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The Mayflies’ Chapter C

They began again, the soft flogger warming her body for a number of strokes. He nodded to Trudy, a signal for her to up the pace.
She turned to Jane and said that her master required her to draw blood with a whip.
Jane nodded shrugged then repeated “we have agreed if he wishes me to suffer for him so be it!” it was Trudy`s turn to shrug, kneeling to fit a spreader bar between the victim`s ankles, spreading her legs and making her feel very vulnerable, Trudy stood, smiled, then dug into the bag, returning with a short single tail whip that had been modified with three eighteen inch long thongs knotted at the ends, it was a formidable weapon, and it was carefully shown to the victim to be, before its use.
Jane braced herself for the first blow to land; the leather wrapped itself round her body, the thongs accelerating as they wrapped themselves round her, the knots causing pain as they bit into her belly. She moaned as tiny droplets of her blood appeared when the leather fell away. Trudy smiled and he was obviously exited as he muttered “again, again!”
The whip raised and the thongs whistled as the leather descended, this time as it struck she screamed, the main whip hitting across her back, the thongs swung under her armpit and embraced her right breast, three marks on the side of her breast immediately showed red drops, as the thongs fell away to appear again after a second or two in the same area, with the same effect, the body shook as each hit occurred the whole body wriggling as if to avoid the reach of the lash.
Trudy changed position and the process was repeated in the other direction. Her cries were louder this time, to his obvious joy, still he asked for more.
Trudy still happy to comply asked where and he suggested “her arse, mark her arse,”
The answer was another whistling swing and a crack as the leather hit home, her hip showed a single stripe but her soft cheek tore as the thongs cut her buttock.
The body shook, the voice screamed and the tears fell, a quick change of the hand for the whip and another whistling stroke was on its way, this time the other hip and the same cutting effect but on the other cheek.
Her cry was pitiful, his joy as his hand became faster easy to see and his plea that Trudy administered the final blow as they had agreed. Through her tears Jane saw the smile on Trudy`s face as she moved behind the helpless woman, she felt the wind as the whip swung past her back in an upward circle, like a windmill swish, swish the leather, each time she readied herself for the strike of the knots, each time the leather missed her and she felt it pass her backside, his hand now a blur on his tool he nodded to Trudy and she stepped closer,
The flaying tail shuddered to a smart halt on her tail bone, in itself a horrific pain, but the thongs, those long leather thongs curling up between her cleft striking the brown puckered ring of her rosebud. The tips, those terrible blood soaked knots just reaching her labia, in an embrace that made Jane involuntarily leap upwards and double the decibels of her screams before fainting to collapse hanging by the wrists. His seed in a huge arc spraying the dusty floor as he slumped back in his deckchair. Trudy breathing deeply looked flushed; she too had had a climax of epic proportions.
Together they released the victim her eyes fluttering as she began to rejoin them, her partner lifting her over his shoulder and carrying her to the bedroom. Laying her on the soft bedding and kissing her his thanks.
Trudy wiped her body over with a sterile wash cloth and some antiseptic ointment, especially on the sex, buttocks and breasts, splashing witch-hazel on the other bruised areas.
Together he and Trudy left her to sleep. They retreated to the kitchen, before Trudy nearly an hour later departed to her home and a tired father collapsed into their bed, his hand gently caressing her torn and bruised body, his mind a whirl of guilt.

Twas on the Monday morning they lay in their bed together, slowly facing the coming week and coming to fully awake, that dreamy few moments we all get sometimes.
She snuggled against him he with his arm under her, in that warm embrace of real lovers. She winced a little, chiding him to take care, as she was still sore from yesterday.
Suddenly it was all back in Technicolor, the lesbian Trudy her whip in hand tearing at his lovers body and to his embarrassment he had found her pain really enjoyable, to the point of orgasm more than once.
She kissed him gently and quietly asked “if he had enjoyed the adventure yesterday?
To which he answered that “he really had, though he could not tell her why and he now felt guilty that she had suffered so badly.”
Again she kissed him, then haltingly said that “ it had been a fantastic experience and that she had strangely enjoyed being used and punished, for him and now wanted more though she was sore and bruised this morning it had been something special.”
He regarded her with some amazement, having expected her to say `never again. He asked if she still wanted the sadist as in her bucket list and her reply of “why not?” was also a surprise. She then went on to surprise him even more by saying she had been thinking along the lines of the weekend for her eventual end if he could bear it. “we need to talk and make plans anyway as I have been suffering the first twinges of the pain they predicted and I feel it must be sooner rather than later, perhaps just a fortnight at the most, though I don’t want you to end your life at the same time if you have had second thoughts!”
He lay quiet for a long moment then he carefully explained his thinking on the “adventure” saying that “he had for some reason he did not understand enjoyed watching her be used and abused more than anything they had done together so far, he felt guilty about what had happened after she had been put to bed, but had not felt guilt just lust during the time it had happened.”
Her eyebrows raised at that and she was about to speak when he went on that “as to our end, I feel I don’t wish to carry on and anyway as the law stands about euthanasia, I would probably end up in a jail if I lived on and we can`t involve Trudy or anyone else in the final act for the same reason that is not my wish, no we must give it consideration and soon but I`m coming with you however painful.”
She nodded her agreement, kissed him then asked what had happened after she retired to her bed yesterday?
He coloured up then said that “he had been so randy and so had Trudy that despite her being a lesbian he had laid her on the kitchen table and fetched her to a fantastic orgasm by tongue and finger, she didn’t allow him to use his dick in her, but had given him the most fantastic hand job before she left, he was more guilty about that `act behind her back’ than about the adventure downstairs.”
She began to laugh then sent him to make breakfast in bed for them as a penance.
Over the meal they talked of her wish to be humiliated and used again at least once more, and she when asked, told him of the feelings when that last stroke was administered, the waiting for that stroke being the most erotic thing she had ever endured, and she then went on to say ”she wished before her death that as part of the final ritual she was to be mutilated, as she had a long held fear that some n*********a loving undertaker would ever be able to use her dead body.” He laughed and said she would never know anyway, but her reply touched his heart when she said “she wished the last man ever to use her body in anyway must be her all time lover, not some strange stranger getting a cheap thrill!”
A conversation stopper of mighty proportions, the sat in silence for some time till he simply said “if that`s definitely what you want my sweet, ok it`s your body”
His hand slid down to her sex but she winced, so he did not pursue his claim, kissing her and suggested that he treat her cuts with creams and potions refraining from virginal sex for a day or too, not least as she had a doctor`s appointment on the coming Friday and explaining these multitude of tiny cuts might bring down authority on their heads just when they least needed interference.
This then set the tone for the week, nature making its appearance anyway in the form of her period despite her sterility and though she had helped him out with a blow job or two it was Friday morning when the doctor`s had been visited that she pronounced herself available again.
His reply to that was to take her to bed that afternoon for a long and deep session of vanilla sex during which he said that on the Sunday he had a sadist coming to visit and he would allow her to pick her own clothing for the session but that the chap had asked that it must be clothes she used to use for her secretarial work, but underneath must be really sexy and include stockings.
She asked as to what time she should be ready and was told that he would be here at 10 and she would not be secured but she would give herself to the man wholeheartedly regardless of if she wanted too or not. She asked who it would be, but on that he was tight lipped though he did say it was a man this time, though she had already worked that out and that he had arranged that he would not be soft pain-wise and would have her sexually which Trudy had not, though he was forbidden to use a whip or damage her below the waist especially her sex “as I am not going to be deprived again regardless of your condition come Monday life`s just too short.”
He added that after hand over he had agreed he was not to be present for the first introduction session, though that would be a short one and he would be there for the rest of for her a long day, wether she liked it or not. When asked if she was “still up for it?” She paled a little but nodded briefly saying “I will give myself to him for you.”
Later he caught the tail of a conversation, she had been in the bath luxuriating before bed and was redressing when the phone had rung and he had answered it.
He hung up as she arrived in the kitchen and he told her that Trudy and her partner had been the caller they had asked him if they could come and talk in the morning, but would not elaborate other than to say it was to ask a favour. Curiosity pricked they went off to bed.
After breakfast next day the front door bell went and there stood Trudy with her partner, a tall dark West- Indian girl named Elain, with a fabulous bust, they were soon sat with coffee in the sitting room introductions over.
Trudy started by saying that “the other day when it was over he had given her the impression he was keen to have sex with her,” he nodded she went on that it had not been in her gift as her partner knew she was there to abuse Jane but she would have felt like a cheat to have slept with a man without her say so”
Elain and she had been talking over the wish to have a c***d, naturally it was something as two women that was a non starter, but she had suggested that perhaps if Jane was in favour, as he was so keen he would oblige.
Glances were exchanged, and then nods of approval by Jane saying that as Trudy had done so well last week and as it would mean that they could leave something in this world she thought it a good idea.
Elain then said that there was a snag in that they could not make up their minds which woman was to carry the c***d, but he answered that by suggesting “they both had sex then nature could decide and perhaps either or neither would be lucky!”
Jane then asked him to make more coffee as she wished to ask the girls to do her a favour in return. Without comment he rose and collected the cups and went out. It was a strange conversation, Jane explained the situation and the details of the bucket list Jane explained about the sadist coming on the morrow as part of the list and she was expecting to be out of the running on at least Monday so would the two ladies like to “occupy him from Monday then he could service one a day alternate to ensure one or both became with c***d and saving her from more discomfort.
Then finally she explained the pact and the wish for both to die together before the pain overtook her and that the time was fast approaching. There was a silence you could have cut. Jane began again, explaining that she did not want them to assist in the suicides, both ladies looked relieved, but she said she did want them to assist a while before then to go somewhere to establish a rock solid alibi to save them from any problems.
Trudy asked what she wanted them to do and Jane explained her morbid horror of some man she didn’t know or have knowledge of using her after her death, she wished her partner to be her last and her sex destroyed or sealed beyond use after his last ride. How, she would leave to them but she had enjoyed that whip if that was any help. Leaving them to talk she arose and went to help him with the coffee.
They returned after a short while and the girls agreed to the request saying it was a fantasy they had long held to be allowed to butcher a fine body, which they felt an honour Elain saying as a newcomer she would also love to spend gentle time with Jane, which they all thought a good idea. It was decided that as Trudy wanted Elain to enjoy Jane before any sadist gets to her and spoilt her body, Trudy would go with her donor first in the second bedroom leaving the girls the main bed to play in. The bedroom doors were to be left open so each could hear the others enjoyment cuckold style.
Two hours now past in gentle and friendly vanilla sex, caresses, kisses, orgasms aplenty and in Trudy`s case filling, though the girls did their best with Elain `s favourite strap on from her handbag, tiredly the four sat for a hasty meal, before the partners changed, another hour and they were all asleep exhaustion overtaking them
The two women went home late and the pair returned to their bed sated to sleep the night away without a thought of the day to come.
By 8 on Sunday morning they were up and had eaten a light breakfast, and at his request made sandwiches, she toileted herself and bathed, She shunned makeup never having required it, checking her body from all sides in the long mirror and wondering what was to befall her this day.
She dressed slowly, lacy bra, wispy G string and a garter belt to match, all in dark red they were good, sexy and expensive but she now felt they were expendable, as she wistfully thought, even if she wore two sets a day she had enough for a fortnight and she was now not expecting to need them all.
Stockings next, slithering them sensuously up her legs, clipping them to the belt before again she checked her looks. Next the white secretarial blouse, the bra showing through the thin white material perfectly.
The skirt dark blue, stern and shear, with a jacket to match, drop earrings and a matching velvet collar with a pearl pendent, and flat heeled shoes finished the ensemble, a dab of perfume and she emerged to stand waiting in the hallway at a few moments to 10. Her heart thumping loudly, she stood in silence, there being nothing else to say.
He sat on the hall seat admiring her proud of his daughter and partner stood waiting for someone she hated to use her mercilessly just to please him.
The bell rang, she glanced at him in a sudden show of the panic she was feeling, he motioned her to the door, on jelly legs she stepped forward and twisted the handle, opening the solid oak door to find on the step ....Maggs her old boss, a small holdall in hand!
She looked past him looking and praying for another visitor, but Maggs was the only one in view her heart missed a beat.
She stepped back in shock, her face a mask of fear as a voice she recognised as her own asked “what do you want?”
Maggs slowly and precisely said “I am here to use you my dear” and then began to smile slimily as he stepped inside and softly closed the door.
She shot a glance at her smiling partner still sat awaiting her reaction, Maggs the miserable groping old bastard, she had had to avoid for the two whole years of working for him, here and now and here to use her body. Maggs stood surveying her with a smile that said he was a cat that had finally got the cream, she in turn was ignoring him and looking at her father with a face with question written all over it.
Her father laughed and said “you wanted humiliation, what is more humiliating than having to give yourself finally to a man that you dislike and have evaded for years, and you wanted a sadist he is all of that and is bearing a grudge in your case as you told him to go away on that first week. So are you going to do as I asked or not?”
She poked her tongue out at him, turned to Maggs and said “tell me what you want me to do then sir my father says my body is yours.”
The slimy Maggs began to smile, “I am glad your dressed for me as you used too at my office miss high and mighty, your tits goading me into a state of frustration every evening, do you know you were the only secretary I ever had who did not allow me her body at least once, you will pay for that my girl.” She shuddered as his grimy paw slithered over her jacket tracing the outline of her bust.
He unzipped his fly and produced a thick and long fully skinned penis, pointed at it and whispered “kneel” while pointing at himself. She shot a glance at her father who blew her a kiss then stood and set off to the kitchen. She stood turned to him and knelt to do his bidding taking the flaccid tool into her mouth expecting to have to give him a blow job. Hardly had his tool hit her tongue than she tasted his piss, he was filling her mouth using her as his toilet and telling her if she spilt any he would make her suffer even more. Her gag reflex came near to her throwing up but she managed to drink down his golden river, dribbles escaping her lips at both corner`s and dribbling onto her jacket and the carpet. “Stand” he commanded, she stood, glad it was over, but knowing it was just the beginning.
He pointed to the front room she led the way, “open the curtain on that French window” he commanded, she did as asked, silently thanking god the traffic here was very light on Sunday`s and neighbours distant.
Maggs now told her he wanted to see her body and had wanted to do so for years so to remove the suit.
She began with the jacket dr****g it over the armchair back, the skirt followed dropping to the floor and her stepping out of it daintily, then folding it to join the jacket. He sat watching her as she removed each item like a vulture at a death, revelling at her red face as he sat smiling greasily. The buttons of the blouse opened one at a time then the garment joined the others on the chair back, he motioned her to do a twirl, which she did ever conscious of the full length window behind her.
Then he told her she was to “remove her bra and show him and then the world her magnificent tits,” which she did to his Immense joy, allowing him a moment or two`s viewing before facing the window “now missy you must stand there with your hands on your head till someone passes then tell me, do you understand?” She said “she understood” and took up the position.
He said that “he had promised her dad that he would not hurt her precious fanny, so for now she could keep her lower clothing , but he would be ‘shagging her later’ and she would be losing her knickers then.”
“Your tits though miss will be black and blue when I am done and they will ache till you beg your dad to put you out of your misery, I know what you face, your dad explained it to me and believe it or not I am genuinely sorry to hear it, it will be a waste of a very lovely body.”
Tears ran down her face at that, as she stood awaiting a passing motorist of perhaps a cyclist or some-one on foot, anyone to be allowed to move, her arms began to ache, while he went on that “he had instructed her dad to set up his workmate vice out in his shed with a heavy balk of wood, she would be attached to it soon by her nipples and then would be left while they had dinner to understand that teasing him was not a thing to do lightly, did she understand ?”
She nodded not knowing how he was going to secure her, but knowing she would not enjoy it. It took 20 minutes till an old lad on a bike went past, he glanced at her as she called Maggs, then the old lad took a second longer look, wobbled then fell into the long grass to Magg`s obvious enjoyment as he closed the curtain.
“That made his day” he grunted then turned her from the window and took her wrists, the arms were taken behind her and she quickly found her wrists secured in a most efficient way with a short rope.
He told her to lead him out to her father`s shed which she did, Magg`s holding each door in a most gentlemanly way and assisting his victim down the steps to prevent her falling. The door to the shed was open and in the centre was a workmate on a low box with a balk of solid wood clamped in its jaws and a rope hanging from the overhead beam. Sitting on the workbench to one side was her father, swinging his legs and awaiting her arrival.
Maggs to her amazement said that the road had had few takers this morning then told of the old boy and laughed as he secured her wrists to the rope bending her forward as he did so, till her nipples lay on the baulk.
He began playing with her nipples which soon began to stiffen. Smiling at her he produced a large nail and a claw hammer her face drained as he placed the point above her right nipple and before she could protest clouted the nail head hard forcing the nail through the meat and into the wood, she began to scream, as he bent the nail head over securing her positively and securely. Tears fell like a waterfall as handed the hammer and another nail to her father as he tugged on the other nipple.
Knowing what was about to happen; her eyes became saucer size, as the point touched the skin and he hesitated, that increased the anxiety, and she fixed her gaze on his eye as if to say do it or leave me alone.
His lips silently said that he loved her then he swung the hammer forcing that big nail through her breast in one stroke, her scream pitiful as Maggs took the hammer and bent the nail as its sister, her sobs loud now, he released the baulk from the jaws and removed the workmate from supporting the wood. The weight hung now stretching her skin and renewing her screams.
She heard the door close and she was alone, the two men had gone to have a bite to eat, she having made sandwiches at his request at breakfast time she now knew why, she hoped they would choke on them, and then thought better of it in her position.
Her mind a blur of pain now, tears falling from her eyes to the stone floor as she sobbed.
30 minutes later the pair returned Maggs with crop in hand to strike at her shoulders, she moved as the crop struck, and the baulk swung wildly, when the crop struck the second time she did not move again.
Her father partially supported the baulk with the work-mate; before the two men now each with a crop, took a breast apiece and began using them on the stretched skin. Another twenty long minutes past before they were satisfied with the colour of the breasts. Her tears long since stopped her supply having run out, the water replaced by soft gasping sobs.
She hardly registered the cutting off of her knickers; or the filling of her body with his penis and shortly his seed.
He then thanked her father kissed her and to her surprise her aggressor abruptly left, she was very glad.
Father stooped to kiss her telling her he was proud and asking if he could fuck her before releasing her, her eyes told him she no longer cared, he was quickly mounted and while in the saddle undid her cramped arms she steadied herself on the workmate trying to ease the pain in her breasts.
She felt his stroke speed up and then the heat of his seed; she was soon released though the nails hurt as they withdrew. Her painful breasts cradled in her arms, together they staggered to the house her in just the belt and nylons. She sat at the table, her beaten breasts throbbing and bleeding, her sex leaking, and her ragged breath returning slowly to normal.
“thank god that`s over, I hope I did you proud “she said, kissing him, he agreed that it had been fantastic and beyond his wildest dreams.
“I have just one more lot of sexual pain to endure when the girls at my own request destroy my sex forever and I shall be d**gged up for that believe me.” He asked her to explain about the d**gs, which she did, telling him again of her fears about the undertakers and her begging the two girls to ruin her forever on the morning of the pact. She just wanted now for them both to drift off on pain killers after the girls had been seen elsewhere, so they would not be implicated.
He agreed with that saying it was her body and he was glad that it was not him being asked to mutilate it but asked if before they did the deed he be allowed to use her a last time as he wanted her to go to her grave full of his seed. She shrugged and said “that was the whole idea thank you” and then kissed him yet again.
“We need to fix a date” she said and he laughed saying she needed time to recover first but it needed to be soon, so perhaps next weekend.
They decided on the Sunday being the appointed day and it was suddenly all cut and dried.
He treated her wounds and together they fed before taking themselves to bed, it was the night for cuddles not sex,
Monday came and the doctor called and he didn’t bother to examine her, her pain was obvious and genuine, unknown to him he was treating the symptoms of her bruised and battered breasts, not as yet the disease! He prescribing her morphine for the pain, mentioned a district nurse which they declined yet and some capsules that he told father “would put her into a near sleep whenever the pain was just too much,” he warned him of overdosing as with the morphine it could be a lethal combination.
Trudy and Elian arrived after tea, by then he had fetched her prescription and she was sat watching the television on the sofa in her housecoat all she could bear on her still very tender breasts. They asked about the sadist session and, to their amazement, were shown the evidence she described what had happened and Trudy took her into her arms comforting her like a baby while Elain took her turn with the donor, suffice to say they all left satisfied, Jane by her lovers tongue Tuesday came the ladies when they arrived swapping between the donor and the slowly recovering Jane, as did they on Wednesday.
By the Thursday evening the girls were staying all night all four shareing the big bed in a glorious romp, after which over coco the girls were told of Sunday, there was tears and sniffles, but they soon past and they played again for the remainder of the night.
The girls vowed to not stay on the Saturday night feeling that the pair should be alone, but they wouldn’t hear of it. On Friday they all went for a picnic visiting places that Jane and he picked, Elain getting her donation at a local abbey ruin and Trudy later at the back of a public house in a nearby village. Both girls took pregnancy tests and both found they were pregnant; there was a great celebration with cake and champagne for that. They returned nearly drunk and together they slept the night away each waking at odd times to enjoy a moment or two of passionate embrace with whoever was nearest.
Saturday was spent in sorting out things for the two girls that they had no further use for, and writing a proper will that disposed of the furniture to charities, and the rest to the women, later sitting in front of the television Jane explained the form for the next day.
She said that after breakfast she would take some of the pills that the doctor had prescribed, after he had had her for the last time they could lay her on the table and destroy her sex, they were to enjoy the act fully they must be thorough and then lace the thing closed for ever, he would be taking the blame for that and he wrote a detailed note explain the pact and the mutilation, so there was no need to clean up, and after it was over they were just go making sure they were seen by someone in authority elsewhere, then phone here he would administer the morphine and they would drift off forever.
Jane then said she felt she had suffered for them now would they all mind if she returned the favour, it being a night that she wanted to be distracted as she did not feel she could sleep.
He said that seemed only fair, and Trudy agreed but said that she must remember they were to destroy her sex later so that would give them a final chance of revenge. They all laughed then Jane kissed him and said perhaps they would enjoy that but would he be able to accept the amount of pain she had in mind to deal out to him? He just smiled, and nodded it was only fair.
She said “she owed Trudy some cuts of that whip, and she may like to do the same for Elain.” They all laughed and it was agreed that they were hardly about to sleep on this momentous night in view of the coming morning. He took half a capsule partly to check they worked and partly to help him through the ordeal.
Jane whispered to her ladies then went outside, the three adjourned to the cellar the two ladies removed his clothing then their own, a short rope was produced and he was soon strung up as a naked Jane reappeared Trudy`s whip and her blindfold in hand, she blindfolded him then began gently to whip his backside while the ladies slipped away. They were soon back.
The sting of the whip increased, and then the blindfold was removed. A hand on his nipples and a black hand fondled his balls, the third his fast growing penis, in front of him was the baulk of bloodstained wood and the workmate, he let out an involuntary squeak as he realised what was intended as they each had a short nail in hand but by now the d**g had him in a devil may care mood and he was enjoying their caresses.
Stiff now they lowered the penis to the wood, the dark hand gripping it hard as his lovely partner gently lined up his foreskin and placed the nail point, jabbing it into the tender skin. Suddenly the hammer struck, his scream was short and loud.
Each side of his scrotal sack was now pulled forward and the nails in turn hammered home, tears fell again, as the baulk was set free from its secure site on the workmate to dangle down stretching him to a length that before he would have thought impossible, they left him still secured, and in fierce pain wishing he had taken more of that capsule.
Elain knelt before Jane, spread her legs wide and waited; her face to the floor and her hands holding her sex open in an obvious display of her readiness. The stubby whip obligingly descended the length of her back, those vicious barbs swinging into her cleft, the strands curving into her pink sex, striking finally at her clit in a tremendous burst of pain.
She screamed and rolled to her left holding her sex with both hands, rolling away making way for her somewhat reluctant partner Trudy, the woman knelt and leant forward quietly whispering that she fully deserved two hard strokes, then taking the same position her face on Jane`s foot.
Distracted as he was with the still eye watering pain of his stretched sexual organ he watched fascinated as his partner swung the whip with the same accuracy, the whip acting as before, striking her targets lower back and curling into her sex in a caress of shear tearing pain. Somehow the woman kept her place though vocal and the lash quickly descended yet again, this time the already painful sex took the full force Jane could muster, Trudy screamed and fell forward tears filling her eyes as she rolled around in agony.
The two whipped women took a while returning to their feet, Jane meanwhile used the claw hammer to remove the three nails from his tool together with the arm bindings. They returned to the kitchen, Jane remarking it seemed ridiculous to wait the remaining night out.
By mutual consent they decided now was the time for the final act, Jane fetched the written will and he the letter taking responsibility. She fetched the remaining capsules of which she took two then filled the morphine needle.
They drank the remaining champagne waiting for the pills to begin their work, the girls donning rubber gloves.
She lay down on the hard floor and he slid his damaged penis into her for the very last time, the pain of his pierced foreskin added to the speed and power of this his last ride as together they soon passed the point of no return, together they had a final huge climax and his last seed spewed into her soft and warm cleft, before he withdrew kissing her now full sex as he stepped back.
By now the pills had taken some hold, they all helped her to the tabletop and she lay back, smiling at him as he took hold of both of her hands. She asked that they tie her legs wide open, with a washing line she had pre thought to fetch, her ankles and her knees were soon splayed out and secure, she was smiling and chatting inanely to him saying she wanted to watch what the girls were doing.
He fetched the mirror on its stand and stood it between her legs so that she could watch her own sex being desecrated. He placed a pillow to support her head and took her hands yet again.
She told the two ladies they could now begin but that they were to enjoy their work and use the opportunity to enjoy their most bizarre wishes as this was a once in a lifetime offer, she chuckled then lay back squeezing his hand tightly.
Elain pinched her clitorise, there was no huge reaction bar a giggle, and they knew she was ready.
They would play first and the two women fetched from their bag a large bodkin and a long length of ribbon, there was also a carving knife.
They soon also had a long thin needle apiece first probing her clitorise, eliciting a long low moan, proving she could still feel the pain to some level but was so out of it that she had no cares.
Slowly they forced the needles through the soft tissue of the small buds hood from either side, there was a little reaction bar a groan but nothing major, she talked to him explaining that she could feel some discomfort and was enjoying the spectacle. They stopped when the two needles stood bizarrely from her now bleeding clitorise as she laughing asked for more, they said they had none that were sterile and she began to laugh at that saying she was soon going so what the hell, she sent Elain to her dressing table to fetch some of her collection of ancient hatpins.
She returned with a handful of vicious decorated steel pins some 7 and 8 inches long. She muttered for them “not to forget her tits” she released one hand and selected two if the longest and prettiest. One at a time they slowly pushed those huge pins into her, down through her breasts a pair of flower topped pins, the points bursting through the lower skin to rest scratching the points on her belly. Jane, chuckling asked for them to remain after her death as they would be a talking point. That fetched a brief smile to every face.
The remainder they probed her sex with until she had a number of tiny pinholes in the pink and soft channel, her labia and the hood of the still spiked clitorise
Fearful of the capsules wearing off, at her request they removed the invading steel, one at a time the old pins came from her soft skin, blood began to run a little leaving the breast adornments as she had asked.
“Now I feel detached from the scene, like watching a porn movie” she laughed “ so remove the rest, mutilate me and cut slowly I wish to feel it” Trudy staunched the flow with a towel as Elain fetched the carving knife, slowly oh so slowly Trudy took a slice from the labia, blood flowing freely now smothering the naked woman with the long knife, she passed the blade across to her mate and the other lip soon parted company with the now writhing body, the clitorise now came up for butchery, its hood and its body coming away in one lump, they held it to her lips so she could kiss it goodbye before they pushed it and the other remains deep into her seed filled womb.
Jane quietly groaning now; nodded her thanks as the wicked blade was forced up into her body in one last terrible cut. As it was removed Elain began sewing pulling the wrecked sex closed as she placed each stitch through the available meat finishing with a neat if bloody lace bow.
Both women now kissed the victim, who thanked them for their final careful work, they then kissed him goodbye tears flowed.
They had a very quick shower to remove the blood, and then dressed before leaving, not wishing to return to the charnel house that had once been a kitchen and time being of the essence before Jane simply bled to death.
He heard the front door close and the car drive rapidly away.
Time passed slowly he took the remaining pills as her blood dripped from the table to the floor in a regular plop, plop, plop as they awaited the call.
The phone shrilled and he lifted the receiver, he did not speak as a female voice just said “sorted, goodbye”
He said “goodbye” in a flat and emotionless voice and then replaced the receiver.
He kissed his now near fainting daughter and through a veil of tears injected the phial of morphine, first in her arm, then in his own. Saying quietly “Goodbye cruel world” as he d****d himself over her body their lips welded in a final deep kiss
It was soon over just as the sun rose on just another day.
Much later two pregnant lesbian ladies, hand in hand, relieved and tearfully, read the headlines in the local paper, it said;
`Local canary fancier kills himself and his terminally ill daughter in a bizarre sex suicide pact. Coroner`s report on page 3. `