Leanne made it out of the room and to the restroom in time, but it was a close thing. Taking barely a second to lock the door, she rushed to the toilet and threw up noisily. She was shaking when her stomach had emptied.

She couldn't let Tyra know about how upset it'd made her, but those men should keep the 10-year-old occupied for a while. It wasn't likely that she'd be entering the restroom even if the door wasn't locked. Then again, Tyra wouldn't be going anywhere on her own.

The little girl wouldn't be able to walk. Hopefully, she was having fun. It was going to be awkward during dinner. Tyra might not have thought about it, but she wouldn't be able to feed herself. Leanne would take care of her. When she finally calmed down, she cleaned herself up and rinsed out her mouth. Feeling refreshed, she left the restroom.

***

Jim went looking for Leanne as soon as the woman left the room. She'd masked it well, but he knew that she was seriously disturbed. She'd need to talk to someone. He just hoped he'd be able to help her. He saw her leaving the restroom and she looked a little unstable.

"Leanne," he said. "How are you doing?"

"Just fine, Jim," she said.

"Yeah," he said dubiously, "right. I know better. Let's go have a drink."

That sounded fine to Leanne and they went to his office.

"More," she said as he stopped pouring her drink.

He didn't hesitate or question. He added more brandy and slid the glass over to her.

"Thank you."

They drank in silence for a few minutes.

"I don't know if I can do this, Jim. I think I was able to hide my discomfort from Tyra, but I don't know if I can do it again. It was horrible. I had to destroy her fingers, hands, toes, and feet before cutting them off."

"What was the worst part?"

"To be honest, I think I was sexually aroused by everything."

"What?"

"I'm a terrible person. I'm a horrible mother. I was getting sexually aroused by torturing my daughter."

"I understand you becoming sexually aroused. There's something very carnal about abusing someone else. That's why this business exists in the first place. The fact that it's your own daughter is irrelevant. You aren't terrible at all. You're merely doing what your daughter wants."

"That's like giving alcohol to a drunk," she said.

They sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Oh, well," she said with a heavy sigh. "At least, I won't have to worry about it much longer. By this time Friday, I'll be dead and my perversity will end with me."

"And tomorrow?"

"Well, I'm torn. I know she wants me to do it. I just don't know if I can."

"Well, tomorrow, there'll be no torture. You'll merely be removing her arms and legs."

"Merely," she replied. "Like that's something inconsequential."

"Lean..."

"No," she said, interrupting him. "It's okay. I'll do it."

***

At dinner that night, Leanne saw that she wasn't the only mother feeding her daughter. She'd forgotten that Kelly was also going to have her hands destroyed. It looked like she'd had her own hands removed.

Lauraine fed Kelly as Leanne fed Tyra. Monique and Renee fed themselves. The six were quiet throughout the entire meal. Renee and Monique shot glances at Tyra and Kelly. Their inability to feed themselves or walk showed that the little girls had experienced some serious torture.

After dinner, the girls were watching a movie while the mothers talked.

"Jim mentioned that you were involved in Tyra's torture," Monique said.

"It was what she wanted."

"How was it?"

"It made me sick," she said. "I was able to do it and make Tyra think I enjoyed it."

"But did you?"

"What?"

"Did you enjoy it," Monique asked.

"I do not know," Leanne said. "I thought I hated it, but, I was surprised by the fact that I was getting aroused."

"Aroused," Lauraine asked.

"Sexually. After I removed her hands, I went to the bathroom and threw up. On the other hand, my pussy was sopping wet."

"Woah," said Monique. "How did that make you feel?"

"Conflicted. Ashamed. I can't believe that I was sexually aroused by hurting my daughter. I also, however, have to admit that it felt kind of good."

"What about tomorrow?"

"I'm supposed to cut off her arms and legs. I'll have to finish the job of turning her into a torso and a head."

"Can you do it," Lauraine asked.

"I don't know," Leanne said. "It has be better than today. At least I won't have to torture her beforehand."

"I was surprised when I saw Kelly," Lauraine said. "She'd said she wanted her hands pulverised, but I hadn't really thought of what that meant. When I met her in the waiting room, her hands were already bandaged. The woman who did it said that she destroyed all the bones in Kelly's hands."

"That's intense," Leanne said.

"Yeah," Lauraine said. "They ended up cutting off the hands and feet. Like with Tyra. Kelly said that tomorrow, they're going to feed her arms and legs into a grinder while the limbs are still attached."

"What," Monique said.

"They'll grind up her arms and legs and she'll feel all of it."

"So we'll have two pillow girls tomorrow night," Monique said.

"What the hell's a pillow girl," Leanne asked.

"A pillow girl is a living girl without arms or legs. She's used as toy by people."

"How so?"

"Well," Lauraine said, "they can be used as sex toys. Without arms or legs, they have no way of escaping or preventing their owner from fondling, or fucking them."

"Interesting," Leanne said.

"There are girls that volunteer for this, to be honest. They're pampered and cared for."

"Are you shitting me?"

"Nope. I know of two of them."

"And they volunteered to have their limbs severed and become sex toys?"

"Yes," Monique replied. "The only complaint they had was that it took a while for them to get used to someone cleaning them after they used the toilet."

"I can believe it," Leanne said. "It must be mortifying."

"I'd think so," Lauraine said.

They sat in silence for a few minutes.

"We told Jim about how we wanted to go out," Monique said.

This piqued Leanne's interest.

"How are you going to do it?"

"I'm going to be ripped in half," Monique said. "I asked Jim to use chains to attach my legs to two trucks. He'll split my pelvis with an axe or something and then use the trucks to rip me into two pieces."

"Holy shit," Leanne said. "That's intense. You do realize that it'll be more painful than anything you have ever experienced."

"I know, but I honestly think I need that after I kill my daughter,"

"I really haven't decided how to go out," Lauraine said. "To be honest, I don't think I care. As long as I end up dead, I'm okay with it."

"Carol's going to cut my head off," Leanne said.

"Carol?"

"She'll work for Jim on this video. She was reluctant, but agreed to kill me when I asked her."

"Maybe I should ask her, too," Lauraine said.

"If you think so, she'll be back here tomorrow. She has offered counseling services to anyone involved in this if it gets to them."

"I'll talk to her," the redhead said.

"Well," Monique said, "maybe I should talk to her, too. She might be willing to be the one who splits my pelvis."

Leanne wasn't sure how Carol would respond to this. She remembered how troubled Carol was with Leanne's request. Then again, how would they know if they didn't ask. Carol could surprise her.

"Well," she said, "it can't hurt to ask."

Filming ~ Day 8

When Carol got to the studio, she was met at the door by Bernadette.

"I should warn you," the receptionist said. "The three mothers all want to talk to you. I hear you accepted Leanne's request to kill her. I believe the other two wish to make similar requests."

"Thank you, Bernie," Carol said. "As soon as I accepted Leanne's request, I realized that my role would likely be expanded to include all three mothers. I think that they'd just feel better about it if it was done by someone with whom they are familiar,"

"Well, you're the doctor. I've never understood how these women and children think, Are you going to accept?"

"Well, that would depend entirely on what they ask me to do. I think, however, that I probably will. You heard that I'll be working with Jim and Arnie from now on, right?"

"Yes. I think it's a great idea. There are too many kids doing this. Maybe if they had someone to talk to, they wouldn't feel the need to hurt themselves."

"That would be nice, but I'm not a miracle worker. What I can do, though, is identify those that aren't sure that this is what they should be doing. I can talk with guardians and warn them of the pitfalls inherent in this industry and let them make informed decisions."

"I just wish this information had been made public before this. Maybe Tyra and the others wouldn't have been in this situation."

"That's possible," Carol said, "but I believe that those seeds were planted long before she became a starlet. Many fetishes like this are developed at a very young age, when the child is still in an impressionable state."

"Well, anyway, I just wanted to let you know they were wanting to speak with you."

"I'll go find them. Thanks for the warning."

***

Carol found the three women sitting in the waiting room, enjoying a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, ladies," she said as she entered the room.

"Good morning, Carol," Leanne said with a smile.

"I don't know," Monique said. "Is it?"

"Well," Carol said, "I think it's a glorious day. Would you three like to go for real coffee? It would be my treat."

"Sorry, Carol," Leanne said, "but I need to be on set in thirty minutes. We're removing Tyra's arms and legs today."

"I will bring you something back, then," Carol said. "Tall Mocha, two shots espresso, no whip cream, right?"

Leanne smiled. She'd mentioned her preference once; at an audition a year ago.

"Yes," Leanne said. "That is right."

"What about you two," Carol asked as she turned to the other two mothers. "Are you up for a trip to Starbucks?"

Lauraine and Monique looked at each other. This would be a perfect time to talk to the doctor.

"Yes," they said simultaneously.

"We will be back, Leanne," Carol said. "We'll talk then."

"Thank you, Carol."

***

"I understand you wished to speak with me," Carol said as the three women sat in a corner with their drinks.

The other two looked at each other and sighed.

"Yes," Lauraine said. "I heard you,ll be helping Leanne with her part in the movie."

Carol was glad Lauraine knew something of discretion. Details couldn't be discussed here, but the preliminaries could be dealt with. The ride back to the studio would provide opportunity to discuss details.

"That's what she requested," Carol said. "Hesitantly, I accepted."

"Would you be willing to help me?"

"Us," Monique said.

"Would you be willing to help us?"

"I'll tell you. After accepting Leanne's request yesterday, I toyed with the idea of assisting you two. I'm not as against the idea as I would've thought a week ago. My acceptance of your requests will depend on the scope of my involvement, though. We can't discuss details here, but if you enlighten me during the ride back to the studio, I'll see what I can do."

The other two women sighed in relief.

The three women shared small talk - about the weather, mostly - and finished their coffees. Having finished her coffee, Carol stood up.

"I need to get Leanne's coffee. I'm also going to get another for myself. Would either of you like one to go?"

The other two agreed and Carol went to get the four coffees.

"She's kind of strange," Monique said, "but I like her."

"Me too," Lauraine said. "I know what you mean about being strange, though. I just can't picture a woman like her doing what we're going to ask of her."

"Yeah. And she seems so calm about the whole thing. It's like she's not even involved in this."

Carol returned with a cup holder containing the four coffees, each labeled in black as to what the cup contained.

"I can't hold this while I drive. Would one of you help me with this?"

Without saying a word, Lauraine took the cup holder.

"Thank you. Shall we go?"

The three women left and got in the car. They'd been riding for about five minutes when Monique spoke.

"I have a rather odd request," the black woman said. "On Friday, after I take care of Renee, I'm going to be split in two. Two trucks, each attached to one leg, will drive off in opposite directions, ripping me up the torso."

"Wow," said Carol, duly impressed. "That'll be rather excrutiating, you understand."

"I do. After what I put my daughter through, though, it seems the least I can do."

"Let me stop you right there," Carol said. "Don't bring Renee into this. As far as the child's concerned, you are granting a wish. This is what they want. If it wasn't you, it'd be someone else. You're doing your daughter a favor."

"But..."

"No 'buts'. I'm serious. I ask you to be honest with yourselves. You're not doing this for them. You're doing this for yourselves. The driving motivation may be your inability to accept what you're going to do to your daughters, but they won't benefit in the slightest from your deaths. You, however, will benefit by dying. Your own torment will end."

The two women sat in silence mulling over what Carol had said. There was truth there. They were killing their daughters for their daughters' sakes. Dying wouldn't aid the children at all.

"You're right," Monique said.

"Okay," Carol said. "Now, you said you'll be split in half. How can I help you?"

"I'd like you to use an axe to split my pelvis. Otherwise, the pelvis might hold and only the leg would be removed."

"How do you picture me doing this?"

"Once the chains are attached to my ankles, the trucks will start their engines. You'd use either an axe or a chainsaw to break my pelvis. Then, the trucks will go, pulling me apart before I go into shock from you breaking my pelvis."

"So," the doctor said, "I'd just break your pelvis? Nothing more?"

Monique was confused. Did this woman want to be involved or not? She decided to be honest.

"I'd like to make love to you," she said. "I'd love to play with you for a little bit and then wrap it all up by being ripped apart."

Carol nodded. She'd noticed Monique's glances during the weekend and had thought there was more than a little sapphic lust there.

"I think I could do that," she said, noting the pleased look on the black woman's face. "There is, however, one condition."

"What," Moniques asked.

"I won't be completely naked," she replied.

Seeing the flash of disappointment on Monique's face, she continued.

"I'll be naked where it counts. My pussy, ass, and tits will be available. The difference is that I'll have some bandages on me, and will be wearing a mask."

"Why?"

"I'm a doctor and have some rather high-profile patients. They'd be seriously inconvenienced should it become known that their psychologist was a torturer and executioner."

"Oh," the black woman said. "I'd forgotten about that. The mask, I can understand, but why the bandages?"

"To cover any identifying tattoos or marks."

"But you don't have any. I saw all of you this past weekend and there was nothing there."

"I know that and you know that, but the audience won't know that."

Lauraine laughed.

"That is brilliant."

"What," Monique said, still not getting it.

"Think about it," the redhead said. "It you saw someone on the screen with bandages all over her body, in places where tattoos usually appear, what would you think?"

"I would think that they were hiding something."

"Exactly. Therefore, if you saw someone with no hint of markings or tattoos where those bandages were placed, would you think they were the person on the screen?"

As Monique finally got the point, she hissed disgustedly.

"Fuck," she said. "How could I have missed that? That is good."

"That's my condition," Carol said. "Do you accept my terms?"

"Yes."

"Then, we'll play for a bit before I break your pelvis.

Monique sighed in relief.

"Thank you."

"Well," Carol said, "that takes care of Monique. What can I do for you, Lauraine?"

"Leanne told me that you'll slowly cut her head off."

"That is right."

"And you'll make love to Monique and then prepare her to be ripped in half."

"Yes."

"I'd like you to smother me."

"Excuse me?"

"I'll need you to cut my throat, afterwards, but I'd like you to straddle my head and cover my mouth and nose with your pussy. Then, don't get up until I'm dead."

"You want me to suffocate you with my pussy."

"Yes."

"Is that it?"

"Well," the redhead said, "like I said, I'd need you to cut my throat afterwards to give the camera something that shows that I am obviously dead. Other than that, if you could play with my pussy while you smother me, that'd be great."

"You want me to give you an orgasm?"

"If that's okay."

"Of course it is. I love sex and you can bet that I'll be climaxing as you struggle under my pussy."

Lauraine sighed in pleasure.

"Thank you, Carol."

***

The discussion between the three women lasted for a couple hours. They genuinely liked each other and were enjoying the time they spent together. Carol wasn't as sure about her decision as she made the others believe.

Although she'd agreed to help kill the three women, she was still troubled by the thought. She was confident, however, that she could do it. They were scared, of course, and if she could make it any easier on them, she wanted to.

From a psychologist's perspective, she wanted to go through with it so she would understand what other executioners would experience. If this did spawn a new genre of porn - snuff porn - she wanted to be able to help those involved that needed counseling.

***

Jim sat at his desk, a bottle of scotch at his side. This was much harder than he had anticipated. When he was approached and offered the job, he thought it would be relatively simple. Yes, he would be beheading three little girls, but the reality of the situation had eluded him.

Now, two days away from the girls' executions, he wasn't sure. It was a harsh reality. He was happy that he wouldn't be the one to perform the executions. He wasn't sure how he felt about the mothers doing the deed, but Carol said it was okay. He trusted Carol.

Carol was going to be invaluable. He didn't want to subject anyone to this, but there would be those for whom this was a viable solution. Like Tyra, Kelly, and Renee, there would be those who'd become addicted to the pain and suffering. This was a cleaner death than many such people would experience.

Carol could help prevent the deaths of those who were merely curious about the idea of being a snuff movie victim. He didn't want to kill anyone who might change their mind if given the chance.

He already knew he'd continue making movies. As Carol pointed out, his competition was ruthless and would exploit anyone they could. His conscience dictated that he continue to give an alternative option.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," he said. "It's unlocked."

Carol entered the office. Seeing the bottle on the table, she sat down with a smile.

"Yes, please," she said.

He glanced at her, puzzled by her statement.

"You were going to offer me a drink," she said.

"Of course I was," he said with a smile.

He got up and retrieved two glasses from a cabinet. Pouring them each a drink, he handed Carol's to her and took his seat behind the desk again. Putting his feet up on the desk, he leaned back in his seat and took a drink.

"Good scotch," Carol said.

"Only the best for me and my guests," he replied. "Did you talk with Monique and Lauraine? Bernadette said that they had something to discuss with you."

"I did," she replied.

"And," he asked.

"I'll be assisting with the deaths of all three mothers."

"I know you're unsure of this, but I am grateful."

"Apparently, Monique has this plan to be ripped in half, She wants me to break her pelvis. That way, there is less chance of her merely losing a leg when the trucks take off."

"That makes sense. You ever handle a chainsaw before?"

"Yes."

"Good. You'll need to split her up to her navel. That will allow the muscles to cleanly separate and keep the halves intact."

"Oh, god," she replied.

"How will you assist Lauraine?"

"She wants me to smother her."

"What?"

"She wants me to cover her mouth and nose with my pussy and cut off her air supply. Oh, and I'm supposed to finger her to orgasm while I'm doing it. When she's dead, I'm supposed to cut her throat."

"And you are okay with this," he asked.

She took a drink and waited a few seconds before replying.

"I really don't know," she said. "I'm committed to doing it, though. And as far as Leanne, Lauraine, and Monique will know, I'm honored to help them. They won't find out about my true feelings, will they?"

"Thank you, Carol. I couldn't have done this without you. And no; the three mothers won't find out you are troubled by this. At least, not from me or my staff."

"I won't say it's nothing," she replied. "To be honest, this has hurt quite a bit. I've had to address some very personal demons in order to overcome my reticence. But, I've learned a lot and I think I can help you in the future. So, you're welcome."

She took another drink from her glass.

"So, what is happening today?"

"Well," he said, "Leanne will cut off Tyra's arms and legs. Kelly will have her arms and legs fed through a meat grinder while they're still attached."

"Oh, my god," Carol said. "You mean she'll feel it when her limbs are ground up?"

"Yes. She decided on that yesterday. As for Renee, we'll be playing more with electricity. We'll also use branding or piercing on her to help enhance the experience for her. She enjoyed the electricity play they had yesterday, but it was too mild, she says. She wants something much more extreme."

"It sounds like you have a very busy day ahead of you."

"You could say that."

"Then I'll leave it to you. I need to go meet with a client."

"When will you be back?"

"I'll be back tomorrow evening. If you don't mind, I plan to spend the evening with the girls and their mothers. If they need to talk, I want to be available."

"That sounds fine," he said. "How long would you be staying?"

"Until it's finished. I won't leave again until all six have died and filming has wrapped."

"Sounds good. Have a good day, Carol."

"You too, Jim. See you tomorrow."

With that, Carol rose and left.