Lauraine carried Kelly into the room. The 10-year-old didn't weigh very much anymore and the mother could handle the weight with no problem.

"You really want me to beat you," Lauraine asked.

Kelly thought about it for a few moments. She had watched her mother carefully over the last day and came to the realization that her mother was horrified at the thought of beating her daughter. Kelly had thought about it and realized that the beating she'd requested was nowhere near as important to her as her mother's comfort.

"No," the little girl said. "I thought I did, but I'm not really sure I could deal with it."

The 10-year-old hoped her mother wouldn't see through the lie. Her mother would beat her if Kelly asked, but it would hurt the mother terribly.

Lauraine just looked at her daughter for a few moments. She was sure the little girl was lying; probably to let the mother off the hook. She'd been dreading this since the idea came up Wednesday evening. She really didn't want to hurt her daughter more than was absolutely necessary. She knew her daughter would like it, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Okay," the mother said after a few moments. "What should we do?"

"Have sex with me, Mommy," the little girl replied. "Have sex with me and make me cum. After I've cum, a few times, cut off my head."

The mother sighed in relief. Sex wasn't a problem. After the orgy the day before, she was confident in her ability to please her daughter. Pulling a mat from a cupboard, she placed it in the middle of the room. She joined her daughter in the middle of the mat and began kissing her.

The mother kissed her daughter deeply. Her tongue snaked past her own lips and into the 10-year-old's mouth. Kelly responded as Lauraine had hoped and sucked on the tongue penetrating her lips.

After about two minutes of dancing tongues, the mother withdrew her tongue and licked her little girl's neck. Moving down, she licked her way down to the child's chest. She licked the left nipple and nibbled it a tiny bit.

Kelly hissed in pleasure as her nipple became painfully erect.

"Oh, Mommy," the little girl said. "That feels so good."

Lauraine smiled and released the nipple and continued her way down to the child's crotch. She spent a minute appreciating the view of the little girl's hairless slit.

"You're so beautiful, baby."

Using her fingers to gently separate the lips, the mother dove in, sucking and licking the cunt from the perineum to the clitoris and back again. She even licked the child's anus. Remembering the pleasure from the orgy, she licked until the anus was slick and slippery, then slipped a finger past the sphincter and stroked the inside tissue.

"Oh, fuck, Mommy. That's so good."

Lauraine focused her oral actions on the little girl's clitoris as she wormed a second finger into the child's anus. Slowly, patiently, the mother worked on stretching the sphincter as she used her tongue on her daughter's clitoris and brought the girl to one orgasm after another.

Kelly, her mind almost completely focused on the pleasure he mother gave by toying with the preteen clit, knew her mother was stretching her asshole. The mother probably planned to shove her entire hand inside the little girl's ass.

By the time her daughter had thrashed her way through her sixth orgasm, the mother had four fingers up the child's ass and was working on adding her thumb. She took her mouth from the preteen cunt and spit gobs of saliva onto her hand and her daughter's ass. With one final shove, her hand disappeared into the little girl's ass.

"Oh," Kelly moaned. "So good. Go further, Mommy."

"You got it, baby," the mother said as she started working her hand deeper into the 10-year-old's bowels.

Soon, the mother was up to her elbow in the child's ass.looking at the little girl's abdomen, she could see the outline of her arm in the little girl's body.

"Oh, baby," the mother said. "You are like my own hand puppet."

The child laughed at the thought.

"That's funny," Kelly said. "But, I have a question. Can you keep your hand in my but and swing around so I can lick your pussy?"

That was an interesting question.

"I don't know," the mother said. "Let's find out."

Moving carefully, she raised a leg over the little girl's chest and lowered her pussy to the preteen's mouth. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was possible. She let out a sigh of pleasure as her daughter sunk her tongue and teeth into the mother's pussy meat.

Kelly was not biting hard. She was just using her teeth to bump up the tension. Lauraine loved it and plunged her tongue deeper into the limbless girl's cunt. At the same time, she started opening and closing her fist that was deep into her her daughter's bowels.

Kelly writhed through yet another orgasm; this one strong enough to get her to forget herself and bite down hard on her mommy's pussy. The bite, as strong as it was, drew blood. The little girl was oblivious to the damage she caused and moaned as another orgasm ripped through her. As she started coming down from the last orgasm, she passed out.

Lauraine had experienced her own mind-blowing orgasm, surprising herself with her reaction to the intense pain brought about by bite she received on her cunt meat. She rode the wave and noticed the little girl was not responding to her oral ministrations. Looking back, she saw her daughter had passed out.

The mother slowly extracted her arm from the child's ass. Watching her daughter as she was dozing, the mother realized she had to pee. Remembering what she'd heard from Carol and Tyra, she decided to try something. Straddiling her little girl's face, she released a small squirt of pee and watched as it hit the little girl's mouth.

The lips were closed and the pee bounced away. The little girl, however, rocketed back to consciousness. She noticed what was happening and opened her lips, locking her mouth to her mother's cunt. The taste of the pee was just as Tyra had said. Salty, but not really bad.

As the flow slowed to a trickle, the little girl drove her tongue into her mother's pussy, licking the urethra. She smiled as she felt her mother shudder as another mind-blowing orgasm wracked her body.

Completely sexually sated, the mother and daughter lay on the mat, chests heaving as they caught their breath. They looked at each other, love plainly visible on each other's face. They lay there for ten minutes before the mother sighed heavily and sat up.

"That was amazing," the 10-year-old said.

The mother nodded in agreement.

"But now," the little girl continued, "it's time to finish me. It's time for me to die. I want you to kill me, Mommy."

"Baby," Lauraine began.

"No, Mommy. It's time. I saw the shears lying against the wall near the door. Get them and then cut my head off. I want you to."

"But baby," the mother said, tears forming in her eyes.

"No, Mommy," Kelly repeated firmly. "This has been wonderful and I've enjoyed it tremendously. This week has been the best week of my life and nothing would even come close to making me this happy. I want to die now, with the memories fresh in my mind."

The mother sighed and rose to her feet.

"Are you sure," she asked the limbless girl lying on the floor.

"I'm sure, Mommy. We have had a lot of fun, but now it's time for me to die. Kill me, Mommy. Please cut off my head and kill me."

Lauraine retrieved the shears and knelt next to her 10-year-old daughter.

"Can you prop me against something so I'm sitting up," Kelly asked.

There was a chair in the room and Lauraine placed her daughter in it.

"Good," the little girl said. "This'll make it easier to cut my head off and I can still look at you."

"You want to look at me," her mother asked.

"Yes. I want my last sight to be of the mommy I love and who gave me the best gift ever."

Lauraine kissed her daughter again. This time, there was no sexual flavor to the kiss. It was just a motherly kiss that expressed more than words how much the redheaded woman loved her little girl.

Kelly smiled broadly, her eyes sparkling, as Lauraine opened the shears and placed her daughter's neck in the 'v' formed by the open blades.

"I love you, baby. Wait for me."

Without waiting another second, for she was afraid she'd lose her nerve, the mother slammed the handles together, closing the blades. The smile never left the 10-year-old girl's face as the head slowly toppled from her shoulders. Lauraine picked up the head and sat in a corner, sobbing quietly.

After a few minutes, Bernadette came into the room and helped Lauraine to her feet. The receptionist led the mother to a bathroom that had a shower so the woman could clean herself up.

"I had to do it," Lauraine said sadly. "Didn't I?"

"You did," Bernadette agreed. "I've talked with Carol about this many times over the last few weeks and from what I can tell, if you hadn't done it, Kelly would've found someone who would. This way, she got to go with the knowledge that her mother loved her enough to give her what she wanted."

Lauraine appreciated what the other woman was saying but that was cold comfort. As she stood under the shower head, cold water raining on her overheated body, she thought about her own performance that would start in a few hours. It was with relief that she anticipated her own death at the hands of Carol Naylor.

***

Leanne wasn't looking forward to this. Of the three mothers, she was the one most prepared to do what needed to be done. When Carol had announced her findings concerning her research into child bondage and the lasting effects on the performers, Leanne had been saddened, but not really surprised.

She'd seen, occasionally, the changes within Tyra that hinted at the growth of a serious masochist. That the girl had been hurting herself in secret wasn't a shocking revelation That she'd gone so far as to seriously consider her own death, however, was a shock. What 10-year-old thought of being tortured to death as a good thing?

Well, now, Leanne knew at least three: Kelly, Renee, and Tyra. The mother hoped that Carol would be able to wean Danii from this before it got to that point for her. Danii was a lovely child and the blonde mother couldn't help but hope her friend's little girl could escape this cycle of self-destruction.

The mother, walking into the room, saw that her requests had been met. Hanging from the ceiling was a harness. The harness would hold Tyra, turning her into a kind of punching bag. Leanne didn't really want to abuse her daughter like that, but Tyra had made her desires painfully clear. This was going to happen.

Leanne carried her daughter to the harness and strapped the 10-year-old in. The little girl was grinning from ear to ear. It was plain to see that the preteen was enjoying the hell out of this. The mother kissed her daughter and stepped back.

"I love you, baby," the mother said. "Do you know that?"

"I do," Tyra replied. "You wouldn't be doing this if you didn't. I'm sorry I had to bully you into this, but I can't say I'm disappointed. Thank you for doing this to me."

"So, what, exactly do you want me to do?"

"Do you remember those kickboxing videos you used when you were working out last year?"

"Yes," the mother said, her blood beginning to run cold. "I do."

"I want you to use me as a kickboxing sandbag. Punch me and kick me. No place is off limits. I want you to kick and punch me all over, including my cunt and face."

It was no less than Leanne had anticipated.

"After you get tired, I want you to pick up the baseball bat by the door and hit me with that."

Leanne looked back at the door. She hadn't even seen the bat. It was an aluminum bat about thirty-six inches long and two and a half inches thick at the end. It looked like it could do some serious damage if wielded as Tyra wanted.

The mother sighed heavily. This was going to be rough.

"I can do that," she said at last.

"Then, when I say, take the knife from the table and gut me."

"When you say," the mother asked.

"Yes. I'm not sure exactly how much I can take, but when I reach my limit, I'll let you know."

"Oh."

The door opened and Jim came in.

"Is everything okay," he asked.

He wanted to make sure the harness he had found was satisfactory.

"It's great," Tyra gushed enthusiastically. "Thank you for getting this harness."

"You're welcome," he said, glancing at the mother.

"And you," he asked Leanne.

"I think I'm okay. This'll work."

He nodded and left without another word.

"Okay, Mommy," Tyra said. "You can begin now."

The mother sighed but turned to her daughter, preparing to begin. Stepping up to the hanging girl, Leanne balled up a fist and drove it into her daughter's abdomen. The 10-year-old let out a breath and vomited a little.

"Oops," the little girl said with a grin. "I forgot about this and ate breakfast. Maybe, I shouldn't have done that."

Leanne looked at the little girl and chuckled. It was amazing. She wondered how long her daughter would be able to maintain her positive attitude. Stepping behind the little girl, she turned and kicked the little girl in the cunt, the force of the kick lifting Tyra about four inches.

"Fuck," the 10-year-old moaned.

"Too much," the mother asked.

"Nope," the girl replied impishly. "Just right. Do it again."

The blonde woman shook her head in wonderment and repeated the kick, adding a little force. This time, the kick lifted the little girl high enough that she slipped out of the top of the harness and fell to the floor.

"Fuck me," Tyra said disgustedly. "I didn't think that was possible."

Leanne understood the little girl's feelings. Tyra had been the one to describe the harness. She bent, picked up her daughter, and noticed a bruise on the little girl's forehead.

"That is going to give you one hell of a headache," the mother said.

"Well, at least it won't last too long."

Leanne laughed, surprising herself. She strapped Tyra into the harness again.

"I will be right back," she said to her daughter. "I want to see if I can find something to modify this harness so that won't happen again."

She left the room and returned a few moments later with two web belts.

"Well the men'll need to hold up their pants for a while."

Tyra laughed.

Leanne wove the belts through the harness, and buckled them locking Tyra into the harness without obstructing exposure to the little girl's sensitive bits.

"Try it again," the little girl said.

Leanne stepped back and kicked Tyra in the cunt again. Again the force of the kick lifted the little girl, but this time, the harness rose with her.

"Much better," the 10-year-old said, a tear running down her cheek.

The mother focused on the beating and tried to convince herself that the hanging target really was a sandbag. She rained punches and kicks on the target and tried to ignore the grunts and moans the 'sandbag' emitted. After about fifteen minutes, the blonde woman stepped back, breathing heavily.

Tyra was also breathing heavily. The difference was that her heavy breathing had be caused by multiple orgasms. There was a growing puddle under the suspended 10-year-old. She was also grinning from ear to ear. Seeing her mother was exhausted, the girl requested that they move on to the next step.

"Now, the bat," she said.

Leanne sighed. The little girl was still smiling and obviously wanted to continue. The mother retrieved the bat and stepped up to the little girl.

"Are you sure, baby? This is no joke."

"I'm sure, Mommy. Batter up!"

Leanne snorted in laughter, surprising herself.

"Okay, baby," she said taking a batting posture. "Where should I aim first?"

"Surprise me."

The mother stepped behind her daughter and swung. The bat struck the child in the hip and the 10-year-old swung like a pendulum.

"Come on, Mommy," Tyra said pleadingly. "Hit me for real."

The blonde woman sighed again and swung the bat, this time with all her strength. There was a crunch as the bat connected with the hip again. This time, the child howled in pain.

"Fuck me," the child groaned when she stopped screaming. "That was so good."

"Really," the mother asked.

"Fuck, yes."

Leanne swung again, hitting the other hip and wincing when she heard the resulting crunch.

"Oh, God," the little girl groaned, her pussy beginning to leak orgasmic fluids again.

The bat was swung again, this time slamming into the 10-year-old's abdomen. Before the child could scream, she was vomitting again.

"Oops," the little girl said. "Sorry, Mommy, but could you wipe my face? This feels gross."

Leanne left and returned a moment later with a bucket of water and a wash cloth. She soaked the cloth and wiped her daughter's face. Then, she kissed the little girl.

"I love you, baby," she said.

"I love you, too, Mommy."

Retrieving the bat, Leanne prodded her daughter's hip. It resulted in a groan of pain from the 10-year-old. Reaching out and touching the hip with her fingers, the mother could feel that the hip bones were shattered.

"Do it, Mommy," the girl said. "Squeeze them."

Leanne dropped the bat and took both hips in her hands. Using all of her strength, she squeezed the child's pulverized hips. The gasp of pain and the expulsion of cum as Tyra squirted showed that this was a good kind of pain.

"Now, my shoulders," the little girl said.

"That'll be difficult," the mother said. "If I'm off even a little, I could hit you in the head. That could kill you."

"I trust you, Mommy. I know you can do it."

The earnest look in the little girl's eyes killed any thought of 'accidentally' missing. Leanne had thought of putting her daughter out of her misery, but the little girl reminded her that killing Tyra this way would only end her own torment. Tyra, on the other hand, was enjoying this and would be happy to continue.

Picking up the bat again, she raised it high and brought it down slowly, marking the arc needed to bring the bat down on the shoulder and not the head. After several more practice swings, she brought the bat down full force. There was a loud crunching sound as the bat slammed onto the shoulder.

"Oh, fuck, that's good."

Leanne shook her head and repeated the practice swings on the other shoulder. She then swung the bat again with all her strength and destroyed the shoulder. Then, dropping the bat, she gripped her daughter's broken shoulders and squeezed, feeling the bones grind under her grasp.

Tyra gasped and heaved, her little body being wracked with yet another orgasm. The puddle of cum below the little girl had grown quite large. She moaned and smiled at her mother.

"I think that's enough," the little girl said. "Thank you, Mommy. Now, go get the knife."

Leanne was almost numb. She just nodded and retrieved the knife from the table.

"This could kill me before you cut my head off," Tyra said.

"It could," Leanne agreed.

"No matter what, when you've finished gutting me, cut my head off with that knife. Then, reach in and pull my heart out."

The mother couldn't believe the extent of her daughter's desire for pain.

"Okay, dear," Leanne said.

"Could you take me out of this harness and lay me on the floor? It'll be easier for you."

Leanne did as Tyra asked and set the mutilated little girl on the floor. Then, picking up the knife, she placed the tip on the skin about an inch below the child's solar plexus.

"Do it, Mommy," the little girl said. "Gut me."

Using a little pressure, Leanne pushed the knife one inch into the 10-year-old's abdomen. The gasp of pain drew her attention to her daughter's smiling face.

"Go on," Tyra moaned. "Do it."

The mother pulled the knife down the preteen body, opening it up from an inch below her solar plexus to one inch above her pubic mound. There was no screaming. Tyra just lay there, groaning as more cum flowed from her cunt.

"Oh, God," she moaned.

Leanne reached into the little girl's abdomen and pulled out the intestines. Once they were pulled out, the mother cut them free. She then started removing all organs not needed for life or, those that would not result in immediate death should they be removed.

After about ten minutes, Tyra's abdomen was largely empty. The only organs remaining were the child's womb, uterus, lungs, and heart. The mother looked down at her daughter.

"We're done, baby," she said quietly.

Tyra's eyes had been closed for the last three minutes. The mother was almost sure the girl had died.

"Not yet," the little girl said without opening her eyes.

After a moment, the girl opened her eyes and smiled at her mother.

"Now, you need to cut my head off. And when you're done with that, don't forget to pull out my heart."

"Okay, baby," the blonde woman said, relieved that she was almost done. "Give me one last kiss and then I'll do it."

Tyra smiled and kissed her mother.

"Thank you, Mommy. I love you. Now, kill me, please."

"I love you too, baby," Leanne said, tears beginning to flow. "Goodbye."

She picked up the knife and ran it across her daughter's throat. As the little girl gurgled and the blood began to flow from the cut, Leanne brought the knife up and continued cutting, sawing through the tissue and bone until, a minute later, the blonde 10-year-old's head came free.

Seeing the smile still on her dead daughter's face. The mother nodded.

"I know, baby," she said.

Reaching into the corpse's chest, the mother cut the heart free and set it on the pile of removed organs. Then, she lay back on the floor and stared at the ceiling.