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151. A BUTCHERS MAID. Pt6
A month past, Mildred, who was now known as Milly, heard on the g****vine that Kenny had been fired, she had filed for divorce. Sylvester, who she had now nicknamed Sye, had given her a job doing his books, her bruises had gone and they had spent most of the month settling down together and having lots of vanilla sex. The dungeon had not been mentioned and for the sake of peace and to let things settle, she had not mentioned the red videos. Each evening they walked ‘Charlie’ and though they had seen the two old lads, the weather had not been conducive to further adventure`s the bandstand being an open one and it having been a wet and windy autumn.
Oliver however had featured a bit, not sexually but at work, as he had a “robust black woman” called Molly a player at the club, who he had been living with for a while. They were wed one Saturday at the month`s end at the local registry office, without fuss.
Sylvester had recently bought a new shop in a nearby town, he gave the newly-wed`s the new flat and installed ‘Oliver’ as manager. It was then the sexuality kicked in once again.
One evening Sye, in a particularly playful mood, mentioned Molly and hinted that he would love to have a session with her, Milly said she had no objections if she got the use of ‘Oliver’, as she saw it she was unable to conceive anyway, so what the hell..., Sye assured her that whatever happened they were a couple and it would not affect them whatever happened.
Molly herself he knew would be amenable so he had a quiet word with ‘Oliver’ who suggested a swap for a night, saying he knew Molly wanted to try the old dog.
Sye suggested the next weekend and so it was arranged. Milly said “she was looking forward to the ‘big black’ as she had seen him on a video!”
It was that, that started them on the question of videos again, and the eyes went up to the top row.
Milly, said “is it time for me to see one of your red films?”
He said “perhaps, but only you are ready for some realy heavy film.” She said she was and he asked which one, though he knew long before he asked/
“‘Cathy’?”She said he nodded, and then she said “first tell me the background.” As she removed her clothes, as she knew the outcome of his film favourites.
He thought for a second and then said, “Well, ‘Cathy’, was a lovely lady, a lovely fuck and a pain lover” as he spoke he set up the video, running it back from his favourite place to the start. “She had a boy at school of about 10 and a husband who was a strange sort who loved to see his wife punished; he just loved to hear her scream and they were regular visitors to my dungeon as you saw in the lesser videos.” He went on “Sadly ‘Cathy’, had terminal cancer, she found it much too late, so she decided to make it pay, she contacted some of my more affluent and kinky contacts who offered to pay her a huge sum to be filmed being snuffed out. She agreed in principal and then discussed it with hubby, who after some difficult discussion decided it would be the ultimate and if she was agreeable to go with the scenario it would have the same outcome as just waiting her end in some hospice.”
“She arranged with the money folk that a place for her at a sanatorium would be paid for and a funeral, doctor`s death certificate etc arranged even if she was long gone not wanting to alert the authorities.”
“She then came to me and requested certain very precise arrangements, filming etc then a date was fixed by her and we went with that. ‘Oliver’ did the filming, and he and the hubby did the last rights after I had done her bidding. It was the most we could do as a service to the woman and to ensure it was done just as she requested.”
He began the film. ‘Cathy’, was a West Indian lady, pretty of face and big of bust and butt, however since the previous film that she had seen ‘Cathy’ in, this buxom lady had lost a lot of weight and a lot of body mass had vanished. Her face was drawn and she appeared to be in some discomfort.
She was dressed in a dressing-gown and sat to deliver a statement in the dungeon. She said; first her name and her age, then she affirmed that she was under no duress and that the film we were about to watch was her own wish, she was terminally ill and the outcome would be the same wether she was put to death at her own wish or just passed away. Before her demise she wished to be specially scourged and she had issued especial instructions about this and had, had written into the punishment book the sentence. The line in the book was shown but the rest of the page was covered up, as we have seen it said; ‘Cathy’; 25 strokes hard cat = as requested before her demise. The other book was now shown and the line; death by impalement was clearly readable.
She showed the particular cat in close up one with its tiny metal spikes in the knots and then she calmly said it was for the destruction of her breasts which she then displayed for the camera, saying she had been paid and paid well for their destruction and then her demise.
She then stood and said she would be ready in a short while and the camera went off for a while.
Sye explained to Milly that “she had last vanilla sex with ‘Oliver,’ me and her husband and then she then went to the toilet where I thought she may have taken something to subdue the coming pain a little and who could blame her.”
The film started again she stood, took off her gown and allowed the camera to take in every single inch of her body, including between her legs to show her sponsors that she was totally untouched and intact. She walked to the low whipping stool, in reality a junior school vaulting horse, she lay along the leather top no doubt as she had rehearsed, head dropping down the curved tail of the thing, her legs and arms d****d down beside the legs of the thing. Hooded hands tied her wrists and ankles to the varicose legs, and two hooded men one white one black then wrapped her breasts tightly in soft rope each man holding a nipple pinched and pulled tight while the other wrapped them tightly when they were finished they stood like twin purple topped towers above her chest.
A large hooded man, Milly recognised as Sye, appeared and the two men each kissed a nipple then withdrew the white one trailing his fingers across her lips in a final goodbye.
The hooded punisher stood to one side cat in hand waiting her bidding. The camera moved closer to her face and she managed a faint smile saying that she was now ready. She then clearly said to the punisher; “after you have finished tenderising my breasts to destruction sir please ensure they are quick to beginning my final act.” The hood nodded
“Please take your time on this as we agreed and begin now please sir I am ready to receive your pain sir” the words hardly left her lips when the first blow fell on her soft, bound purple topped breasts. blood immediately showed, small cuts appeared and she made a little whimper, a count of five then the second fell she made more noise and the blood spurted a little, another five and so it went on the whip never harder never softer, tearing at her soft meat, a count of five between each stroke her voice a scream now after just five strokes, the nipples nearly unrecognisable,
blood reddening the soft ropes the punishment continuing regularly, stroke on stroke, ten, then fifteen her voice beyond screaming now, ‘Oliver’s’ deep voice counting the strokes, eighteen, nineteen, the open but bound wounds now two rope sided pots of raw and unrecognisable meat, her lifeblood slowly dribbling from her, the bindings slowing the flow.
The hooded man, still swiping at the soft tissue regularly and steadily, Milly knew he would not waver in his task if it said twenty five then cuts then twenty five it would be. The cat swung with monotonous regularity like a pendulum, twenty four, and then twenty five the final blow. The hooded figure bowed to her, and then withdrew, his task done; she did not notice as she was well beyond that sort of reason now, her breasts what was left of them, in pain Milly watching with Sye could only attempt to imagine. She gripped his hand as she watched the men remove ‘Cathy’s, securing ropes, lift her by the arms hoist her onto the black hoods strong shoulder and carry her dripping gore down his back in a trail, to a vertical pointed spike of about four and a half feet in height and perhaps 5inches across. With the white hood holding her sex open she was gently rested onto the point, her last sexual invader. She was allowed to settle and the men stood away one to each side, keeping her upright by holding her hands, the camera swept her body, her ravaged breasts the spike spreading her sex open as it very slowly penetrated her body and finally as her face, contorted in pain her voice nearly gone now from screaming, her tears flooding, the spike crept deeper and deeper embedding itself as her legs failed to support her body in a final betrayal.
She squeezed their hands, a last gesture as the moments passed, it seeming like hours as with small jolts the spike`s tip crossed hollow voids in her body, her womb, her bowel her empty belly who knows, suddenly the lungs punctured and it was all over, she gasped her last in a near silent groan.
The hoods released her hands glad to be away now each of the men present watching fascinated as the point slowly just emerged from her throat before stopping like the stick of some bizarre lollipop.
The film faded to blackness, but it was not quite finished, a final frame or two of a large chopping block, a hooded black man cutting and boning the meat into joints and feeding dark skinned meat to an old but serviceable grinder. She was to be used as pet food. Then finally a pen with an unknown hand writing the final copperplate entry in the book, Sentence completed.
She had tears in her eyes as Sye laid her on the carpet and took her, it was urgent and the most intense sex she had ever experienced from any man, together they climaxed massively and she knew then that she had become his total soul-mate.
A month past, Mildred, who was now known as Milly, heard on the g****vine that Kenny had been fired, she had filed for divorce. Sylvester, who she had now nicknamed Sye, had given her a job doing his books, her bruises had gone and they had spent most of the month settling down together and having lots of vanilla sex. The dungeon had not been mentioned and for the sake of peace and to let things settle, she had not mentioned the red videos. Each evening they walked ‘Charlie’ and though they had seen the two old lads, the weather had not been conducive to further adventure`s the bandstand being an open one and it having been a wet and windy autumn.
Oliver however had featured a bit, not sexually but at work, as he had a “robust black woman” called Molly a player at the club, who he had been living with for a while. They were wed one Saturday at the month`s end at the local registry office, without fuss.
Sylvester had recently bought a new shop in a nearby town, he gave the newly-wed`s the new flat and installed ‘Oliver’ as manager. It was then the sexuality kicked in once again.
One evening Sye, in a particularly playful mood, mentioned Molly and hinted that he would love to have a session with her, Milly said she had no objections if she got the use of ‘Oliver’, as she saw it she was unable to conceive anyway, so what the hell..., Sye assured her that whatever happened they were a couple and it would not affect them whatever happened.
Molly herself he knew would be amenable so he had a quiet word with ‘Oliver’ who suggested a swap for a night, saying he knew Molly wanted to try the old dog.
Sye suggested the next weekend and so it was arranged. Milly said “she was looking forward to the ‘big black’ as she had seen him on a video!”
It was that, that started them on the question of videos again, and the eyes went up to the top row.
Milly, said “is it time for me to see one of your red films?”
He said “perhaps, but only you are ready for some realy heavy film.” She said she was and he asked which one, though he knew long before he asked/
“‘Cathy’?”She said he nodded, and then she said “first tell me the background.” As she removed her clothes, as she knew the outcome of his film favourites.
He thought for a second and then said, “Well, ‘Cathy’, was a lovely lady, a lovely fuck and a pain lover” as he spoke he set up the video, running it back from his favourite place to the start. “She had a boy at school of about 10 and a husband who was a strange sort who loved to see his wife punished; he just loved to hear her scream and they were regular visitors to my dungeon as you saw in the lesser videos.” He went on “Sadly ‘Cathy’, had terminal cancer, she found it much too late, so she decided to make it pay, she contacted some of my more affluent and kinky contacts who offered to pay her a huge sum to be filmed being snuffed out. She agreed in principal and then discussed it with hubby, who after some difficult discussion decided it would be the ultimate and if she was agreeable to go with the scenario it would have the same outcome as just waiting her end in some hospice.”
“She arranged with the money folk that a place for her at a sanatorium would be paid for and a funeral, doctor`s death certificate etc arranged even if she was long gone not wanting to alert the authorities.”
“She then came to me and requested certain very precise arrangements, filming etc then a date was fixed by her and we went with that. ‘Oliver’ did the filming, and he and the hubby did the last rights after I had done her bidding. It was the most we could do as a service to the woman and to ensure it was done just as she requested.”
He began the film. ‘Cathy’, was a West Indian lady, pretty of face and big of bust and butt, however since the previous film that she had seen ‘Cathy’ in, this buxom lady had lost a lot of weight and a lot of body mass had vanished. Her face was drawn and she appeared to be in some discomfort.
She was dressed in a dressing-gown and sat to deliver a statement in the dungeon. She said; first her name and her age, then she affirmed that she was under no duress and that the film we were about to watch was her own wish, she was terminally ill and the outcome would be the same wether she was put to death at her own wish or just passed away. Before her demise she wished to be specially scourged and she had issued especial instructions about this and had, had written into the punishment book the sentence. The line in the book was shown but the rest of the page was covered up, as we have seen it said; ‘Cathy’; 25 strokes hard cat = as requested before her demise. The other book was now shown and the line; death by impalement was clearly readable.
She showed the particular cat in close up one with its tiny metal spikes in the knots and then she calmly said it was for the destruction of her breasts which she then displayed for the camera, saying she had been paid and paid well for their destruction and then her demise.
She then stood and said she would be ready in a short while and the camera went off for a while.
Sye explained to Milly that “she had last vanilla sex with ‘Oliver,’ me and her husband and then she then went to the toilet where I thought she may have taken something to subdue the coming pain a little and who could blame her.”
The film started again she stood, took off her gown and allowed the camera to take in every single inch of her body, including between her legs to show her sponsors that she was totally untouched and intact. She walked to the low whipping stool, in reality a junior school vaulting horse, she lay along the leather top no doubt as she had rehearsed, head dropping down the curved tail of the thing, her legs and arms d****d down beside the legs of the thing. Hooded hands tied her wrists and ankles to the varicose legs, and two hooded men one white one black then wrapped her breasts tightly in soft rope each man holding a nipple pinched and pulled tight while the other wrapped them tightly when they were finished they stood like twin purple topped towers above her chest.
A large hooded man, Milly recognised as Sye, appeared and the two men each kissed a nipple then withdrew the white one trailing his fingers across her lips in a final goodbye.
The hooded punisher stood to one side cat in hand waiting her bidding. The camera moved closer to her face and she managed a faint smile saying that she was now ready. She then clearly said to the punisher; “after you have finished tenderising my breasts to destruction sir please ensure they are quick to beginning my final act.” The hood nodded
“Please take your time on this as we agreed and begin now please sir I am ready to receive your pain sir” the words hardly left her lips when the first blow fell on her soft, bound purple topped breasts. blood immediately showed, small cuts appeared and she made a little whimper, a count of five then the second fell she made more noise and the blood spurted a little, another five and so it went on the whip never harder never softer, tearing at her soft meat, a count of five between each stroke her voice a scream now after just five strokes, the nipples nearly unrecognisable,
blood reddening the soft ropes the punishment continuing regularly, stroke on stroke, ten, then fifteen her voice beyond screaming now, ‘Oliver’s’ deep voice counting the strokes, eighteen, nineteen, the open but bound wounds now two rope sided pots of raw and unrecognisable meat, her lifeblood slowly dribbling from her, the bindings slowing the flow.
The hooded man, still swiping at the soft tissue regularly and steadily, Milly knew he would not waver in his task if it said twenty five then cuts then twenty five it would be. The cat swung with monotonous regularity like a pendulum, twenty four, and then twenty five the final blow. The hooded figure bowed to her, and then withdrew, his task done; she did not notice as she was well beyond that sort of reason now, her breasts what was left of them, in pain Milly watching with Sye could only attempt to imagine. She gripped his hand as she watched the men remove ‘Cathy’s, securing ropes, lift her by the arms hoist her onto the black hoods strong shoulder and carry her dripping gore down his back in a trail, to a vertical pointed spike of about four and a half feet in height and perhaps 5inches across. With the white hood holding her sex open she was gently rested onto the point, her last sexual invader. She was allowed to settle and the men stood away one to each side, keeping her upright by holding her hands, the camera swept her body, her ravaged breasts the spike spreading her sex open as it very slowly penetrated her body and finally as her face, contorted in pain her voice nearly gone now from screaming, her tears flooding, the spike crept deeper and deeper embedding itself as her legs failed to support her body in a final betrayal.
She squeezed their hands, a last gesture as the moments passed, it seeming like hours as with small jolts the spike`s tip crossed hollow voids in her body, her womb, her bowel her empty belly who knows, suddenly the lungs punctured and it was all over, she gasped her last in a near silent groan.
The hoods released her hands glad to be away now each of the men present watching fascinated as the point slowly just emerged from her throat before stopping like the stick of some bizarre lollipop.
The film faded to blackness, but it was not quite finished, a final frame or two of a large chopping block, a hooded black man cutting and boning the meat into joints and feeding dark skinned meat to an old but serviceable grinder. She was to be used as pet food. Then finally a pen with an unknown hand writing the final copperplate entry in the book, Sentence completed.
She had tears in her eyes as Sye laid her on the carpet and took her, it was urgent and the most intense sex she had ever experienced from any man, together they climaxed massively and she knew then that she had become his total soul-mate.
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