It was nine forty-five. The three mothers sat in Jim's office, each with a tall glass of scotch in her hand. Jim sat behind the desk, nursing his own drink.

"So," Monique said, "what are you going to do with our bodies when we're done?"

She seemed remarkably calm, considering that she'd be ripped in half within the next hour.

"Well," Jim said, "that really depends on you. We'll give you any treatment you request."

"Cremate me and Renee," the black woman said. "I'd rather die knowing that we won't be subject to more indignities after I'm dead."

"We can do that," Jim said, writing Monique's request on a pad of paper.

"That'd be fine for Kelly and me as well," Lauraine said.

Jim nodded, making note of the redhead's request.

"What about you, Leanne," he asked.

"I think I agree with the others. Cremation sounds like the best method of disposal."

Jim nodded again, adding Leanne's name to the list.

"Okay," he said. "It's now ten minutes to ten. We'll begin with Monique. Due to the nature of Monique's desires, we'll need to do it out back. We have two large trucks already prepared."

The mothers nodded, Monique almost eagerly.

"You have ten minutes, Monique. Then, we'll need you in the back lot. Leanne and Lauraine, you don't have to watch if you don't want."

Lauraine agreed that she wouldn't like to watch. Leanne was about to say the same, but the look on Monique's face stopped her.

"Monique," Leanne said, "would you like me to watch."

The almost imperceptable sigh of relief only confirmed Leanne's guess as the black woman nodded.

"Then," the blonde woman said, "I'll watch."

Jim and Lauraine left the room, leaving Leanne and Monique to finish their drinks.

"Thank you, Leanne," Monique said. "I know we haven't known each other long, but I feel better knowing that I won't be alone when I die."

"I fully understand. That's why I asked Carol to be my executioner."

"I like her," Monique said, "but I really don't know her like I know you."

"Carol and I have been quasi-friends for years while our daughters competed againt each other for movie roles."

"And now there'll be no more competition. She'll be killing you in less than five hours."

"Exactly," Leanne said with a smile. "There's no one I trust more to give me a death I feel I deserve. She knows my motivation and will do her duty."

***

At ten o'clock, Monique and Leanne went into the back lot and saw the two trucks, large pick-up trucks, facing to opposite directions. There were chains attached to each. At the unattached end of the chains, there were cuffs. The cuffs would be fastened around the black woman's ankles and locked so they would not be removed until the woman was dead.

Carol stood to one side, talking with Jim and holding a small chainsaw. She was wearing a black leather hood that completely concealed her face and hair. There were squares of gauze attached to the woman's thighs, calves, and shoulders. It truly looked as though the woman was trying to hide any distinguishing marks.

Leanne and Monique walked up to the talking couple and waited.

"Hello, Monique," Carol said.

"Hello, Carol. Are we ready, Jim?"

"We can begin whenever you're ready, Monique," he replied.

"Then, let's do it."

The black woman walked to the mat lying on the ground. She lay flat and waited for Jim and Carol to do whatever they were going to do.

Carol walked over to the prone woman and set the chainsaw down. Kneeling down, she attached first one cuff and then the other. Using a padlock on each cuff, she locked them. She stood and looked down at the black woman, compassion in her eyes.

"Are you ready," the psychologist asked.

"Yes," Monique said. "Let's get this over with."

Carol waved at Jim and the two trucks roared to life. They slowly pulled forward until the slack had been taken out of the chains. As Monique's legs were spread, the black woman let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. When the black woman's legs were spread wide, the trucks stopped moving. Carol looked down at the woman again, questioningly.

Monique nodded.

"Do it," she said.

Carol started the chainsaw and saw Jim waiting for her to make the cut before signalling the trucks to begin pulling away. Looking down at Monique again, she saw the black woman nod once. With a sigh, she brought the saw down to the woman's crotch, Before she could think any more, she used the saw to cut into Monique's pelvis.

The whine of the saw chewing through the pelvic bone, served as the signal to begin. Jim waved at the trucks and they began to pull ahead.

Monique was howling in pain. The saw had done its job and the strain from the chains caused the pelvis to finish splitting. With a loud tearing sound, the pelvis broke into two pieces and the legs were spread further and further.

Carol stepped back, watching as the rip widened, splitting the woman up the middle. The black woman's howls were fading and as her torso was ripped up to her chest, her heart gave out. The trucks, however, continued on and kept going until the body was ripped into two pieces, her head going with the right arm and leg.

Blood was pooling on the mat and spreading to the pavement. Carol stepped back a few more steps to avoid getting blood on herself. The chainsaw had a shield so she'd been protected from the splatter as she cut through Monique's pelvis. She really wanted to remain clean until she killed Leanne. There'd be no avoiding the blood then.

She set the chainsaw down and walked back over to Jim and Leanne, ignoring the camera crew as they came closer to get a better shot of the destroyed black woman.

"I need a drink," she said, passing the other two and heading into the building. "I'll be in your office, Jim. Forgive me for raiding you alcohol cabinet."

***

It had taken only fifteen minutes to bring Monique's life to an end, so Lauraine blinked as she saw Carol enter the building and disappear into Jim's office. As she got up to follow, Jim and Leanne came back in as well.

"Is there something wrong?"

Jim just shook his head.

"No," he said. "Carol just needed a drink after taking care of Monique."

"I see," the redhead said.

They entered the office and saw Carol sitting on the floor, back against the wall, eyes closed, and a tall glass of scotch in her hand.

"Are you okay, Carol," Jim said.

"Yes, Jim," Carol said. "It was just a confusing experience."

"Confusing," Leanne asked.

"Yes. I really don't know what I was expecting, but I just went cold when I was using the chainsaw. I was causing indescribable pain and damage, but I really felt nothing. I had prepared myself for the feelings of disgust, self-loathing, and even excitement. Apathy never entered my mind as a possibility."

"Is that really a problem," Lauraine asked. "I'd think that it would be better that way."

"On the surface," Carol said, "it is better. But I have to wonder if there's nothing more to it. Experiencing apathy when causing pain like that almost makes me think I'm a sociopath."

"Not at all," Leanne said. "Think back to the meeting the four of us had last week. You were so disturbed that you had to leave the room. Perhaps you realize that this has to happen - that this will happen - and that the only way you can work through it is to distance yourself from your feelings."

"I thought I was the psychologist," Carol said, a hint of a smile appearing on her face.

"You are," Leanne said, "but I think you might be too close to the issue to be able to rationally think this through."

"You do have a point," Carol said. "Thanks, Leanne."

"Oh, don't thank me too much," Leanne said with an impish grin. "I just want you to be able to finish me when it is my turn."

"Bitch."

"Don't you forget it."

"Carol," Lauraine said. "Do you think you'll be able to do me? If you can't, I'm sure Jim could find someone to do it."

"It's okay, Lauraine. I should be okay with it. Leanne may be right. I'm probably just trying to distance myself from the situation."

"Speaking of which," Jim said. "If the three of you are okay with it, we can move up the timetable. Monique took far less time than was anticipated."

Lauraine and Leanne looked at each other and nodded.

"I think," Lauraine said, "that it really depends on Carol. I'm ready now, but maybe Carol wants some downtime before going on."

Carol thought about this and realized that it'd probably be better to move on now. The sooner it was over, the better it would be.

"No," she said. "That's okay. If you want to do it now, Lauraine, I'm ready."

Lauraine thought about it. She was really ambivalent about it. Should she die now? Should she wait another ninety minutes? Thinking about her daughter, though, decided the issue.

"Let's do it now," she said. "I want to be with my daughter."

Leanne nodded. She felt the same way.

"Okay, ladies," Jim said. "Give me five minutes to set up the cameras and then we'll do it in the second studio."

The three women nodded.

***

"Leanne," Lauraine said. "I know watching Monique die was probably terrible, but would you be there with us when Carol kills me?"

Leanne was about to turn down the request, but then she realized that it wouldn't be any worse than seeing a woman ripped in half.

"Would you mind if I lick your pussy?"

"Actually," the redhead said, "that's what I was hoping. With Carol smothering me with her pussy, it would be awkward for her to try to finger me at the same time."

Carol was relieved. She'd been trying to figure out the logistics of the thing. She didn't see how she could pleasure Lauraine and maintain the seal blocking the redhead's air flow.

"So," Leanne said, "Carol will smother you and I'll lick you. If I'm good enough, you might end up coming and going at the same time."

"That sounds interesting," the redhead said.

"We're ready, ladies," Jim said, entering the office.

"Showtime," Lauraine said.

The three woman walked to the second studio.

***

The studio was well-lit. There was a mat in the center of the floor and there were cameras in the corners of the room.

Lauraine stripped off her clothes and lay on the mat. Carol was still naked, never having dressed after the death of Monique. Leanne didn't want to be the odd one out so she stripped off her clothing as well.

"Come on, Carol," the redhead said. "Let's do this. If I can still breathe, I'll pat your butt three times."

"Hold on, Red," Leanne said. "I think I want to give you an orgasm or two before Carol gets started."

"That sounds best to me," Carol agreed.

Lauraine shrugged.

"Okay," she said.

Leanne lay on the mat, and spreading the redhead's pussy lips, exposed the clitoris. Swiping her tongue across the pearl, she was happy to feel Lauraine buck with surprise.

"Does that feel good?"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Lauraine moaned.

"I'l take that as a 'yes'," Leanne said with a smile.

Leanne went back to sucking, licking, and nibbling the clitoris as she slid two fingers into Lauraine's pussy. Stroking the front wall of the pussy, she searched for the elusive g-spot. As Lauraine started thrashing and bucking, Leanne figured that she'd found it,

"Fuck," the redhead continued moaning. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

It only took two minutes for Leanne to cause Lauraine to thrash her way through a mind-blowing orgasm. A minute later, as Lauraine was building toward another orgasm, Carol straddled the redhead's head and lowered her crotch to the woman's face.

"Three times," Carol said, drawing a nod from Lauraine.

It took three attempts to get the proper positioning, but they did get it and Lauraine blasted through her second orgasm as she felt Carol seal off her nose and mouth. This was it. There'd be no more breathing for the redhead.

'God,' she thought. 'I hope Leanne keeps going. I'd really like one more. Wait for me, Kelly. Mommy's coming. I'll be there soon.'

Carol sighed in pleasure. She hadn't really considered how good it'd feel, having someone thrashing between her thighs. She found herself building to a mind-blowing orgasm of her own.

"Leanne," she said, "spin around here so I can reach your pussy while you lick her."

Leanne did as asked and sighed in pleasure as Carol's fingers entered her, one in her pussy and one in her ass.

"Oh," the blonde moaned. "God, Carol, that's so good."

Just then, Leanne felt Lauraine's pussy spasm, squeezing her fingers like they were in a vice.

"Is she," Leanne asked.

"Yes," Carol said. "She just began thrashing beneath me. I think it's happening."

"Well, keep still. She wants this. You'd be doing her no favors by giving her another breath."

"I know," Carol said, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "This has to happen and she does want it."

'Can't breathe,' Lauraine thought as her lungs screamed in pain. 'Fuck me, this hurts. How long will I last? I just hope they don't let up. It'll be even harder if I have to go through this again. It won't be much longer, baby. Mommy's on her way.'

The redhead continued thrashing for another minute before she passed out.

"Stay put," Leanne said, seeing that Lauraine had gone limp. "She's unconscious, not dead. If you get up, we'll have to do this again."

"Fuck," Carol said.

"Wait here," Leanne said, rising to her feet and leaving the room.

"Where would I go?"

The blonde woman returned a minute later, holding a wicked-looking knife.

"Oh, yeah," Carol said. "I'd forgotten about that."

Leanne handed the knife to Carol and returned to licking Lauraine's pussy.

"Count to one hundred," Leanne said as she positioned herself between the unconcscious woman's legs. "When you reach one hundred, she should be gone. Then, cut her throat. That'll make sure she's gone."

Carol wasn't really sure about this, but after using a chainsaw on Monique, she figured that she should be able to cut Lauraine's throat.

'...ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred,' Carol thought.

She'd felt no movement from Lauraine while she was counting. Sighing heavily, she picked up the knife and drew it across the redhead's neck, cutting all the way through to the spine. There was no response from the redhead. Lauraine was dead.

"She's gone," Carol said.

"I thought so," Leanne said. "There's been no response to my licking for a while now."

The two women got up. There wasn't much blood, but the two women decided that they needed a shower. Taking one last look at the redhead, they turned and left the studio.

***

Jim was waiting for them when they came out of the shower.

"Good job with Lauraine," he said.

Both women shrugged.

"So," Carol said, turning to Leanne. "One little indian left. What exactly do you want, Leanne?"

"Did you see how I beat Tyra?"

"Yes."

"I want you to beat me. Use the baseball bat I used on Tyra to break my arms and legs. Then, I want you to stab me with the knife you'll use to cut off my head, I should be stabbed five or six times. Then, cut off my head."

"Fuck," Carol said. "That's rather extreme, don't you think?"

Leanne smiled.

"Is it any more extreme than first destroying and then cutting off your own daughter's fingers and toes? Her arms and legs? Is it more extreme than gutting your 10-year-old daughter and removing her head?"

Carol could only shake her head sadly.

"No," she said after a moment.

"Can you do it," Leanne asked.

It took Carol two minutes to respond. This wasn't an easy question to answer.

"I can," the psychologist finally said. "God help me. I can do it."

"Are we ready, Jim," the blonde woman asked.

"Yes, Leanne. We're ready."

"Showtime," Leanne said as she got up and followed Jim to studio three.

Carol got up and followed Leanne and Jim.

***

Leanne had talked to Jim the night before, explaining what she wanted. He'd arranged for a frame to be assembled. Leanne would be attached to a pillar in the room, her arms and legs spread and shackled,. This would create space needed for Carol to swing the bat freely.

It was a matter of a couple minutes worth of effort to restrain Leanne. The blonde woman was grinning the entire time.

"Are you really enjoying this," Carol asked.

"I don't know that I'd say that I'm enjoying it, but I'm finally facing my fate. I'll be with Tyra soon."

"You know," Carol said. "I'm not a sadist."

"I know," Leanne said, hanging in her restraints. "That's why I really appreciate it. I know I've asked you to do something far outside your comfort zone. I hope you can forgive me."

"I will, but it might take a few days. You're right, though. I'm not comfortable with this."

"Thank you, Carol," the blonde woman said. "Let's do this. I don't want to wait anymore."

Carol sighed and raised the bat. Bringing it down on Leanne's restrained left arm. There was a loud 'crack' as the bone in her forearm was broken. Leanne shrieked in agony. Without waiting, Carol raised the bat again and brought it down on the right arm. That bone was broken as well. After breaking the right arm, Carol stepped back and watched Leanne.

"Oh, fuck," Leanne said as she stopped screaming. "That fucking hurts more than I would've expected. I have no idea how Tyra managed to endure it."

"She liked the pain." Carol said. "You don't. For you, this is true torture."

"Yeah, well, keep going. My legs, now."

Carol sighed and swung at Leanne's left thigh. There was a light crunching noise, but not the crack that she'd expected. It took three solid hits to break the blonde woman's thigh bone. Throughout the beating, Leanne continued shrieking.

When the left thigh bone was broken, she moved to the right side. Again, it took three solid hits before it was broken. Carol then targeted the lower legs. These bones weren't as sturdy and took only two hits each before they were broken.

"Kick me," Leanne moaned when Carol put down the bat.

"What," Carol asked incredulously.

"Kick me. Kick my legs and my cunt. I want more pain."

"Isn't stabbing you enough?"

"Please, Carol," the blonde woman begged. "Kick me."

Carol stepped back and, with all her strength, kicked her friend in the pussy, burying her foot up to the ankle. Leanne's shriek of agony tore at the psychologist's heart.

"Again," the torture victim said as she regained her composure. "Do it again."

Carol found herself becoming numb. It was like she was watching this horrific torture instead of participating in it. Granting her friend's request, she kicked the woman's cunt, again burying her foot to her ankle. This time, when she removed her foot from her friend's pussy, it was red with blood.

Without pausing, Carol then kicked Leanne's broken left leg. Pain exploded in the blonde woman's limb at this abuse and Leanne let out another horrific shriek of pain. Carol went on to the right leg, kicking it twice before backing up to catch her breath.

"The knife," Leanne whispered, her voice nearly broken by the continuous screaming.

"What," Carol asked, moving closer to better hear her friend.

"Use the knife," Leanne whispered. "I am ready."

Carol nodded and picked up the knife. It was a wicked-looking thing. It had a blade that was eight inches long. On the other side, it had a serrated edge that would rip at Leanne as Carol extracted the blade.

Looking at the blade and then her friend, Carol realized that plunging the knife up to the hilt would drive the blade completely through the woman, causing the blade to emerge from Leanne's back.

"This will completely pierce you," she said to her friend. "If I put the entire blade into you, it will poke out of your back."

"I know," Leanne said, her voice hoarse. "That is why I had Jim get that knife."

"Are you sure," Carol asked.

"Yes," the blonde woman said. "Do it. Do it, now."

Slipping her right hand behind Leanne's back to hold her still, Carol stepped up close and drove the knife into her friend's lower abdomen. She buried the blade to the hilt and let go of the handle. Stepping behind the restrained woman, she saw that one inch of the blade was sticking out of Leanne's back.

Gently taking the tip of the blade between thumb and forefinger, Carol wiggled the blade, eliciting a moan from her friend. She stepped back to the front and extracted the blade. The serrated blade tore at the flesh as she pulled the blade out. This caused a ragged tear in the woman's stomach.

Even if she was going to receive medical care for this, Leanne would have no chance of avoiding a scar. Carol moved the blade three inches to the right and drove the knife in again. Looking at her friend's back, she saw the point sticking out of her back.

"My tits," the restrained woman moaned. "Cut my tits."

Carol pulled the blade from Leanne's abdomen and placed the point at the top of the woman's breast, close to the chest. She looked into Leanne's eyes and seeing a slight nod, sliced through the left breast, cutting it in half, neatly bisecting the nipple.

"The other one," Leanne said weakly.

The bloodloss must have begun taking a toll.

"Do the other one."

Carol didn't hesitate. She repeated her actions and cut the right breast in half.

"Thank you," the blonde woman said. "Thank you, Carol. I'm ready. Do it now. Kill me, please."

Carol approached her friend, tears beginning to flow. She kissed her friend on the mouth and then kissed Leanne's forehead.

"Okay, Leanne," Carol said. "It's time. Here it comes."

The psychologist placed the blade to the blonde woman's throat. Without giving herself time to consider her actions, she cut deeply through flesh. Pulling out the blade, she flipped it and used the serrated edge to cut through the spine and after a minute, Leanne's head came free, a broad smile on her face.

Carol placed the head on the floor and left the room. She needed a shower.