself against the chain as she writhes, but Leonora hardly notices. Leonora is entranced at the sight of the eye bubbling as the flames reduce it to liquid, blood and white gel oozing down her face as the flesh turns red then black. Slut must’ve regained her senses, because she too begins to scream as the room fills with the rich scent of roasted meat.

Leonora presses the flames against Pig’s other eye, leaving her blinded with nothing but two bloody holes where her eyes once were. She flinches, moaning uselessly as Leonora drags the torch down over her breasts, pressing the burning metal against her nipples until Pig vomits up a mouthful of bile.

“You smell delicious,” Leonora says as she runs the flames over Pig’s stomach, bits of fat dripping out from the burns as she continues to cook. Once her flesh is seared, Leonora reaches over to dig her fingers into Pig’s flesh, yanking out a thin strip of cooked skin and flesh. At the sight of her popping it into her mouth, Slut vomits as well and begins bashing her head against the wall until William tightens the chain.

“Want to try?” Leonora asks, laughing at the look of pure terror on Slut’s face, “suit yourself.” Ripping off another strip of meat, Leonora presses it into Pig’s mouth and pins her hand over her mouth until Pig starts to chew. By now her entire face, chest, and stomach are burned, and Pig’s body begins to tremble as shock sets in. She slumps back against the wall; breath so shallow Leonora can hardly hear it.

Well, seems that toy had served it’s purpose.

Moving on to Slut, Leonora glances over to see William panting, face flushed as he madly strokes his cock.

“Give me a hand?” She asks, and he launches up from his seat to hurry over to her.

“I wanna test out your freezing idea,” She explains, “I still think there isn’t enough ice to freeze the whole body, but if you dump a bit of water out I can soak her limbs individually. Do you have a muscle relaxant?”

“Yes,” William replies, dashing over to the closet as Slut whimpers on the ground. He returns with a small vial and a syringe, injecting Slut with a large does of relaxant to keep her aware but immobile.  

“I love you,” William murmurs as he stands, stepping forward to wipe a bead of Pig’s blood from Leonora’s shoulder. As he dumps out some of the water, Leonora reaches down to rub herself, tapping her fingers against her clit as she moans. William grunts as he hoists Slut onto a small, square table, leaving her head and limbs to hang loosely over the sides.

He pushes the water basin, now mostly ice, over to rest under where Slut’s arm will fall. Leonora grabs Slut’s wrist to hold her arm up as William positions the basin so it will submerge the limb.

Slut tries to say something but all that comes out is a slur of nonsense as drool drips down her face. She groans as Leonora drops her arm into the frigid water.

“’How long do you think it’ll take?” William asks, gripping Leonora’s waist gently as he stands behind her. She moans as his hot cock throbs against her ass, threatening to dip in between her legs each time she moves. William’s hands drag up the front of her bodice as he cups her breasts, massaging them as Leonora arches back into his touch. Slick drips down Leonora’s legs as William caresses her, and at that moment she wants nothing more than to bend over the table as he fucks her.

“I have a better idea,” She says, gasping when William rolls a nipple in between her fingers, “wrap your belt around her neck, and you can fuck me while I waterboard her.” William shudders behind her, precum leaking against her skin as he pulls himself away from her.

“Why the belt?” His voice is almost raw as he fumbles with his belt, looping it around Slut’s neck as she grunts.

“So I can dunk her.” Leonora pushes the basin underneath Slut’s head and laughs at the dazed expression on Slut's face, her face flushed a bright red from being upside for so long. Leonora grips the edge of the belt to pull Slut’s head up, as the couple make their way back to the other side of the table in between Slut’s legs. “Now fuck me,” Leonora demands, forcing Slut’s legs open as she bends over. The moment William’s cock breaches her cunt; she loosens her hold on the belt sending Slut’s head into the water. With the relaxant still coursing through her body, she’s forced to lay there, head submerged in the freezing water as William begins to fuck his wife.

Leonora moans in pleasure as William starts to truly pound her, the table shakes as he fucks into her tight snatch and Slut's head remains submerged in the water. Yanking on the belt, Leonora presses back against him as Slut’s head is pulled back up. The water must’ve shocked her system enough to lessen the effect of the relaxant as she gasps for air and twitches uselessly under Leonora.

She makes eye contact with Leonora and opens her mouth to say something before Leonora lets her head fall back into the water. This time, her body surges forcing Slut’s cunt to rub against Leonora’s clit. She gasps in pleasure, rutting against Slut’s pussy as her body flails. The mixed sensations of William’s thick cock fucking into her and Slut’s slick pussy kissing her own makes her moan loudly, gripping Slut’s waist so she can angle herself better.

“Yes, fuck me harder,” Leonora whines as William thrusts against her, Slut’s movements becoming even more frantic as Leonora humps her, “fucking cum inside of me, William, give me your baby.”

“Leonora,” He moans, forcing her down further until she’s pressed flush against Slut’s chest as William embraces her from behind. He’s chanting her name like a prayer, and Leonora shrieks in pleasure as he cums inside of her. The feeling of his semen coating her insides and Slut’s pussy rubbing against her own sends Leonora over the edge, and she mewls and moans as her body trembles through her orgasm.

Her cheek presses against Slut’s skin as she catches her breath, William babbling a stream of praise as he embraces her. Though Slut’s flesh is still warm, Leonora notices the lack of a heartbeat.

What a wonderful wedding present her toys had been.

As Leonora rests on the chest of the cooling corpse she smiles to herself, feeling William’s dick softly twitching against her. Closing her eyes, she imagines a new life stirring inside her womb as she rests in the afterglow.

(COMMING SOON: Part 3: A Day at the Office).

 

Part 1

Being Dr. Sardonikworth’s son came with perks. Every town the exhibit was another chance to pick a final girl, a candidate for the Death Loop exhibit. By invitation only, patrons can visit the living sculpture – a snuff slut trapped in a death loop until her RAD runs out. And Sasha found his perfect candidate.

When Max opens her eyes, she feels like she’s floating. Surrounding by some soft, cooling material, she sighs before slowly opening her eyes.

“Welcome back,” Sasha is standing next to her, and Max quickly realizes two things: first, that’s she’s not floating but instead resting on a velvety soft divan, and second, that Sasha has brought her to a new tent.

“Where’m I?” Max asks, her tongue sticking to the roof of her dry mouth.

“The finale.” He says, petting her hair for a moment, before slowly dragging his hand down from her face to her chest. His fingers are cold and Max shivers under this touch, moaning as one of his hands pinches her nipples.

For a moment Max is distracted as his hands continue their descent, slipping in between her thighs, still tacky with her last release, to thumb her clit. But as she tries to arch her back to push back against his palm, Max realizes she can’t move. Her body twitches as she tries to force her limbs into motion, but all Max can move is her face and she turns to look at Sasha’s smug expression.

“Good stuff, huh?” He asks and Max groans as he takes his hand away from her cunt.

“What’re you doing,” She asks, heart racing as her mind flips back and forth from arousal to terror.

“I told you, you’re the finale,” He explains, reaching up grab the blue pendant of Max’s RAD with two slick fingers, “You get to enjoy the true ReGen.” Before she can question him, Sasha grips the pendant and yanks the RAD out of her chest in one smooth motion. Max squeaks in surprise, starring wide eyed as Sasha tosses the RAD to the floor.

“W-wait,” She stutters as Sasha turns away from her to grab something from a table outside her view, “I need that, I have to get to work tomorrow.”

“Hm.” Sasha hums, and he steps back into Max’s view with a sleek metal device in his hands. Even though this one was far nicer than any Max had seen before, she knew what it was: a cauterization cuff.

“No no no,” Max whines, chest heaving in panic as Sasha goes to wrap the cuff around her left thigh, just a few inches below her dripping cunt, “it won’t grow back, I need the RAD back I need it back-“

Sasha ignores her and turns the cuff on with a simple push of a button. The pain is immediate as her limb is severed, followed by a sharp burning sensation as it cauterizes the wound. The leg falls to the ground, and Max sobs in pain and horror as Sasha calmly undoes the cuff, only to move to latch it onto her other leg. She can only wail as her remaining leg is cut, the thick smell of her flesh cooking filling the tent as she sobs.

“Are you gonna kill me?” Max cries, snot dripping down her face as Sasha moves to latch the cuff onto her bicep. Part of her had always dreamed about being snuffed, though her fantasies had been contained to the intoxicating idea of being locked in to a FuckStop and fucked into a final death orgasm. Unlike her friends, she’d never been interested in the idea of being tortured and the only way she could describe what was happening to her was just that: torture.

“Don’t be silly,” Sasha says, humming a happy tune as he moves to cuff Max’s only remaining limb, “I’m not going to do anything.” As her arm is cut, the pain turns to a dull throbbing as the realization of her situation sets it. Without the RAD, she was stuck this way forever, even if Sasha did let her go.

She couldn’t work like this, couldn’t continue to live a normal life. The only option she’d have would be to volunteer to be LifeVac-ed and let someone enjoy her corpse for a few weeks – what other use was there for a slut like her.

Sasha must see the Max’s epiphany hit, as he crouches over to her to slip his fingers back into her pussy which is still hot and pulsing around him.

“Don’t you see,” He says, cupping Max’s face with his free hand while he fingers her, “I’ve given you a gift here. You don’t have anything to worry about anymore. You get to be nothing but a prized toy for the collection.” The feeling of Sasha’s fingers mixed with the residual pain from the cuff makes Max clench down, moaning as she tries to bounce in time with his thrusts.

Just as she’s on the edge of climaxing, Sasha pulls away and Max lets out a howl of frustration.

“You’ll get there, don’t worry.” Sasha says, picking up a fresh RAD from the table. Though, instead of a glowing blue pendant on the end, this one is red. “We’ve been testing this strain out for some time,” He explains, holding it up for Max to see, “The results have been promising, but obviously we can’t roll it out to the public until it’s perfected.”

“That’s where you come in!” Sasha rolls Max onto her front and takes a handful of her hair to force her face into the cushions. She can feel the sharp tip of the needle pressed against the base of her skull, and Max whines as Sasha forces it through her skull.

“Pretty cool, huh?” He asks, Max twitching and shaking underneath him as he slowly feeds the wire into her brain, “Sharp enough to go right through the bone.” The moment the wire enters her brain, a sense of pure euphoria washes over Max. Her eyes unfocus as flashes of light and color swirl together in her mind. The hot zaps of pleasure are unlike anything she’s ever experienced and her pussy pulses as she drips over the divan.

“See!” Sasha exclaims, though his voice sounds so far away, “I knew you’d love it.” Hands grasp her waist and hoist her up, only to drop her down a moment later. She’s lowered onto a large flexible dildo attached to a stand on the floor. Max moans, gushing as she the dildo sinks impossibly deep into her, the tip rubbing against her cervix.

Sasha kneels down in front of Max and she blinks, trying to focus on his face as the sound of voices begins to fill the tent.

“Don’t worry,” He explains, pressing a soft kiss to Max’s lips, “you’re gonna love this.”

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*perspective switch*

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“Thanks again for getting me in here,” David says as he and Jason shuffle forward as the line slowly moves, “I’d never be able to get an invite otherwise.”

“Don’t sweat it!” Jason says, clapping David on the back, “If anything you’re doing me a favor, I’ve been dying to come back here especially since corporate auctioned off the VIP invites.”

“How did you even manage to pay for that?” David asks, as they move closer and closer towards the entrance, “Last I saw the bidding was at two thousand bucks, I mean I know you’re on salary but still.”

“Oh, it was easy,” They finally entered the entrance to the exhibit, and David followed Jason over to the reception desk as the other continued, “I bought my bid with Veronica’s meat.”

“You snuffed her?” David asks, “Did you finally get a house girl or something?”

“My complex hired a cleaning service,” He shrugs, handing the receptionist his ticket, “and her meat was high quality, I got five bands for the whole body.” The receptionist hands them two badges, and gestures towards a guarded door labelled “VIPS ONLY” in thick black font.

“Damn. Well I owe you one anyways,” A guard opens the door once they flash their badges, leading to an elegantly decorated large room, equipped with a bar and various seating areas. The far wall was covered in a red curtain, keeping the main attraction hidden from view.

“You were a great help on the Harper Project last year,” Jason flags down an attendant and orders two beers as he and David find a seat amidst the other patrons, “you deserve it.”

“So what’s the deal with the VIP shit?” David asks once their drinks are delivered, leaning back on the couch as he loosens his tie, “General admission tickets are twenty bucks a piece, two thousand is a pretty steep upcharge.”

Jason smirks, explain, “That’s just for the normie shit. We’re getting admission to a product still in development, one they haven’t released yet.”

“And what is it?”

“Hell if I know,” Jason laughs, “But Connor, the bald guy in finance, raved about it for weeks after his admission last year. So it must be good.”  

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we humbly thank you for your patronage here this evening,” A tall woman stands flanked by two men, all of them sporting the same white blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, “I am Katarina Sardonikworth, and these are my brothers, Alexander and Ivan. It is out pleasure tonight to introduce you to a new variant of my father’s famous ReGen technology.” She walks along the curtain, showing off the high slit in her floor length red dress as she continues, “This variant is one hundred times stronger than the original, able to regenerate from any condition in only ten seconds.”

Murmurs break out amidst the audience and David glances over at Jason, only for the other man to wink at him knowingly.

“Our new variant brings new levels of pleasure and ecstasy, bringing back your toy over and over again faster than you can imagine.” Katarina makes her way to the other side of the room, catching David’s gaze for a moment.

“What about if we behead them?” Someone asks, and Katarina’s smile turns even darker as she smirks.

“That’s the best part,” She says, making her way back over to her brothers, “This variant is inserted into the base of the spinal column, meaning even if your toy looses her head.” She pauses for a moment as laughter rings around the room. “The body will remain fully functional and reactive for twelve hours, more than enough time to insert a LifeVac, if you so wish.”

Each of the men grab an edge of the curtain, gently pulling it open to reveal the prize hidden inside, as Katarina exclaims, “Introducing Test Subject #23!”

David jumps to his feet, rushing forward with a handful of other overly eager men as the rest of the crowd slowly makes their way forward.

“#23 is a twenty-five year old Caucasian female with a chest measuring 32B and a former body mass index of nineteen. Her RAD was inserted two hours ago and so far she has cum six times.” Katarina continues listing statistics about the subject, but David just stands wide eyed starring at what was one his coworker.

The small girl that had teased him that same morning, reduced to a mewling, limbless mess for his pleasure. Her body was bouncing as the dildo inside of her slowly thrust up and down.

“For medical safety reasons, we cannot facilitate penetration of the subject at this time,” Katarina says, moving in front of what was once Max to gesture to a strange looking tube extending from a metal box. “But we have a solution,” She slips her hand inside the tube and begins rapidly thrusting her arm in and out as the dildo speeds up, “This flesh light is connected to the cock inside our subject, feel free to insert whatever you’d like.” With that, she gives a slight bow as an applause breaks out, but all David can focus on is the sight of that empty tube.

He shoves through the crowd, almost tripping over his pants as he shoves them to his knees. Once he’s in front of it, David pushes his cock into the slick, warm channel and groans as it squeezes his dick. He starts thrusting madly, watching as the metal cock moves in time with his thrusts, fucking into #23 as she writhes and moans. He can almost feel the hot clench of her cunt as he fucks the tube, jackhammering into it until he cums with a shout.

Someone takes his shoulder, pulling him to the side as another patron steps up to insert his own cock into the tube.

David looks up to see the hand holding his is attached to one of Katarina’s brothers, the leaner one with wide, plush lips.

“Steady on your feet?” He asks as David yanks his pants and boxers back up. “No need to be embarrassed.” The man says, adjusting himself as #23’s moans grow louder and louder, “That’s a grade-A toy up there.”

“Yeah,” David agrees, hissing as the fabric of his boxers rubs against his sensitive dick, “yeah it really is.” The man laughs before stepping into the line himself.

David grabs a drink from one of the passing trays and settles in to watch as Jason steps up to fuck the toy through the tube. The symphony of moaning makes his cock stir in his pants, and David can only hope he gets a chance for a second round before the event ends.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“You know it’s fucking weird when you say that.”

“You’re the one with the crucifix” Laura mutters, ignoring the glare Ellie shoots her as she takes another long hit on the bong.

“You know that’s from my mom.” Ellie snaps, sitting across from Laura as she chugs the last of her beer, “Besides, I’m hardly devoted if I’m gonna let you slit your wrists in my living room.”

“It’s a team effort,” Laura giggles, winking at Ellie as she blushes. Once she’s cleared the bong, Laura reaches over for the small pencil case on the table, opening it to reveal a few single edged razor blades and a large roll of gauze.

“You’re sure this is enough towels?” Ellie asks, scooching closer to Laura, who rolls her eyes. That was the fourth time the other girl had asked that.

Laura pulls out a blade, handing it to Ellie who stares at it with wide eyes as Laura huffs.

“Are we doing this or not?” She asks, and Ellie nods as she takes the blade with a shaky hand.

“What if I really hurt you?” Ellie whispers as she stares at the smooth skin of Laura’s arm. There are already a handful of scars – thick and thin – scattered across her arm, and Ellie knows firsthand there're more hidden under Laura’s clothing.

“You won’t,” Laura laughs, taking the beer can from Ellie’s hands to down the last chug, “now fuckin’ cut me or I won’t eat you out later.” Pursuing her lips, Ellie takes Laura’s hand in her her own and pulls her arm towards her, admiring the other girls tanned skin.

“Any day now- EEK!” Laura’s pupils dilate at the sight of the Ellie swiping the blade against her arm. The skin splits instantly, opening to expose the glistening fat below. A bit of blood starts to gather in the crevice and Laura moans loudly as Ellie fumbles for the gauze. “Relax spaz,” Laura says, slurring her words like she’s drunk, “you didn’t hit anything that bad.” She grabs Ellie’s hoodie and yanks her forward, crashing their mouths together as blood leaks down Laura’s arm. It drips past her hand to fall in large, heavy droplets onto Ellie’s sweatshirt.

“Hold our your arm,” Laura hisses once she pulls back from the kiss, nipping Ellie’s lip as the other girl pulls up her sleeve, “Good girl.” Unlike Laura, Ellies arm is completely bare of scars or burns and Laura feels her mouth water at the wide expanse of virgin skin. With her free hand, Laura slaps Ellie across the face before dragging the blade across her arm thrice in quick succession. The cuts aren’t deep, barely reaching past the top few layers of flesh, but Ellie wails and bucks as the sensation. Laura surges forward and pins her to the bed, attacking the other girls’ mouth while they rut against each other.

“Do it again,” Ellie cries, shaking under Laura’s hold, “please – oh my god – I can take it I can I swear—”

Laura sits up and forces Ellie’s hoodie up to expose her soft stomach. Days spent focusing on fanfiction and bullshit fandom nonsense had left her girlfriend deliciously soft around the middle. Sometimes Laura thought she could cozzy up to suckle on Ellie’s tummy the same way a babe would on it’s mother’s breast.

Though to be fair, she loved sucking on Ellie’s tits.

“Say please,” Laura says as Ellie writhes underneath her.

“Fuckkk – slice me up please Lala … I n-need it, I need you!”

How could she resist such a pretty plea.

Slapping Ellie’s face one again, Laura’s cunt pulses as the groan her girlfriend lets out but she manages to stay focused. In one quick movement she yanks the blade down on Ellie’s stomach. Over and over again. She splits the pale flesh open to expose a thick layer of shimmering, golden fat. Three cuts in, Laura tosses the blade onto the table and leans forward to bury her face into Ellie’s bloody stomach. Her tongue finds the groves of the bleeding wounds and she lavishes each cut like she’s sucking on Ellie’s cunt.

The sound Ellie lets out is borderline inhuman and she humps against Laura’s hip as that demonic tongue dips back into another cut, slurping up with blood that slowly pumps out.

“Lala…la-…I can’t feel my face,” Ellie’s eyes are unfocused, staring up at nothing even as Laura’s fingers dip down to tease her throbbing cunt.

“What if I let you bleed out?” Laura hisses, punching three fingers into Ellie’s tight cunt as the other girl squeals beneath her, “Make you my stupid fuck toy until you die.”

“LALA!” Ellie wails, humping against Laura’s thrusts as she moans, “Use me use me use me—”

Squeezing a hand around Ellie’s neck, Laura rubs her thumb against the other girls clit as she screams.

“I will bitch,” She hisses, thrusting her tongue into Ellie’s mouth as the two grind and hump each other, “my dumb little snuff slut.” Ellie comes with a screech, body twitching and writhing against Laura even after she lets go of her pale neck. Slumping down onto the couch, Ellie’s features go slack as blood continues to drip down her body. Though her chest continues to rise and fall in time with each breath.

They’d been planning this for weeks, and even fuck drunk she knew Ellie would be able to keep to the script. Standing, Laura takes a hit off her vape before pulling out her cellphone to dial 911.

“911. What’s your emergency?”

“HELP ME!” Laura wails, bawling into the phone as she cries, “M-MY FRIEND! SHE DID SOMETHING! HELP ME PLEASE WE NEED HELP!”

“Ma’am, where are you located? What happened?”

“PLEASE!!” Laura screams, as she dips a hand down her panties, watching her girlfriend grow pale on the couch, “SHE CUT HERSELF!” With direction from the 911 agent, Laura continues to play the part of the hysterical friend even as she gives Ellie’s address.

By the time EMS arrived, Laura was curled into a bawl wailing about her best friend. One of the medics took her aside, wrapping her in a blanket and reassuring her she’d done the right thing, and that her friend would recover. Laura smiled through her tears, thanking the medic as she explained how “off” her friend had been acting over the past few days.

“Don’t worry,” The medic said, as another two loaded Ellie into the back of the ambulance, “we’ll get her the help she needs.”

Laura watched them leave, before going back into Ellie’s apartment to curl up in her bed, surrounded by the sweet scent of her girlfriend. She’d be in the hospital for a few days, maybe a week, but Laura had coached her on what to say.

They still had so much fun ahead of them.

“Come on, come all to Dr. Sardonikworth’s brand new attraction – The ReGeneration Station! Come have the chance to try out any snuff method you’d like, over and over again! Our patented Regen™ technology allows full physical regeneration as many times as you’d please (so long as the head stays on)!”

The ads had only been running in town for a day before they got brought up in the office break room. Maxine had seen one of her commute to work, a large flashing billboard promising fun beyond measure. Every time one of Dr. Sardonikworth’s attractions rolled through town, it took precedent over any other conversation topic. So she wasn’t surprised to walk into a heated discussion between some of her coworkers when she’d gone looking for coffee.  

“Regeneration? Seriously?” David was one of the new interns, fresh out of undergrad and permanently flushed from the amount of time he spent in the company’s FuckStop, “That’s just made up bullshit, once a slut’s snuffed she’s snuffed.”

“Nobody asked you,” Penny replies, dodging the plastic spoon David tosses at her with ease, “Besides this is a Sardonikworth attraction! There’s no way they’d run an event like this if it weren’t legit.” She was a junior design analyst, with long curly brown hair, and a chest that threatened to burst out from under her skin tight work shirt.

“She’s right,” Inés offers, popping a piece of clementine in her mouth. Inés worked in the same department as Max though they couldn’t look more different. Max stood at an impressive five foot ten, with dirty blonde hair she always kept tied back. Both of them wore a similar pantsuit set, though while Max wore black Inés wore white, contrasting nicely against her tan skin. She was shorter, with wide lips and hips, and long, silky black hair that fell to her waist.

“Oh really?” David asks, rolling his eyes and adding, “Well if you’re so sure, let’s make a bet for it.” Both Inés and Max sigh at David’s words, groaning as Penny jumps forward excitedly.

“You’re on!” She yells before realizing he’s yet to explain the bet.

“Eager slut,” David says, laughing at the blush covered Penny’s cheeks, “Here’s my offer: you three go on down to the exhibit and if any of you show up to work tomorrow, I’ll eat you out whenever you want for a week.”

“How is that a reward for us?” Max asks, “You’d be lucky to have a chance with me.” Turning towards her, David’s smile grows darker and Max shivers as he stares at her.

“And what do you have in mind Maxine?” Both Inés and Penny giggle at the glare Max gives David, always annoyed on everyone’s insistence in using her full name.

“If we come back tomorrow morning,” Max pauses, thinking for a moment before saying, “Then you’ll ask Mrs. Pierce for a spanking.”

“What?!” David splutters, as the girls giggling turns into full on laughter, “I’m not asking the head of fucking HR for … that.”

“Why not?” Inés asks, “She always ends up spanking some of the interns. I’m sure she’d be happy to spank you!” David’s face is bright red, and he glares at the girls as he sinks down in his seat, humiliated to be the butt of the joke. He was a man for god’s sake, even if he was younger then them, they should be worshipping at his feet!

Taking a breath, David considers the proposal as Penny and Inés brainstorm about a way to get Mrs. Pierce to let them watch what they’re convinced is an inevitable result. As much as he’d been shitting on the exhibit earlier, Jason had called him last night to rave about the ReGen tech and how he’d finally been able to snuff his sister and still have her home the next day to clean the house. There was a good chance, a very good chance, that all three sluts would show up bright and early tomorrow.

But at this point denying the bet would be defeat itself.

Though, Max had said if all of them show up.

“Alright,” He says, after a moment of deliberation, “If you all come back tomorrow, then I’ll ask Mrs. Pierce to spank me in front of the whole department.” The girls smiles grow at his words, but he continues, “But, if not, then I get to pick one of you to snuff myself.”

At that the breakroom goes quiet as the girls consider his offer.

“It’s a deal!” Penny says, sticking her hand out to shake David’s. He smiles and shakes her hand, his eye only twitching slightly as Inés raves about how cute he’d look with a red ass.

He stands, excusing himself from the room, and calls out, ““See you girls tomorrow” before leaving.

“Is it bad that I’m wet thinking about him going over Pierce’s knee?” Inés says, rubbing her thighs together as she smiles dreamily.

“No, I’m right with you,” Penny says, “there’s never enough discipline to the guys.”

“So are we going to the exhibit now?” Max blurts out and the other girls turn to look at her.

“Hm, I don’t have any meetings for the rest of the day,” Inés says.

“Me neither.” Penny adds, “Plus with the commotion tomorrow, I doubt anyone will remember we left early.”

“Then it’s settled,” Max says, “Let’s meet in the lobby in ten.”

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After a twenty minute ride on the subway, the trio arrives at a large white building decorated with ballons, streamers, and a large glowing sign that read:

A brand new attraction brought to you by the genius mind of Dr. Sardonikworth: The ReGeneration Station!!

“This is so exciting,” Penny exclaims as they take there place in the short line stretching out from the front door, “I’ve literally been keeping a list of snuff ideas for so long. And now I’m finally gonna be able to try then all out!”

“Just don’t go crazy,” Inés says, as the line moves forward the they step into the waiting room.

“Oh please,” Penny says, “You’ve been talking about amputation since the Christmas party last year.”

“Rude!” Inés says, but she’s laughing at Penny’s teasing as she turns to Max to ask, “What about you Maxi? I know you loved that SnuffCore production with the girl slitting her wrists.”

“Yeah, I did like that,” Max says weakly, suddenly realizing how close she was to harm. For all Penny’s talk, there was no guarantee they would walk out of here alive.

And somehow, that just made her wetter.

“Next please!” The trio steps forward to the reception desk, where a busty, chubby girl with glasses sat, “First time?”

“Yep!” Penny says, stepping forward to speak for the group.

“Perfect,” The receptionist says, handing her a clipboard as she explains, “Go ahead and sign a waiver, there’s plenty on the board, and you’ll be all set to head in! The exhibit is made up of various tents each with a specialized death method. We have everything from disintegration to disemboweling.”

“How does it work,” Inés asks, rocking back and forth on her ankles as her excitement continues to grow, “the Regen.”

“It’s pretty simple,” The receptionist explains, “So long as you have the ReGen Administration Device, or the RAD, inserted your body will be able to stabilize itself after brain death and will come back to full health within ten minutes.”

“So wait,” Max says, a frowning forming on her face, “What if we loose a limb.”

The receptionist smiles, chuckling to herself before adding, “The exact science behind the ReGen is confidential, but I can assure you: no matter what happens to your body, the ReGen will bring you back to this exact physical and mental status.” Inés and Penny both nod, already bending down to sign the waiver form.

“Even our heads?” Max asks when Penny hands her the clipboard.

“Oh no, of course not!” The receptionist exclaims, collecting the other two girls forms, “There’s no coming back from that. So be careful! If you decide to enter the Beheading tent, you won’t be coming back out.”

“Max come on,” Penny whines, “we won’t go to that tent I promise!”

“Yeah,” Inés adds, “don’t wuss out now.”

“I’m not a wuss,” Max replies, taking a deep breath before signing her waiver and passing it back over to the receptionist while the other girls cheered.

“Perfect, you’re all set,” The receptionist puts their forms on the desk and gestures towards the exhibit entrance, “Just make sure to grab your ReGen from one of the attendants in the main hall. Have fun girls!” The trio thanks her, and Penny links her arms through the other two to lead the group past the curtains and into the exhibit floor.

“This is so so exciting,” She exclaims, undoing the buttons on her shirt as she tries to wiggle out of her jeans at the same time, “I swear I’ve been soaked since we got off the bus.”

The exhibit floor was a large dim room, with various colorful tents illuminated from within scattered around.

A woman dressed in a long black robe steps forward, holding out a tray covered with small silver circles as she asks, “Would you like a RAD?” All of the girls reached forward to grab a circle, and they gasped as the circles unraveled themselves to reveal a long, metal needle and a small, pulsing blue pendant.

“Wh-…what do we do with them?” Max asked, and the woman moved the tray to the side, pulling down her robe to expose her bare chest. In between her perky breasts, lay the stone, blinking against her tan skin.

“Push it in,” The woman says, before she turns to walk away, leaving the three girls alone.

“I think it’s like a LifeVac device,” Penny says, “like the ones to keep a sex doll alive for a few months.”

“Ohhh,” Inés says, taking the sharp end of the flexible metal needle to place it right below her ribcage. The tip rests on her tan skin for a moment, as her flesh quivers in anticipation, before Inés plunges it into herself. She squeaks as the needle pierces her flesh, but once it breaks the skin she’s able to push it in further and further, until the blue pendant rests flush against her skin.

“Here Maxi, I’ll do yours,” When she turns, Max watches as Penny thrust the needle in the soft sport right in between her breasts, Penny’s own pendant glowing where it sits perched beneath her throat. Max yelps as Penny forces the needle in deeper, but as soon as the pain comes it’s washed away with a cooling sense of euphoria, as the ReGen begins to pump through her veins.

“Wow,” Max says, feeling her body sway as she settles in to the sensation of the drugs. The other two nod in agreement, and Penny surges forward to catch Inés in a kiss, sucking loudly on her tongue as they rut against each other. After a moment, Inés breaks away from the embrace to wrap herself around Max. She’s short enough that her head only reaches Max’s chin, so she lavishes the other girl’s small breasts, sucking on her nipples as Penny watches.

“I wanna cut myself,” Max says, moaning as Inés pinches one of her nipples in between her teeth, “I really want to.”

“I want to see it,” Penny pushes Inés off of Max and begins to lead her towards one of the nearby tents, “Let’s go to the blood letting station.”

Inside the tent is a wide expanse of different stations. There’re medical beds lined up against one wall, a tarp covered corner, and a lounging area filled with pillows and plush seating.

A feminine man steps up to greet them as the girls entire. By now Penny is nude, and Max has lost her top. She can feel Inés’ blouse rubbing against her back as the other girl humps against her ass.

“Looking for a partner or are you here for self mutilation?” There’s sparkly white powder pressed on the mans face, and his cock is pushing against the confines of his leather jockstrap.

“She wants to slice herself,” Penny says, “but you can find me a partner.” He snaps his fingers and a large, muscular man steps forward to hoist Penny over his shoulder. “I’ll meet you guys in a bit!” She calls, blowing each of the girls a kiss as the goliath carrying her smacks her ass.

“Come on,” The greeter says, gesturing for Max to follow him, “I’ll get you set up.” Inés follows behind them, sneaking gropes of Max’s body as the man leads them deeper into the tent. He almost has a better ass than Penny, bouncing with each step as his jockstrap flashes his little pink hole.

“Here we are,” He says, stopping suddenly near a collection of sofas and loveseats, a thin, plastic tarp spread out below them. Max takes a seat as Inés ventures over to straddle another man currently cutting his dick.

“I’m Sasha,” Her guide offers, taking a seat next to her as he opens up a small metal box, “These are the starter scalpels, the one on the left is cauterizing if you want to prolong the session.” He lays the box on the table in front of them, Inés moan’s growing louder as the dick in her cunt starts to bleed and twitch. “There’s no rush,” Sasha says, leaning back on the couch as he rubs his crotch, “no worries either. You’ll come back in the end.”

Max watches as Inés climbs off the corpse she’d been riding, the ReGen already pumping through it’s veins, only to grab Penny and stumble out of the tent, no doubt off to fulfill whatever fantasies they had of their own.

“Wanna cut with me?” Max says, head lolling to the side to see a genuine smile break out over Sasha’s face.

“I thought you’d never ask!”

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PENNY:

One moment she was getting the best fucking of her life, and the next Inés was dragging her out of the tent back into the dim room of the exhibit.

“What’re you doing,” She whines, reaching forward to pinch one of Inés’ nipples until the other girl release her arm, “That guy said he’d fuck my ass.”

“I’ll never get your obsession with anal,” Inés laughs, stripping off her pants and panties (her shirt had been lost somewhere alone the way), “but we can get that anytime, we’re here for a reason Penny!”

“Oh yeah.” Penny says, spinning around to look at the various other tents surrounding them, “Wanna hit the amputation spot?”

“Sure!” Inés takes Penny’s hand and the two girls hurry over to another attendant, holding a similar tray to the first, and Inés asks, “Where’s the amputation room?”

The woman points to a green stripped tent, the sounds of machines whirring and moaning echoing from within. A simple banner hangs above the entrance reading: [AMPUTATE].

“Thanks,” Inés chirps, and the girls make their way over to the tent.

Inside there are rows of black futons, each covered with a shiny plastic sheet. The walls are lined with rows and rows of metal shelves packed with an array of tools: saws, serrated blades, cauterizing cuffs, and more. Penny could feel her arousal dripping down in the inside of her thighs.

“Hello,” A tall, lean man steps towards them, “I’m Mathieu.” He is pale, with slicked back black hair, a thin mustache, and little round glasses perched on the bridge of his noise. Otherwise, like them, he was nude and despite his lanky form, his cock was thick and stiff where it hung between his legs. “Care you join me?” He asks, and Penny bites her lip at the sight of the vintage Gigli Saw hanging in his hand. The silver wires shone in the low light of the tent, and Penny followed him to one of the futons without question. As Penny climbs up to lay down on the futon, Inés finds herself lounging across from them, content to rub her pussy lazily as she watches the show.

“Would you like to be bound?” Mathieu asks, and Penny notices the slight accented tilt to his voice.

“No,” She replies, shifting on the futon until she finds a comfortable position, “I want you to chop my legs off.”

“So eager!” Mathieu says, bending down to lightly stroke two fingers across Penny’s cunt. “Do you know what kind of saw this is?” He asks, slipping two long fingers into her as she shakes her head. “It’s a Gigil Saw, famous during the second World War for it’s incredible ability to saw through bone rather easily.” Despite Penny’s claim she didn’t need to be restrained, Mathieu clicked a button on the futon and to reveal a nylon belt that strapped her feet down.

Stepping back, Mathieu slips his fingers out from Penny as she whines in protest.

“Want to be of help?” He asks Inés, who is still stroking her own cunt.

“Yes, yes I do.” She says, getting off the futon as Mathieu positions her the stand at the head of the bed.

“Hold her hands,” He explains, adjusting his glasses as he holds the razor sharp wire of the Gigil right above Penny’s quivering flesh, “she’ll flail once I start.”

“I won’t!” Penny argues, eyes hazy with lust and want as she stares at the wire. Mathieu just laughs, reaching up to pat her cheek softly, leaving some of her own slick on her face.

“Ready?” He asks, and Penny moans in anticipation as Inés hands grip her own to hold her arms down flat on the futon.

The moment the wire presses against her skin, it slices through her dermis and subcutaneous fat to expose the bright pink muscle underneath. Blood sprays out from the wound and Penny shrieks. Despite her earlier argument, she thrashes on the futon as Mathieu continues to cut deeper and deeper. He slides the wire under her leg to wrap it around her thigh, twisting it tightly as he continues to saw through her.

Some of Penny’s blood sprays up at Inés, who sticks out her tongue to try and catch some of the sweet nectar.

“Yessssss…” Penny moans, twitching as the Mathieu finishes cutting through the flesh. Her words slur together and her eyes roll back into her head as she cries, “fuckin’ cut it – cut it off pl’se cut it cut-“

“As you wish,” Mathieu says as beads of precum drip off his cock to mix with Penny’s blood. With one final twist, the bone shatters and Penny’s leg is fully detached. Her back arches as she lets out a silent scream, gushing over the futon as she orgasms.

Without pause, Mathieu immediately moves to begin sawing off her second leg as Penny drools happily into the futon. Her face is pale and blood continues to spurt out from her wound.

Inés lets go of her hands and crawls under the futon to kneel at Mathieu’s feet.

“Can I?” She asks, her hot breath hitting his cock as she leans in close.

“Be my guest,” Mathieu says, offering her a momentary glance before he turns his attention back to Penny. The sounds of the saw slicing through her wet flesh, blood dripping down onto the floor, and Mathieu’s grunts fill Inés’ mind as she takes his cock into her mouth. He thrusts against her, bullying his cock deeper and deeper until he pushes through the tight squeeze of her throat.

Inés moans, already feeling light headed from the lack of air, and she presses a hand in between her legs to finger herself to the symphony of moans and the thick, heady scent of blood that filled the air. As she lavishes her tongue up and down the sides of Mathieu’s cock, Penny’s other leg falls to the floor with a thump.

He grabs a handful of Inés’ dark hair and forces her to move back with him, his cock still plugged in her throat. Her face is red and teared stained from oxygen deprivation, and Mathieu strokes her jaw as she tries to take him deeper.

“You’re quite the snuff slut, aren’t you, chiquita?” She moans around his dick, doing her best to nod frantically with Mathieu’s tight grip on her hair. Her vision is blurring, but Inés can hear the sound of Mathieu picking up with Gigil once more.

Releasing her hair, Inés cranes her gaze up to watch as Mathieu grabs one of her wrists to force her arm up into the air.

“I trust you can hold it up?” He asks, patting her head as Inés moans and tries to nod again, “Good girl.” Her ears start to ring as the pressure builds up in her head, her tongue instinctively trying to push the thick dick out of her mouth. But Mathieu just fucks into her face harder before he wraps the wire of the Gigil around her elbow and yanks it.

The pleasure is like nothing else, pure ecstasy shooting through her body as she cums, jerking and shaking before the world goes dark, and she slips back into nothingness.

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*time skip*

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“…llo?? Inés? Nezzy come on already!”

Inés wakes to the sensation of someone shaking her shoulders and she winces as she opens her eyes to a blinding light.

“Wha?” She asks, her head spinning with vertigo as the hands help her to sit up.

“There you are!” Penny’s smiling face invades her vision, and Inés slowly starts to piece together what is happening. “Talk about a slow-poke,” Penny laughs, climbing up to join Inés on the futon she is sitting on, “I was up eleven minutes but you’ve been snoozing for almost forty-six minutes!”

“Snoozing?” Inés asks, cracking her neck as she looks over Penny’s body, all four limbs still attached.

“Regenning of whatever,” Penny says, “I got my eyes gouged out and even got split in half!” She sighs happily, nuzzling into Inés soft chest as she continues, “Seeing my guts spill out was sooooo amazing Nezzy, I feel like my clits about to fall off from how many times I’ve cum already.”

Before Inés can sulk about missing out on a full bisection, a female attendant steps forward to say, “Sorry ladies, but if you’re not going to have something removed I’ll have to ask you to leave this tent. We need to free up some beds.”

“Oh my gosh of course!” Penny exclaims, pulling Inés with her as she gets off the futon, “So sorry about that.”

“It’s no problem,” The attendant says as she waves another pair over, the girl holding an electric round saw with a wide grin on her face as a man follows.

They make their way outside of the tent, back into the relative peace of the exhibit hall.

“Where’s Max, by the way?” Inés asks, as the pair strolls along the hall looking for another exciting attraction.

Penny shrugs. “Probably still at the blood letting station.”

“Should we go find her?”

“Nah,” Penny says, “We have the meet-up spot planned already, let her have her fun.”

They passed various tents: [Poison Paradise: “OD on your first try!”]; [Dolcett Tasting]; and even one promoting Disintegration Rays, something Inés had never seen.

“Oh my gosh!” Penny exclaims, pulling Inés’ attention away from the tent advertising [BEASTS GALORE!] to turn to follow Penny’s gaze, “Impaling! I’ve always wanted to try that! Come with me, please please!!”

“Alright,” Inés says, letting Penny pull her towards the tent, “We already hit my spot anyways.” The room inside was mostly bare, decorated like a medieval dungeon with stone walls, chains, and a small fireplace burning on the far end. Various girls were scattered around the main floor, each impaled from a rod attached to the floor. All of them had been impaled through the groin leaving the rod to pierce out their chests. Though one girl closer to the fire had been speared through the groin and straight out her mouth. Her eyes flickered around the room widely, drool and blood dripping down her chest as she whimpered, each twitch forcing her to sink lower on the spear.

“You ladies looking for some fun?” A muscular man steps forward, bare except for the executioner style black hood he had pulled over his head, leaving only his eyes exposed. Glancing around the room, Inés notices that all the men are wearing the black hoods.

“Yes!” Penny exclaims, looking around the room in excitement, “Are all the poles the same?”

“Pretty much,” He says, “most chicks pick being impaled through the stomach, but we can have it come out of your mouth, chest, or head.”

“No her head.” Inés snaps, shocking both Penny and the anonymous man with the sharpness of her words, “We have a bet to win.” The man shrugs.

“So what’ll it be, princess,” He asks as Penny leads his hand in between her legs, “don’t even need lube for you, huh?”

“Can you impale me in my pussy and have the spear come out my mouth?” She asks, rubbing against the man’s rough fingers as they explore her cunt.

“Sure thing, slut,” He says, pulling his hand away to smack Penny’s pussy playfully, “Right this way.” Inés follows behind them, before another masked man steps forward to grope her plush ass.

“Holy shit,” He mutters as Inés pushes back to let him grind against her, “You got a fat fucking ass.”

“Thanks, papi,” She giggles, arching her back so the man’s thick cock can rub against her asshole, “wanna try me out?” The man groans and grips Inés’ waist, maneuvering her to bend at the waist with both hands stretched out against the cold wall. To her right, Penny is getting fingered by the first man with another removes a limp girl from one of the poles.

Without hesitation, the man behind Inés thrusts her slick cock into her ass, forcing it to the hilt as he reaches around to fondle and squeeze her bounding tits.

“OH FUCK!” She cries, reaching one hand to rub herself. Before she can reach her throbbing clit, the man smacks her hand away and grunts.

“Keep them on the wall, slut,” He growls, leaning back to watch her ass bounce with each of his thrusts. He spanks her once, then again on the same spot and Inés moans in please as she presses her face against the cool wall.

When she turns, Penny is standing over the pole as it slowly pushes it was into her pussy. The first man is holding her hair to keep her in place. And Inés moans again as she watches Penny rub herself as the pole inches deeper. Penny cries out as the pole penetrates past her womb, a bit of blood dripping from her mouth as Inés watches the pole continue to push up as Penny is held in place.

She’s moaning, babbling in ecstasy as the pole goes higher and higher, and Inés feels herself tighten in pleasure as the sight of the pole building underneath her skin.

Penny catches her gaze and smiles, before returning to her task as she mindlessly thumbs at her clit.

As Inés settles into the rough rhythm of the man pounding her, she suddenly gasps in pain as something pierces through her back and out her stomach. Looking down, she gapes in surprise as the sight of a metal pole sticking out of her.

She’s been skewered, pinned like a bug to the wall as she’s fucked.

It hurts, but the pain mixes with the pleasure until Inés’ pussy is fluttering helplessly as the cock continues to pound her ass. She wants to cum with Penny, her best friend after so many years, so right as she feels herself about to peak, Inés turns back to look at Penny.

Penny’s lifeless eyes stare back at her, blood trickling down her face from where the pole has stabbed through the top of her skull.

“PENNY!” She screams in horror, but she can’t stop her climax and cums helplessly as she wails and cries at the sight of Penny’s RAD going dark. There was no coming back from that, not with the way the pole had pierced through her brain. The man behind her mistakes her horror for pleasure and reaches around to press a knife against her throat.

She barely feels the sting of the knife cutting through her neck, and as Inés’ head tips back as her throat is slashed the last thing she see’s is Penny’s face, a happy smile still pasted on her features.

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MAXINE:

Max reaches for one of the scalpels, and Sasha takes the one next to it, leaving the cauterizing blade on the table.

“Wanna make this extra fun?” Sasha asks as Max presses the tip of the blade to her finger, testing the sharpness.

“How would we do that?” She asks as the blade easily punctures through her skin, drawing a large drop of blood from the wound.

“Whoever lasts longer gets to masturbate with the other’s body while they’re regenning.”

“Deal.” Max says, pink tongue poking out in concentration as she positions the scalpel above her arm. With one smooth swipe, she slices down her forearm. The flesh split instantly, pouring out gouts of blood. Muscle, fascia, whatever were visible deep in the cut. Max moaned as she stuck the scalpel into the wound, carving out a few chunks of glistening fat before moving on to make another cut.

She moans and slashes the scalpel down over her thighs, making deep crisscrossing cuts that oozed dark blood. The feeling of the hot, thick blood pooling down her limbs makes Max’s eyes roll and she falls back in her seat as the waves of pain and pleasure wash over her.

“Don’t get distracted,” Sasha says, and Max turns over to watch him. He’s flaying her arm, peeling the pale skin off like ribbons that fall to a pile on the floor. Turning back to her own arms, Max ignores the woozy feeling growing in her brain and stabs the blade into her wrist. She twists it inside the wound, making a few more cuts to expose the pretty little veins underneath her skin, all tied up in red knots like bows. Max panted as she watched them pump her blood.

Blood gushes from the wound and the scalpel falls from Max’s limp grip.

“Looks like I won!” Sasha’s voice sounds so far away as Max slumps down onto the couch, bleeding out as he crawls over to watch the light drain from her face. Her cunt clenches down on nothing before she cums, sweet honey pouring down her thighs as she twitches.

“I’ve got a special idea for you,” Sasha coos and Max can feel his breath against her face, before the world goes dark around her.

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INÉS:

Wasn’t she just holding onto Penny?

Where were her friends?

Where was she?

Inés stumbles forward and hisses at the sudden onslaught of blinding lights. Her cunt aches, congealed semen dripping down her leg as she groans.

Someone steps forward to wrap a towel around her naked form, rubbing the course fabric against her skin as it demands her name.

“Inés Pérez,” She manages and she hears the sound of pen writing on paper.

“Only one from her party,” A new voice says, as unseen hands pull her forward, “I heard one of them made the final cut to be a permanent fixture. Sardonikworth’s son took a liking to her.”

“Which one? Alexander or Ivan?”

“Alexander,” Someone says, “though you know he only responds to Sasha now.”

“What a lucky girl,” The first voice responds, and the conversation fades into the background as Inés is shoved under a freezing shower.

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The next day at work, David sits in the lobby, eagerly awaiting the confirmation he’d won the bet.

To his delight, Inés walks in alone, head hung low as she stares at the floor. She walks directly towards him, and David squirms in his seat at the anticipation of seeing her broken, defeated expression.

“You won.” She says, eyes starring blankly at the floor.

“That’s right,” He replies, standing up proudly as their exchange draws the eyes of his coworkers, “Which means you’re my snuff slut now.” Inés smiles, though it doesn’t reach her eyes, as she looks up to meet David’s gaze.

“To the winner go the spoils,” She says, before pulling a small handgun out from her purse. Pressing it to her temple, Inés smile grows as she stares at David’s shocked face, and says, “Enjoy my body.”

Then she shoots herself in the head.

The body falls to the ground and several of David’s senior colleagues gather around, clapping him on the back and congratulating him at achieving such a wonderful act. Anyone could snuff a girl, but to get her to off herself? Especially someone with a decent position like Inés?

Well, that was worth celebrating.

“Way to go David!”

“Always knew there was a reason Phillips hired you.”

David just stood there, staring at what was once Inés bleeding out on the floor. For a moment he isn’t sure what to feel, then a wide smile grows across his face as the cheers around him grow.

Max would “live” until the end of the exhibit, cast aside as trash with the rest of the bodies after a few weeks. And David would get the chance to snuff Mrs. Pierce; due to the promotion he’d gotten from getting Inés to shoot herself point blank in the lobby.

Looks like the internship had been a good choice after all.

 

COMING SOON: PART 2: Maxine’s Final Performance

Leonora had always felt like an outcast. While all her other friends swooned and squealed over the idea of their inevitable demise, there were two competing desires in her head. Of course she wanted to die, and would eventually, but there was something else hiding behind her sweet brown eyes: she wanted to kill just as much as she wanted to die. Good thing she’d been invited to the camping trip.

“Jenny! Stop day dreaming about the cookout and come help me set up the tent!”

“Sorry Leo!” Jenny pulled her gaze away from where some of the boys were setting up a grill over the bonfire, laughing at the scowl on Leonora’s face at the nickname, “I’m just so excited for tonight.”

“Whatever,” Leonora snapped, swatting a mosquito off her thigh as Jenny helped her hoist up the tent poles, “least you could do is be helpful in your last hours.” Blushing, Jenny reached up to secure the tent strap, exposing her toned abdomen. They made quite a sight together: Jenny, her dark skin, long caramel colored coiled hair and darling figure; and Leonora, with her skinny pale body and bright red hair. Despite her teasing, Leonora couldn’t deny Jenny would look gorgeous roasting over the flames, her supple flesh glowing red from the heat.

Though, who was for dinner was still up debate.

With the tent set up, Jenny left Leonora to cozy up next to one of the guys, though Leonora didn’t bother to try and remember his name. Jenny had extended and invite to join her on a camping trip hoisted by her sorority assigned frat, a yearly tradition to welcome in the new recruits each fall. Leonora herself wasn’t apart of Greek life, but she’d taken “Asphyxiation 201: Beyond the Noose” with Jenny that semester, and they were short on girls after the Halloween Bash two weeks prior.

The sun had already started to set, and by now the campsite was illuminated by the growing bonfire as the last traces of sunlight vanished beyond the horizon.

“Let’s get this party started!” One of the frat guys yelled, before speeding up his thrusts into the mouth of the petite Asian girl kneeling in front of him. Cheers from the guys and girls alike broke out as he pummeled her mouth, holding onto her ponytail until her body went slack.

“Way to go Brian!”

“First snuff of the night – I’m ready to get my dick wet.”

Another two girls rushed forward, both already nude, and Leonora watched as they were shoved to the dirt, inches away from the fire. Two guys stepped behind the girls and gripped their hips, hoisting them up to expose their glistening holes.

“Fuckin’ snuff sluts,” One of the guys laughed, flicking one of the girls’ clits before fucking into her cunt. He pressed his foot down on the girls head, pushing her face into the dirt to muffle her squeals and moans.

“Mine’s pre-used,” The other snapped, his baseball cap slipping down his forehead as she shoved three fingers up the cunt in front of him, cooled semen dripping down his wrist, “it’s loose as shit.”

“Snuff her then,” The first said, stopping his foot down to bash the girl’s face against the ground again and again, turning the dirt red around her, “they always tighten up when they’re dying.” Baseball cap shrugged, before grabbing the girls long, wavy hair to hoist her up to her knees. She whimpered as he pulled her forward, thighs slick with her arousal, shuffling on her knees until she was right in front of the bonfire. Her whimpers grew louder as Baseball cap held her face close to the flames, before shrieking when he shoved her forward into the inferno.

Her hair instantly got fire as the heat devoured her, burning her flesh and face as she writhed.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Baseball cap muttered, stroking the head of his aching cock as the girl’s face and torso were destroyed by the flames. He pulled her back out half-alive, and she whined when he pressed back into his cunt. “Holy shit this is good,” He groaned, gripping the charred skin on her waist before it peeled away to reveal the flesh inside. Without pausing, he grabbed two handfuls of her ass and fucked into the body, now laying motionless in the dirt.

Some of the guys had gathered around to watch, while others had already split off from the main group with toys of their own. The girls without partners had gathered into a pile, kissing with both sets of lips as they watched their fellow sorority sisters be picked off one by one.

Leonora, however, remained outside of the festivities. Still standing by her tent, she was half hidden in the darkness as she watched the carnage unfold in front of her. She watched as one of the sisters pulled herself from the embrace and staggered to her feet saying something about wanting to douche to clean her insides and boost her chances of being the prized roast at the end.

As if in a trance, Leonora yanked one of the tent stakes out from the ground and followed silently behind the girl as they left the noise and light of the festivities behind. The girl got to her hands and knees, one hand positioning a plastic water bottle against her asshole. She squeezed it and moaned loudly as the water rushed inside of her, holding it for a moment before letting the liquid spill out of her. Leonora stepped forward, crunching a twig under her bare foot and the girl whipped around, grinning when she saw her.

“Oh you’re Leo right? Jenny’s friend?” Leonora has the stake tucked behind her back, nodding as she slowly walked closer to the girl, “Could you give me a hand with this? I fasted all day but I want to make sure I’m squeaky clean!”

“Sure,” Leonora said, taking the bottle from the girl as she leaned forward to rest her arms against the floor, leaving her ass sticking straight up towards the other girl. The stake seemed to grow hotter in her grip, and Leonora stepped behind the girl as she waited.

“I can do you next if you want,” The girl said, “I know Jenny or Lisa will probably win, but it doesn’t hurt to try – OOOOF.” Leonora pounced forward, straddling the girls lower back to drive the tent stake right in the tender part at the base of her skull. It paralyzed her instantly, leaving the girl barely able to wheeze and twitch under Leonora’s grip. The sight of blood leaking out of the wound ignited a fire inside of Leonora, and she rutted against the girl mindlessly as she stabbed the stake into her over and over again – in her skull, her shoulder, her spine. She stabbed her until her hands were covered with blood, almost the same shade as her hair.

Leonora stood up to roll the body over, surprised to see her victim’s eyes still darting back and forth, desperate for an escape that would never come.

“You’re all the same,” Leonora hisses, hitting the girl square in the face with the blunt side of the stake, “always acting like you can’t wait to die, but when it really comes to it you can’t help but want to live.” Shuffling down the girl’s body, Leonora cups her hand over the girl’s bare mound and slides a finger in between her wet slit.

“Pathetic,” She snaps, “all of you are nothing but fucking meat.” With that she hoists the stake back up, before stabbing it into the girl’s pelvis, shredding her uterus as she punctured the flesh over and over again. She stabbed until the girl turned into a body, limp and useless as it continued to bleed out into the ground.

“What a show!” Leonora jumps back from the body, still gripping the stake as she stares as frat guy from earlier. Baseball cap steps forward, his face unreadable as the bonfire burns behind him. He walks over to the body and kicks it before turning back to Leonora with a grin. “I never knew you cunts could be so bloodthirsty,” He laughs, “worried she’d hog all the fun.” He keeps talking, but all Leonora can think about is the pulsing pleasure still coursing through her body and the feeling of that girl going cold under her hands.

“…how about that, little red?” Baseball cap asks, pulling Leonora out of her thoughts. When she doesn’t respond, his eyes narrow and he pulls out his cellphone, smirking as he adds, “Or I could always call the Re-Education center. A slut snuffing another without a man’s permission is a crime, isn’t it?”

Leonora launches herself at him, stabbing the stake into his chest as they tumble back to fall atop the body.

“What the FUCK?” Baseball cap yells, grasping desperately for the stake but unable to find a grip from how far Leonora had pushed it in. He stares at her for a moment, mouth open in shock, before rage spreads over his face as he dives for Leonora. “You fuckin’ bitch,” He growls, digging his nails into Leonora’s ankle as she tries to scamper away, “I’m gonna fucking end you, and when they find our bodies you’re whole families gonna pay.”

He manages to yank Leonora back towards him, reaching for her neck with his free arm as she claws at him. She dives forward to clamp her teeth down on his arm, causing him to howl in pain as she tries to shake her off. His scream echoes around the trees, but the sounds of the festivities drown out his wail.

“Get off cunt!” He cries, and Leonora does just that, taking a mouthful of his flesh with her.

“You’re fucking feral,” Pressing a hand over the gaping wound in his arm, Baseball cap’s face starts to grow pale from the blood loss. He tries to stand, turning back towards the glow of the fire, but he falls to his knees and collapses to the ground before he can take a step.

Leonora crawls forward carefully, keeping her distance from him as she crouches down to look at his face.

“How’s it feel to die?” She asks, the light starting to fade from his eyes, “Is it as fun as killing?” Baseball cap opens his mouth to reply, but all that comes out is a wet gasp before his head lolls back into the dirt.

Standing up, Leonora looks down at the two bodies at her feet, both surrounded by a pool of their own blood. The female corpse’s face is too destroyed for her to find any use of, so Leonora mounts the male and straddles its head. She hikes up the think dress she was wearing, pulling her panties to the side to rub her dripping sex against the dead man’s face. The flesh is still warm, and with each thrust it’s sharp, long nose rubs against her clit, pressing against the bundle of nerves until Leonora’s toes curl.

As she increases speed, rubbing herself faster, sweat begins to drip down her face. As it falls, it mixes with the blood staining her skin and Leonora darts her tongue out to catch some of the salty, metallic liquid. She plants her hands on either side of the head, and humps until she cums with a yelp, collapsing forward onto the body.

Her heart is racing, and Leonora rolls over to lay next to the body, hand pressed against her throbbing cunt as she enjoys the lingering sensations of her orgasm.

After a minute or so, she catches her breath and stands up, straightening out her dress and wiping her bloody hands on the corpses’ shorts. She won’t look out of place stumbling back to the bonfire, flustered and still stained with blood, so she walks back towards the party, leaving the two bodies to rot behind her.

Dozens of bodies litter the campsite, some with their heads chopped off and others with ropes still tied around their necks, faces contorted in eternal ecstasy.

“Leo!” A familiar voice calls out, and Leonora turns to see Jenny standing on a raised platform next to the bonfire, the grill cage slowly rotating over the flames in front of her, “Look who got picked to be the roast!

“Lucky you,” Leonora replies, surprised to find her voice hoarse as if she’d been the one screaming in the trees, “can’t wait to taste you.”

“You’re so sweet!” Jenny says, giving Leonora a final wave before letting herself be helped into the grill cage. It’s a long cylindrical grill, enough room for a girl to lay inside but not enough to move once the top is latched into place. It must be burning after spending so long pre-heating over the bonfire, and Leonora’s assumption is proven true as the loud sizzle and tantalizing aroma that fills the air the moment Jenny’s breasts press against the grill racks. To her credit, Jenny manages not to scream at the initial burn, though she lets out a long groan as the top is latched down, pressing the grill racks down onto both sides of her body.

As she begins to cook, the party begins to settle down as the remaining girls and frat brothers gather around to watch the roast.

“Hey,” One of the guys steps forward, “you’re Jenny’s friend right?” He is handsome, though softer than the other muscle freaks in the frat, and his blue eyes stay focused on Leonora’s face despite how her dress sticks to her slim frame.

“I was,” Leonora jokes, gesturing to where what was once Jenny was slowing being roasted for their dinner, “I’m Leonora.”

“William, nice to meet you,” He stands there awkwardly for a moment, before blurting out, “I want to pay your Wife Price!” Leonora had been expecting him to ask for a fuck or a blowjob, and her eyes widen in surprise at his confession.

Paying a Wife Price was serious, especially considering she’d never even met this man. Sometimes, most often when a guy couldn’t afford an official Wife from the registry, he might offer to pay the Wife Price of a girl of his choosing. In exchange for paying a year of her Meat Tax, a man could have the wife of his choice.

Leonora had never known any girl who had been given such an offer, though there had been rumors last year that one of the TA’s had accepted an offer from an international student.

“Don’t you want to know my rating?” She asked. Wife Prices could be expensive, especially if a girl had a lower rating. Even with her relatively good rating of 335, her Wife Price would still total around $1,500, which wasn’t exactly chump change to a college student, frat or not.

“No,” He replied, and took a step closer to lean down to whisper in her ear, “I saw what you did to Abigail and Gavin. And I loved it.” Freezing at his words, for a moment Leonora expects him to laugh and announce the whole thing as a joke, only to reveal he’d already called the Re-Ed center. But there was no hint of laughter in his face, only pure unfiltered adoration.

“I’ve never seen a girl like you,” He adds, thumbing a strand of her red hair, “I’m going to take over my father’s company when I graduate and I want someone powerful to stand besides me.”

“Besides you?” Leonora asks, assuming he had misspoke and meant “behind.”

“Yes. Besides me.” William caught her gaze, his eyes filled with a level of intensity Leonora had never seen, “I want someone like you. I need you.” He seems about ready to drop to his knees and prostrate himself in front of her, so she fists a handful of his shirt and pulls him closer.

“We’ll have to keep up appearances,” She hisses, and William groans in pleasure as she presses her nails into his skin through his shirt.

“Of course, of course,” He mutters, one hand slipping down her back to rest on the curve above Leonora’s ass.

“And I don’t want to be a house pet.” Leonora adds, guiding William’s hand to cup her pert bottom as he moans and shudders against her.

“Anything you want,” He slurs, pressing his face against her hair to soak in the scent of her sweet shampoo mixed with blood, “I’ll bring you toys to play with. I’ll bring you five a day, ten, twenty! Whatever you want, my darling, I’ll give it to you.”

“Roast is ready!” Someone called out, and Leonora turned her head to allow William to kiss her neck.

“Submit the request.” She demands, one final test to see how truthful William was being. Once the Wife request was submitted, there was no going back. Either her married her, or she’d be registered as an official Wife and added to the registry.

Will whines as he pulls away from her, fumbling to unlock his phone as he scrolls to the Applications app installed on all devices. Of course, while men had Applications to apply for different services/wife payments, girls had Summons for when they were selected for FuckStop duty.

Surprisingly, William already had her file open on the app, and Leonora stared down in surprise at the sight of her information on the phone. Without a moment of hesitation, he scrolled down and pressed the button for “REQUEST FOR WIFE STATUS” and held the phone up for the reader to scan his eye.

“Request Confirmed,” The robotic text reader said, “Wife Status for LEONORA BJARNASON has been Approved. Documentation will be sent to your address.” Leonora’s eyes widen at the message, and William sighs happily and pulls her into a hug.

“My wife,” He says, “I’ll do anything for you.”

Glancing over his shoulder to where the Meat that had once been Jenny was being carved and served. She smiled, wrapping her arms around William to return the hug and whispered, “I’ll see that you do, husband.”

PART 2: Consummating the Marriage

PART 3: A Day at the Office