"Sonja?" whispered Meris in a broken whisper.

There were so many answers that Sonja could give. She would kill, she would cheat, she would do anything to heal the devastated look on her lover's face. But, then she would be lying. With a sob, she looked away and tried to break free of both the ghost's heat and the crippling despair that slammed into her.

Meris let out a loud cry and race out of the room. Her footsteps thumped against the steps as she sprinted up the stairs and slammed the door shut behind her.

Gweneth chuckled. "And now that the cunt is gone."

The heat disappeared and Sonja could move. She lurched forward and caught herself against the guillotine. It took a moment to catch her breath. When she could, she glared down at her mother. "Why did you do that?"

"Because," Gweneth said in her mother's furious voice, "I'm going to ruin you for him. Happiness? You will never have it. This will end in blood and tears and there is nothing, nothing you can do about it."

"Why?"

"Because you are his fucking game. A trophy he's going to put on his shelf when you decide to snuff yourself."

"He would never kill us!"

"That is the point, idiot! He doesn't try to kill you, he makes you think its a wonderful idea to kill yourself! You'll look at the knife and think you want to cut your throat. Or go too far while playing with this fucking guillotine."

"He would never do that!"

"Admit it, you've thought about lying right here," Gweneth rattled the lunette and twisted her body in her bounds, "and pulling the handle."

A surge of lust exploded inside Sonja. She had thought about it, more than once.

"Yeah, getting juiced up. That is what he wants from you."

"You... you," Sonja gasped, "you were the one giving me dreams of being killed at night."

"You were suppose to die in your sleep, you fucking cunt. You weren't suppose to get off. I thought I had you before he got his claws into your head, but apparently you were always one of those fucking spit-muffins."

"No, I'm not," lied Sonja.

"You were just like me, Cunt. You thought you wanted it, but you don't know what happens next. You don't die when you off yourself. You end up one of his fucking toys for all time. The others are here too, caught in their cages, unable to escape. Do you want to be some bastard's pet? Just because you get juicy at the idea of lopping off your own head."

Sonja shook her head. She reached for the handle.

Gweneth barked a laugh. "Go head. Cut off my head. I've been through far worse, girl, and dying one more time won't possibly stop me. If he managed to get his claws into you, I'll just stop the next one. Sooner or later, I will stop him if it is the last thing I do."

The heat rose up around her, licking at her skin, but the weakness didn't come.

Sonja looked down at her, disgust and anger in her. "You are no longer my mother."

The ghost looked up at her, "Obviously. She wasn't your mother for years. It was just obvious when she was willing to trade your tight little fuck hole for riches."

Gweneth moaned and twisted her chest again. Her nipple slipped out of an opening in her nightgown, the perky tip reminding Sonja how she had sucked on it for hours when they were fucking each other. "No," moaned the ghost, "this soul is mine now and there is no force in this world that will save what is left of your mother. She and I are together, and I'll drag her into the next life when your corpse rots in the kitchen."

Sonja slapped her mother hard.

Gweneth laughed loudly even as a trickle of blood dripping from her lips.

Infuriated, Sonja raised her hand to slap her again.

Meris' soft voice stopped the next blow. "How about this instead?"

Turning around, Sonja saw her lover standing at the foot of the stairs in all of her glorious nudity, carrying the massive strap-on that Gweneth... no, the ghost, used to fuck. Sonja paused, hand still up in the air, staring at Meris.

The pale teenager smiled hesitantly. "Please... I need to know. I need to know it... you... that you'd choose me over her."

Sonja lowered her hand. "Meris?"

"Please, I need to know."

Sonja dropped her hand and padded over to Meris. With tears in her eyes, she wrapped her arms around her and held her tight. Soft sobs ripped out of Meris. She felt arms around her, the strap-on heavy against her back as Meris held her tightly, very tightly.

"Sonja... I don't want to make sense, I just want to make sure that I'm the only girl in your life."

"Oh, Meris, you are."

"But, I need to know, please, for me?"

From the guillotine, "Wow, that makes like no sense, does it. Fuck your mother to prove your love?"

Meris looked over Sonja's shoulder and spoke in a hard tone. "Not fuck, kill. I want her to fucking choke you on your own damn cock!"

"What!?" Sonja wasn't sure if it was her or her mother who cried out. Meris held her tightly, looking deep into Sonja's eyes.

"I want you to kill her. Just like the others, I want her as my present. I want to say how she dies and it should be on this." Meris shook the strap-on.

Sonja felt the tears in her eyes, her mind spinning even as she felt the heavy weight on her back. Taking a deep breath, one of many, she shook her head. "No."

Meris whimpered, "... why?"

"I want you to kill her."

"Me?"

A tingle slid up her spine and Sonja felt a sharp brush of cold wind against her ankle. She smiled to herself as she spoke again. "Yes... I want you to kill her. I want you to fuck her until you realize you are the only lover in my life. And when you look over her rotting corpse, I will dedicated my soul to yours. Until the day I die, you will be the only one I love and if we survive into the next life, I will be yours just as much."

Sonja's words rang out through the workshop and Meris stared up at her with all the adoration and love that her bright blue eyes could express. Sonja smiled broadly and reached down to kiss her lips tenderly.

Meris moaned and held her tight, gasping in the kiss until they broke tenderly.

"Now, go kill my mother."

Together, they slipped the strap-on Meris' hips, guiding a tiny stabilizing dildo into her moist slit and settling it into place. Her pussy was already searing hot with anticipation. With a few straps tightened, the black cock spread obscenely from her frail-looking hips. Bright blue eyes shone as Meris inched forward, to Gweneth's head.

The possessed woman spoke sharply, "I will see you rotting in hell," and tightened her lips and jaw.

Meris reached down and grabbed Gweneth's head, trying to hold it steady. The black cock awkwardly bobbed as she pressed it up against Sonja's mother's lips.

Gweneth just tightened her jaw even more, a smile tightly plastered to her face.

Meris tried a couple of times, slapping the rubber against the older woman's face, but she refused to let her. Sonja watched and held her mother's head still, but still Meris couldn't get the cock into her.

Then, a bright idea sparkled through Sonja's head, a memory of a terrible dream. "Try her eyes."

The response was immediate, Gweneth spasmed against the ropes, slamming against them as she screamed out in a high-pitched voice. "No!"

Sonja leaned down. "You tore out your own eyes for him, didn't you? I remember they were nothing but holes in my dreams."

"I will fucking kill you!"

A pulse of heat exploded inside Sonja. She panted as she stared into the now-frightened eyes of her mother. "But you won't ever see us again."

Gweneth twisted and screamed in her bounds. She closed her eyes tightly as she tried to escape.

Meris and Sonja grabbed her tightly, the heavily-build guillotine easily holding the writhing woman. The wedged tip of the dildo bobbed in the air, aiming toward the frightened eyes of the possessed woman.

The ghost screamed out again and again, spasming with fear and terror with every passing moment.

The shrieks of terror grew worse as Meris brought her hips forward, resting the heavy black tip against Gweneth's right eye.

It took all of Sonja's strength to keep the woman still. She grabbed the dildo and held it in place, using her weight to keep Gweneth aimed.

The ground almost shook with Gweneth's effort to free herself, the ropes squeaking with every second.

Sonja looked up at Meris and nodded. "Fuck her."

Meris bit her lips and leaned forward, pushing the tip of the dildo against the eye socket. In comparison, the rubber blackness was huge compared to the tiny opening, but it was nothing compared to the absolute terror that exploded from Gweneth's body. Useless heat rose up from the body, but not nearly hot enough to burn the ropes or scorched the wood.

Fear was finally on the lover's side.

"Fuck her, love. Kill my mother."

Sonja's whisper filled the room and Meris closed her eyes tightly as she thrust forward. The head caught on the bone, but Meris grabbed Gweneth with both hands and drew back. Her naked buttocks flexed and Sonja was overwhelmed with a wave of lust.

Without a word, Meris shoved forward, slamming the black cock against Gweneth's eye. This time, it lodged into the hole.

Gweneth screamed out shrilly.

A muted popping noise vibrated through her body and the dildo sank another inch into the hole.

The ghost's voice cracked as she tried to scream higher. The fury of her attempts to escape became desperate, yanking free of Sonja's grip but the strap-one was already lodged inside her eye socket.

A single trickle of blood and hazy fluids oozed out from the the gap between flesh and rubber.

Meris set her jaw and thrust forward, driving the dildo deeper.

Sonja took a deep breath and caught the scent of her lover's pussy. Her eyes flickered to the side and saw that Meris was dripping wet as she strained to force more of the dildo into the screaming woman.

Meris pulled back only a quarter of an inch before jamming it forward. Every stroke managed to get deeper, but the tiny strokes were incredibly erotic as the dildo took on a sheen of eyeball fluids and blood.