My Girls

 

Well, my female problems are far from over, and their current position definitely won’t help. But I’m so enjoying seeing both my sis and girlfriend in their current positions. Both are totally nude. And both are strung up and defenseless.

My sis is hanging by her ankles on a St Andrew’s cross, her legs spread nice and wide. I’m about to stuff a lit candle deep into that cunt of hers. In return Sian is giving me a look of total terror. This is a definite first for her.

Eliza, my girlfriend can also be found spread wide. She is bound to a modern version of a medieval rack. As strange as it may seem, my Eliza has a huge smile on her face. A smile even though a group of party goers are abusing her body. A smile even though blood trickles from her tits, tits that are constantly being whipped. My goal tonight? To remove that smile. But how?

 

My Girls
Trouble in Paradise

My name is Joe. A guy with a common name and an very uncommon problem. They’re named Sian and Eliza, the two girls currently in my life. Both are beautiful bitches, the oldest being the perfect example of why incest is becoming so damn common. Tall. Nice melons. Long hair dangling below those her nips. A beautiful package with a strange passtime. She has this thing about long, big, enormous dicks. Likes to compare them. Hold them. Collect pictures of them. That’s my sis.

Her other pastime is to sexually tease me. I swear she loves making me hard. Then she teases me about how small my cock must be. Surprised she hasn’t asked for a pic. One of these days I just might get up the nerve and slam my hard piece of meat deep inside her fuckin’ wet cunt. But until then…

On the other side of the coin is my girlfriend, Eliza. She is a complex person. Insecure, she’s constantly scared of doing something wrong. Of being yelled at. Of not being accepted. But at the same time she loves and demands extremely rough sex packaged with torture and pain. Those nights where I can’t or refuse to provide either, she’s not afraid to go out and find it elsewhere.

Lately, while fucking Eliza I try to imagine that she’s my big sis Sian. I think of all the things I would love to do to my big sis. Strangle. Pins in the those nipples. Slice off part of her clit. Sometimes this approach works. But most of the time it doesn’t. I still don’t fulfill her wants. Needs. Desires.

Do the two get along? Well, they don’t hate each other. But they’re not the greatest of friends. Sian has this fuckin’ need to control everything, including Eliza and me. That has been the cause of many problems in the past. This is my third long term relationship. And with Sian’s help I’m not really sure how much longer this one will last.

Then again, do I want it to last? Eliza’s cheating doesn’t help a bit, flirting with complete strangers just a few feet from me. Damn! When she does that, I have no problem giving her what she wants. What she deserves. Rough and tumble sex resulting in her death. A very slow and painful death.

My problem? Their needs and demands are beginning to take their toll. Mentally that is. It first started a couple of weeks ago when I started having dreams involving both of the cunts. I would wake up each morning realizing that I just finished fantasizing doing really strange things to my two girls. It first started as having rough sex with some torture mixed in. The pain was somewhat moderate, nothing too extreme. Then the torture slowly grew more severe and more painful.. Followed by mutilation. And then death. This morning? It started as a normal night and ended with me holding Eliza’s decapitated head while watching acid eat through Sians cunt. By the bedroom door I’ve stacked various body parts waiting to be disposal..

Other dreams involved playing with and then cutting off their nips. Pushing pins through their clits. Splitting them in half. Pouring hot wax into their cunts..,. Tell me this isn’t really fucked up! The problem is, I’m starting to enjoy every fuckin’ second. My current problem, can bring any of these fantasies to life? Damn… I so much do want to start with pouring that hot wax down their cunts.

 

My Girls
The Club

Well. It’s been six, long weeks and my fantasies now always end in their death. Long, extremely painful, and bloody deaths. I find myself with a very big smile painted across my face as I watch them die, crying out in pain. Then as they take their last breath, I release a long sigh of relief. My problems are now gone. So, it can’t be all that bad, can it? Well shit! Back to the real world. I figure breaking up with Eliza might help resolve that part of my problem. But what if it doesn’t? And what do I do with my sister? Fuck. Maybe death is the only answer.

It’s hump day. A Wednesday. And this morning I fucked my Eliza for about three hours straight. But who’s counting. The sex was rough, at least by my standards and left me damn drained. Thinking back, there was a time I found myself strangling her, my hands tightly clutched around her neck. Funny. She had a big smile on her face as she tried to gasp of what could have been her last breath. Meanwhile I found myself wondering how far I could really go. Do I strangle her? Or do I just slice her into little pieces? Then again, why not do both. If she only knew.

The fuckfest has made me both tired and late. Damn, I do need my morning mug of brew. Nice and dark and hot.

Meanwhile, Eliza still has that smile on her face as she rubs her red and bloody ass and tits. The leather belt left nice welts and patches of broken skin especially across her ass. The brass buckle left huge bruises. She’s still enjoying the pain and still oblivious to the fact we only got three hours of sleep. As I get dressed my thoughts drift away from the coffee to that haunting smile. I begin to wonder why she’s really smiling. Is it for the brutal sex we just had? Or is it for the sex she’s about to have. Sex with her unknown stranger. A stranger named Oscar. The thought makes me want to whip her even harder. If I wasn’t so tired.

I took a quick drive to Jitterbug, a friendly coffee shop in the middle of town. Time to get a very much needed caffeine boost along with my daily breakfast sandwich. Today promises to be a real long day. And while it might not help, a mug or four of hot coffee surely can’t hurt!

Sitting by the window with mug in hand I see an old friend walking my way. It’s Sophie.

“Hey Joe! Where in the fuck have you been? I haven’t seen you in a hell of a long time.’ Sophie gives me a slight frown.

‘Between work and Eliza, I really don’t have much time to do anything else.’ I whisper back.

‘So. How is that bitch doing these days? Still spending all ya wealth?’ Sophie places her hand on my shoulder.

‘It’s the same old Eliza. Always wants something. Always needs something. And always complains that she doesn’t get enough of this, or that.’

Sophie squeezes my shoulder…

‘Her biggest wish? That I was more of a man…’

Sophie stares back. ‘So, you’re still having problems providing her that tough love she’s been demanding?’

I shake my head. ‘What in the hell do you bitches want? I almost beat her to death last night and she still isn’t happy. I probably could split that bitch wide open and she still would look up and ask if that’s all I have. Fuck!’

Sophie shakes her head. ‘So, how’s your sis doing?’

‘Sis. Well, she’s being her normal bitchy self. As always, Sian’s upset that I won’t give Eliza what she wants. Meanwhile she’s telling Eliza that she could do a fuck better hanging with anyone else other than me. Right now, hanging the both of them sounds really good to me. Watching them slowly swing back and forth…’ I rub my forehead as Sophie takes the seat next to me, a frown on her face.

‘Wish I could help. You don’t need to have a stroke trying to please those two…’

Funny, she doesn’t say anything about me stringing the two of them up.

We quickly changed the subject, spending the next twenty minutes talking about our jobs, a new bar opening in London, local politics, and then the weather. I have found that bringing up the weather is a sure sign that you’re all talked out and it’s time to go.

As we go our different ways, Sophie yells back ‘Don’t be a stranger, you hear!’

I just smile and wave.

It’s now Friday. The last two days have been better, if you like fucking your girlfriend for most of the night. I just don’t know when Eliza sleeps. Must be nice being able to function with less than four hours of sleep. I sure can’t.

She is a little happier with our sex though. I both strangled and fisted her last night. Tried to do both at the same time, and it did work for a while. But even then she was somehow able to yell out ‘HARDER!’ Maybe I’ll slice off a nipple or a piece of her clit and see if that meets her definition of hard sex.

Walking to the car I get a text message from Sophie. ‘Secret Dungeon’

I show my ignorance after looking at it for a few minutes, and respond with ‘?????’

She replies. ‘It’s a rental dungeon site in London. They now offer anything goes parties at remote, random sites. Call me later.’

Great. Now Sophie has gone crazy. Why in the hell would I want to go to a BDSM party? Something that already happens every night in my bedroom.

 

My Girls
The Call

It’s about 10ish. And I find myself wondering what in the fuck Sophie really wants to talk about. Why would I want to go to an anything goes BDSM party. For one thing I hear they’re damn expensive. And their rules makes them far less than anything goes.

It’s now about 11. Damn, my curiosity is definitely aroused. Being my impatient self I give Sophie a call at work. And of course, she doesn’t answer. Where’s that fuckin’ bitch when you need her! Guess I’ll have to chill out, easier said than done. But then a familiar face surrounded by beautiful blonde hair peers around my office door. It’s Sophie.

She has a extremely big grin on her face. ‘Joe, how about being a nice guy and take this gal to lunch. Please?’

I hesitate, but for just a second. ‘Sure. I was just thinking of calling it an early day anyways. How does the Limes sound?’

‘The Limes? Your looking at a lot of money, Joe. Hell, if you want to bang me, we can skip the formalities and go to the loo a couple doors down. Should do for a quickie.’

We both laugh.

‘I just thought you would like one of their burgers. And a brew.’

Sophie nods. ‘Sounds good. Let me see if I can take rest of the afternoon off.’

On the way to the Limes we talked about everything. Everything except for the elephant in the room. Her cryptic message earlier this morning. We both were avoiding that subject like the plague. It seems that neither of us are really sure how to bring it up. But all of that quickly changes once we sit down at the table.

‘Joe. Have you thought any about the BDSM parties?’ Sophie stares into my eyes.

‘Sophie, why in the hell would I want to go to one of those damn parties. Eliza would give me fucking grief for weeks. And Sian would probably disown me. Of course, that really might not be a bad thing.’

Sophie smiles. ‘Do you want to take care of your bitch problem? The two gals?’

‘Hell yes. You know I do.’

‘Then go and invite them both. You know Eliza would jump at the chance. And so would Sian. Just tell her she can’t go.’ She smiles.

After mulling it over a few seconds, I ask. ‘How in the hell is this going to fix my fucking problem?’

Sophie replies with a devilish smile. ‘You let me worry about that. Just get them there next Friday. About 6. Here’s the address and some of the details. Burn it once you’ve read it.’

‘Burn it?’

She nodded yes.

The address was on Long Lane, just outside of Shepherdswell. A bit of a way to go. But, if you’re looking for a place to hold a clandestined party, this wouldn’t be a bad choice.

The party is by invitation only. My guess is that Sophie has already taken care of that. The sheet she handed me has three non-descrip red tickets stapled to it. The sheet itself describes the party as the monthly anything goes event. Ten pairs of sextoys will be randomly picked, one male and one female guest throughout the night. Once selected, you have no say on what happens to you. You can be raped, tortured,and mutilated. And there’s absolutely nothing you can do. The fact that you’re attending the event means you agree to all of the terms. This could be intense.

I stare at Sophie, the ask ‘Nothing about death?’

She just smiles and shrugs her shoulders.

The conversation quickly changes to family, friends, and work. We just started downing our second pitcher of Tennent’s when it happened. I felt Sophie grab my knee. Looking across the table there was a devilish, and slightly drunk gleam in her eyes. Her hand then started making its way up my leg. Not really sure exactly what was going on l grabbed it before it went a bit too far.

‘Should we find that loo?’ I ask laughingly..

She bends towards me and whispers. ‘How about my place.’

 

My Girls
A week to go.

Damn, Sophie is a good fuck! About the best I’ve had in a long while. It was just some normal, but extremely intense fucking with none of the beating or strangling required. Something I hadn’t experienced in a quite a while. The first time we did it on the bed. Then, just to be different we did it on the kitchen table using a few of the kitchen utensils. In some ways it reminded me of an old American motion picture I once saw. Stripes.

After our bout in the kitchen I was finding it hard to get to my feet. But after several attempts I finally made it. As I walked, more like stumbled towards the front door Sophie grabs my arm and gently pulls me back. ‘Not so fast stud.’

Turning to face her, I find an open hand extended my direction. ‘Joe. Do you remember the address I gave you?’

‘Sure Sophie. It’s on Long Lane.’ I give her a puzzled look.

‘Good. Keep the tickets and give me the paper. Please?’

‘What goes?’

‘You don’t want know’ Sophie replies in a whisper, adding that devilish smile.

Well, it’s been several days since my memorable encounter with Sophie. Surprisingly the girls have been bearable. I don’t know if it was the attitude adjustment I received on Friday. Or the fact that they can be really nice if they wanted to. That’s a silly question. It must be the attitude adjustment. Unfortunately, with all the bliss I completely forgot all about Friday’s party. That is until I look down at my phone and see the text message from Sophie.

Sophie: Hey Joe. Did you tell the bitches?

ME: Forgot. Probably not a good idea anyway.

Sophie: Do you know how hard it was for Hannah to get those invites?

There was a slight pause…

Sophie: Do you want that problem fixed?

Me: I do. How will the party help?

Sophie: Just drop them off. It will be taken care of.

Me: Should I stay?

Sophie: Up to you. You don’t have to. It might be better if you don’t.

Me: When should I pick them up?

Sophie: You don’t.

I stare at the phone and whisper to myself. ‘That is damn cryptic. What in hell is going on?’

Then suddenly Sophie sends another text.

Sophie: Lunch?

Me: Limes?

Sophie: My place.

Me: 😏

About fifteen minutes later I’m knocking on her door. A few seconds later the door opens. And a hand grabs my shirt and pulls me in. I find Sophie wearing only a smile. After tearing my clothes off, we start with dessert.

Later that night I mention the party to Eliza. As Sophie had expected she jumps at the chance to go.

‘I’ve heard about these parties. Damn, I can’t believe you got an invite! I didn’t know you ran in those circles. And I definitely didn’t think you would be interested in any sex party. Especially a BDSM sex party.’ Eliza has a big smile on her face. ‘Sure I’ll go!’ She gives me a big hug and kiss.

Grabbing her ass I pull her tight against my body and whisper in her ear. ‘Don’t tell Sian. You know her. She’ll give us grief for weeks!’

She nods her head yes. ‘I won’t.’

Four hours later my cell rings. It’s Sian. First she gives me hell for trying to keep the party a secret. Then, as expected she demands to go. I try and tell her it’s by invitation only, but with no success. Her comment. ‘Then give me your damn invite. Or Eliza’s. I don’t care what you do to get me in, just do it!’ So, after grovelling for another minute or two, I finally give in. ‘You’ll get through the door you bitch.’ If she only saw the smile on my face.

I set my cell on the end table, turned toward Eliza and just shook my head. ‘You just had to tell her, didn’t you, you cunt.’

‘The hell ya’ she responds in a defiant voice. ‘You can’t tell me who to talk to, you asshole.’

For the next several minutes I enjoyed strangling the very last seconds of life out of that bitch. For the first minute she enjoys it. Big smile on her face. Trying to whisper ‘More, Joe! God yes, more!’

Then she begins to panic. She tries to push me away. Kicking at my balls she then tries to scream. Silly bitch. A few seconds later she loses consciousness.

When she comes two, I had her wrists pinned to the bed as I bang her mercilessly, thrusting my tool deep into her wet twat. At first she had this strange look on her face. Like she wasn’t really sure where she was. Or even who she was. Then that familiar smile slowly appears on her face. ‘Damn it Joe. Why didn’t you do this sooner.’

I smiled back. Grabbing her nips I squeeze them hard. That’s followed by twisting and pulling them until she screams at the top of her voice. Eliza has that devilish grin. As I pinch and bite her clit she squirts me in the face. Shower time.

During breakfast we talk about the party. She’s trying to decide what to wear. Or not wear. Eliza finally decides she needs something a lot more revealing than what she currently has. It’s time for some serious shopping. After work we went to some of the local stores. It only takes a few hours for her to find what she wants. A pair of black leather leggings, a black mesh top, a black bra and a pair of black knee high boots with four inch heels.. A lot of black. But damn, she looks damn hot. The leggings can’t be much tighter. Camel toes and a nice tight ass are both on display. The mesh top reveals the black bra and the nice valley between her ample tits. The boots give her legs a nice shape. And there is a beautiful contrast between her hair and her outfit. If we weren’t already dating, I would definitely be giving chase.

The next several days I enjoy abusing Eliza’s body. And while she loves being strangled she’s also beginning to worry about the bruises it leaves. She only has a few tops that can effectively hide them, and people are now becoming a just little suspicious. So I now spend more time abusing her tits, clit, ass, legs and toes. Dripping hot candle wax on her clit is now my favorite pastime. By Friday our fuck time has become hours and hours of torture.

 

My Girls
Friday
It’s Friday morning. After a brief fuck Eliza heads toward the shower with me following close behind. After a another brief fuck I wash her ass, her boobs, her clit. While we both get dressed, Eliza talks non-stop about tonight’s party. We have never been at a BDSM party, but we’ve heard about them from a few past acquaintances. No one’s ever heard about any serious injuries. Some people have left with a limp. Or some major bruising. Or the distinct sign of being whipped. But nothing that required a trip to hospital. And nothing they wouldn’t recover from in a couple of days. Anyways, what are the odds we’ll become one of the sextoys? Probably not high. Although a part of Eliza was hoping to be one. For the experience. The pain.

After finishing a quick breakfast, we both head towards work. But not before pulling Eliza very close, grabbing her ass with both hands and giving her a passionate kiss. We both smile and let her go. Going our separate ways I peer back, watching her walk towards her car with party clothes draped over the left arm. I’m wondering what tomorrow will bring. What does Sophie and Hannah have planned for my two girls.

About mid-morning Sophie gives me a call. ‘Hey Joe. Ready for tonight? Please tell me you’re coming with your two bitches.’

‘Hey Sophie. Everyone’s looking forward to tonight. They can’t wait!’

Sophie laughs. ‘They might be looking forward to it now. But I can almost guarantee that will change.’

‘Sophie, what in the hell are you planning?’

‘Can’t tell ya Joe. And you really don’t want to know. Just call it plausible deniability.’

‘What in the hell do you two have planned?’

There is a pause. ‘Believe me Joe. It’s for your own good. And I think you’ll enjoy it.’ After a brief pause… ‘See you later Joe.’ And then she hangs up.

I attempt to call her back. But after the seventh try it’s obvious she’s not going to answer. Plausible deniability? Now why would I need plausible deniability? Damn! She did say that all of my bitch problems would disappear. And that’s definitely a good thing. She also said I would enjoy it. But what is IT? I guess I’ll learn more later on tonight.

Four o’clock arrives quickly. It’s time to pick up the gals and head to the party. The event. Eliza was the first. Already with her leggings and boots on, she was getting lustful stares from passing men. Damn, she looks good. Hopping in the front seat, she gives me a kiss while I give her thigh a nice squeeze. She sits back and takes off her work blouse revealing the sexy black bra.

‘Damn you look hot!’ I feel my cock growing hard.

She slips on her mesh top. ‘How about now?’

I grab her hand and place on top of my groin. She smiles.

Sis is next. As I pull up I find her already dressed for the party. An extremely short, and tight pair of black leather shorts. A black pair of leather thigh high boots with six inch heels. Black stockings appear a few inches above her boots. A nice black bra. And a silver pendant dangling in her cleavage. Oh, and some sort of drink in hand.

She slides into the back seat. ‘Hey bruv! Eliza! Are we ready to have fun!?!’

I shake my head yes. Sian answers with a big smile. ‘Hell yes! Cant wait to abuse some sextoys!’ The two bitches talk nonstop as we motor towards the party.

About forty minutes later I pull into the driveway of a large house. The gals pause a second just to see where we are and then continue where where they left off. The house looks all but vacant. A good thousand meters back I see a large single story building. There’s about seventy cars scattered about in a field beside the building. But there’s no one in sight. No one at either the house or the building. I start driving towards the building. Damn it looks strange. I just can’t put my finger on it.

I park the car in the field. Hopping out I help the two gals out – heels don’t work well in an open field. Walking towards the one visible door, we’re all wondering what this place is. Definitely not some place you would expect to attend a high class party. Eliza is starting to have second thoughts about tonight. That’s when I remembered the crematorium down the road. This place looks similar with a high chimney located towards the back of the building. It couldn’t be…

That’s when we reached the door. I bang on it a few times and wait. I’m about knock again when the door silently swings open. It’s Sophie and Hannah.

 

My Girls
The Party Starts

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. Sophie and Hannah appear to be tonight’s greeters. Surprisingly their outfits look like Sian’a with one exception. They’re braless.

Hannah smiles. ‘Hey Joe, Eliza, Sian! Glad you could make it!’

Sophie then asks for our tickets. After tearing them in half, she gives us the stub. ‘Keep these with you. There will be several drawings a little later, including those for tonight’s sextoys. Do you have any questions?’

Sian and Eliza are already trying to make their way inside. I give Sophie a smile. ‘Nothing that time won’t answer.’

Smiling back, she gives my balls a gentle squeeze. ‘I think you and the girls will enjoy this weekend’s party. But, if you get bored feel free to find me.’

Chasing after the girls I smile back and nod my head.

Walking through the door we find ourselves pleasantly surprised. It looks like a high class strip club towards the front, a dark and evil dungeon in the back. Right now, there’s probably 250 guests surrounding the bar, a little over half being female. Located in the middle of the floor, the bar offers both drinks and food.

At 6:30 they lock the doors, preventing anyone else in and anyone from leaving. The host then hops onto the bar with microphone in hand.

‘Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Or should I say cunts and assholes?’ He briefly smiles and then continues. ‘Welcome to this month’s anything goes party. As in the past we will first determine what the limits will be followed by the selection of ten sextoys. Five cunts and five assholes in groups of two.’

As I had figured, it’s anything goes as long as you follow their rules. Oh well, we got in free, at least for now.

The host continues. ‘As you all know, once a year we have our yearly everything goes party. For this event the definition of everything does include mutilation, dismemberment, and, the occasional death.’ After a silent gasp, both cunts stare at me mouthing the words ‘WHAT THE FUCK!?’ I just shrug my shoulders. There isn’t anything for me to say. I’m as much in the dark as those two. Though I did have my suspicions when Sophie all but guaranteed my problems would be over. But to kill the two? No way. Then again, I did wish that some of my fantasies would come true. I guess you really do need to be careful of what you wish for…

After a brief applause, the host finishes. ‘Today you will have the opportunity to vote either way. Please pick up your voting buttons at the bar within the next thirty minutes. We will do the first vote then.’

The signs of displeasure came swiftly as Sian gives me a swift kick to the ankle while Eliza knees my balls from behind. While they both wanted to stay and participate, neither want to take the chance being on the receiving end. It’s amazing what someone mentioning an occasional death can do to the party mood. We’re heading to the door.

When we get there we learn what everyone else already knew. The doors are locked and will remain locked until the party’s end. On Saturday night.

Sian hates losing control, this definitely being a prime example. After pounding the door for a few minutes she clinches her fist and screams at the top of her voice. The response? A couple stops sipping on their martini’s just long enough to point in our direction and laugh. A few others just glance our way. But in reality almost everybody ignores us.

I smile at Sian. ‘Come on sis. Nothing will happen. It’s just there way to sych people out.’

She stops to think a few seconds, A weak smile starts to spread across her face. ‘Might be a chance to be in my very own gang bang. Always wanted to see what that’s like.’ She pauses for a second. ‘Or maybe I’ll get the chance to torture you to death my brother!’ Her smile grows bigger. ‘Cut off that poor excuse for a cock!’ She is now laughing along with Eliza.

‘It’s really not that it’s small. It’s just so immature.’ Eliza adds with a laugh.

The duo turns around and heads towards the bar, laughing as Eliza tells stories about my penis. Another crisis averted. Thank god Sian’s already 20 proof.

I start going toward the bar myself when someone gently squeezes my balls and dick from behind. That’s followed by a whisper. ‘I never had a problem with the size.’

I turn to see Sophie standing on her tiptoes ready to smack me a kiss. A big, long kiss.
Then she gives me a devilish grin. ‘Want to try out the dungeon? Or is it too much for ya?’

‘Not too much my dear. Just an unwanted distraction.’ I smile and point in the direction of the bar. ‘Want a drink?’

‘Maybe later Joe. Don’t want to get between you and the two cunts.’ Sophie let’s out an evil grin. ‘You might want to spend some time with them. It just might be your last…’

With that remark she disappears into the crowd. Damn she can be so cryptic at times. What does she mean by my last? Surely she isn’t planning to torture them to death. But, then again, is that such a bad idea? The only reason I’m haven’t done it is well, because of the damn payback. Jail and maybe my own death. Shit! If there was ever a time for a drink, this is it!

 

My Girls
The Vote

I just got to the bar in time to pick up my free voting button. For the exchange of one red party ticket that is. It looked quite simple. A green button for yes, a red one for no.

The host jumps up on the bar, again with mike in hand. ‘Are we having fun!?!’ He stares over the crowd. ‘Of course we aren’t. We haven’t started abusing some poor slut or bastard.’ The crowd lets out a loud cheer.

He continues to scan the crowd. ‘So, let’s have our first vote of the night. Do you want to to slowly torture a cunt tonight?’

Suddenly someone in the crowd yells two. Its Hannah.

For a brief second the host looks puzzled. Then he smiles and continues. ‘My mistake. It will be two cunts. So. Do you want to slowly skin them alive? Slice the meat off of their white bones? And of course, my favorite, drink their blood? Well, this vote is for you. Press the green button if the answer is yes, I want to get bloodied tonight. But if you’re the type that would prefer a standard gang bang, press the red button for no. And press those buttons now!’

To my surprise, I find myself pressing the little green button. But what really surprised me is that both the bitches did too. Guess they didn’t take into consideration that little fact – they might be the two of the cunts in question. I hope not! Then again…

It didn’t take long to tally the results. As our host scans his cell, he slowly shakes his head in disgust. ‘Well ladies and germs, it appears that our first vote is a no. There were 113 green votes and 89 red votes. To be a death night we would need 182 green votes.’ Then he smiles. ‘But that doesn’t mean we won’t have a great weekend, right?’

The whole crowd yells ‘RIGHT!’

‘Stay tuned. Our first sextoys will be drawn in thirty minutes.’

I glanced at the gals and found a mix of emotions. It seems that they’re both really unhappy that there won’t be any killing tonight. Especially sis. That really shouldn’t surprise me. Being the control freak. Now, as far as the drawing, they’re booth excited but for different reasons. Sis wanted it over, looking to have fun along the sidelines. Torturing and giving pain. Eliza, however was ready to be abused by the masses. I think she would consider bribing the host in order to get picked. If they only knew.

Something catches my eye at the door. A flash of light reflecting off of a badge. A constable’s badge. Looks like the party has the hometown’s blessing. Well, by at least some of its citizens.

Thirty minutes can’t come soon enough. Sian is on her sixth drink and is definitely wankered. I’m just amazed she hasn’t start stripping. Damn. Spoke too soon. Her bra just flew across the bar, hitting the barkeep in the face. Wonder if they could tie her up now? Can she last just five more minutes…

A few minutes and another drink later the host show’s up by the bar. ‘May I have your attention please. It’s time for our first drawing of tonight’s first sextoys. Please take out your voting buttons as we’re starting the drawing NOW!’

Green and red buttons are flashing all over the floor. It reminds me of a casino with all of its flashing lights. Then suddenly the pace of the flashing starts to slow until it completely stops. So, who’s holding the only lit buttons? Sian.

She stares at the buttons in disbelief. First whispering, and then yelling ‘it can’t be!’ The crowd is quickly gathering around her grabbing her ass. Her tits. Then several pick her up and start carrying her to the evil dungeon. She twists her head, faces me and yells ‘Aren’t you going to do something?!? Help me! PLEASE!!!!’ I look at her and shrug my shoulders. One down, one to go.

Sian is placed on one of the racks. The crowd starts tearing off what clothing she still has on. At her feet is Eliza, wearing a big smile, helping the crowd pull of her remaining clothes. I walk over and decide to have a little fun myself. I start fingering, pinching, and yanking on her clit. Smiling down at her, I just have a couple of words for her. ‘I always wanted to do that!’

Walking away, I began to wonder what was going to happen to her. That’s when I noticed they were heating up the crematory.

It only took a few minutes for the crowd to have her shackled to the rack, first locking the silver shackles around her ankles and then around her wrists. Once the shackles are locked, the host turns the rack on. It quickly tightens the chains, pulling her wrists towards the top of the rack, her ankles to the bottom. Sain has a look of terror, actually doom on her face. Looking my way, she’s begging me to help. Reminding me that she’s my sister. Tears are now streaming down her cheeks. Suddenly the rack stops. Startled, she lets out a little scream. Her body is now nicely stretched with her back barely touching the racks metal top. After a few seconds, the rack starts again, this time pulling her legs to the sides. I can’t believe what I’m seeing . I never knew you could pull legs so far apart without them breaking. When the rack is finished she is nice and tight. And exposed.

That’s when they started to auction chances to fuck her. Starting at a hundred pounds for ten minutes, I found myself bidding for one of the five spots. The host turns out to be more than an adequate auctioneer, having the high bid at nine hundred pounds within minutes. When it was all over I found myself one of the top five at seven hundred and fifty pounds. I always had this fantasy of raping Sian. But for a lot less than seven hundred pounds. Sian. She’ll is going to have the chance to measure and compare a few more dicks.

Eliza, after gently choking my sis decided to see who the male sextoy is. I never thought of her as a dom. But maybe, just maybe she would be happier in that role. I’m not sure if I could be the sub in our relationship. Sort have been one though if you consider my relationship with Sian. It just wasn’t sexual.

The first guy is now mounted on sis. Damn he’s big. I hope he doesn’t stretch her too much. While waiting for my turn, I find myself listening to some of the chatter. Turns out this group meets once a month at one of several locations. During each party ten pairs of sextoys are chosen, one pair every thirty minutes. The party last for at least twenty four hours, the longest being just short of three days. None of the toys are released until the very end of the party. And each location has a crematory. That grabbed my attention. Why would you need a crematory? Then I remembered the first vote. Just to jar my memory a little more, some brings up the current death count. It’s at least thirteen.

It’s my time to screw Sian. A big smile appears on my face as I strip and climb on top of her wet, nude body. Then a strange thing happens. She sees my face staring back at her and starts to laugh. Damn her. Not this time! I force my meat deep inside her cunt, choking the life out of her as I go in. She has a sudden attitude change after a few deep thrusts. It quickly goes from laughter, to interest, to terror. I release her throat before she passes out and go for the breast. The nips. And finish up with a bite to the neck and one tit. I definitely got my monies worth. So, This is what tonight’s about?

I look towards Eliza to see her being fucked in the ass by an older gentleman. He’s probably twenty years her senior, maybe older. Suddenly she notices that I’m watching. Smiling, she grabs the man by the ass and pushes him in deeper. At that moment I find myself wondering if anyone’s been burned alive in the crematory. And if Eliza could be the first.

On the third round, Eliza was picked. Unlike Sian she loved her ride to the rack. It was what happened next that she wasn’t too happy about, when they slowly cut off her clothes. All of her brand new clothes. Poor Eliza. She’s pissed for a few minutes, but when they started stretching her on that rack her old devilish smile came right back. After a few minutes her legs were stretched so wide open and are so tight that, like Sian’s I’m expecting them to break. This time there is no auction. You take a number and wait your turn to fuck her. Fifteen minutes being the limit.

They moved Sian off the rack just before Eliza made her grand entrance. Moving a St Andrews cross right next to the rack they hung my sis upside down, legs spread wide.. Several partiers are now playing with her clit and putting various objects in her cunt as I walked up. Damn. Damn. She would make a good candle holder. I find a nice, large one. Ond one that will melt fast. I squeeze it in tightly and give it a light. Within minutes I’m watching a hot river of wax flowing over her clit. Sian is trying to keep from screaming. She’s bit her lip so hard that drops of her blood are now hitting the floor. Then she let’s go a ear piercing scream.

Again, I’m wondering if this is all there is. How can this resolve my problem? If anything, it’s made it worse. I can hear it now. What in the fuck were you you thinking of Joe? That’s when the host re-appears.

‘Are we having fun? Would you like to have more fun?’ the host teases the crowd.

‘What if you could change your mind. Redo something you did in the past?’ He has the crowd memorized.

‘What if we have a vote that only pertains to the two cunts you see hear?’

I look at Sian. She has a look of fear over her face while my fucking girlfriend has a look of curiosity. She’s always up for something different. Well, that is until the host says ‘Let’s vote on whether we remove all limits on these two. On whether or not they live to remember tonight.’

Both cunts begin to struggle. With no luck.

 

My Girls
The Second Vote.

Sian already knows what the result is going to be. There was no way the group can allow them leave. Expose them. Have them sent to prison. Her death was almost certain. Eliza on the other hand figures she has something she can sell. Her body. A life of sexual servitude wasn’t really all that bad. Something that she has had many fantasies about.

‘It’s time to vote. Green they will live. Red they will die. Press your buttons now.’ The host intently scans his cell phone while everyone makes their choice. Then a big smile comes across his face. ‘It’s unanimous! The two cunts will die.’

Tears are streaming down Sian’s face. She cries out ‘Why Joe? Why? What have I done that is so bad? Please Joe. Please save me…’

I have never seen her like this. Vulnerable. Needing. And for a brief second I find myself wanting to save her. Carry her away from certain death. Then I think about the past. The emotional torture she dealt out. The pain. And I now find myself wanting to be the one to deal the death blow.

Eliza is just in a trance. Still trying to comprehend what just happened. She never looked forward to getting old. Wrinkles. Fat tummy. Drooping boobs. But she expected to face these inevitable changes in her life. Not to die in her prime. Like my sis, I find myself feeling for her. But I also remember all of the times she cheated. Death might be an extreme, but if I was man enough, it would have already have happened.

‘So. Since we want them dead, the question now is how.’ The host paces around the crowd. ‘Is it through a extremely slow, very painful death? Or is it fast? Like throwing them in the crematory and turning up the heat.’ The host stops between the two cunts. My girls. ‘We need to make this official people. Green for a fast death. Red for a painfully slow one. Please vote now.’

A few seconds later the results are announced. ‘Again, it is a unanimous vote.’ There is a slight pause. ‘The two will die from an extremely slow and painful death.’

That’s how my problems will end.

 

My Girls
No Turning Back

As I stare at my sis and girlfriend, I feel this familiar grab from behind as someone squeezes my balls. I quickly turn around and find Sophie staring into my eyes.

‘Don’t you do it Joe. Don’t even think about it!’

‘What in the fuck are you talking about, Sophie? Do what?’

‘Don’t you tell me that you’ve changed your mind. That your going to grab those two cunts and take them out of harm’s way. Don’t you do it!’ Sophie is starting to pace.

‘You must realize that it’s far too late for that, Joe! That the only thing we need to decide now is the number of bodies that will be lining the crematory when it’s turned on. Will it be two? Or will it be three?’

I stare at her for a second and shake my head. ‘I never asked for this Sophie. NEVER!’

‘Are you sure about that Joe? Everyone said you were unhappy. And more than one person knew about your fantasies. Are you sure you didn’t want help. Didn’t want them to just disappear?’

I start to walk away when Sophie yells out. ‘Don’t do it!!! You won’t leave us any choice but to include you! And we really don’t want to do that. Do you?’

I turn towards Sophie with a smile. ‘Don’t worry about it. I was just going to melt some wax to fill Sian’s cunt. After all, it’s fun time, right?’ Hmmm. You know. That really does sound like fun.

As I look for some wax and something to melt it in, I think about what Sophie just told me. You would have to control the members. The crowd. And what better threat than the threat of death. And she is right about Sian and Eliza. They couldn’t free them and not expect trouble for everyone in the room. Damn. I just wish I felt worse than I do about their demise. Of course, that would mean me sitting in for person three in the crematory.

Sophie walks up with a pan in her hand. ‘Here Joe. I think this is exactly what you’re looking for. Just don’t burn yourself.’ It’s a pan filled to the top with melted wax. Damn. And hot! Paraffin looks like water when it’s extremely hot. This looks like water.

‘Thanks Sophie. Now to fill up the bitch.’

Sophie smiles. ‘Can I help?’

‘Sure you can. I need something to keep her fuck hole open. A spreader ring? A cunt spreader ring?’

Sophie smiles. ‘Like this?’ She hands over a medical hole spreader.

‘Perfect! We can use it to yank the wax out once it’s cooled.’ I find myself smiling as I look towards my sis.

Suddenly someone comes up and gives Sian a shot in the ass. A huge syringe with an enormous needle. ‘Sophie, do you know what that was all about?’

‘Well hun. You don’t want her to lose consciousness, do ya?’

I shake my head no.

‘Well. That will make sure she doesn’t miss a second. And it also paralyzes her making pouring a whole lot easier.’ Sophie has an evil grin.

Damn. This isn’t the Sophie I thought I knew. Definitely one woman you don’t want to turn your back on.

I walk up to my sister and tell her what we’re going to do to her. To her body. I could see the terror in her eyes, but the drugs keep her quiet and still. I finally get the last word. A smile spreads across my face.

Sophie has removed the candle from her cunt and finished inserting the hole spreader. I look deep inside of Sian as I slowly pour the wax into her cunt. Her fuck hole. Even with drugs, I notice a flinch, a spasm. Looking down at her face I see tears streaming from her eyes and pooling on the floor.

As the wax enters I see some of the tissue rupture with blood starting to seep out. I continue to pour the wax slowly, looking for other changes to her fuck hole. The wax is now up to her clit, looking like a quiet pool of water. No ripples. Since it’s still hot, the wax allows the viewing of the horrible things happening inside her. I kneel down and whisper in her ear. ‘This is for your obsession with penises. The times you belittled me. The times you interfered with my life.’

As I get up to go to Eliza, I notice that all the crowd has surrounded the other eight sextoys. ‘Sophie, what in hell’s going on’ as I point to the crowd. ‘No one up for a killing today?’

Sophie smiles. ‘We thought you would want some together time. To share some last moments. And to personally deliver most of pain.’

‘Well, I do. But I wasn’t thinking of killing them by myself. Actually, I wasn’t even thinking of killing them.’ I stare down at Eliza.

Sophie briefly looks at Sian. ‘I don’t think you could convince her of that. In many respects she’s already dead. She’ll never have sex. And maybe never walk again. You would be doing her a favor to just kill her.’ Sophie pauses. ‘But you might as well have fun doing it.’

I just shake my head.

Sophie then offers some incentive. ‘Hun, there’s always room for three. I sure would hate to lose a stud like you.’

 

My Girls
What’s Good For The Goose…

I stop and look back at Sian. Tears are still streaming from her eyes as she tries to turn her head away. Time to show her that she’s not the only one to endure such pain. I turn back to my bitch and wonder what I should do to her. Something that would match Sian’s pain.

‘Sophie. Does our host have a fucking machine?’

‘We have several. Let me see what’s not in use.’ Sophie strolls towards the bar. Damn! I watch that ass sway as she walks away. Such a nice ass.

I stand by Eliza and play with her clit. ‘You know Eliza, you always complained that our sex wasn’t rough enough. That you wanted to be beaten. Choked. Whipped. Let’s see if I can meet your expectations tonight.’ I yank hard on her twat.

Sophie and Hannah are now heading back, pushing a cart in front of them.

‘You’re in luck Joe! This one can be placed in an automated mode.’ Sophie points to the fucking machine.

That’s my queue to ask a few questions.

‘Random speed?’

‘Yep’

‘Random stroke depth?’

‘Yep’

‘Can the dildo puncture, ah, the bottom of the cunt?’

‘Can it enter the cervix? It can if you want it to. But it would be very painful.’

We all smile, with the exception of Eliza and Sian.

‘Can the dildo rotate?’

‘Sure can! Want to drill into the cervix?’

I smile. ‘That’s the plan!’

We place the fucking machine between Eliza’s wide open legs. Hannah figures the depth of Eliza’s cunt. Eight inches. So she sets the stroke length between six and fourteen inches to account for some stretch. I convince her to set the max depth to sixteen inches. Spin rate and stroke speed is set to random. And run time is sixty minutes.

‘My dear Eliza. Want some hard sex? You’re about to get some.’

As with Sian, one of staff gives Eliza a huge injection.

Sophie smiles. ‘Don’t want ya to go to sleep, now do we. Or pass out. And don’t worry my dear, you won’t experience any paralysis. So please feel free to scream,’

Eliza begins to beg. ‘Joe. I’ll do anything, Just don’t do this. PLEASE! I BEG YOU…’ I give her an evil smile and push the on button. The dildo slowly enters her cunt. It’s a second later when the show begins.

The three of us plop down on three bar stools and look down on my two girls. Right now the machine is making Eliza wetter. And hornier. A smile has a appeared on Eliza’s face as she comments ‘Damn. I thought you were going to kill me Joe. This feels sooo fuckin’ good…” Eliza is cuming as a large pool starts gathering between her legs.

Sophie and I are working on our second ale when we hear a brief scream form Eliza. She looks at us with a look of slight disbelief. I look back at her and just smirk. ‘You have to know what the good feels like before you can appreciate the bad. You’ll understand in a few.’

Minutes later she lets go of an ear piercing scream. Some blood is starting to appear in the pool of cum between her legs. A few more minutes pass and the screams are more frequent as the blood starts to stream out.

Then the pumping action of the fucking machine suddenly stops. Instead, the spinning dildo slowly goes deeper inside. The cries are now a constant scream as the dildo tears at the tissues of the cervix as it slowly approaches its sixteen inch goal. With five minutes to spare it hits the goal and just sits there spinning.. As the hour mark passes the spinning stops with the dildo remaining embedded within.

Hannah smiles. ‘The dildo will keep her from bleeding out. We’ll disconnect it from the machine and take the machine off the rack. Once we’re ready with the hot iron, the dildo gets pulled, the iron is shoved in and the wound is cauterized. Quite simple, really.’

‘You’ve done this before?’ I ask, a little disbelieving of what I just heard.

Sophie and Hannah just smile.

I hop off the stool and walk beside Sian. Looking down at what was once her cunt, I see a smooth milky mass. I tap on the surface – the wax has definitely hardened. Then I gently pull on the hole spreader. It doesn’t begin to budge. We’ll need to get her upright before she dies from a brain aneurysm. That I can’t have, it would deprive me of all of my fun.

I walk up to Hannah who’s now dismantling the fucking machine and give her ass a little squeeze. She turns, smiles, and then slugs me on the left side of my face with her open hand. ‘You might get away with that with Sophie, but not here.’

While grabbing my jaw I yell ‘Damn that hurts, bitch!’

Hannah was about to slug me again, but Sophie was able to block the shot before it landed. She stares at me like I should have known better. And I guess I should have. But right now it’s hard thinking of what’s really right and what’s wrong. Things are just a bit skewed.

‘I was just going to mention that Sian probably needs to be upright. Or at least on her back. Hanging upside down too long could be fatal.’ And then I add. ‘Sorry for the ass grab.’

A minute later I find myself watching some of the staff carefully moving Sian to a rack next to Eliza’s. The goal is not to break the wax seal in her cunt. Sophie appears to be thinking at least one step ahead.

‘Joe, you do know Sian will die a horrible death if we, if you do nothing else to her. Right?’ Sophie is giving me a quick anatomy test.

I shrug my shoulders. ‘Sure, in the furnace.’

Sophie shakes her head. ‘When you filled her uterus with wax, you also plugged her urethra.’

Again I shrug my shoulders.

‘Joe, you plugged her damn pee hole!’

That I understand.

Sophie continues. ‘Depending on her fluid levels, Sian’s bladder will rupture in a couple of days. Not only is that extremely painful, she will either slowly bleed to death or die from the resulting infection.’

‘Well Sophie, she’s not going to live that long, is she?’

‘She could. We, you could play with this piece of meat for five days if you want. Do you want?’

I smile. ‘I want!’

‘Good! I do have one more suggestion. Let’s seal that bitches other hole. Her asshole. While we do horrible things to her outside, we’ll let nature do the same with her internal organs. A ruptured bladder and intestine will be the icing on the cake.’

I lean over and whisper in Sian’s ear. ‘Sis, do you have any objections?’

Still partially paralyzed, she just stares at me, tears screaming from her eyes as she tries to speak.

I smile. ‘I can’t quite hear you, bitch. Let’s put this in simple terms. Do you want to have a painful death? Or an extremely painful death?’

I wait a second, half expecting her to make some sort of sound. She doesn’t.

‘Okay then, extremely painful it will be!’

We gently roll Sian’s body to one side. Sophie quickly opens her asshole with another medical hole spreader. Then she takes several tubes of super glue and spreads the contents liberally around the inside of the sphincter. Well, at least I think that’s what it’s called. As Sophie takes care of Sian’s ass, I find a nice sized butt plug and spread super glue around the tip. Then as I quickly push the plug in her asshole Sophie yanks out the hole spreader. Result. One well sealed asshole.

After we roll he back onto her back, I look down at my sister and smile. ‘No longer will I have to take your shit, you bitch.’ I pause for a second and laugh. ‘Sorry for the bad pun…’

 

My Girls
Eliza’s Turn

‘Hey Eliza! How’s the cunt?’ I smile as I walk her direction. ‘ You know girl, if someone told me I would be enjoying this, I would shake my head and say no way. However, right now, there’s nothing else I would rather do than abuse that body of yours. So, what should we do next?’

I already knew what is planned. Sophie is the local expert on medieval torture it turns out. I asked if she knows of anything else we could do to that cunt. Her only question is ‘Joe, do you want to fuck her again?’ My answer is no.

‘Hey, Sophie! Can you bring me the pear, please.’ The pear of anguish, a medieval invention is placed in the cunt, and then opened. It first comfortably fills the cunt, then stretches it, and finally tears it apart. The version the group has has four sections that expand with a push of a button. You can have it expand slowly. Or you can do it fast. Me, I prefer slow. It will take an hour for it to be completely open.

‘I’m going to put this in your cunt. Press this button. And wait for it to tear you apart.’ I hold the pear in front of Ekiza’s eyes showing her how it expands. ‘Don’t worry. We’ll make sure this doesn’t kill you. After all, there’s so much more pain I want you to experience. Just hope that slab of meat of yours can stand it.’

‘But first we need to yank out that dildo and cauterize any bleeding.’ One of the staff members walks up with what looks like a small fireplace poker. A white hot poker.

I smile down at Eliza. ‘This might hurt just a bit.’

I reach in and pull out the dildo with a twisting motion. As expected blood begins to stream from the cervix.

The poker holder smiles. ‘I got this.’ With a gloved hand he opens her cunt just wide enough to let the poker pass. He quickly shoves the poker deep inside her and as quickly yanks it out. A stream of smoke follows the poker and spills out of her body onto the rack. This is followed by a strong smell of burning flesh.

The pain must have been a shock. Eliza’s face was frozen in extreme pain, but she didn’t utter a sound. A second later she let go of a blood curdling scream. It filled the building grabbing the attention of party goers on the other side of the dungeon. A second later I hear them cheer.

‘Hey sexy. They’re enjoying the show. Ready for the next act?’

Eliza tearfully shakes her head no. Then she screams out ‘Stop! Please stop. I’ll do anything! PLEASE?’

I shake my head as I shove the pear deep in her cunt and hit the button. ‘Sorry bitch. I’m just having way too much fun to stop.’ Then with a smile I add ‘You should be enjoying some excruciating pain in about thirty minutes. My guess is that it will top anything you’ve felt so far.’’ I yank on her clit. ‘Then I’ll take care of this piece of meat. It’ll give me something to chew on.’

I look at Hannah and ask. ‘Do you have some IV bags of saline? I think my sis is looking a bit dry.’

Hannah is about to say something, then a smile comes across her face. ‘I’m sure medical has some saline to spare, along with an IV line. I’ll be right back.’

Sophie walks up and squeezes my ass. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone having so much fun.’

I smile and walk over to Sian. ‘It’s all the toys I get to play with.’

I start playing with Sian’s tits and whisper ‘Well sis. Time to fill up that bladder of yours. Can’t waste a good cunt and ass job, now can we.’

Hannah comes back with a big smile, and a big bag of saline. She hangs the bag above as I continue my conversation below. ‘Your bladder and your intestine will slowly fill. The question? Which of the two will burst first. Once that happens Sophie has informed me that you’ll have about two days before you die. My goal is to squeeze in as much fun with that bod of yours before that happens. Admittedly, what I consider fun and what you do is probably different. Hopefully though, I’ll be able to give you a chance to taste your own meat. And feel the flames of the furnace lick your skin before you die.’

Hannah taps Sian’s inner wrist until she gets a good vein. She then quickly but painfully inserts the needle. Tapes it down. And starts the IV drip. Sian speaks her first words in hours. ‘FUCK YOU!’

That’s when Eliza starts to cry out. What she doesn’t know is the pear won’t do any dramatic damage, at least in is current mode. Her cunt will just become extremely tight before it slowly stops expanding. Not to say it won’t be painful, it will. But, her cunt will remain in one piece for now.

 

My Girls
Ownership

I decided it’s time to claim ownership, to treat my two cunts as property. And what better way then to brand them as I would a cow. Eliza always did complained how I treated her like a piece of meat. Never cared about her needs or wants. Only about how her tits, ass, and cunt. All of those body parts that make me very happy. Now it’s time to prove her right. As far as sis goes, I’m doing it solely for the entertainment value of watching her scream in pain.

The club has two branding irons. One is about three inches in diameter, the other six. Sophie and Hannah brought these and other tools to the racks about two hours ago. They were medium weight – you wouldn’t be able to brand a steer with one. But it should do a great job to a cunts ass. In the middle of the circle are the words THE CLUB while around the edge were the words 100 PRIME FEMALE MEAT.

To heat up the iron, I decide to use one of the torches. The hotter you can get it, the better. At least that’s my theory. I’m trying to get that six inch iron white hot. Surprisingly, it only takes a few minutes.

‘Hey girls, who wants to be first?’ I ask in a chipper voice.

Sian roars back. ‘Shit Joe! Just the fuck do it! Does it really matter who’s fuckin’ first. What a fuckin’ excuse for a man you are!’

With those words I plant the iron on the sole of her left foot. After Sian screams for a second or two, I remove it and view the results. It created a nice, clear brand.

After heating it again, I brand the upper inner thigh of the right leg. There’s a lot more sizzle and smoke this time. Damn. I don’t know what I like more. Is it the sizzle? Or is it the smell of burning flesh? What I do love is the screams I’m hearing coming from sisters mouth. Looking at that beautify piece of meat, I start to heat up smaller branding iron for one last brand. The iron finally gets white hot and ready to leave it’s mark. I gaze down at Sian looking for that perfect spot. The spot of course is obvious. I mark her left boob near the base. There’s definitely a lot of sizzle this time around.

Sian is now screaming her head off. Cursing me, Sophie and Hannah. Fuck this and fuck that. What the hell do you think you’re doing. And my favorite – ‘you’ll never get away with this.’ Hannah’s response. She walks over to the IV line and increases the drip. Sian immediately quiets down. Hannah smiles and increases the drip even more.

I walk over an whisper in Sian’s ear. ‘Well my dear sister, I think Hannah just decreased your life expectancy by a couple of hours. Oh. And in case you haven’t noticed, we are getting away with this. And even more in the hours to come. You think you’re experience pain now, just you wait.’

Now it’s Eliza’s turn with the branding irons. As with Sian I start with the bottom of one foot and the thigh of the other leg. Surprisingly, Eliza doesn’t scream as much as my sis. And at times it appears that she’s smiling. Trying to enjoy the pain. The time she has left. Now it’s time to hit her with the small iron. For just about a second, I find myself questioning what to brand next. ‘The right breast? Center it on the nipple? Damn. Do I really want to do that?’ Not because of the pain she’ll experience. But because It would leave me only one nip to play with. Then I press the iron on the top of that breast, letting it burn through the nipple. The idea of giving more pain won out. Because of all her cheating, I figure one more brand is definitely needed. Pulling the small iron off her boob, I center it on her forehead and apply just a little pressure. Don’t want to expose the skull. At least, not now. I step back and look down at that slab of meat. She now really looks owned.

I find myself yelling ‘I REALLY ENJOY THIS!’ Afterwards I turn to Eliza and ask with a big grin ‘What should I do next to Sian?’

Poor girl is finding it hard to keep things together, with the pain and all. My guess – Eliza’s about to go over the proverbial edge. Surprisingly, between the sobs she was able to answer. ‘Cut off a tit.’

I squeeze her remaining nipple. ‘I knew you wouldn’t let me down! Any particular tit you want butchered?’

She stares at me with this strange look for about ten seconds, and then yells in a scratchy voice ‘DOES IT REALLY MATTER?’

I shake my head no as I pick up a large syringe of stimulants. ‘My dear Eliza, it really doesn’t. What does matter is that you enjoy your pain as much as we do. This should help.’ I jam the syringe in her right hip and push down on the plunger. Within a few seconds the drugs were coursing through her body, giving her even more of an edge.

 

My Girls
Surprise!

I walk over to Sian and look down at her naked body. ‘Sis, you’re beginning to look a little bloated. You need to lay off those fuckin’ fluids. They’re very bad for your health.’ I run my fingers down her inner thighs. ‘Do you need to pee? Oh, that’s right. You can’t. Damn I would hate to be you right now.’ I smile as I increase the drip even more.

‘Eliza wants me to cut off one of your tits…’

‘DAMN IT JOE! ARE YOU THAT FUCKIN’ STUPID!!! SHE’S LESS THAN 20 FEET AWAY! DON’T YOU THINK I HEARD HER?’ Her anger is coursing across her face.

I smile back. ‘As I was saying, she wants me to cut of a tit. What would you like me do?’

‘Would it be too much to ask if you would cut off your dick? Preferably before I die.’ She gives a faint smile.

Sophie, standing a few feet away starts to laugh hysterically. ‘Damn it bitch, I was just thinking of doing that myself. When the time is right.’

With a look of surprise, I start to turn towards her when Hannah adds ‘We can’t leave any evidence my dear boy. And you are definitely evidence!’ Then she adds ‘But, we’re really enjoying this, so we just might make an exception.’

I stare at Sophie. ‘I thought we were going to take care of my female problem?’

‘We are. But I never said you would survive the ordeal. Killing you would be one way to solve that problem. But to be brutally honest, I love that body of yours and find myself constantly dreaming of what I could do with it. But first things first. Let’s have more fun with these two. Or are you finished?’ Sophie slowly walks towards me.

Talking about being confused! My two bitches will die, no question there. But now I find out that I just might follow them shortly afterwards. Just unless the other two bitches have a good time. Damn! What other surprises should I expect?

‘Finished! Hell no! I’m having too much fuckin’ fun, why would I stop now?’ I grab a scalpel and stare at my sis’s left breast. ‘The left breast, isn’t that your favorite one sis?’

She nods her head.

Sophie suddenly appears with a syringe in hand and sticks it in Sian’s left nipple. Slowly pushing the drugs in, she whispers ‘Just a stimulant my dear. I really do want to hear some bonafide screaming, and this should help. It will stimulate the nerves to the max and keep you conscious while Joe is having his fun. That’s important, wouldn’t you say? Joe enjoying the moment?’ She pauses and then turns towards me. ‘Just give the drugs a few minutes.’ Then she grabs my ass and whispers in my ear ‘Would you like another bitch to play with?’ Sophie slowly steps a few feet behind me with a strange smile on her face.

Shaking my head I take a scalpel and using its point lightly circle the left nipple. The drug takes effect on about the fifth time around. She starts tensing up with each pass. Then on the tenth, she starts to cry out, quietly. It’s time.

‘Well sis, let’s start with that nipple.’ I apply a little more pressure to the scalpel and go one more time around. Bright red blood slowly streams down her breast. Then taking the scalpel I very slowly slice off the nipple. Now detached I pick it up and show Sian.

A look of extreme horror is pasted on her face as Sian’s screams grow in intensity. She then all but loses it when she sees her nipple. I gently lick it, and then stuff if in her mouth.

‘Well sis, let’s first skin that breast of yours.’ I look back at Sophie; she smiles with approval.

I make a cut around the base of her breast. Just deep enough to penetrate the skin. Then I make a cut from the base up to her missing nipple. That’s where I start removing the skin. Using the scalpel I gently cut away the fat below the skin, ripping off the skin using a pair of tongs.

Sophie meanwhile is all smiles, enjoying all of the screaming. It’s so damn loud. I want to stuff something in her Sian’s mouth, but that will definitely piss off Sophie. And also Hannah. Something I can’t afford doing.

Halfway done and it looks like sis is about to pass out. Sophie comes to the rescue. Another syringe, this time in the arm. With a grin on her face Sophie steps back as I continue.

I remove the skin from her breast and hold it up for Sain to see. Her screams become more hysterical as I place the outer layer of her tit over her face.

‘This is the last step my dear cunt. I’m going to quarter your breast and then slice it them your torso.. And so you won’t bleed out, we’ll cauterize and sew that wound shut.’

I pick up a long, razor sharp knife. Using a slow, slicing motion I push the knife through her skinned breast down to her torso. I repeat the cut, quartering her breast. Then I slow cut alway each quarter, placing them around her head.

Hannah steps up with the torch and a handful of salt. She throws the salt on the wound. I didn’t think it was possible but Sian’s screams grow even louder. Hannah now quickly passes the torch over the open wound. As the skin is blackened the bleeding surprisingly stops.

Hannah smiles. ‘Admittedly the salt was added to increase the pain, but it also helps to cauterizing a large wound. So Joe, what’s next?’ She gently squeezes my nuts. Whispering in my ear she she continues ‘Before you accept Sophie’s proposal, don’t you think you really owe yourself an out of this world fuck.’ Smiling, she takes my left hand and gently strokes her clit using my fingers. She then walks back to her partner in crime, Sophie.

I glance back at the two bitches. Both are wearing a wicked smile as they squeeze the others ass. Hmmm. Which one do I want to play with? How about both?

 

My Girls
This one went to market

It’s now Eliza’s turn. Need to provide the pain while keeping some vital body parts intact. I want that last long fuck to remember her by. That leaves almost everything from her waist down in play along with her arms, hands and fingers. What should it be?

I flip that imaginary coin, and it limits my choices to below the waist. Looking at those shapely legs, something catches my attention. Her sexy toes. Red polish and all.

I walk towards her feet. ‘Hey dear. Hate to ruin such a beautiful manicure. Those toes look fantastic! You do them yourself?’

She answers will giving me a smirk, ‘You know I always go to Prestige Beauty and Hair. You should. You pay for the fuckin’ manicures!’

Walking past the table, I pick up a pair of large pair of pliers. ‘Damn. You’re right!’ I open the jaws and close it gently around the end of her her small toe nail. Left foot.

Eliza laughs. ‘Is that you’re next play? Crush my toe?’

‘No dear.’ Closing the jaws nightly around the nail, I quickly yank off her toe nail. ‘I’m going to pull off all your toe nails, then cut off your toes.’

It must have hurt. Her screams are now louder than Sians. But damn, doing that that reallyfellls good. ‘Well, Bitch, how did that feel? Ready for the next?’

Before she answers, I yank the nail off her fourth toe. Her screams are now even louder, between the sobs. I show her the two nails, shaking my head. ‘Considering what I paid I would think the polish would survive a basic nail pulling.’

 

To be continued…