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KILLING SUE TURTON & MARY NIGHTINGALE

By John Kirk 2002

Story codes include humil/violence/rape/tort/snuff

WARNING  This, like all of my stories, is entirely non-consensual
and contains some or all of the following: adults, teens,
children, infants, both sexes, abduction, humiliation, forced
sex, violence, punishment, torture, mutilation and sexual murder.
 If any of these offends you, then SOD OFF and read something
else.


TV news bimbos Sue Turton and Mary Nightingale were kidnapped and
brought to the torture theatre for the purpose of entertaining
wealthy guests in the audience and to give their lives for the
profit of their new owner.

Before the scene you are about to witness, the two gorgeous babes
were deeply humiliated, led onto the low apron stage and forced
to disco dance in front of the 25-strong elite audience of
sadistic perverts surrounding them on three sides.

To jeers, catcalls and wolf whistles, delicious, pretty Sue and
Mary were made to do a slow striptease until completely nude and
then, before a hushed audience and only the rustling sound of
real men masturbating themselves, to bump and grind and wiggle
and jiggle their heavy bobos and big, pert bare bottoms.

Next they were forced into each other's arms, made to caress,
kiss together with their tongues, and to smack each other's
lovely bottom cheeks.

The most humiliating and gross thing either of the pretty
slutwhores had yet been made to do in their short, useless lives
was when they were each ordered to kneel down one at a time in
front of the other to, first, lick and suck her friend's cunt and
then, when it was presented, to repeat the vile act on her
arsecrack, including pushing her tongue up both holes front and
back.

Next, both sexwhores were fitted with tit torture boards (a metal
tray which hangs beneath a cunt's breasts, held firmly in
position by a leather or, for extra discomfort, wire harness over
its shoulders and around its back).  The cunt's breastmeat rests
on the tray while it stands to attention.  The purpose of the tit
torture board is that the female tortures itself by jumping up
and down on the spot on command, higher and faster, while its
pretty sucking organs flub up and down.  On the downward stroke
the soft, delicate flesh underneath the spunkbags makes painful
and damaging contact with the hundreds of tiny sharp spikes on
the upper surface of the board.  Sue and Mary were made to jump
wearing their tit torture boards for a full half hour.

Back at attention, their titties bleeding underneath and tiny
crimson rivulets snaking down over their lusciously trim bellies,
hands tied behind them up between their shoulderblades, Sue and
Mary blubbered and squealed as they were flogged and stroked with
bunches of freshly picked stinging nettles on and underneath
their big spermbags, on their sexy tummies, their lush, pert
bottycheeks, the nettles dragged down the deep lustcrack between
their fat bumbags, along the lips of their slimy vaginas, down
the backs of their legs to the heels, across the small of their
pretty backs, over their shoulders and through their neatly
shaven armpits and, finally, dragged between their forcibly
tightly closed legs, from crotch to knees.

Whimpering with the pain of being stung all over and wincing with
every movement, tears streaming down their lovely faces, the
beautiful fuck animals were ordered by their owners down among
the audience to allow the sadistic perverts access to their
magnificent bodies for petting and fondling, kissing, licking,
sucking and biting, smacking, spanking, pinching, twisting and
punching, and for fucking all six of their precious holes.

The delicious bimbo whores received twenty five spunk
ejaculations over the following hour of degradation, pain and
abject humiliation.  Spurt upon spurt of hot sticky manfilth
jetted on their pretty faces and in their beautiful blonde hair,
up their vaginas and tight, sexy bottoms, on their big
chestbabies and, of course, forcibly squirted into their mouths.

Back on stage, the dishevelled, sobbing cuntwhores were made to
french kiss each other once again to share the spermy muck their
lords had sprayed into their mouths and then to lick each other's
bodies all over and to suck each other's pairs of sex holes.

When the pretty bitches had licked and sucked each other clean,
they had their hair washed, dried and combed out by the crew so
that they'd look their most beautiful for their snuffing.

Before the horny excitement of the death spectacle, a winner and
a loser must first be chosen.  The reason for this will become
clear to you in due course.  Whether or not it ever becomes clear
to these two luscious empty-brained bimbos is quite irrelevant.

Although the babes have not been told that they are to be
murdered in a sexual and agonizing way for entertainment and
profit, their fate is steadily emerging before their pretty eyes
and showing in their gorgeous faces.

Two Black & Decker Workmates are placed on stage, one directly in
front of each cuntslave, and they are ordered to bend forward
over the benches, dangling their succulent young milk organs
between the wide open jaws.

As soon as the beautiful young sex objects are in position with
their fat filthbags hanging, jiggling, between the legs of the
Workmates, the crew step forward to close the wooden slats on
their lovely soft bimbo breastmeat, and then close the vices as
tightly as they can, painfully crushing the four gorgeous bubbies
close to the pretty bumbabies' chests, most of the tender
sexmilkmeat hanging below.

The two terrified young cuntwomen cry out in pain and fear for
their pretty breasts, their terrible ululating moans turning
steadily to cock-aching screams as their darling udders turn red,
then purple with the constricted blood flow.

With large mirrors erected behind the bitches around the back of
the stage, both audience and cameras have a perfect view of
taught, straining legs and quivering buttocks as two of the crew
begin to cane Sue and Mary across their big sexy bumbums, adding
to the flood of tears on both whores' pretty faces and to the
volume of their crying and screaming.

Now the owner of the two sexmeat animals steps onto the platform
and crouches down in front of Mary Nightingale to squeeze, fondle
and slap her lovely big breasts.  Swollen already to the size and
shape of footballs, they have become extremely sensitive.  The
soft, creamy skin is stretched taught around the engorged spongy
titmeat inside and even the slightest movement is causing Mary
excruciating pain.

Cupping his hands around the young pretty womancow's fattened and
painful spunkbags, he slides them down the swollen titflesh to
the fat nipples which he grabs with finger and thumb.  Cruelly,
the master pinches both teats and pulls sharply downwards,
eliciting a delightful scream of pain and protest from the prize
female.

Next, he moves in front of the delicious Sue Turton to perform
the same cruel act on her equally swollen but larger udders,
causing the slut to emit a scream that makes your big penis
twitch uncontrollably in sadistic pleasure.

Having gained the full attention of both sobbing titwhores, the
master informs them that they must take part in a contest. 
Without explaining the fate of the loser or any benefits accruing
to the winner, since it's none of their fucking business, he
explains to them what they must do.

The audience is delighted and the bottombabies' dropdead gorgeous
faces show their abject horror as he explains to the sexy
bitchwhores that they must stand up bearing the weight of the
Workmates on their fabulous young breasts.

He explains that the first of the sex animals to stand fully
erect will have her hands freed from between her shoulderblades
and be expected to milk herself for a minimum of five minutes to
be declared the winner.  The caning of their big, pert bottoms
will continue throughout the contest.

A wail of pain and anguish erupts first from Sue Turton quickly
followed by gorgeous blonde Mary Nightingale.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo......" they cry out in
their horror and almost in unison.

The master is handed a knife, a monstrous twelve inch blade with
vicious deep serrations along its cruelly sharp cutting edge.  He
shows the wicked blade to his lovely prize sex animals, holding
it directly in front of one pretty, tearstained face, then the
other.

Their terrible wail evolves into a heartrending scream ofterror.

"Ooooooaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....
...."

"Stand up and milk your own filthy fat tits for us or I'll
fucking rip your bellies open with this and I'll gut you both! 
Fucking DO IT NOW, YOU CUNTS," the master bellows at the poor
frightened girlybitches.

Weeping in humiliation, moaning with the pain in their big
lovebags, grunting with the effort of trying to lift the heavy
Workmate benches and the resulting enormous strain on their leg,
stomach and back muscles, and yelping in agony from the
unceasing, unforgiving viciously sharp blows from the cruelly
thin bamboo canes on their meaty, deserving woman bottoms, Mary
and Sue struggle with all their puny might to obey their owner.

The lust animals grunt, groan and sweat.  The cry and they strain
every muscle.  Mary blows off out of her pretty little bumhole
with the effort.  Sue pees herself.  Her bright yellow cuntwoman
weewee runs, steaming, down her lovely legs and pools around her
small, pretty feet.

Sticky white and thin grey sperm from deep inside their filthy
young cuntholes and their tight rectums, sprayed up there earlier
while they were repeatedly raped, begins to seep from between
their fat, slimy sexlips and their big bottycheeks and dribble
down their taught, straining inner thighs.

Sue shits herself, partly out of fear and partly due to the
straining of all her body muscles, and a long light brown turd of
her poopoo exits her sweet little dark pink anus and plops right
on the stage between her bare feet.

Inadvertently, the sexwhore steps in the long, coiled sausage of
her own bottom meat, squishing it, and making a slippery mess
underfoot of the pretty poo and the big puddle of her urine.

This immediately undoes her success in being first of the two
slavewomen to lift its Workmate by her hugely swollen milky
spunkbags.  Screaming with the effort and the sheer agony in her
big tits, the pretty cunt lifts the heavy bench a full six inches
off the stage.  The crowd's cheers and whistles quickly turn to
jeers and laughter as she looses her footing in her own filthy
body waste and immediately falls forward onto the Workmate. She
bursts into tears and begins to cry her heart out, alternately
sobbing and screaming.

Mary, meanwhile, has been working up to one supreme effort and,
with another loud, embarrassing fart from her sexy bottom, lifts
the Workmate first six inches then a foot and, somehow, manages
to keep it there, dangling from her sensuous young titfilth, as
she moves her pretty legs apart to spread the load.

Sinews taught, blood vessels standing out on her neck like
superglued spaghetti, and straining every muscle in her long
slender body, Mary raises herself upright with the heavy Workmate
hanging from her now pendulous chestbabies, stretched with the
terrible weight.

As the babyfaced cuntwhore reaches the upright position, it lets
out an exquisite scream of terrible pain whilst the audience
cheers and yells with salacious pleasure at seeing a pretty and
celebrated young woman perform such cruel torture on itself.

Clearly, Mary's small female mind is close to snapping.  She
cries out and laughs at the same moment, maybe seeking approval
for what she's doing to herself for the pleasure of all these
vicious, lewd men now staring at her terrible agony, many of them
openly masturbating, their fingers slowly mainpulating their big
cocks, anticipating the beauty of seeing Mary and Sue being
snuffed in just a short while from now, yet still pleasing their
lords in the misguided belief that they might be freed.  Stupid
beautiful young spunkwhores.

The caning of her curvaceous bottom stops for a brief moment to
allow the master to free her wrists.  Just as she drops her
aching arms, Mary loses control of both her bladder and bowels
and, in the same moment, sprays her golden lovejuice onto the
stage in front of her and oozes two long, glistening, light brown
love sausages out from between her fleshy arsecheeks.  They plop
silently onto the stage between her long, athletic legs.

Having already decided for aesthetic reasons that Mary should win
the contest and fearing it might step in its bodywaste like Sue,
the master grabs the cunt by the arm to steady it.

Poor delicious Sue Turton, meanwhile, is suffering in terrible
agony.  Its fat breasts have begun to tear all around the area
where they are heavily compressed by the crippling wooden jaws of
the Workmate and where the tittymeat takes the entire weight of
the wood and metal contraption each time the pretty cunt tries to
lift it off the stage floor.  Blood is oozing from the whore's
self-inflicted wounds and trickling onto the wooden slats then
between them and down her big swollen spunkbags towards her fat,
red nipples.

The weight of the Workmate, dangling as it is from her lovely
breasts, is causing Mary to lean forward.  To counterbalance the
sexy slut, the crew grab its arms, pulling it upright.

"Now milk your big tits, Mary Nightingale," orders the master. 
"Milk yourself for us, pretty cunt."

As the caning of her lush bumcheeks resumes, the cute 38 year old
sexy blonde cunnywhore raises her hands to her lovely swollen
bobos.  Anticipating the pain she is going to cause herself by
touching her fabulous knockers, Mary winces, squeezes her
ice-blue eyes shut and grimaces as she puts her hands on those
beautiful lovebags.

Whimpering and mewling with the pain, Mary takes hold of her own
very sore, aching bubbies.  Tears of pain squeeze from the
corners of her eyes and roll down the cheeks of her elfin face.

"MILK YOURSELF, CUNT!" roars the master.

The tears now collecting in big drops along her finely chiselled
chin, Mary takes hold of her bitch breasts and grips them so that
she can pull up and down on the titmeat like a man would
masturbate his godhood or, indeed, would milk a bitch like
herself or even a cow.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!  Aghaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaahaaa!" 
Mary cries out because of the terrible, searing pain in her fat
mammaries.  Then, sobbing her heart out, the pretty blonde begins
to milk her own engorged breasts.  She squeezes her lush
filthbags, drawing them up and down, falteringly at first but
soon with a rhythm which she maintains despite the sickening
pain.

Everyone is really enjoying the beautiful spectacle of a very
lovely blonde woman, a young woman every real man who's seen her
fantasizes about, standing naked before them with a Black &
Decker Workmate hanging from her sexbreasts and, while blows from
a thin bamboo cane rain down steadily on her big bumcheeks, she
milks her own luscious sucking organs.

They are also salivating over the tears pouring down her soft
pale-skinned cheeks to drip from the gentle curve of her chin
onto the heavily bruised and tightly stretched skin on the tops
of her breasts.

Perfectly completing the love scene, the sweet babe-like 32 year
old Sue Turton continues to suffer, bent over her sexy fat
breasts which remain tightly trapped in the jaws of her Workmate
and hang between its legs, jiggling and very swollen.

She cries out and moans with the pain in her crushed sexbags. 
The gorgeous young cunt also screams from time to time as the
cane continues to lash her beautiful quivering lovebuttocks
without relief.

Sue has all but given up trying to lift up the Workmate by her
tittybobos because they have begun to split at the top between
the crushed meat and the join with her chest, and dull red
titflesh is gradually oozing out from the ripped pale pink skin.

The minutes tick by desperately slowly for the two celebrity
female cows as this cruel and cockloving tableau inches towards
its conclusion and, all the while, they continue to suffer in
extreme agony.

Mary's nipples have begun to produce a thin, slightly milky
mucous as a result of the pressure on her milk glands and the
constant motion of her fingers up and down the lush breastmeat. 
It forms droplets which hang down from the soft crinkly area
around the tiny hole in the centre of each sweet nipple.

The master puts his index and forefingers together against each
of the cunt's nipples in turn, letting the droplets of sexmilk
run over them, then holds them to Mary's beautiful mouth.

Mary Nightingale has come to terms with the obvious fact that
whichever of them loses this 'contest' is going to suffer a
terrible fate, possibly even be killed, and that the winner is
going to have to continue to give these vile men - 'clearly, they
are all sadistic psychopaths', she muses, in her silly little
bitchwhore mind - what they want and be prepared to perform for
them in order to live a little longer and, just maybe, a chance
to escape.

With these thoughts in her idiotic bimbo head, the blonde
cuntwoman instinctively pokes out her lovely pink tongue to lick
her own sexmilk from her lord's fingers.

After what feels to both cuntbitches like an age of pain and deep
humiliation, the master announces the five minutes are up (it's
nearer to eight but, of course, no one gives a shit).  He
declares luscious Mary Nightingale the winner and orders her to
stop milking herself and her caning to cease.

Next, poor Sue Turton is declared the obvious loser and, as a
howl of despair rises from the bitch, the master orders her
caning to continue.  He instructs the pretty spunkwhore with the
huge dark brown eyes to stop trying to lift the Workmate, telling
her "For your failure to comply with my command to lift up the
Workmate and milk yourself, you will be seriously punished, you
sexy piece of cuntfilth.

"For losing the contest with your beautiful friend you will
suffer the ultimate penalty.  We're going to kill you, pretty Sue
Turton.  You're going to die a horrible death for the amusement
of our guests, cuntbabe.

"In fact, it's your pretty whorefriend Mary who's going to kill
you for us but I don't want to spoil the surprise so that's all
I'm going to tell you, Sue, my cute darling.

"Just come to terms with the fact that the last minutes of your
life are ticking away now and that, although your pathetic
existence has been useless so far, you are about to give great
pleasure to many men with your snuffing.

"That, spunky Sue Turton, you filthy young cunt, is what you were
made for.  It's all you're good for, you useless piece of female
sexmeatfilth."

At this, both girls erupt in terrible cockloving, earsplitting
screams of anguish and despair.  Even Mary, thick as the cunt is,
knows that the same fate must be in store for her too and that
she has not only to witness the murder of her lovely younger
friend but must take part in it, too.

Now the master announces a petting interval during which the crew
will rearrange the stage for the snuff scene and the bitches are
made available for fondling, hurting and fucking, the last
opportunity for the men to take their relief inside these two
lovely bodies before the whores are executed, although they will,
of course, have access to the dying or dead meat.

The bitches have their swollen, damaged breasts released from the
Workmates, Mary's hands are re-cuffed behind her back, and the
caning of Sue's big bum is stopped.  They are then herded off the
stage and down among the clients where the two beautiful
celebrity cunts are predictably raped and buggered, facefucked,
their fat and damaged tittymeat cruelly twisted and slapped, and
even their cuffed hands used for masturbation.

Three quarters of an hour later, the master has the bitches
brought back to the stage, their cunts, bottoms and pretty faces
dripping with mancum.  The stage has, meanwhile, been prepared
for the bitch slaughter and, first to be prepared, Sue is
positioned standing on tiptoe astride a three foot long sharp
steel blade, emerging from the wall behind her, on which her fat,
filthy cunt perches with her slimy cuntlips drawn either side of
the cutting edge, legs held wide apart and down by rope tied off
to rings in the floor, and its arms held cruelly stretched out to
each side by chains anchored to rings in the wall behind. 
Because there is a difference of three inches in the heights of
the two slavecunts, Sue is mounted on a little wooden platform to
bring her body parts roughly in alignment with Mary's.

Next, a length of cheese wire is wrapped tightly around the
fingers of one hand, looped around both breasts individually and,
finally, wrapped around the fingers of the other hand.  A pair of
sharp steel spikes, held firm in the wall behind the cunt, rest
against its lower back, either side of its spine, about three
inches above its sexbuttocks.  Mirrors placed at an angle either
side of her show her slender back and fat bottom sex organ.

Now, Mary is stood directly in front of Sue and placed in a
leather harness which hangs by a thick steel wire from a pulley
fixed in the ceiling above the audience.  The harness is a set of
straps held together by steel D-rings, the straps fitting tightly
around the bitch's waist, between its legs, around the tops of
its thighs and around its breasts and back with joining straps
down to the waist strap across its belly at the front and down
its spine at the back.  The strap fitted between its legs is
divided down the middle to enable its cuntlips and vaginal
opening to be pulled out through the narrow gap and giving access
to its anal starfish.  Not visible but very effective for causing
constant pain to the bitch are the tiny, very sharp spikes which
line the insides of the leather straps.

Mary is now shuffled forward directly in front of lovely Sue and,
thus, her exposed but tightly bound cuntmeat is slid along the
sharp blade on which her friend's magnificent cunt is already
poised.  Mary screams as the razor-sharp edge slices the delicate
folds of her outer fuck lips.

As her blood dribbles down both inner thighs, a pair of blades
are fitted to sockets in the leather harness strap immediately
beneath her large breastbags.  The blades are held up in front of
Mary's breasts, with the centre of the cross poised directly in
front of her lush nipples, by rigid steel braces connected to the
harness.  The pair of cutting edges are in the shape of a St
George's cross, in effect two blades at ninety degrees to each
other.  The vertical and horizontal components are each twelve
inches long and double sided.  In other words, there's a razor
sharp blade nestling dangerously against all four fat, young
spunkbags.

A four inch steel arrowhead with serrated edges is also attached
on its twelve inch long shaft to the centre of the strap around
Mary Nightingale's slender, smooth belly.  It presses against
Sue's meaty tummy, making a deep dimple in the soft, succulent
flesh.

The final attachment to Mary is a steel A-frame attached to her
legs from six inches below her slimy and bleeding cunt.  Held to
the bitchlegs by sturdy leather straps around the upper thighs,
just above and below the knees and just above the ankles, the
steel 'splints' hold her legs firmly out at an angle of twenty
degrees and prevent the whore from moving them around or kicking
or using its feet to brake itself against Sue when it crashes
into the younger bitch.

The crew clean the two condemned sexhores with damp cloths and
brush their hair to make them look as pretty as possible for
their sexmurder.  The girl animals are now ready for the
execution scene.  And, happily, they seem to know it.  The cute
Sue Turton and the beautiful Mary Nightingale have begun to
blubber and whimper.

The small crowd pay good money to belong to this exclusive 'club'
and the master makes astonishing money, not merely from the
exhorbitant fees he charges for 'membership', but from the
supreme commercial value of the videos of these hideous sexual
torture and death shows.  It is very pleasing to both parties
that the girls are beginning to sob their pretty hearts out in
the full knowledge that they are about to be snuffed just to
entertain a few horrid men.

By way of a nice little touch, the master makes Mary and Sue
kiss.  It's a pretty little loving girly kiss, a peck on the lips
which looks wonderful in close up.  Two gorgeous young, crying
girlfriends sharing a last kiss before they die.  Tears stream
down their spunkpretty faces.  He makes them push their tongues
into each other's lovely, sensuous mouths.  Even this last moment
of natural intimacy between pretty female friends is dirtied for
the viewers' amusement.

The crew roughly manhandle Mary back, away from her lovely
friend, to a position from which she will be hauled up to the
ceiling.  The cable holding the bitch runs through a system of
pulleys which ensure that the cunt, when it is let go, will fall
at just the right angle to smash into Sue, face to face, breast
to breast, etc, at a substantial velocity and with huge and
damaging impact.

Previous bitch killings using this system suggest that the damage
from the first impact will be staggering and, of course, drops
will continue until both females are thoroughly mutilated.

Now Mary is hauled, screaming and babbling incoherently, high up,
almost to the chamber's ceiling, where she is left for a few
minutes, dangling, trying to kick her delicious long, slender
legs strapped to the A-frame, her whole beautiful body a very
sexy dance of terror.  Hot tears of anguish and fear trail down
her pretty, elfin face and drip onto her big breastbags.

"Oooooooooh...n....naaa.....nooo...pl....pleeeeeease....ooooh....
...g.....godhhhhhh...ooo.....pleeeease I d....don't want
t....to...d...die....ooooh....pleeeeease st...sto....op!" Mary
babbles.

Meanwhile, Sue mewls and whimpers, jerking her pretty head
around, looking pleadingly with huge baby eyes at the men in the
audience, then at the master, the crew, up at Mary who now
dangles thirty feet up and thirty feet in front of her.  The
beautiful killmeat is shaking uncontrollably, further damaging
her beautiful cunt on the sharp blade.  Blood spills down her
delicate inner thighs.

As Mary's tirade of terror resolves into frightened whimpering
and crying, Sue's bimbo brain suddenly works out what's about to
happen to her and her luscious blonde bitchfriend.  She opens her
cute mouth and her face forms a rictus of horror but, for a
moment or two, nothing comes from her throat.  Then she emits a
terrible scream of fear.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.....aaaaaaaaaaaaa.....oooooooooooo
o......eeeeeeeeee......aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggg
gghhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The moment her scream dies to uncontrolled sobbing, erratic
hyperventilation and hiccuping, the master starts the countdown
to releasing Mary from her position high up in the chamber to
fall onto her lovely young friend.

"Ten...nine...(the audience joins
in)...eight...seven...six...(Mary shouts in quavering voice
"Nooooo...... pleeeeease!")...five...four...(Sue
screams)...THREE...(Mary screams)...TWO...(both pretty whores
wail in fear)...ONE...DROP THE MARY CUNT!...(everyone cheers)."

The restraint cord is released and, with much howling from the
lovely womanbitch and animal-like frantic wriggling of her meat,
Mary Nightingale drops at enormous speed to her fate.  As the
filthy cuntgirl passes across the chamber, falling at enormous
velocity, its bladder explodes with fear urine which rains down,
in big droplets onto the men in the audience.  In three seconds,
the cuntwhore is face to face with gorgeous boyish-looking Sue
Turton, who screams in an earsplitting explosion of terror, pain
and desperation.

The forward edge of the crossed blades immediately in front of
Mary's meaty breasts, impacting Sue's even bigger whoreglobes,
slice right through the beautiful soft skin and inner meat of
Turton's tittits, reaching as far as her ribcage.

The exquisite damage done to Nightingale's attractive
chestcuntbobos is equally cock-hardening.  The back-facing
blades, under the huge pressure of the terminal collision with
Sue's voluptuous meat, have buried themselves deep inside both of
her sexbubbies, almost two thirds of the way to her ribcage.

At the same time, the sixteen inches of steel attached to Mary's
belly harness strap, consisting of a twelve inch steel shaft
supporting a four inch razor-sharp serrated arrowhead, has
pierced Sue's belly just below her belly button, entered her
stomach, travelled through her liver and, narrowly missing her
spinal cord, exited through the musculature and skin of her lower
back.  The hardened steel point has buried itself three inches
into the plaster of the wall behind the Suemeat.

The two viciously pointed six-inch-long steel shafts resting
against Sue's lower back have also buried themselves fully inside
Sue's organs as the cuntwhore was driven right back against the
wall by the blow from the Marymeat.

Possibly the worst damage was done, not by Mary colliding with
her young, pretty colleague, but by Sue herself.  In the moment
before the collision of womanmeat on womanmeat, the cute babysex
flexed her fingers into fists and tried to jerk both arms in
towards her chest in a useless attempt to protect herself.

The stupid cuntslut had completely forgotten about the cheesewire
looping its way from one hand, around each filthbag in turn, to
the other.  It sliced through all ten fingers deep into the bones
and very nearly cut her fat, juicy sexmilk organs right off. 
Both of the delicate childwoman's lovely, sexy lustbubbies now
ooze mouthwatering titmeat from the many irreparably deep gashes
in the skin.  They are held in place only by the core third of
each big sexmelon's glandular inner meat.

Less visible but totally devasting was the damage caused to both
cunnygirlwhores by the sharp- edged cuntslicing blade.  As Mary
crashed into Sue, her filthy, slimy womancunt slid along the
exposed length of blade to meet with Sue's cuntmeat, pushing the
smaller female cuntmeat back against the wall.  Both cuntvaginas
were cut very deeply from vulva to perineum.  One of Mary's sweet
fucklips was sliced right off and fell to the stage floor in the
growing pool of bitchblood.

The master retrieves the piece of pretty Marymeat and asks the
dazed cuntwhore "Do you want to live, Mary Nightingale?"

"Oooooooooh," she moans faintly, "ooooh yes, pl...please, Sir, I
want to l...live, Sir.  Pl...please d...don't k...kill meeeeee."
She begins to sob piteously, her whole lovely body shaking and
heaving uncontrollably.

"Then eat your cuntflesh, you gorgeous, sexy blonde whoreslut."

Mary, dazed from the highspeed collision with Sue's lovely body
and pretty face, is sufficiently aware of what her owner has just
said to her and groans in revulsion at his command.

"Pleeease noooooo...." she sobs.

"Eat this piece of your nice, juicy cuntmeat, Mary, or I will
have you killed right now, you fucking bitch."

With difficulty because its jaw is partly dislocated, the cunt
opens its mouth and the master pokes the piece of Mary's raw
cuntmeat onto the fuckbaby's slimy, pink tongue.  He slaps Mary's
pretty face hard across both cheeks until she swallows her own
meat.  Her beautiful eyes overflow with tears at the utter
debasement of being made to eat her own flesh.

Now the Marymeat is prepared to be hauled, wailing in despair,
back to the ceiling.  The problem is the terrible arrowhead with
its serrated edges, buried in the wall behind the unconscious Sue
Turton body.

Two of the crew don thick safety gloves and pull it from the
wall.  Their help is also needed by the other two crewmen to pull
on the steel hawser which holds the weight of the Mary
Nightingale meat.  The task is to pull the arrowhead backwards
through the Sue Turton meat thus freeing the sobbing Mary from
its lovely ruined friend.

The additional damage caused to the Turton meat animal, as the
arrowhead is pulled back through its cuntbody and out of the hole
in its sexy tummy, is beautiful enough to make your balls ache. 
The contents of the whore's stomach begin to spill out of the now
gaping rent in the skin.  Snagged on the barbs of the arrowhead
are parts of her stomach wall, her liver, and a loop of her
intestinal tube.

The nightmare agony of the arrowhead ripping backwards through
her bitchgut brings Sue back to full consciousness in a rush of
wide-eyed horror.  Looking around in total panic, the
prettyprettygirlcunt sees the terrible damage to her beautiful
breasts, her ruined fingers, feels the razor-sharp pressure of
the cuntslicing blade deep in her sex organ and the hot, searing
pain of the two spikes stuck in her lower back, sees the blood
pooling rapidly between her widestretched legs and, worst of all,
the huge, gaping wound in her tummy with her guts spilling or
being pulled out of her.

A sudden intake of breath, then
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaa.........
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhhhh
!!!"

The Turton babesex is so mentally and physically shocked at
what's been done to her and terrified of what she surely knows is
her imminent murder, she feels hot and cold in rapid succession,
instantly develops tunnel vision, and begins to black out, regain
consciousness, black out, regain...  Involuntarily, Sue throws up
what remains in her oesophagus in an explosion of girly vomit. 
Fear piss ejects from her now bloody urethra and soft, runny poo
slimes its way out of her rosebud bumbumhole, running down her
gorgeous legs.

She writhes in pure animal terror, unaware of the extra damage
she is causing to her ruined childwoman body.  She is incapable
of focusing her vision on her friend Mary, who is rapidly moving
away from her up towards the ceiling, and does not see the
terrible damage also inflicted on the Nightingale creature.

She also fails to register the most beautiful sight of all.  Her
intestinal tract being pulled from her belly by the arrowhead, as
Mary is lofted away from her.  In two minutes, Sue Turton's
greyish pink intestine stretches all the way from its pretty
tummy to the arrowhead attached to Mary Nightingale, thirty feet
across the chamber and thirty feet up in the air.  It hangs
there, dripping blood and other body fluids, swaying with the
frantic wriggling of luscious Mary who is just as terrified as
her pretty friend.

Mary begins to evacuate her bowel and bladder.  Fortunately,
there is no one beneath the filthy cunt.

In all, the Mary meatbitch is dropped on the Suemeat six times. 
Each time, the damage is worse.  Previous damage is increased. 
New cuts and rips are caused in Sue because Mary's position of
collision is different each time.  All four breasts are sliced to
the ribcages beneath and hang in shreds from the chests of the
killcuntgirls.  Sue has been completely gutted.  Almost nothing
below its diaphragm remains inside its body.  Its organs hang in
a tangled, bleeding mess between its legs, connected to their
points of origin by the flimsiest of fatty tissues and
musculature.

Sue is now unconscious most of the time.  She is almost totally
paralysed because her spinal cord has been damaged.  But she is,
thankfully, still alive although her breathing is very shallow
and the blood pouring from her mouth is threatening to choke her
to death.

Mary has sustained very serious damage to the lovecrack
containing her cunt and bottomsexhole.  The cuntslicing blade has
sawed right through the muscles and perineal bone and, after the
last collision, is buried six inches inside her.  She is
conscious and still screaming, much to the amusement of the
crowd.

The master has the bitches taken down and draped, side by side,
over two wooden tressles, placed at the leading edge of the apron
stage so that everyone can crowd round for the final moments of
love.  The tressles rise from front to back, allowing for a good
view of each babyfuckwhore's face, as well as its bodymeat.  They
allow also for looking and feeling underneath the bitches.

It's clear Sue will die very soon from bloodloss and shock and,
to gain the most entertainment from the situation, the babe must
be murdered without delay.  As soon as everyone is in position
for a close up view, he has handed to him the fearful knife with
which he threatened the bimbobabysexcunts earlier, twelve inches
long and serrated.

Powerful smelling salts are held just beneath the cuntwoman's
nostrils, jerking her awake for the very last time in her pretty
life.  It's time for Sue Turton to die for the pleasure of men
like us.  Real men who know that the only true purpose of cunt is
to suffer and die for our pleasure.

"Pretty Sue Turton, you have so far served your purpose well.  I
am very pleased with your performance.  But there is one more
ordeal you must suffer to amuse us, babe bitch.  It is the duty
of every cunt to undergo a sexual murder for his or her owner. 
It's time to die, Sue.  I'm going to kill you, pretty princess.

A strangulated, hissing
"No...no...nooooooo...pl...pleeeeeessssshhhhh..." escapes Sue's
throat as the master shows cutecunnygirl the knife.  He holds it
right in front of her huge, tearfilled doe eyes, then puts it
gently to her pretty throat, just below the adam's apple.

Both bitches are struggling in their restraints, their inhuman
wounds looking pretty.  Mary is screaming insanely.  Sue
continues to hiss her terror and pleads for her silly bimbolife.

The master presses down gently on the knife until the wicked
blade enters the Turtonmeat's cute young throat.  Then, as the
blood begins to spurt, looking into her darling, sexy eyes, he
savagely pulls the blade right across, from one side to the
other.

A final scream errupts from deep inside the dying whorelet,
filling the torture chamber and echoing from the dark stone
walls.  Bleeding profusely for about three minutes, Sue's life
ebbs away gradually.  It takes four and a half beautiful minutes
for her to die.  Thankfully, she is conscious most of that time,
her lovely big eyes full of pleading and sorrow.  Then she
slumps, her whole lovely ruined body limp and sagging against the
rope and chain restraints.

Lovely Sue Turton is dead.  She has entertained well.  She's a
good girl.

Mary Nightingale, however, is still alive and the temptation to
get the whoremeat off the tressle and play with it is very
strong.  But the master realises she is very badly damaged,
bleeding profusely, struggling for breath, and will die in
minutes.

So, he stands beside the Marymeat animal and repeats the
performance of showing her the knife, which drips with Sue's
blood, and telling her he is going to murder her for sexfun.  As
she screams and pleads for her pathetic womanlife, he pierces the
pretty tart's skin with the pointed end of the blade, just below
the sternum, cutting all the way down to her vulva.  It's not a
deep cut, just through the skin and shallow flesh below, as far
as the bones beneath.  Then he cuts across her tummy from one
side to the other.

Getting the blade beneath the skin and meat at the point where
the two cutlines cross at her bellybutton, he begins to scrape
the knife in all four directions, one at a time, until he is able
to take hold of the skin and rip it away from her body, leaving
all four corners hanging from her sides.

Lovely Mary Nightingale is now an open, living, screaming
carcass.  She has never looked more sexually attractive.

The master goes to work with a vengeance, severing and pulling
out her organs, piece by piece, and draping them over her face
while she dies shrieking her incomprehension, her horror, her
spunkmaking terror.

The final act is for the master to smash some of the ribcage,
gaining access to carve out her beating heart and push it between
Mary's pouting pretty lips, filling her sexy mouth with it. 
Beautiful Mary Nightingale opens her sexy blue eyes wide, tries
to scream one last time and, failing, dies within less than half
a minute.

Overcome with lust, everyone, crew and all, gather round the two
dead beauties to wank over their gorgeous butchered sexbodies,
spraying them with manfilth.

Over the following couple of hours, men take turns fucking the
two babes in their sexholes and inside their bodies through the
new holes gashed in them, then urinating and shitting in them.

The bodies are then sent to the cold store where they will be
kept fresh as food for a new intake of pretty slavemeat expected
within a few days.

Useful comments welcome at able_vybor@hotmail.com or
johnkirk@subdimension.com

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