Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[azalel]

WARNING!!!!! THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC SNUFF.  IT IS VIOLENT AND BLOODY.  IT ALSO CONTAINS SOME BEASTIALITY AND CANNIBALISM.  THE VICTIMS ARE MOST DEFINITELY NOT WILLING PARTICIPANTS. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR KIND OF STORY TURN BACK NOW.  IF IT IS SOMETHING YOU MIGHT LIKE, READ ON.

REMEMBER THOUGH, THIS IS FANTASY.  IF YOU HAVE DIFFICULTY SEPARATING THE REAL WORLD AND FANTASY, AND BELIEVE THAT DOING THIS TO SOMEONE MIGHT BE OKAY, PLEASE GET YOUR HEAD EXAMINED.  I RECOMMEND HAVING SOMEONE DO IT WITH A HACKSAW.

THANKS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS.

The Debt

   The funeral was over.  Amanda walked up to the grave and looked down at her dead husband's casket.  Life just was not fair.  John had been a deacon in his church.  He had been a coach for the little league baseball team their daughters had played for.  He had made a decent living working as an attorney and the family never experienced rough times.  Overall, he was everything Amanda could have wanted in a man. 
   He left behind a wife and five daughters.  The girls were Michelle (17 years old), Elaine (16 years old), Elizabeth (12 years old), Melinda (10 years old), and Amy (9 years old).  All five were energetic, like their mother, and had strikingly red hair, also like their mother.  The Irish heritage was apparent even if you didn't know their last name was McInish. 
   Amanda wept quietly.  She was at a complete loss as to what to do.  Sure, John had a hefty life insurance policy and they had always been cautious and set aside money in case of emergency, but Amanda had not held a job in almost 18 years.  She knew that she wouldn't need a job for a few years yet, but she could not trust her children's future to fate.
   A hand on her shoulder quickly brought her back to the present.  It was Edward, John's supervisor.  Edward "Call me Ed" McAllister was the senior partner of the lawfirm McAllister, Neilsen, and Brunnels.  John had been in line to become a partner in the fall, but now that would never happen. 
   "Oh, hello, Ed," Amanda said in a half-hearted greeting.  "It was very nice of you to come.  I know you are always busy at this time of year; what with corporate taxes and all."
   "Never mind that, Amanda," Ed replied.  "We still have over two months before we really panic with that.  Anyway, John was definitely one of the best we had.  I felt I owed it to him to be here."
   Amanda smiled weakly.  She knew Ed was a good boss and had expected him to come.
   "Anyway, Amanda, we have some things of John's and if you would like to swing by the firm on your way home, I can give them to you today."
   "Thank you, Ed, but I really need to get home.  The girls were too distraught to come to the funeral, and I do not want to leave them alone any longer than necessary.  Maybe another time.  Is next week ok?"
   "Next week is more than ok.  Just call when you are ready and we will send a car around.  I know how hard dealing with this is.  I lost my wife about ten years ago and I was a wreck.  I will not ask you to drive in that condition."
   Amanda thanked Ed and returned to her vigil at her husband's grave as the workers started to refill the hole.

   Amanda was walking to her car as it started to rain.  Hustling to the car as she retrieved her keys from her purse, she noticed something odd about the car.  It seemed to be leaning.  Checking the far side of the car, she saw a nail protruding from her front passenger-side tire.  The tire was flat, hence the leaning.  She fished her cellphone from her purse and found the battery dead.  She had forgotten to charge the damn thing.  Amanda cursed vehemently and started to cry again. 
   "Amanda," a voice shouted.
   Turning to the see how it was, Amanda noticed Ed's car in the street.  He had his window down and was waving frantically for her to come over.
   "I heard your scream," Ed said when Amanda was close enough.  "I see you have a flat.  I can give you a ride, if you would like."
   Amanda heaved a sigh of relief.
   "Thank you, Ed.  I just found out that my cellphone is dead.  I have no idea how long Iwould have been stuck if you hadn't shown up."
   "Get in.  You're absolutely drenched."
   Amanda got in and they were on their way.
   As they were driving by a park, one that was a favorite of John's, Ed stopped at a light.  Amanda looked wistfully out the window at the park.
   "Did you know, Ed," Amanda asked as she continued staring at the park.  "John proposed to me in that park.  It was a beautiful spring day."
   "I'm very sorry, Amanda," John replied.
   Amanda felt a prick on her neck and immediately came to attention.  She turned quickly and looked ad Ed.
   "I'm sorry," Ed repeated and then everything went dark.

   When Amanda awoke, she was bound to a chair.  Looking around, she realized she was in a room very much like the interrogation rooms seen on cop dramas on TV.  One table, one chair (to which, she was bound), one door, and one mirror.  She assumed the mirror was see-though from the other side.  Ed was nowhere in sight.
   The door opened and a woman walked in.  She was approximately 5'10", very slender, and wore a conservative gray dress.  Her hair was up in a bun, giving her the severe schoolmarm look.  She lacked any wrinkles so Amanda assumed she was in her twenties.
   "I see you are awake," the woman said. "That is good.  Time moves swiftly and we have much to accomplish."
   "Where are we," Amanda asked.  "Where is Ed?  Who are you?  What do we have to accomplish?"
   "Patience, Amanda," the woman said.  "I will answer your questions, but, as I said, time moves swiftly and we will be done faster if you just let me talk.  I will undo your restraints.  They were merely meant to keep you from falling and are no longer needed.  I advise you not to try to escape.  I may not look it, but I am an accomplished martial artist and would stop you.  Then I would need to restrain you again.  Will you just sit and listen if I unbind you?"
   Amanda, not trusting her voice, merely nodded.
   The woman was as good as her word and withing a few minutes, Amanda was freed from her restraints.  The woman stepped back quickly and observed Amanda, waiting for the inevitable attempt to escape.  Amanda surprised her by leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table, her hands clasped.  The woman nodded.
   "Good.  Most people try to escape.  They have always failed, but they try anyway."
   She nodded to the mirror and the door opened.  A man walked in with another chair and a briefcase.  After taking both the chair and briefcase, the woman noded again and the man left, closing the door behind him.  The woman sat down and opened the briefcase.
   "Okay, Amanda," the woman began, "let's start.  My name is Alanna.  I work for an organization that works closely with the firm your late husband worked for.  I know that what I am about to tell you will be hard for you to believe, but I have the evidence here in this case.  You are welcome to see for yourself, if you need to."
   "John," Alanna continued, "was a good lawyer and, by all appearances, a good father.  Unfortunately, he had an expensive vice.  He had a gambling addiction.  My employer owns several casinos all across the country and they also operate several underground gambling enterprises, some of which are quite illegal."
   "Unfortunately, John would occasionally gamble more than he had and would find other sources of money to cover his losses.  He had been embezzling from his lawfirm for several years before we found out.  We were about to confront him about his indiscretions when he suffered his heart attack.  As you can guess, that leaves us in a relatively unpalatable situation.  We cannot collect what we are due from a dead man."
   "How much did he owe you," Amanda asked.  Surely there was enough in the insurance policy to cover it.
   "Seven million dollars.  And then there is the matter of the six million he embezzled from his lawfirm over the last ten years.  As they are our legal representatives and work to keep us out of legal troubles, we felt it was in our best interest to assume that debt as well."
   "But we don't have thirteen million dollars," Amanda interjected.
   Alanna looked at Amanda for a minute before continuing.
   "We know you do not have the money.  Your husband's life insurance policy is only good for two million.  Therefore, we find ourselves in a bad situation.  We cannot afford this kind of publicity.  A message has to be sent; one that will tell other patrons not to bet more than they can cover.  You have a choice here.  You will die tomorrow.  Your choice is this: who will die with you?"
   Amanda was trembling.  Did the woman just say that they were going to kill her?
   "What do you mean?  You're going to kill me?  To send a message?"
   "That is right," Alanna replied.  "We are going to kill you, film it, and sell the movie on the black market.  The proper people will know what happened and our patrons will be informed of the consequences of being unable to pay their debts."
   "But what did you mean," Amanda asked.  "What did you mean when you asked who would die with me?"
   "Ahhh.  Here is the fun part.  My organization needs to send a message.  It has to be a serious message.  One dead relative would not be enough.  Your choice is this:  either you will kill your two oldest daughters or we will kill all five of them.  Their deaths will be filmed as well abd the movies, again, will be sold on the black market."
   "But why?"
   Alanna sighed.
   "I just told you.  A message needs to be sent.  It also does not hurt that the profits from the sales will cover most of your husband's debt.  If it is just you and the two older ones, we should get ten million from the sales.  If it is all of you, especially the 9-year-old, we could get as much as fifty milion.  People pay big bucks to watch a kid suffer."
   "Then why give me a choice?"
   "Because the head of the organization does not like killing young kids unnecessarily.  You and your two oldest would satisfy the debt.  Your reluctance, however, would need to be punished with more sever consequences.  The choice is yours."
   "When do you have to have my decision?"
   Alanna looked at Amanda and smiled sweetly.
   "It is five o'clock now.  I will give you four hours to think about it.  At nine, have your decision ready."   
   With that, Alanna left the room and securely locked the door.
   A moment later, a voice came through the speakers.
   "You may have noticed the mirror.  It is, indeed see-through from outside the room.  Someone will always be watching and listening to you.  Should you need to use the toilet, simply say so.  They will take you to the bathroom.  You will not be allowed to escape so please, do not try.  Any attempt will end up with you back in the room and you will be allowed to piss and/or shit yourself."

   It was the longest four hours of Amanda's life.  She spent the first hour cursing her husband out.  Alanna had left the briefcase so Amanda could see the 'evidence' for herself.  It was as clear as black and wite.  Her husband had been leading a double life.  He had been the upstanding member of society and a benefit to his community.  He had also been involved in some pretty dicey stuff.  He had gambled away their savings and replaced it with money he had embezzeled from the company.  He had done the same with Michelle's and Elaine's college funds.
   After the first hour, Amanda contemplated their futures.  She was going to die.  She knew and, tentatively, accepted it.  Her girls, though.  That was something she was not prepared for.  The choices were clear.  Her two oldest would die, or all of them would die.  Looking at it like that, the choice was clear.  Michelle and Elaine would have to die in order to save Elizabeth, Melinda, and Amy.
   But then again, there was that statement that she would have to kill her two oldest daughters.  Suddenly she wasn't sure she could do it.  If they were filming it in order to sell the videos, then a quick painless kill was out of the question.  Could she torture her own daughters?  She wasn't so sure.
   She was still going around in circles with that question when the door opened at nine o'clock and Alanna came back into the room.

   "Well," Alanna asked as she entered the room, "what have you decided?"
   "Before I answer that can I ask a few questions?"
   Alanna smiled.  She had known that this was coming.
   "Certainly, but we will have to have some resolution by ten o'clock so we know how to prepare your daughters tonight for their big day tomorrow."
   "My girls are here?"
   "Of course.  After Ed put the nail in your tire, he called us to let us know the girls were at home alone.  We sent some men over to pick them up."
"Ed did this?"
"Yes," Alanna replied, "but don't hate him too much.  He actually considered you family until he found out what John had been doing.  He still feels bad about handing all of you over to us.  He knew we were going to kill you, but he wanted to adopt your daughters.  If things go well, he may still get your three youngest."
Amanda thought for a few minutes.
"Okay.  I've almost made up my mind, but I have to know.  You said that I would have to be the one who kills Michelle and Elaine?"
"That is correct.  There is something a little exciting about a mother killing her own kids.  The videos should sell very well."
"And you are filming it.  Do I take that to mean that I would have to torture them a bit before killing them?"
"Of course.  Look.  To save time and answer your question, let me give you a rundown of what we have in mind.  You will come into the room.  The girl's wrists will be bound and hung on a hook.  Her feet will touch the ground......barely.  You will come in and beat her up.  You will punch her.  You will kick her.  You will spit on her face.  There will be a baseball bat in the room. You will use the bat to break the girl's legs.  You will be pleased to know that upon arriving here they were given a full inspection.  They are still virgins.  Anyway, you will then use whatever sex toys are there - dildos, strap-ons, rotors, etc... - to take her virginity."
"After you are done with that," Alanna continued, "you will be given butchering equipment.  You will remove the girl's breasts.  You will cut out her pussy.  You will cut off her asscheeks.  These, you will put on a tray.  They will be cooked and we will eat them later.  At this point, the girl will be weak from bloodloss and close to death.  You will cut her open from her pubic mound to her sternum.  You will pull her intestines out so they hang to the floor.  You will reach in and cut out her heart.  You will rub her heart in her face and then take a bite out of it."
"That," Alanna continued, "is the script for both girls.  It's cookie cutter formula, but the fact that these are your teenage daughters will make up for that.  If you hesitate at any point along the way, or if you throw up after taking a bite of the heart, we will bring in a more experienced woman to finish the job.  The problem is that if we have to do that, we will do all five girls this way.  The woman we have to replace you, if necessary, is the one who will be killing you."
   "And how will I die?"
   "You will also be beaten.  Then you will be dismembered.  Your wounds will be cauterized and you will be given stimulants that will keep you alive and alert.  She will then cut you open, gut you, clean you, fill you with stuffing, and then shove a steel spit through you, entering your asshole and exiting your mouth.  You will be given as much stimulants as needed to keep you alive and alert, but you, like your daughters, will have no anesthetics.  Once you are spitted, you will be placed on a rack over a bed of coals and will cook.  You will likely die before you are done cooking as it can take up to four hours to cook you properly.  Your heart will likely give out after 30 minutes over the coals."
   Amanda sat there shaking.  This woman had just described the most horrific death imaginable as calmly as she would ask for another cup of tea.  Alanna looked at her watch.
   "Well," she said, "it is twenty past nine.  We still have forty minutes.  Any other questions?"
"Yes.  What will be done with us after..."
"I understand.  You will be cooked, of course.  Your severed limbs will be grilled.  The parts you removed from your daughters - the breasts, pussies, and asscheeks - will be baked in an oven.  We will have an excellent feast tomorrow night.  The girls' bodies will be processed - meaning all edible parts will be harvested - and then destroyed.  We can't leave any evidence, can we?"
"So," Amanda said, "let me see if I understand this.  The only difference between me killing my daughters and you having my replacement do it is that if my replacement does it, all five of my daughters will be butchered and killed?"
"Yes.  Well, and the fact that if you do it, your older girls will be aware that it is their mother who is killing them."
   Amanda was still torn.  The fact that all the girls would be horribly tortured if she did not agree weighed heavily on her mind.  This was definitely a case of choosing the lesser of two evils.
   "I do not need any more time," Amanda said.  "I'll do it.  To save my three youngest, I'll do it."
   Alanna rose and smiled genuinely.  Real warmth and compassion came from that smile.
   "Excellent," she said.  "I must say, I think you made the right choice.  I just wish we had met under better circumstances.  We might have even become friends."
   Then the mask was back.  The cold professional once again stood before Amanda.
   "I will inform my superiors.  Someone will be along shortly to escort you to your room.  I warn you again to not try to escape.  It would be futile and the punishment would be severe."
   Alanna turned and left the room, securing the door behind her.
   Amanda wept.

   It had been a long night.  She had been thoroughly cleaned out with an enema before they handcuffed her to her bed.  The cuffs were of soft fur-lined leather.  They were comfortable, but try as she might (and she tried damn hard), she could not free herself.  Amanda stayed awake crying until, exhausted, she passed out.  She could not believe she was going to torture and butcher her own daughters.  She could not see any alternative, though.  It was either lose two, or lose all five.  She had to steel herself.  She could not let her own emotions get in the way.  If she, for whatever reason, could not do it, then all five girls were doomed.
   The girls had had a very pleasant night.  They had not been told a thing about their father's indiscretions.  As far as they knew, their mother had taken time off and had gone to spend the night with an old friend.  The older girls understood.  Their mother had just lost the person she had loved most for the last 30 years.  Anyway, the girls were allowed to play video games, watch TV, or just read if they so chose.  Ed, their father's boss had picked them all up around five o'clock and said that their mother had called and asked him to keep an eye on them. 
   They enjoyed the ride to Ed's house.  The car was a bit small and they were cramped a bit, but Ed lived out in the country.  That meant that they got to see animals such as horses, cows, and sheep.  The younger girls pleasure was contagious and so the close quarters did not seem to be that bad.
   The next morning, at nine, the three younger girls went to the mall with Ed's wife while the older two went with a couple of Ed's friends to pick up some materials Ed needed to complete a new bedroom he was adding onto his house.  Everyone was happy with the situation.  Although Michelle and Elaine loved malls, Ed's friends were unbelievably cute.  Alone time with them was worth missing a trip to the mall.
   While Michelle and Elaine giggled in the back, the men drove for a while before inconspicuously slipping a filter into their nostrils and mouths.  Once the filters were in place, the driver triggered the release of the sleeping gas.  The girls never stood a chance.  By the time they realized something was wrong, they were almost unconscious.  Once the girls were asleep, the men lowered the windows - airing out the car - and removed the filters.  The men knew what was going to happen to these young women and thought it was a shame.  On the other hand, they knew they would be inserious trouble if they touched the girls in any way.  Keeping that in mind, they continued on to their destination.

   Amanda awoke to the sound of someone entering the room.  It was Alanna.  The woman - now in a conservative blue suit - opened the curtains, letting in the sunlight.
   "Good morning, sleepy head.  It is almost ten o'clock.  We have a lot to do before we get down to business, so I will just undo your cuffs and take you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up again."
   Amanda cringed at the cheery voice.  It was as if the woman was discussing a light breakfast before going shopping.  The woman was as good as her word though, and soon, Amanda found herself in the bathroom receiving another enema.  She was also given a shot that induced nausea.  It was explained that it was best if both ends were empty before doing what was planned.  Especially if you had never done it before.
   "When are we supposed to do this," Amanda asked.
   "Well," Alanna replied, "It is now fifteen minutes to eleven.  We will finish prepping you by eleven-thirty.  Your girls are being prepped as we speak.  They are unconscious so they do not feel the embarrassment, but they will wake up soon.  We should be ready to go by noon."
   "And how do we go about this," inquired Amanda.
   "Well, do you remember the runthrough I gave you last night?"
   Amanda nodded grimly.
   "Well that is how it is going to go.  It was decided that you will do Michelle first and then Elaine.  The younger girl will be strung up in the same room so she will be able to see exactly what you do to her sister.  There will be a twenty minute break between the girls.  This will allow you to shower and make yourself presentable again."
   "Does Elaine really have to be there," Amanda asked.  She had really been hoping that they would keep the girls' misery to a minimum.  The horror of seeing her mother kill - brutally kill - her sister was something Amanda wanted to prevent for Elaine.
   "Well, we were going to have her in another room watching you do her sister through closed circuit television, but we thought this would add to the scene.  The audio will be recorded on these two videos so the addition of Elaine's screams should be a nice addition."
   "You will have the audio recorded on this?  Won't they hear your voice when you give me instructions?"
   "Of course not," Alanna replied.  "You will have an earpiece attached to your ear so you will hear everything I say, but the cameras will bick up none of it.  If you remove that earpiece, or refuse to follow instructions, you know what will happen.  You really did make the right choice last night.  It would be a shame to ruin things now by trying to back out."
   "Don't worry," Amanda said.  "I will not back out now.  I can't, can I?  If my other children are to have a future, I really have to do this."
   "Keep that in mind, Amanda.  Make that your mantra and you will get through this just fine."
   They finished cleaning Amanda and returned her to her room.
   "It is quarter past eleven," Alanna said.  "I will be back at five minutes to noon to get you.  I just heard that the girls are ready as well.  They are still asleep, but they should wake up momentarily.  If you believe in god, take this time to say your prayers."

   Michelle started coming to as her shoulders started to feel the strain of supporting her weight.  Looking up, she saw her hands were tied at the wrists and a hook was passed between her forearms, catching the rope and holding her upright.  Her feet could touch the ground, but it was only enough to reduce the strain a little.  If she bent her legs even the tiniest bit, her shoulders took the full burden of her weight.  Looking over at Elaine, who was fifteen feet away, she saw her younger sister was in the same predicament.
   "Elaine," Michelle called.
   Elaine was just then starting to wake.  Groggily, she looked over to where the voice was coming from.
   "Michelle?"
   As Elaine took in her sister's situation, she immediately snapped to full alertness.  Looking up at the hook she was dangling from, she let out a whimper.
   "Michelle," Elaine said, her voice tinged with panic, "where are we?"
   "I don't know," Michelle replied.  Looking at the clock above the only door in the room, she saw it was five minutes to noon.
   "The last thing I remember," Michelle said, "is feeling weird.  We were heading over to the hardware store to get some building materials for the bedroom.  Then I started feeling wierd and I must have blacked out."
   "Yeah," Elaine agreed.  "That is all I remember as well.  But that was almost three hours ago.  What happened?"
   "I do not know, Elaine.  To be honest, I am really scared.  Look at us.  These are not the same clothes we were wearing when we went out this morning.  That means someone changed us into these clothes.  And why the hell would they choose cheerleader outfits?  They must be perverts."
   Elaine thought about that.  She had to agree with her sister.  They had been kidnapped by perverts.  Quietly taking stock of her physical condition, she realized that in addition to the pain in her shoulders, her butt hurt.  Thinking about it, she recognized the feeling.  She had been suffering severe constipation last year and had been too embarrassed to discuss it with her parents.  The school nurse found out about it and administered an enema to help relieve the situation.  Her butt hurt the same way at that time.
   "Does your butt hurt, too, Michelle?"
   After a moment's consideration, Michelle nodded at her little sister.
   "I think," Elaine said, "they gave us enemas."
   It had been years since Michelle had had one, but after thinking about it, she had to admit that Elaine was most likely right.
   "But why?  Why would they give us enemas?"
   The door banged open and a woman walked in.  With her was their mother, Amanda.  The surprising thing was that their mother was naked.
   "Why," the woman asked. "Why?  We did it so you two girls would not shit yourself while your mother punishes you."
   The woman walked over to Michelle and, using a needle, injected something into her neck.
   "OUCH," Michelle exclaimed.  "What the hell was that?"
   The woman walked over to Elaine, gave the younger sister a similar injection, and then went over to Amanda. 
   "Under that sheet," whispered Alanna, pointing to a table covered by a black sheet, "is a sturdy pair of scissors.  After I leave, you will use them to remove Michelle's clothing.  You will not do anything to Elaine until it is her turn.  After I leave, count slowly to thirty and then begin.  Remember, you are on film so be careful what you say.  If I think you have said anything that endangers anyone associated with this movie, this film will be destroyed and your other daughters will be made to suffer the same fate.  Nod if you understand me."
   Amanda nodded sadly.
   "Excellent," Alanna said.  "Good luck."
   Alanna left and Amanda started counting.

   Elaine was stunned.  Her mother was going to punish them?  For what?  And what was that shot she got?  This looked bad.  Her mother was naked.  Why was she naked?  What in hell was going on here?
   Elaine watched as her mother mumbled something.  Amanda looked like she was deep in thought.  Obviously reaching some conclusion, Amanda walked over to a table that neither Michelle nor Elaine had noticed.  Removing the sheet, Amanda saw a pair of scissors, two baseball bats, and a very sharp butcher knife.  There were also some clear plastic bags like those used to store frozen leftovers. 
   She picked up the scissors and walked to her oldest daughter.
   "Hold still, Michelle," Amanda said.  "I do not want to cut you."
   "What do you mean, mom," Michelle asked.
   Her answer came as her mother began to cut the cheerleader uniform from Michelle's body.  The skirt was the first to go.  Whoever had dressed her, had left Michelle wearing her transparent panties rather than putting on the bloomers worn by most cheerleaders.  The blouse soon followed, leaving Michelle in only her bra and panties.  Amanda let out a low whistle.  This was the first time she had seen her daughter like this since Michelle first started her period. 
   Another snip from the scissors freed Michelle's breasts.  The pair of 40-D's was truly astounding.  Remembering that she would soon be cutting those magnificent breasts from her daughter's body, Amanda bit back a sob and continued with her task.  She quickly cut the panties off, leaving her daughter stark naked.
   Michelle was mortified.  Her mother had just stripped her.  More importantly, however, was the fact that her mother had just destroyed a $40 bra and a $30 pair of panties.  She was outraged.  Looking at her mother, however, she was calmed (and scared) by the sight of a tear rolling down her mother's cheek.
   "You're doing fine, so far, Amanda," Amanda heard the voice from the earpiece say.  "Now let's get on to the next stage.  Remember, we need her face to be left alone, but anywhere else is fair game."
   Amanda sighed and returned the scissors to the table.  She went back to Michelle and looked her daughter in the face.
   "I'm so sorry, Michelle," Amanda said.
   "I don't understaaaaaaaagh!"
   Michelle's statement turned into a screem as Amanda used all her strength to deliver a vicious blow to the teenager's stomach.  As Michelle sucked in a breath, Amanda landed two more equally painful blows; one to her daughter's left tit and one to the girl's right tit.
   Michelle was in agony.  Noone had ever hit her like that.  She had received spankings when she was little, but this was something beyond compare.  Her mother was really working her over.  After the punch to her stomach and the two to her tits, her mother started working on her back; hitting her kidneys, punching the muscles directly below the shoulder blades.  The real pain came when her mother stepped around to the front and delivered an especially brutal kick into the girl's crotch.
   "That's enough," Alanna said through the earpiece.  "Now get the bat and destroy the girl's legs.  I do not care if the leg breaks on the first hit.  I want twenty solid hits on each leg."
   Amanda obeyed, going to the table and looking at the bats.  Both were metal.  Picking one up, it felt solid.  It must have been almost 10 pounds.  She returned to her daughter and stared a moment at Michelle's beautiful legs.  Blood was running down one of them and Amanda realized she must have broken her daughter's hymen with that kick.
   The first swing connected with the girl's hamstring on her right leg.  Michelle let out a howl like nothing Amanda had ever heard.  To the mother's complete surprise, she was beginning to feel a tingling in her own crotch.  Aiming a little lower, Amanda swung again and heard a crack as Michelle's knee was broken.  The tingling in Amanda's crotch sent an alarmingly pleasant jolt through her body.  Amanda could not believe it.  Was she really getting off on hurting her daughter?
   She continued her assault on her daughter's legs and when she was done, the legs were pulped.  They were black and blue from the ankles to the hips.  Each leg had broken in at least three places.  Michelle's voice had broken and she was reduced from howls to whimpers.  Amanda was no longer puzzled.  She was definitely turned on by her actions.  She had been cumming continuously from the fourth hit on the second leg.
   "That is what I meant when I said you would need a break between the girls," Alanna said through the earpiece.  "I have seen this many times.  At first you are horrified that you would do such a thing, but the destruction of a beautiful girl is often very arousing."
   "We are done with the bat," Alanna continued.  "Time to move on to the cutting.  Remember.  Do the breasts first, then the ass cheeks, and then the pussy.  Once that is done and the parts are in those plastic bags, then cut her from her pubic bone to her chest, pull out her intestines, and then cut out her heart.  Don't forget to rub it on her face and then bite into it."
   Amanda was very conflicted.  She knew that what she was doing was wrong, horribly wrong, but she was so sexually aroused that she could not even conceive of stopping now.
   "Oh yeah," Alanna said, "I almost forgot.  There are ten bags.  One for each breast, one for each ass cheek, and one for each pussy.  Remember to use the marker on the table to label each bag as to which item is in it, such as 'Michelle, left tit' or 'Elaine, pussy'.  We will need to know who's part is who's."
   Amanda thought it made sense.  She returned the bat to the table and picked up five of the bags, the marker, and the butcher knife.  Walking back to Michelle, she had to stop in her tracks as a massive orgasm ripped through her body.
   
   Michelle was horrified.  She had never felt such pain.  She was having difficulty thinking.  The pain was immense.  She knew that her legs were broken and was pretty sure her mother had ruptured her hymen with that kick.  Seeing her mother approach with a butcher knife, Michelle just knew it was going to get worse.  She looked over to Elaine and saw that her younger sister was sobbing.  Looking back at her mother, Michelle was shocked as she watched her mother obviously have an orgasm.  Unbelievably, her mother was getting off on torturing her daughter.
   
   Elaine was almost in a state of shock.  She had known that they were in trouble when they woke up in this room.  Now, it looked like they were going to die here; and by their own mother's hand.  Watching her mother destroy Michelle's legs had been very painful.  What was more confusing, though, was the sexual charge she felt.  If her hands hadn;t been bound, she would have likely been furiously masturbating.  By the time her mother returned the bat to the table, Elaine had been sobbing due to sexual frustration.

   Amanda approached her oldest daughter with a mix of emotions.  She was very sad that she had to do this to her child and, at the same time, she was intensely sexually excited.  She both looked forward to and dreaded the steps she would take next.
   "Mo..mother...please..." Michelle pleaded.  "No more......no more.....please.....I.....I'm sorry......."
   "Oh, baby," Amanda said, "you have nothing to be sorry for.  I am the one who is sorry.  I am the one doing this to you.  I cannot tell you why, but it is only going to get worse now."
   Seeing the knife in her mother's hand moving to her right breast, Michelle started crying.
   "Mom......wha...what are you doing?  I'm afraid...."
   Amanda lowered the knife.
   "Okay, baby," she said, "I will tell you what to expect.  That way you will know when the end is coming.  I am going to cut off both of your breasts and then I am going to cut off both of your ass cheeks.  I will then cut out your beautiful pussy.  When I am done, I will gut you and then kill you."
   With the open announcement of her intent, Amanda was wracked with another mind-blowing orgasm.  As Amanda stood there quaking from its intensity, Michelle looked at her mother, horrified.  Her mother was going to kill her.  She had said so with a voice so calm that it must be true.  And, to top it off, her mother was enjoying it.
   Amanda, coming down from her orgasm, returned the knife to her daughter's right breast and slowly cut it off.  She put it in the bag and labeled the bag accordingly.  She then removed her daughter's left breast and packaged it up as she had done with the right breast.  Amanda returned to the table and as she thought she remembered, there was an iron, already plugged in and hot.  She took the hot iron over to her daughter and cauterized the wounds on the girl's chest.  Michelle howled in agony.
   Returning the iron to the table and plugging it back in, Amanda picked up the knife and went back to her daughter.  Her daughter hung limply from the restraints, sobbing.  Amanda used the knife skillfully and soon, her eldest daughter's ass cheeks were removed, packaged, and labeled.  Another two minutes with the iron and Michelle's newest wounds were cauterized.
   "I am glad you remembered to cauterize those wounds," Alanna said through the earpiece.  "I had forgotten to remind you.  I also forgot to mention the sex toys under the table.  I know it looks like you broke her hymen with that kick earlier, but we still hant you to fuck her before you remove her pussy.  You will not need to cauterize that wound as you will be done a few minutes after that."
   Amanda returned the iron to the table, plugged it in, and then retrieved an impressive-looking strap-on from the box of sex toys.  She had a bit of trouble figuring it out as she had never used one before, but it was not long before she had the strap-on adjusted properly.  This one had a nice protuberance that dug nicely into Amanda's clit and she knew it would feel wonderful as she was fucking Michelle.

   Michelle was almost out of it.  The injection in her neck had been a weak stimulant that had kept her from slipping into shock too soon, but the abuse her body had taken was beginning to show.  Suddenly, she was jolted to alertness as ice-cold water fell on her from a sprinkler in the ceiling.  The bastards, it seemed, were not going to let her go that easy.  Looking around her, taking in the view, she saw Elaine shaking in her restraints.  The poor girl was terrified.  Looking at her mother, Michelle was amazed to see a dick that had to be at least twelve inches long protruding from her mother's crotch.

   Elaine was shaking alright.  It was not from fear, as her older sister mistakenly assumed.  Elaine had heard their mother describe what was going to happen to Michelle.  She knew it was likely that she would suffer the same fate, but right now, she was more sexually excited than she had ever been.  Seeing her mother approach Michelle with that immense cock, Elaine had a brand new experience; one she never would have thought possible.  She had an enormous orgasm without even touching herself.

   Amanda was having a problem.  She looked at her oldest daughter and tried to imagine the best way to have sex with her.  The girl had no ass to hang onto anymore.  She also had no tits to hang onto.  The problem was solved by that voice in her ear.
   "I think I know what you are thinking," Alanna said.  "You are right.  Michelle's current position would make it very difficult to get any appreciable penetration.  Look at the back wall of the room.  There are two buttons.  Press the one on the left.  That will lower Michelle enough so you can bend her over that sawhorse in the corner of the room.  She is too weak to stand so that is not a problem we have to worry about.  When you are done, I will use the controls here to raise her up so you can finish her."
   "Remember," Alanna continued. "Press the left button.  Pressing the right button will lower Elaine and, although she is bound to be weak from her own orgasm, she is still healthy enough to cause us problems if we have to resecure her."
   Amanda followed Alanna's advice to the letter and, once Michelle was bent over the padded sawhorse, Amanda rammed eight inches of that plastic dick into her daughter's virgin pussy.
   Michelle howled with pain as the dick penetrated deep into her pussy.  Her hymen, torn from that kick earlier, stung like mad as the dick scraped across it sans lubricant.  After a moment, with blood beginning to act as a lubricant, Michelle's pussy started to betray her and produce its own lubricant.  This allowed the pain to fade and soon Michelle was grunting in sexual pleasure despite the pain her chest and backside.
   Amanda was in seventh heaven.  That nub rubbing against her clit had her cumming constantly as she raped her daughter.  There was something to having sex with a girl she gave birth to and raised that sent Amanda over the edge.  After three blinding orgasms, she heard Michelle give voice to her own orgasm.
   "OOOOOOOOoooooohhh," Michelle howled as she came violently.  She was shocked.  Here she was with her tits and ass cut off; her own mother raping her violently; and she was cumming.
   "Okay," Alanna said through the earpiece, "that is good enough.  Get on with it."
   Brought back to earth, Amanda sighed.  Pulling out of her daughter, she bent down and kissed her daughter in the small of her back.
   "I'll be back soon, Michelle," she said.  "Don't go anywhere."
   
   Michelle grunted noncommitally and then gasped as the hook began to rise again.  Soon she was back in her original position; her feet barely touching the ground as she hung from the hook.  Looking over at the table, she saw her mother removing the strap-on.  Amanda furiously rubbed her clit a few times, then picked up the knife again.  Remembering what her mother said, Michelle realized that the end was near.  She was very scared, but she was also almost glad.  She had never been hurt this bad before and, although she was not sure, she thought her mother ruptured something inside her.  Looking down, more blood was coming from her pussy.  It was not flowing quickly, but her stomach hurt a great deal.
   
   Elaine was coming down from her fourth orgasm.  This was the most horrifying, the most terrible, the most exciting thing she had ever witnessed.  She knew her sister would be dead soon.  Michelle was probably dying right now.  Elaine had a better view of the blood flowing from Michelle's pussy and some of it was black.  Their mother had done some real damage there and Michelle did not have much longer to live.

   Amanda went to her daughter again.  She had the knife and the plastic bag, already labeled "Michelle's pussy".  Bending down, she went to work.  With two long cuts down the sides, one cut across the top and one cut through the perineum, Amanda loosened the pussy's hold on the body.  Inserting four fingers into Michelle's pussy, she gave a strong yank and the pussy came free from Michelle's body.  Michelle howled like a struck beast. 
   After putting the pussy in the bag, Amanda brushed the hair from Michelle's sweat-drenched face.  She kissed her daughter one last time.
   "This is the end, dear."
   "Mommy," Michelle said, "I'm scared.  I'm very very scared."
   "I know, Michelle," Amanda replied.  "You have always been a good girl.  This pain will be over in just a moment.  Goodbye."
   Amanda stepped back and, in one motion, used the knife to open her daughter from her crotch to he chest.  Reaching into the gaping wound, she grabbed her daughter's intestines and pulled them out so they fell to the floor.  Looking into her daughter's eyes once more, Amanda mouthed her goodbye.  Reaching into Michelle's chest cavity, Amanda quickly cut the girl's heart free and pulled it from the body.  Following instructions, Amanda rubbed the bloody organ all over Michelle's face covering it with blood.  Lastly she took a big bite from the heart.

   Michelle lived long enough, barely long enough to see her mother holding her heart in her hand.  As the light began to fade, the 17-year-old saw the heart moving towards her face.

   Elaine was shaking.  She no longer knew how to feel.  She was terrified.  She was orgasmic.  Her sister had just died and her mother had eaten the heart.  The cheerleader uniform Elaine wore was drenched with sweat.  Her panties were soaked and there was a puddle on the floor between her feet.  She was almost euphoric, but still felt a deep sense of shame at having taken pleasure in her sister's death.

   The door opened a minute later and Alanna came back into the room.
   "That was fantastic," she said.  "I do not think I have ever cum so much in my life."
   Looking at Elaine, Alanna smiled broadly.
   "And this one......just look at her.  From her motions, I counted at least three orgasms."
   Amanda was shocked.  Elaine had cum?  She had just seen her sister brutally murdered and she had cum?  In a way, it made sense.  Amanda remembered reading about how humans deal with death.  In some cases, the body reacts to seeing life end by promoting sensations associated with life procreation.  Amanda thought she remembered that.
   Elaine looked at the woman in the blue suit.
   "Am I next," the 16-year-old asked.
   "Yes," Alanna replied.  "But not for about thirty minutes.  I want your mother to shower and get refreshed before she kills you.  And it looks like you need to be cleaned up again and you also need a new outfit.  You've made a right mess of that one."
   "Why bother?  Isn't she just going to cut it up?"
   "Presentation, my dear," Alanna replied. "Presentation is everything.  The nicer you look when we start, the greater the contrast when she is done."
   "Do I get a last request?"
   Alanna laughed.
   "Sure. Why not?"
   "Then can someone lick my pussy, please?  I am ashamed to admit it, but I am incredibly horny."
   "Well," Alanna replied, "I am not going to mess up my clothes, so I won't do it.  Your mother, though, I think she would be okay for it.  What do you think?"
   Amanda started to refuse.  A mother licking her daughter's pussy was just wrong.  Then she realized the absurdity of the situation.  She had just raped and killed her eldest daughter.  How could licking her othr daughter's pussy be any worse than that.  And it would make Elaine feel better.  Taking all that into consideration, she relented and sunk to her knees between Elaine's legs.
   "Have you ever done this before," Amanda asked her daughter.
   "Yes," Elaine admitted shyly.
   Looking into her daughter's pussy, Amanda realized something odd.  The hymen was missing.  She turned to Alanna.
   "Didn't you say she was a virgin," she asked Alanna.  "Her hymen is missing."
   "I did," Alanna agreed.  "I must admit I lied.  I was trying to relax you in order to help you make your choice.  In truth, we did nothing to the girls until this morning.  All we did then was give them enemas and get them dressed.  Oh and we also purged their stomachs so they would not throw up on you when you were working on them."
   Amanda shook her head and got to work on her daughter's pussy.  Elaine was right.  She was ready and rarin' to go.  It took less than a minute before Elaine was screeching out her orgasm as she flooded Amanda's mouth with her pussy juice.
   "Well," Alanna said, "I hate to put an end to this, as exciting as it is, but time is moving and we need to hurry."
   Amanda and Elaine both nodded sadly.  Amanda got to her feet and was led away to get cleaned up.  While she was gone, two burly men came and took Elaine off the hook.  They unbound her wrists and undressed her.  She was beyond feeling shy.  She was exhausted.  While they cleaned her up, another cleaning crew went to work on the room.

   Thirty minutes later, they were all back in the room.  Well, all but Michelle.  On her way back to the room, Elaine had seen Michelle's body being dismembered in the kitchen.  They were pulling out organs from inside her body.  Michelle's head had been cut off and was stuck on a post at the end of one table.  Elaine shuddered as she realized that that would be her fate in about an hour.  On the other hand, she decided, she would be dead, so it would not matter. 
   None of that, however, took the edge off of her terror.  Her own mother was going to kill her.  And Elaine was terrified.  She really did not want to die.  She did not want to feel the pain Michelle felt.  She knew that watching it somehow made her very horny, but during the whole time their mother worked on her, the only time Michelle looked like she might be feeling pleasure was when their mother was fucking her.  And that only lasted two or three minutes.  The rest of the time, it looked like Michelle was in unbearable pain.
   Elaine thought about her school.  She was a sophomore in high school.  She was liked by most of the girls and more than a few of the boys.  She was pretty without being beautiful.  She sang in the chorus and played the clarinet.  She would be missed.  How would they explain her absense? 
   Elaine certainly never expected to die before her high school graduation.  And more to the point, she never expected to be hurt by her mother.  Hell, her mother was even against spanking, for god's sake.  And here her mother was.  She had killed one daughter (and gotten off sexually while doing it) and was about to kill another daughter.

[azalel]

Elaine was again bound at the wrists and hung on a hook.  This time, it was the hook Michelle had hung from.  Alanna had mentioned something about this hook being better positioned where the cameras were concerned.  That gave Elaine a shock.  They were filming this?  Other people would be seeing their pain, suffering, and deaths?  Then, Elaine remembered that her mother had been the murderer.  There was nothing covering her face.  If other people saw the film, then her mother could be prosecuted for murder.
   "What about that," Elaine asked.  "Won't other people be able to identify my mother and get her for murder?"
   Amanda smiled sadly.
   "Don't worry about me, sweety.  They already thought of that.  After they film me killing you, they will film Alanna killing me."
   "But," Alanna said, "I will be wearing nondescript clothing and face covering so all they will know is that someone about 5'10" killed your mother."
   "Oh," Elaine said.  "How will you kill me, mom?  And how will they kill you?  Do you know?"
   "I can answer that for you," Alanna said.  "Your mom will do to you exactly what she did to your sister.  In the same steps and essentially for the same amount of time.  It's cookie cutter formula, I know, but we think that your mother is killing you will make up for that.  As for her, I will cut off her arms and legs.  I will gut her and stuff her.  I will then shove a steel spit up her ass, through her body, and out her mouth.  Then we will put her over a fire to cook.  Her meat, plus any salvagable meat from you and your sister, will make a wonderful meal."
   "You will cook and eat us?"
   "Yes," Alanna said.  "That is why your mother removed Michelle's breasts, ass cheeks, and pussy.  And yours will be removed for the same reason.  Although, I must admit, your breasts are small enough that there may be little to no usable meat.  Anyway, time is up and we need to get to it.  Are you ready?"
   Elaine frowned a bit and a tear slid down one cheek.
   "No," she said.  "Not really.  I don't really want to die.  I am afraid.  I don't like that you had my mother kill my sister.  I do not like that you are having her kill me or that you will kill her.  I really do not like that you are filming this.  Am I ready?  No."
   Alanna nodded.
   "I understand.  All I can say is that I'm sorry.  Goodbye, Elaine.  Good luck, Amanda."
   Alanna left the room.
   "Mommy," Elaine pleaded, "please don't kill me.  Please?"
   "I'm very sorry, Elaine, but I have to.  It will be over soon, though.  Just keep that in mind.  It will be over soon."
   'Cookie cutter formula' was a good way of describing it, Elaine thought as her mother started punching her.  Elaine remembered how her mother had hit Michelle and Amanda was following the same pattern.  First the stomach, then the tits.  With smaller tits than her sister, the blows hurt Elaine a little more.  Then her mother was assaulting her back.  Realizing she had no hymen to break, she realized that her mother had no reason to avoid kicking her pussy.  Before she could react (and protect herself), her mother did just that.
   Elaine let out a howl that hurt everyone's ears.  That kick really hurt.  Then Elaine remembered what came next.  She couldn't help herself.  The idea of the bat breaking her legs was too much.  She started to whimper and cry.
   "No, mommy," Elaine begged.  "Please don't.  Not that.  I hurt already.  I.....I.....I don't think I can stand that much pain.  Please don't hit me with that."
   Seeing her mother approach with the bat, Elaine's pleas became more frantic.
   "No mommy!  Please!  I'll be good.  Just skip this part!  I'll do anything!  Don't hit me with that!  Don't! Don't!! DON'T!!!! DOOOOoooooo"
   The cry was cut off as Amanda, using all her strength, swung the bat at Elaine's right leg.  The hit shattered the bone and the leg hung limply.  The pain being too much, Elaine passed out.
   "Dammit," Alanna said through the earpiece.  "Do you want me to kill your other kids?  Over on the table, there is a syringe.  It has a much stronger version of the stimulant I gave the girls before we started.  Get the syringe and inject it into her neck.  It will take about two minutes, but she will come around.  In the meantime, get the hammer off the table and then see how she is doing."
   The injection was done a few seconds later and Elaine started to come to much faster than expected.
   "Probably her size," Alanna said.  "She's so small, it probably had a greater effect.  This is good, though.  It should prevent her from passing out again until the end.  Her legs are done.  We won't do any more with them.  What we are going to do instead, is break her toes.  When she is fully awake, you will bring the hammer down with all your might and pulp one of her toes.  Wait ten seconds between toes to let the anticipation build.  Once all ten toes are destroyed, we will go to the cutting stage."
   Amanda nodded sadly.  This was worse than the legs.  Amanda had broken a toe once.  She had been so surprised that something so small could hurt so much.  And here she was, intentionally breaking not one, but all of her daughter's toes.  To her amazement, Amanda felt her pussy responding again.  She was horny again.  She had a thought and mentioned it to Alanna.
   "I like it," Alanna said.  "Sticking her foot in your pussy to get you off will be real nice.  But wait until you break her toes.  It is her screams that gets you going.  Imagine the screams as her broken toes are crushed together in your pussy."
   As much as Amanda hated to admit it, Alanna was right.  It was the child's screams that caused her blood to boil over with lust.  She never knew she had a sadistic streak.  She was not sure she liked this revelation about herself.  About the only good thing was that it would not last long.  She would be dead by tonight and the streak would die with her.
   Elaine was alert now.  Seeing this, Amanda immediately sunk to her knees and, before Elaine could react, used the hammer to destroy the big toe on Elaine's left foot.  Elaine shrieked like a banshee.  Her cries from before were nothing compared to what was heard now.  Ten seconds later, another toe was obliterated.  When Amanda hit the last toe, crushing it, Elaine lost control of her bladder and started pissing.
   "Quickly," Alanna exclaimed.  "Get the cups from the table and fill them with her piss!  Do it quickly before she stops!"
   Amanda made it just in time, the third cup was filled just as the flow of piss stopped.  Elaine was still conscious and aware (thanks to the stimulant). 
   "Now make her drink two of the cups," Alanna said.
   Amanda was not too sure about that part.  Would Elaine really drink her own piss?  Well, she was about to find out.  She took the first cup to Elaine, who was sobbing in agony.
   "Mom," Elaine asked.  "Mom?  I do not think I can do this anymore.  Please stop this."
   "I am sorry, Elaine, but you know that I cannot.  I have something for you to drink, though.  would you like a drink?"
   "Oh, yes, mom," Elaine replied.  "My throat is so dry from the screaming."
   "Ok, dear," Amanda said as she raised the cup to her daughter's lips, "open up."
   Her daughter did and without thinking, Elaine drained the cup without pausing to taste it.  After swallowing the last mouthful, she burped and tasted the piss.
   "Ugh....mom," she said.  "What was that?"
   Amanda could not look her daughter in the eyes.
   "That was your piss, Elaine.  I filled three cups when your bladder let go.  I hate to say it, but I need you to drink another glass of it."
   "Uh......ok, mom.  It's not like the is the worst thing to happen today.  It's only going to get worse, isn't it?"
   Amanda found she couldn't lie to her daughter.
   "Yes, dear, it is."
   "Good job," Alanna said through the earpiece.  "She is right.  Once she drinks this second glass, we will get on to the next part.  Her responses are so good, we are abandoning the cookie cutter model.  I will guide you through this.  Just keep in mind the consequences of not following instructions."
   Amanda had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.  This new development certainly meant more pain for Elaine.  Of course it was far to late to back out now.  She nodded slightly and turned back to her daughter.
   Elaine had just finished the second cup.  She could not fathom how people how she had felt that Michelle's suffering was erotic.  She thought back to her orgasms and was really confused.  She also felt really guilty about getting sexual pleasure from her older sister's suffering.
   "Ok, Amanda," Alanna said, "the last cup is yours.  I want you to drink your daughter's piss in front of her so she can see you."
   Amanda picked up the last glass of piss.
   "Please mom," Elaine said, "no more.  It is really gross."
   "No, Elaine.  This is for me."
   Amanda took her time drinking her daughter's piss.  It was as disgusting as Elaine said, made worse by prolonging the task, but the longer she took drinking the foul liquid, the longer she had before she was hurting Elaine again.  As Amanda finished the drink, Alanna spoke up again.
   "Now comes the difficult part."
   Elaine was turning, or rather, the hook in the ceiling was turning.  When Elaine's back was to the camera, Alanna continued.
   "Over on the table, there is also a skinning knife.  We want you to carve a message into Elaine's back.  The knife should go in enough to cause bleeding, but not deep enough to cause serious damage.  The message will contain ten words, broken into two five-word sentences.  Each sentence will take up three rows; two words on the top row, two words on the second row, and one word on the bottom row.  Use only straight lines to make the letters; no curves.  That will prevent unnecessary tearing."
   Amanda knew this was going to be the most painful part yet.  She went to the table and picked up the skinning blade.  It was as sharp as could be.  She looked at Elaine's unmarked back and sighed.
   "The first sentence is 'Hello, my name is Elaine' and the second sentence, directly below the first, is 'Watch my mom kill me'.  We will get a closeup of it and use a screenshot if it as an opening shot."
   Amanda was grateful that the camera would not see her face as she carved the letters into her daughter's back.  She was crying as she heard Elaine start howling at the pain caused by the cutting.  It only took five minutes, but it seemed much longer.  Blood was flowing freely down her daughter's back when Amanda was finished.
   "Come to the door, Amanda," Alanna said.  "I have something that will help the bleeding."
   At the door, Alanna handed her a carton of table salt and a towel.
   "Wipe her back down with the towel to clear off as much blood as you can.  Then, rub this salt into the cuts.  It will hurt her, but the letters will show up better for the camera."
   Amanda just looked at the woman in horror.  Just how evil was this soft-spoken woman?  At a nod from the diabolical woman, Amanda took the items and got back to work.  She wiped the blood off of Elaine's back and then rubbed the salt into the wounds.  The bloodflow stopped and the skin around the cuts turned a darker shade of red as blood rushed to the area.
   "Step aside, Amanda," Alanna said.  "We need a clear shot for the camera."
   Amanda stepped aside.  After a moment, the hook in the ceiling started turning again.  As it turned, Elaine was turned again until she was facing the observation window and the cameras.  After a minute, Alanna held up a poster-sized picture of Elaine's back, with the message bright red and easy to read.  Elaine was having difficulty raising her head.  She was getting tired.
   "Now we cannot have this, Amanda," Alanna adminished.  "There are three more syringes with stimulant on the table.  Go get another one and wake Elaine up again.  We want her to see this message."
   Amanda was almost numb now.  She didn't think about it.  She just got the syringe and emptied the contents into Elaine's neck.  She put the empty syringe back on the table and when she returned, Elaine was alert again.
   "Why won't they let me die, mom?  Right now, I just want it to end."
   "I understand, dear," Amanda replied, "but they want you to see something.  Look at the window."
   As Elaine looked at the window, Alanna held up the poster again.
   "That," Amanda said, "is your back now.  They are going to use this as the opening shot to this movie."
   Elaine stared at the message, her mouth hanging open.
   "Who are these people, mom?  This is just wrong"
   "Enough talk," Alanna said through Amanda's earpiece.  "Time to cut off her tits.  And remember to use the iron to cauterize the wounds."
   Amanda got the knife from the table again and went to Elaine.
   "I am sorry, Elaine.  It is time.  I will cut off your breasts and ass cheeks now."
   "It's ok, mom.  That means we are getting near the end."
   Amanda cut off the 16-year-old's breasts, on at a time and put them in bage, which she then labeled.  She cauterized the wounds as her daughter's body shook from the pain.  She then repeated the process with the ass cheeks.
   "Amanda," Alanna said, "I know she is not a virgin, but ask if she has ever had anal sex."
   Amanda sighed as the put the iron back on the table.
   "Elaine," she asked her daughter, "have you ever had anal sex?"
   "Anal sex," Elaine asked, confused.  "That's in the butt, right?  No.  I've never done that."
   Amanda wished her daughter had said yes.  She knew what was coming even before the teltale click in her ear.
   "The that is the hole you will fuck," Alanna said.  "Put the strap-on and fuck Elaine's ass as hard as you can.  I want to hear her shriek.  No lubricant."
   Amanda shook her head in disgust.  This was going too far, but she still had the three younger girls to protect.  She did as she was told.
   Amanda, wearing the strap-on, stepped behind Elaine.  The girl had caught on to the plot as soon as she thought about the question her mother asked.
   "Your going to put that in my butt, right?"
   "Yes, Elaine.  I am going to put it in your ass."
   "No lubricant?"
   "I'm sorry, dear, but no.  At least not at first.  The rubber dildo will tear the flesh on the inside of your ass and the blood will make it easier on you, but it is still going to hurt a lot.  Now brace yourself.  Here we go."
   Elaine bit her lip and clenched her eys shut, but it did not help.  When her mother buried the twelve-inch dildo in her ass, Elaine let out a howl of pain.
   After a moment, the blood was flowing and the dildo slid more freely in Elaine's ass.  Noticing the friction was qreatly decreased, Amanda increased the force of her thrusts and the speed with which she was fucking her daughter.
   At first, the pain was overwhelming.  As the blood lubricated her ass, though, Elaine started feeling some confused emotions.  It still hurt, but it was beginning to feel a little good, too.  As ahe focused more on the good feelings, she felt an orgasm building.
   Her mother pumped harder and harder, grunting with the effort (and with the sensations her own mounting orgasm produced).  Elaine was getting close.  It was unbelievable.  Her tits had been cut off, her ass cheeks had been cut off, her back had been cut to ribbons, yet here she was, about to experience another orgasm.
   Amanda saw what was happening with Elaine and tried to old back her own orgasm until Elaine had cum.  She had a sinking feeling that once she came, Alanna would make her move on the the last bit.  She wanted to make Elaine feel good one last time.  Alas, it was not to be.  Amanda shook with the force of her orgasm and let out a tremendous sigh.
   "Ok, Amanda," Alanna said immediately as amanda came down from her orgasm, "we need to wrap this up.  Get the knife and cut out Elaine's pussy."
   Seeing what was happening, Elaine let out a howl of frustration.
   "NO," she shouted, surprised she still had the strength, "let me finish.  Please let me cum one more time.  Please, mom."
   "Heh heh," Alanna chuckled.  "Ok.  Get the knife, then lick your daughter until she cums.  Then cut out her pussy.  You know what to do after that."
   "Yeah," Amanda thought, "I know what to do after that."
   She got the knife and went back to Elaine.  She got to her knees, set the knife down, and buried her face in her daughter's pussy again.  The ass-fucking she had given Elaine has started the young girl's ass bleeding again.  It was only a little blood so she did not need to cauterize it again.  Elaine would be dead long before she bled to death.  The blood ran down Amanda's chin as she tried to give her daughter one more orgasm.
   Elaine was as happy as she could be, given the circumstances.  She knew she would be dead in a few minutes, but her mother was letting her have one last orgasm before she died.  Elaine was still conflicted.  The building orgasm felt like it was going to be her biggest one ever.  On the other hand, she wanted to die and end her pain.  It wouldn't matter, she realized, as the orgasm reached its peak.  She trembled as the biggest orgasm of her young life overwhelmed her.
   Amanda needed no prompting.  She wanted to do this before Elaine's orgasmic euphoria subsided.  Picking up the knife the made the side cuts, the top cut, and the cut through the perineum, loosening the pussy.  Reaching in, she grabbed the pussy firmly and yanked it free.  She put it in the bag, labeled the bag and put the bag with the others.
   "One more thing," Alanna said.  "When you cut her open, in addition to pulling her intestines out, you will locate her ovaries and cut them free. You will feed one to Elaine and you will eat the other.  Then you will cut out her heart, rub it on her face and eat that as well."
   Amanda was glad this was almost over.  After this, it would be Alanna doing all the work.  She did not think she could do anymore.  Just this last bit and she was done. 
   Elaine's euphoria was gone.  The pain she felt from her crotch was almost unbearable.  As Elaine watched, her mother took the knife and cut her open from the crotch to the chest.  The pain surged and Elaine howled again.  Through tears, she watched her mother pull her intestines out and let them fall to the floor.  Then her mother made some more movements in her guts.
   Pulling her hands from her daughter's guts, she held two small balls in her hands.  She pushed one into her daughter's mouth and, turning to the camera, popped the second one in her own mouth.  Looking back at Elaine, she saw that the girl had not swallowed it yet.  Elaine just gave her a questioning look.  Amanda showed the girl the ball in her own mouth before chewing it up and swallowing it.
   "Your ovaries," Amanda said, answering her daughter's unasked question.  "Swallow it, Elaine, and I will finish it for you."
   Elaine nodded once, bit into the ovary, and made a disgusted face at the peculiar taste.  Continuing, nonetheless, she chewed the ovary completely before swallowing it.  She opened her mouth to show her mother that it was gone.
   Amanda leaned in and brushed the hair from her daughter's face.  She kissed her daughter one last time.
   "Thenk you, dear.  Here it comes.  Goodbye."
   Amanda reached into her daughter's chest and feeling the sixteen-year-old's heart beating irregularly, she quickly cut it from the girl's chest.  Her previous experience - doing the same to Michelle - had allowed her to be faster this time.  When she rubbed the bloody organ on Elaine's face, the girl was still conscious and made a surprised face.
   Elaine was surprised.  She could feel her heart being cut from her chest and was still alive when her mother rubbed it on her face.  As things started to go black, she saw her mother take a bite.

   Amanda sat down and looked at the heart in her hands.  It was her daughter's heart.  She took another bite.  It tasted good, she thought.  She was really surprised at this revelation.  She was in too much shock after killing Michelle to take note of the taste or texture of her eldest daughter's heart.  She wondered if Elaine's tasted better.

   Unbeknownst to Amanda, Alanna kept the film rolling.  This was great.  The mother, having killed her daughter, continued to eat until the heart was gone.  Ultimately, it made no difference to Alanna.  Amanda's digestive system was going to be removed and disposed of prior to Amanda being placed over the fire.  Alanna thought she would make Amanda eat her own ovaries as well.  That could be entertaining.

   Amanda finished eating the heart and sat in quiet contemplation.  After a few minutes, the door opened and Alanna came back in.
   "Excellent job, Amanda.  Really, top notch.  Now we are going to get you cleaned up again. While we are gone, the boys will come in and straighten this room up again.  They will also take care of Elaine."
   Amanda was too stunned to respond.  Alanna was not upset by this.  She'd seen it before and knew it would make the cleaning and prep stages much easier.  Amanda was in a sort of trance.  She followed instructions without hesitation. 
   Alanna led her to the shower where Elaine's blood was washed away.  Amanda's hair was washed and her skin was scrubbed down with moisturizing body soap.  After the shower, Alanna led her to a dressing table, dried and arranged her hair, and applied a very modest layer of make-up.  Amanda's nails were painted.  Lastly, she was dressed in a beautiful gown.  It was black satin and had a slit up to her hip.  She looked beautiful.  It was important, however, that they not do too much.  Amanda needed to be recognized as the one who killed her daughters.

   Forty minutes later, the room was ready and Alanna was informed.  Taking out the syringe she had put in her bag, Alanna stuck the point into Amanda's neck and injected the highest concentration of stimulants they had into Amanda's bloodstream.  It would take a few minutes to take effect, but once it did, Amanda would not fade out until she died over the fire.
   Alanna led Amanda by the kitchen's on the way to the studio.  Looking in, she saw that Elaine had been processed quickly and efficiently.  The 16-year-old's head was on a spike beside her older sister's head.  It had been cleaned and makeup (similar to what Amanda wore) had been applied to both girls' faces.
   Amanda, now fully alert, looked in and saw her daughters' heads and started to cry.
   "None of that," Alanna said sharply.  "There will be time for that in a little bit.  But right now, I want you to calm down and avoid ruining your makeup.  I want you looking nice for when we start."
   Amanda regained her composure.  It took some doing, but she succeeded before her mascara had begun to run.
   "Good girl," Alanna said with a smile.  "Let's go."
   They continued on to the studio.  Entering, Amanda saw that the hooks were gone.  The table with the tools was also gone.  In its place stood a portable grill, already lit.  The bars on the grill glowed from the heat.
   "For your arms and legs," Alanna said. 
   In the middle of the room there stood a stainless steel table.  Leaning against one of the legs was a wooden chopping block.  The deep notches in the red-stained wood left no room for debate.  This had been used before.
   Amanda was led to a wall that had a ring set into it about four feet from the floor.  Alanna handcuffed her to it.
   "Now, we have a couple more things to do before we start," Alanna said, "so be a good girl and wait right here."
   Amanda, having no other choice, just nodded.

   Walking into the control booth, Alanna looked around.  There were two other people there.  One, a woman in her early twenties named Rita, was wearing a black catsuit complete with mask.  The other was the technician.  Without hesitation, Alanna stripped down and began putting on her own catsuit - also black- and mask.
   "Okay," she said to the others, "we have one shot with this.  Let's go over it in detail and try to avoid any mistakes."
   Rita nodded.  She had done this before and had always found proper preparation to be vital.
   "Ok," Rita said, "I've got the grill going.  I assume you are going to be the one cutting off her limbs?"
   "Yes," Alanna replied, "but I will need you wo hold her down.  She seems complacent now, but once we start cutting, that will probably change."
   "I understand.  You had the men remove the table with the torture tools.  It looks like they took the iron as well.  How are you going to stop the blood flow?"
   Alanna bolted upright.
   "They took the iron?  Damn them.  Chuck, get on the phone and have them bring it back asap."
   The technician nodded and picked up the phone.
   "I had a thought earlier," Alanna said, continuing her discussion with Rita.  "I think I am going to have Amanda eat both of her ovaries.  It won't matter in the long run as we will just cut out her digestive tract and feed it to the dogs.  Do you have any thoughts on that?"
   Rita thought for a moment.
   "No I cannot see any problems with that.  But I also had a thought.  Rather than just cutting off her arms and legs, why don't we cut off all of her fingers and toes first?  There is no real meat on those so their loss will not affect the feast."
   Alanna smiled broadly.
   "Now that does sound fun.  After the hell she put her daughters through, it would be a pity to let her die without feeling as much pain as we can inflict without killing her."
   "You said she was complacent," Rita said.  "Why is that?  I know that if I knew I was about to die, I would be fighting tooth and nail."
   "Well, it was part of the deal.  If she followed my instructions to the letter, all through killing her two oldest daughters and her own death, her three youngest would not be harmed.  So, to protect the little ones, she is playing nice."
   "And what happened to the 'little ones'?"
   "Well," Alanna said, "they went to the mall this morning, but wouldn't you know it?  On the way to the mall, they were kidnapped.  Just between you, me, and Chris, here, by this time next week, they will likely be sucking dick in some rathole in Bangkok."
   "That is rich.  Are you going to tell her?"
   "At the end," Alanna replied. "Just before I shove the spit through her.  Then, I will tell her everything.  You'll love it."
   "Alanna," said Chris as he hung up the phone, "they will be here in a minute with the iron.  They also had another suggestion.  I overheard you talking about removing fingers and toes.  They said the iron was a bit much for that kind of work and recommended using a fire poker.  Just shove one into the fire beneath the grill and, once hot, it should do an excellent job of cauterizing the hands and feet."
   Alanna and Rita smiled.
   "I knew I could count on you, Chris.  Thanks."
   A minute later, a man arrived at the booth carrying the iron and a fire poker.
   "Thanks," Alanna said as she took the items.  "Well, Rita, time to get to work.  Oh, and Chris, remember this: no audio.  I do not want her saying something incriminating that could get us into trouble.  If her lips are visible at a critical moment, we will blur it out during editting."
   "Will do, boss," Chris said as he turned off the microphones in the studio.  "Have fun, ladies."
   Alanna and Rita just smiled as they walked into the studio.

   Amanda had been getting antsy.  When were they going to get back to her?  If they waited too long, they might not have enough time to cook her.  Alanna had been adamant on that point.  She would be cooked tonight.
   As the door opened, Amanda let out a breath she had not realized she had been holding.  Alanna was in a black catsuit and there was another woman with her.  Amanda could make out nothing about the woman.  The mask completely covered her face.  Remembering what Alanna told Elaine, Amanda realized that that was the point.  The killers did not want to be identifiable in the video.
   Alanna walked over to Amanda and, after putting on her own mask, waved at Chris in the booth.  On that cue, Chris started recording.
   "Well, Amanda," Alanna said, "it is time.  I know that with these suits on, it will make it hard to tell us apart.  Just remember that I am the only one that will do anything to you.  When I remove your limbs, my partner will hold you down.  That is all.  She, during the rest of the time, will be tending the grill.  We do not want your arms and legs to burn, do we?"
   "Can I find out her name?"
   "Sorry, but no," Alanna replied.  "She is a bit shy and would not want you to know."
   "So how do we begin?"
   "No.  You will not know.  From this point on, I will not talk to you.  I may have something to say before the end, but I do not want you anticipating anything."
   Amanda sighed.  She kind of expected this.  After all, they never told Michelle what to expect.  While they did tell Elaine, they changed direction almost from the beginning.  Maybe that had been the plan all along.  Well, she would take it as best she could.  The other girls, though they didn't know it, were depending on her.
   Alanna went over to the grill and saw that Rita had already plugged in the iron and had stuck the poker in the fire.  She patted Rita on the shoulder, grabbed a knife from the utensils haning off the side of the grill, and went back to Amanda. 
   She used no caution as she cut the satin dress from Amanda's body.  As a result, there were several nicks in Amanda's perfect skin when she was finally nude.  After returning the knife to the grill, she walked back to Amanda.  When she was close, she spun around and delivered a vicious backhand to Amanda's tits.  The force of the blow knocked Amanda from her feet.
   Amanda howled out in pain, both from the blow and the pain caused by having her shoulder wrenched.  Apparently, Alanna had forgot that Amanda was hancuffed to the wall.
   Shaking her head, Alanna felt for her key to the cuffs.  Remembering that the key was in her pants pocket (in the control room), she cursed and looked around.  Spying some bolt cutters in the corner of the room, she quickly retrieved it and cut through the cuff around Amanda's wrist.
   Amanda, remembering how Alanna cut off the dress, pulled her wrist as far out of the way as she could and, luckily, received no damage from the bolt cutter.  Alanna watched as Amanda freed herself from the cuff and then extended a hand to help the naked woman stand.  Once Amanda was on her feet, Alanna spun again and launched a brutal kick into Amanda's stomach.
   Amanda let out a loud grunt as she flew back and struck the wall.  There was a crunch as her head slammed back into the wall.  Alanna reminded herself that, though the drugs would keep her conscious, they wanted to keep Amanda's head as pretty as possible.  Restraint must be used.
   Amanda was stunned for a moment.  Remembering the past blow, she was a little reluctant to accept the hand Alanna extended.  Realizing that this was going to continue regardless of how she felt, she acquiesced and accepted the helping hand.  To her surprise, Alanna left her alone for a moment, allowing the naked woman to catch her breath.
   Once Amanda had regained her composure, Alanna let loose with a kick to Amanda's crotch that brought her to her toes.  The resulting shriek of torment hurt Alanna's ears.  Looking over at Rita, Alanna saw that she, too, was suffering.
   "Oh fuck," Amanda groaned once the pain started to subside.  "I had no idea how much that hurt."
   Alanna grinned behind her mask.  Now the bitch was starting to get the point.  This was not going to be a quick, relatively painless death.  Quickly moving behind the naked woman, Alanna let loose with a flurry of punishing blows to Amanda's kidneys.
   The naked woman sucked in a deep breath but was unable to release it due to this latest outburst of pain.  Realizing that this is what she put her daughters through, she silently apologized profusely.
   After ten more minutes, Alanna was done and Amanda was on the floor sobbing.
   "I think the meat has been tenderized enough," Rita said.
   "I think you are right," Alanna replied.  "Help me get her onto the table."
   Although she didn't look it, Rita was incredibly strong.  Able to bench press 200 pounds and carry a 130-pound rucksack five miles, she had no problem picking the 125-pound Amanda up and placing her on the table.
   They wheeled the table over to the grill and Amanda knew that this was it.  They were going to cut off her arms and legs.
   Alanna surprised Amanda as she grabbed a pair of tinsnips from the utensils.  She showed them to Amanda before using them to cut the pinky from Amanda's left hand.  Alanna was careful as she cut the ring finger from the hand.  She did not want to damage the ring.  After Amanda calmed a bit, Alanna showed her the finger and then, as Amanda watched, Alanna slipped the ring from the severed digit.  Alanna reached inside her catsuit and shoved the ring up inside her pussy.  That done, she returned to work.  She quickly finished the left hand and then used the poker, glowing white from the heat, to cauterize the hand.
   Amanda wanted to pass out.  This pain was too much.  She could not imagine why she was still conscious.  Then she remembered the shot in the neck Alanna gave her.  The woman was diabolical.
   Alanna repeated the process with the right hand, as well.  Then, attempting to cut through the baby toe on Amanda's right foot, Alanna found that the tinsnips were inadequate for the job.  With a flash of inspiration, she got the bold cutter.  If it can cut through metal, it could definitely cut through bone.  And, with the long handles, it had much better leverage.  Using the bolt cutter, Alanna soon finished with the toes.  Cauterizing the feet caused Amanda to let out another of those earsplitting shrieks.
   "Should we tape her mouth shut," Rita inquired.
   "No.  Although the video will not pick up sound, the viewers will still get the point if we let it go.  But I just had another idea.  Come with me."
   The two women went into the control booth.
   "Chris, you still got the ear protectors I gave you?"
   "Sure, Alanna.  I assume you meen the ones you insert in your ears rather than the ones that cover your ears."
   "You assume correctly," Alanna replied.  "That woman's screaming is going to make the two of us deaf."
   Chris retrieved two sets of plugs and Rita and Alanna soon had them in place and their masks back on.
   They went back into the room and saw Amanda about to slide off of the table.  Rita ruched over and repositioned the naked woman in the middle of the table.
   "Hold her down," Alanna said, "I am going to chop off her legs now."
   Rita nodded and put pressure on Amanda's chest.  She did not use enough to inhibit Amanda's breathing, but Amanda got the point.  She was not going anywhere.
   Picking up a large cleaver, Alanna started hacking at Amanda's left leg.  It took six blows before they heard the CLANG of the blade cutting through the last bit of tissue and bouncing off the stainless steal table.  Alanna quickly looked at the blade checking it for damage.  It was unharmed.  With a sigh of relief, she set the blade down and moved the severed leg.  She had to move fast.  She quickly cauterized the leg, but there was still a lot of blood lost.
   Alanna only hoped it was not enough to kill Amanda prematurely.
   "You know," Rita said, "you should use a tourniquet from now on.  Cut the limb off and cauterize it prior to releasing the tourniquet.  That will prevent bloodloss."
   Alanna cursed quietly.  She had known that, but getting the earplugs had distracted her.  Oh well.  No use crying over spilt milk (or spilt blood in this case).  She quickly made a tourniquet and put it high on Amanda's right leg.  This time, it only took five cuts to remove the limb.  Thanks to the tourniquet, there was minimal bloodloss.  The amount lost was insignificant.  The earplugs, however, proved extremely useful.  During the loss of both legs, Amanda had shrieked louder than before.  The earplugs reduced the intensity to an acceptable level.  Rita and Alanna would still likely have headaches before they were done, but they would not lose their hearing.
   Alanna cauterized the wound and started on the arms.  They were considerably easier and only took three hits each to separate them from Amanda's torso.  After cauterizing the shoulders, Alanna looked down at the woman.  Alanna had to admit, Amanda had been beautiful.  Well, time was moving and they needed to hurry up. 
   They wheeled the table to the middle of the room again.  Rita took up her station at the grill again.  She was putting the arms and legs on to cook and started basting them in barbecue sauce.  They looked like they would be absolutely delicious.
   Alanna grabbed a carving knife and a bowl from beside the grill and returned to Amanda.  Amanda was still alert, despite her frantic desire to die and end this pain.
   "Well, Amanda," Alanna said, "we are almost done.  Just a few more things and then we will spit you and wheel you to the kitchen.  Don't worry, there will be someone there with a camera to film us placing you over the fire.  They will also film you until you die."
   "Right now, though, I am going to cut you open and gut you."
   "Please," Amanda begged.  "Please kill me now.  I know I cannot take this."
   "No," Alanna replied.  "You will take it. The stimulants I gave you will make sure you are alive and conscious through all of this.  Now brace yourself, if you can."
   Amanda tried to hold it in as best she could, but as Alanna cut her open, from two inches below her belly button to right between her breasts, she started screaming and crying.
   Amanda smiled behind her mask and continued.  Alanna quickly cauterized the area to prevent bloodloss. Reaching into Amanda's abdomen, she searched around until she found the ovaries.  Cutting them free, she extracted them from the body.  She placed one to Amanda's lips.  Amanda realizing what was happening, reluctantly opened her mouth to accept her ovary.
   "Chew it slowly and then swallow," Alanna instructed.  "Then I will give you the other one."
   Amanda did as she was asked.  As she was chewing the second ovary, Alanna busied herself in the butchered woman's abdomen.  She pulled the intestines out and, cutting them free, let them fall into a bucket on the floor.  She removed the gall bladder and the colon, also dropping them into the bucket.  Seeing that Amanda had finished with her second ovary and had swallowed it, Alanna cut out Amanda's stomach and that joined the other organs in the bucket.  After removing each organ, Alanna again used the poker to cauterize major arteries.
   "Okay," Alanna told Amanda.  That takes care of your digestive system.  Now, I am going to remove everything else but your heart and lungs.  You wouldn't live long in that condition, but in your case, it really does not matter.  We will take the organs I remove now and grind them up.  We will mix them with bread stuffing and then fill you up again.  Sound nice, right?"
   Amanda could only look at the woman in horror.  This evil, sadistic bitch was really getting off on butchering another woman.
   Alanna ignored Amanda's silence and went back to work.  Soon, she was done.  Everything but the heart and lungs (including the vagina and uterus) had been removed.  She walked over to Rita.
   "Hey can you spare me five minutes?  Will the arms and legs be okay?"
   Rita looked over the limbs on the grill.
   "Yeah," she said.  "I can give you five minutes."
   "Good.  I am going to run to the kitchen and grind this stuff up.  Then I will mix it with the bread stuffing and come right back."
   "That's fine," Rita replied.  "I'll keep an eye on her and make sure she does not fall off of the table."
   "Thanks."
   Alanna left and returned five minutes later.  She had a huge bucket of stuffing with her, as well as a sturdy needle and cooking thread.  She started shoveling the mixture into Amanda's emptied torso and soon the stuffing was piled high.  The pressure on her lungs made it al ittle difficult for Amanda to breathe.  Alanna was not concerned.  Amanda would not be alive too much longer anyway.  It was now time to let Amanda know the truth.   Alanna wheeled the table over to the grill so Rita could hear as well.
   "Amanda," Alanna asked, "Are you still with us?  Do I need to give you another shot?"
   "I am still here," Amanda answered.  "I wish I wasn't but I am."
   "Good.  I have something to tell you.  I wasn't completely honest with you.  I am afraid Elizabeth, Melinda, and Amy will not be fine."
   Amanda's eyes flew open.  Panic made her mute.
   "You see," Alanna continued, "I sold them to this guy in Bangkok.  He runs a brothel that specializes in little girls.  They have a stage show every night and the showgirls - that includes your daughters - get fucked in front of an audience.  I understand that Melinda and Amy are a little too young to be in the show, but they will help out with cleaning up the showgirls after the show.  At least until they turn thirteen.  Then, they will become showgirls themselves."
   Amanda could not believe it.
   "But....but why," she asked.  "I trusted you.  You said they would be safe as long as I cooperated.  I killed my two oldest for you thinking that the younger ones would be safe!"
   Alanna laughed bitterly.
   "You trusted me?  You naive bitch, you just met me.  What do you mean, you trusted me."
   "But why," Amanda repeated.
   "Don't worry," Alanna said.  "I will tell you.  The truth is that John and I had been lovers for the last five years.  He wanted to dump you and your bitch daughters, but he had an image he had to uphold.  You, and your refusal to go back to work had made his life hell.  He worked all the time, trying to make enough money to cover your cars, your salon appointments, your daughter's shopping sprees.  He was working his ass off to support you and you didn't even get it."
   "And what did he get," Alanna continued.  "He got high blood pressure.  He had two stress-related heart attacks.  He developed a serious heart condition that eventually killed him.  But it wasn't all bad.  Whenever I could convince him he needed to take a break - not very fucking often, by the way - we met in a hotel for an hour or two of sex.  I comforted him and let him pour out all his pain and frustration."
   "I hated you from the moment I realized that you were the one to blame.  You refused to go back to work.  You just sat on your pampered ass watching the fucking maids do all the cooking and cleaning.  And when he bought you that ring, you just complained because it wasn't as big as the one you wanted.  Well, I have the ring now, and I will keep it.  He left me very little when he died. Other than the ring, he left me only one thing that I truly treasure."
   Alanna's hand sunk to her stomach. 
   "Three months ago, we found out I am pregnant.  In six more months, John Jr. will be born.  Ultimately, that is all I need.  Well, that and to see you suffer the worst indignities I can.  And to cause you the kind of pain and suffering he felt everyday he was married to you."
   "So here we are," Alanna continued as she watched the tears roll down Amanda's face.  "I killed you and tortured you.  I did it because I wanted to.  There never was any gambling.  There never was any embezzling.  There was a debt to be paid though.  And now you will pay it."
   Alanna went to get the spit. 
   Rita turned the limbs so they would not burn and moved the table back to the center of the room.  She knew she would need to hold Amanda's head as the spit exitted the butchered woman's mouth.  She had known that Alanna, despite how congenial she acted, really hated Amanda.  Now, knowing the truth, Rita decided that she couldn't blame Alanna.  This pampered bitch deserved exactly what she was getting.  The kids, though, were another story.  Shaking her head, she decided not to think about them.  Ahhhh the benefits of having no conscience.
   Alanna returned and without any preparation or warning, shoved the spit into Amanda's pussy.
   "Hey," Rita said, "be careful.  If you nick the lungs or heart, you could causeher to die before we put her on over the fire."
   "Thanks," Alanna said. "I guess I let my emotions get to me.  I just want to cause her more pain."
   "Really?  Then I have good news for you.  Although you removed her vagina and uterus, her clit is still intact.  Before you go further with that spit, let me use the poker to burn it off.  She should howl like a fucking banshee."
   Alanna's eyes lit up like a kid's on Christmas.
   "Hell yes," she said.  "Do it."
   Rita was glad to be able to administer at lest some of the pain herself.  These lazy bitches really pissed her off.  They just sat around letting other people raise their kids, teach their kids, and clean up after their kids while they just sat around getting fatter and lazier. 
   She retrieved the poker after taking a moment to basted the limbs on the grill again.  Amanda was terrified.  She had heard everything and knew that the other woman was right.  Removing the vagina and uterus did nothing to affect the clitoris' sensitivity.  This was going to be bad.
   Rita returned to the table, the poker glowing white with heat.  Alanna smiled and nodded.  Rita, getting the go-ahead, pressed the heated metal to Amanda's clit and pressed as hard as she could.
   Rita was not far off.  Amanda howled in agony.  Her screams echoed around the room and even reached an intensity that got through the earplugs.  Rita and Alanna were lucky, though.  Just when they thought they would not be able to take any more, Amanda's voice broke.
   Rita tried to remove the poker, but the clit was cooked onto it.  She let go of the poker and watched it hang from Amanda's clit.  Chuckling, she got the tinsnips and cut the clit free, freeing the poker as well.
   Amanda wad reduced to whimpers and groans.  Her voice was broken and that was all that would come out.  Rita returned and held Amanda's head as Alanna carefully pushed the spit through her body.  Amanda started gagging as the spit blocked her air passage and Rita quickly cut a hole in her throat and inserted a heat resistant tube, performing a makeshift tracheotomy. 
   Once Amanda settled down and started breathing normally (somewhat) again, Alanna pushed the spit the rest of the way through.  They centered Amanda's body on the spit so there was about two feet extending from her mouth and two feet extending from her pussy.  A stabilizing rod was attached to the spit and shoved up Amanda's rectum. This would make sure that as the spit turned, Amanda turned with it.
   Alanna and Rita each took an end of the spit and carried Amanda outside to an open barbecue pit.  Chris was already there, waiting for them.  During the editting process, he would add this part to the rest of the film.  Setting the spit gently in the supports, Alanna attached the motor and turned it on.  Amanda immediately started turning over the flames. 
   The pain was tremendous.  Amanda wanted to scream.  She wanted to moan.  Unfortunately, though, the spit decimated her vocal cords on the way through her throat.  Amanda would never make another sound.
   Alanna sat down in a chair and watched the bitch cook.  Her chair was positioned so she could watch Amanda's face.  Rita went back inside to finish the legs and arms.  It would not take but a few more minutes.  They were almost done.
   Amanda lasted about forty minutes before she died.  It was longer than anyone expected, but it was worth it.  She had been crying the whole time.  Once Amanda was dead, Rita and Alanna, back in their catsuits, took her off the flames and pulled the spit out a bit.  Alanna cut off the bitch's head, shoved the spit back through and placed  the body on the supports a bit closer to the flames.
   While Amanda's body, sans head, finished cooking, the kitchen staff cleaned up Amanda's head and put it with her daughters' heads.  They would make a beautiful centerpiece at the dinner table.

   Later that night, as Alanna sat drinking her fourth beer, Ed came and sat down beside her.
   "So," he said, "feel better?"
   "Yeah, dad," she replied, "I do.  I am sorry, though. I know you would have liked having the little girls running around the house.  I know you love kids."
   "Yeah, well, in six months, when John Jr. is born, I will have that.  Won't I?  Besides, I understand that having those kids around would only remind you of Amanda.  We cannot have that."
   "Thanks for understanding, dad."
   "She wasn't always that way.  At one time, I really did think of her as family.  I used to work with her father about twenty years ago.  I watched her grow up.  She changed when she married John.  He was like a son to me.  That was why, although I am generaly against extramarital affairs, I approved of you and John.  Had he lived, he would have made partner next year."
   "I'm sorry, dad.  In my grief, I never though about how his death would affect you."
   Yeah, well, the cause is dead.  The debt's been paid."



New Year's Eve
Eight years later

   A man walked through the door of the building.  It was a filthy establishment.  He looked to the stage and saw a young woman - sixteen or seventeen by the looks - getting raped.  She was fighting it, but it was obvious that the men would have their way regardless of how she felt.
   The man approached the bar.  He ordered a whisky and got it, in a glass so filthy he was almost afraid to drink it.
   "What the hell," he thought.  "If this doesn't kill me, the damn cirrhosis will."
   Looking at the stage, he waved to the bartender.
   "I thought there were three sisters working here," he said in heavily accented thai.
   "They are up next," the bartender said.  "In about five minutes from the look of it."
   The girl was choking.  One of her rapists had shoved his dick too far down her throat and was having difficulty getting it back out.  As the audience watched, she turned blue, went into convulsions, and died.  To the man's amazement, at least half of the audience was clapping politely.  This definitely was a strange culture.
   After the stage was cleaned up, three young women came out.  According to the MC, they were sisters.  They were Elizabeth (20 years old), Melinda (18 years old), and Amy (17 years old).  Other than the man, they were the only white people in the asain-filled building.
   The oldest one waved at someone off-stage and a man came out leading a horse.  After tying reins to a ring in the floor, the man left.  Elizabeth immediately sunk to her knees and started sucking the horse's dick.  While she was doing that, Melinda opened a can of lard someone had handed her and started coating her right hand and forearm.  Once the arm was completely covered, the 18-year-old started forcing her arm up her sister's ass.  The fact that it did not require too much effort (and the fact that Elizabeth never slowed down as she continued giving the horse a blowjob) indicated that this was not the first time the 20-year-old had had that done to her.
   The youngest sister, Amy, started working her fist into Elizabeth's pussy.  none of the girls looked overly entusiastic, but they were not fighting it either.
   "They do this every night," the man asked the bartender.
   "Yes. Every night.  They switch places though.  Tonight it is the eldest fucking the horse. Last night it was the middle one."   
   "Do you rent them out to customers?"
   "Of course.  How many of them and how long?"
   "All three from whenever they are done on stage until tomorrow morning."
   "That will be $300 dollars American."
   "And if I kill them?"
   "Then you kill them.  It is the new year tonight.  There will be enough noise that no one will hear you.  Normally, I would raise the price, but those three are so loose, that they cannot please a man anymore.  I need to replace them anyway. Are you sure you want them?"
   The man had already fished out $500 dollars.
   "I want them.  Can you end their show early?"
   The bartender looked at the money in front of him. 
   "Certainly.  Have a nice night, mister."
   "I will try.  It looks like it will be a good one."

   Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door.  The man opened it and the three young ladies walked in.  He was using a room loaned to him by the bartender.  The fact that it had a TV and VCR was great.  Looking at the three girls, he motioned for them to remove their clothes.  They did so.  The man was stunned.  They were as beautiful as their mother had been.
   "Hello girls," he said.  "My name is Ed.  Have a seat.  We are going to watch a few short films and then have some fun."
   Yes.  It looked like it was going to be a very good night.

The End

[t'Sade]

Oh, very nice. The twist is great and I thought the ending worked out very well.

[warlady21]

OK. Normaly, I like a good cann story, but this was just...

There's a site called Gurochan, I suggest you look it up. They would think of you as the God of Cannibal and Snuff there. Your stories will be loved there.

[azalel]

If it makes you feel better, this shit bothers me too.  I like to think of myself as a nice guy.  In real life, I couldn't do anything to hurt anyone.  But sometimes, I just get sooooo angry.  I do not understand it and cannot get over it until I write it out of my system.  I scare myself sometimes with the degree of hostility I can imagine. 

Sorry to be using you guys for therapy, but there it is.

 

[t'Sade]

If it makes you feel better, this shit bothers me too.  I like to think of myself as a nice guy.  In real life, I couldn't do anything to hurt anyone.  But sometimes, I just get sooooo angry.  I do not understand it and cannot get over it until I write it out of my system.  I scare myself sometimes with the degree of hostility I can imagine. 

Sorry to be using you guys for therapy, but there it is.

Ever read my story, Rape the hand that fired? That was one of my venting stories, worked out very well since I felt so much better afterwards. Of course, in "real life" I'm pretty much a pacifist outside of defense, so... it fits.

[warlady21]

yeah. I write rant stories too. So I can understand.

But man I wish I could write rant stories as good and terrorfing as you do, Azalel

[azalel]

When I was a teenager, I wrote around 300 short stories.  All doom and gloom shit.  Every now and again I think about some of them and cringe.  Horribly written.  But, as therapy, they kept me pretty well grounded.  I attempted suicide 8 times in high school.  I shudder to think what would have happened if I had not had that outlet.

[warlady21]

*Pales* really? well...ah...good thing indeed. Hey, still got any of those short stories? I would like to see them?







Seriously, my outlet in highschool was to write short retaliation love stories. If I could write like you, maybe I wouldn't be so freaken down about romance.

[azalel]

I do have one or two that were okay.  They really do not fit in with this forum as they are not snuff/vore/cannibal.  If you send me an email (my email address is mrazalel@yahoo.com), I will send you a copy if I can dig one up.

[t'Sade]

I do have one or two that were okay.  They really do not fit in with this forum as they are not snuff/vore/cannibal.  If you send me an email (my email address is mrazalel@yahoo.com), I will send you a copy if I can dig one up.

Post them. I don't really consider this site to have any specific theme besides what people are interested in. I mean, we have politics, romance, and a ton of everything else. It just happens that the vore/cann crowds got in here first.

[azalel]

Thanks t'sade.  I will post as soon as I find them.  I may need to update/edit.  My bullshit anal retentiveness rears it's fuck-ugly head whenever I look at my old work.

[warlady21]

Well. we won't tear you apart if we hate the stories. We'll just slap you around a bit, but no limbs flying.

[Valentine]

I loved this story its so rare to find my fantacies writen down like this. I will admit when she had to choose to butcher her two eldest daughters or not i kind of hoped shed say no, so you could discribe all that stuff happening to the young ones to.

I think i must be deeply disturbed to like your work. lol