The Bet redux by Drgong

Kelly and Miranda where sitting on my couch, I looked at them, Kelly was a old friend, dark eyed and dark haired, full figured and olive toned skin. Miranda was the opposite, blond, blue eyed with a small frame, and a rear to die for. Then my wife motioned for me to come to the kitchen.

“No staring at the girls, no matter how much you might want to do them.”

“So I can’t?”

“No, only if they are being snuffed, then its not really cheating, since the girl dying.”

I kissed my wife, she was a wonderful women, a keeper. But any further kisses where interupted by the arrival of both the girls in the kitchen.

I looked at the both of them, Kelly had her saints gear on, and Miranda had a Viking uniform and hat on to show her team colors.

“Remember when we made that bet one time? you know, when we hung Ashley?”

“How could I forget?”

“Well, Miranda and I want to make a bet, same rules, I have the saints, she has the Vikings, for tonight’s game.”

I paused, Snuffing one of these girls would be wonderful. I knew I was messed up in the head, but I learned to accept that, and then the world changed and girls wanted to get snuffed, before they where sent off to the pleasure camps. Life was good for those like me.

“Deal, but not hanging, the looser gets a surprise on her death.”

The sounds of opening kickoff sounded, and the four of us went to the TV, all excited, and two more then a little scared.

————– Kelly was shouting in joy, and Miranda despondent as the clock turned to Zero, the opening game was over, and Miranda had lost. Kelly was so exciting about winning again that I ushered Miranda into the kitchen, and sat down the crying girl.

“I didn’t expect to loose, I mean, your really going to kill me?”

“Miranda, last year I hung a girl not 50 feet from here that lost a bet on a football game, so yes, you made a bet, and I am sure that if Kelly lost, you would be wanting to watch her die and eat the roast.”

“But, please, I not even a good roast, I weigh 100 pounds soaking wet!”

“Miranda, you are also just at five foot, and you have the best rump roast I seen in these parts in a long time. If your worried about not being enough meat, its most likely good that I go on a little diet anyways” patting my middle age gut.

Miranda looked down, watching her little toes move as she tried to think of another weak excuse, then she nodded, accepting her fate. She looked up and asked “How are you going to do it?”

I took her hand and walked her outside. I stopped and told her to strip down. I watched as she flipped off her clothing, small, firm A-cup breasts, her amazing rear, and her well formed legs. I looked at her, gentle but good curves, a sexy body, and would produce well marbled meat.

“Look, do you want a last harrah before, well, you know.”

She looked at me and gave a smile, and said “Nothing personal, but not really.”

I paused, and shrugged my shoulders, my dick was hard, and I desperately wanted to have a taste, before I made her to meat, but the whole idea of having a girl walk to her death was such a turn on, I didn’t want to force the issue, so I nodded and guided her to the woodshed.

When Miranda saw the ax laying on the stump, I saw her start to panic, I got behind her as I watched her hyperventilate and pass out, catching her. She not the first girl I have done, and I took out a small tin and used some smelling salts to wake her. She sat on the stump as I put her blond hair into a ponytail and then smiled at her, “It is time.”

Miranda looked around, deep in the woods, my house, with a wood fire smoke in the distance, she could still hear Kelly shouting “I won again, and I can’t wait to see how that little blond tastes.” She looked at me, got up, and whispered something in my ear. Now what she said was between me and her, and dear reader, I will respect the wishes of the now dead in not telling her secret, at least not right now. But then she opened my pants and took my hard cock in her mouth. She was not skilled in it, and was gagging as it went past her lips, but a bad blowjob is kinda like cold pizza, not as good as the real deal, but still damn fine.

I cupped her head, her hands on my hips, and she let me fuck her mouth to completion. When her mouth was filled, she turned, spit it out, and then relized that she was already ass up, hands on the stump, spitting out my seed. There was a pause, then she fell to her knees, and put her head down on the stump, ear down, facing away from me. I lifted up the ax, made sure it was sharp, I looked down at her, and waiting till she blinked.

THUNK!

I am just a normal guy, but I do have some skills, and one the skills I have learned is that I am a good ax-man. Many times it takes a few goes to get the head off, and makes it a bit nasty. I watched as her torso flicked about, her head still on the stump, looking out, surprised. I watched her blink once, then twice, her lips moved, but didn’t say anything, then she was gone.

Once her corpse was finished jerking and bleeding out, I put her body in a wheelbarrow to take her back in the house, my wife was smiling at me. She gave me a kiss and said “I watched it, I give a lot better head then she does.”

I lifted my eyebrow in my best Spock imitation, and lifted up a ponytail with head attached, but not attached to the body and said “well, we could always find out.”

My wife gave me a grin, and said “touche!” and I watched her walk back and cut patotos with Kelly, who was still dancing around in the “I am alive” mode, as I took Miranda to the meat shed to be broken down to her parts.