A Mother's Love

“Hey Sandra you got a minute?”

Sandra glanced over her shoulder to make sure the office door was locked out of pure paranoid force of habit before answering the chat message. The door simply couldn't be opened without the key that hung around her neck. Ostensibly, she locked herself in the office at home to work. In reality, she did it because there was no way her daughter would ever understand what kind of porn she was into, and she was terrified of the idea that Natalie might inadvertently stumble across the M-Net software installed on her office PC. So, the office was Sandra's space and Sandra's alone.

“Can it wait Jake? I'm really wet right now.”

Jake was the regional agent for M-Net, the man responsible for recruiting new network members, customer services, and all the delicate (and highly illegal) work involved in keeping the international snuff and cannibalism network “below the radar”. It was rare to get an instant message from him without a mail first – unscheduled calls inevitably meant interrupting somebody who was about to pleasure themselves.

“LOL sorry baby but I've got a new member in your area I think you should know about.”

Sandra frowned, but was intrigued despite herself. Usually, M-Net was completely discreet and anonymous. Being told about a new member was way out of the ordinary.

“Okay...?” she sent, keeping half an eye on the video filling half her screen. It was her favourite, one of the Isla Moros snuff girls being killed by her own father through slow strangulation.
“Just finished processing her application. Her name – you ready for this? Her name is Natalie Harper.”

Sandra's dildo dropped from her hand, and she had to re-read the sentence at least five times before she could believe that she was really seeing the words on the screen.
“MY Natalie?” she asked, breathless.

“The very same.”

Sandra sat in stunned silence for a second.

“You're sure?”

“Perfectly. Come on, you think I'd risk a security leak on a “maybe”?”

“OMFG.”

“Thought you should know babe. Anyway, make life fun I'm giving you a ticket to tag along on her free island trip.”

“Does she know that I'm a member”

“Not yet ;-)” There was a pause while Sandra weighed her options.

“Thanks. Jake seriously I owe you the best BJ of your life.”

“I'll hold you to that. Have fun baby.”

Jake signed out of the conversation. Sandra sat there for ten minutes, shaking from equal measures of surprise and arousal. Then, she was on her feet and let the door swing open for the first time ever as she stepped outside and went down the hall to her daughter's door, not caring that the incestuous scene of necrophilia was still playing out in High Definition glory on the monitor.

A distant part of her was surprised to note that she didn't dither on the threshold, but just opened the door and strode in.

Natalie – her sweet, auburn, nineteen-year-old daughter who (damn him) looked so much like her father - was naked on the bed with her fingers buried in her pussy and a laptop next to her. She jumped and slammed the cover shut with a scream, but Sandra caught a glimpse of the familiar dark red of the M-Net software, and the briefest flash of what looked like the famous recording of the M-Girl Becky Howard's beheading.

“AAH! MOM! Don't you KNOCK?” Natalie shrieked as she scooped a blanket over her young, nude body, face crimson. Sandra couldn't help a small laugh when her daughter performed a classic double-take to see her own mother standing in the doorway totally naked. “O-or... wear clothes?”

Sandra sat down on the bed, feeling the blush that Natalie had inherited start in her own face as well

“Sorry sweetie, I forgot” she said.
“FORGOT?!”
“Had more important things on my mind.”

Natalie shook her head “Okay, fine, whatever. Could we maybe get dressed before we sort them out, whatever they are?”
“And let you turn off that laptop? I saw what you were watching, darling.”
“So I was watching lesbo porn? Mom come on it's not your business, please....” Natalie was starting to shiver and cry and it came home to Sandra just how much she'd invaded her daughter's privacy. She almost backed out then and there, but something made her catch her daughter's gaze and forge ahead.

“Most lesbian porn doesn't wind up with one of the girls having her head cut off.” she said.
“What? But...? Oh god Mom, how did you...? I mean! Oh shit....” Natalie pulled her knees up under her chin and had a genuine attack of the shakes now. “God, Mom please, I'll delete it all I'll never look at it again I'm sorry I'm SO SORRY!”
Sandra leapt forward to hug the trembling teenager and held her tight, feeling hot tears against her neck.
“Delete it?” she said “That's one of my favourite videos.”

The shakes stopped.

“You... Mom, you mean you...?”
“I'm a total bitch sweetie, I'm sorry for doing that to you.”
“Fuckin A you are! Oh god, Mom....” Natalie drew a shuddering, sobbing breath and made a visible effort to calm herself “Are you seriously saying you're on M-Net?”
“Wanna come in my office, see what I was watching?”
“Do I ever! Uh, I mean...” Natalie flushed red again, adorable pinkness spreading all the way down from her cheeks to the make her tiny pink nipples warm up too. She rallied magnificently and giggled as she took her mother's unresisting hand and allowed herself to be lead to the office.

On-screen, the scene was continuing. The M-girl was long dead and had been cleaned out, stuffed and spitted and was turning over the charcoal pit now. Sandra sat in the office chair and, when Natalie hesitated looking for a place to sit down, patted her knee by way of invitation.

Natalie looked at her askance “you're kidding?” she asked.
Sandra just smiled and repeated the gesture. Natalie hesitated for a second, then shrugged and hopped up to sit butt-naked in her mother's lap.
“Feeling weird, sweetie?” Sandra asked as she basked in the feeling of her only child's smooth and warm skin against hers.
“Fucking weird” Natalie replied, then gasped and stiffened as Sandra's hand snuck up under her arm and squeezed her tit. She writhed a little, but couldn't bring herself to try and actively escape, settling instead for an outraged “Mom!”
“Why not?” Sandra asked, squeezing her daughter's boob again “I've been jealous of your tits for ages, you're way bigger than me, sweetie.”
“But... we're...” Natalie didn't seem to be consciously aware that she was grinding her pussy wetly against Sandra's leg.
“Necrophiliacs, and I'm a cannibal. Does adding incest to the sheet matter much?”
“I guess not” Natalie said, and that was all they said to each other for more than an hour.

three weeks later, their seaplane settled down in tropical blue waters somewhere in the pacific ocean, though neither of them were quite sure where. They and the other five passengers aboard had been vigorously enjoying themselves in the Mile-High club for most of the flight.

Sandra found that she was perversely proud of her daughter. Natalie had recovered from the shell-shock of her first ever incestuous (and lesbian) experience with remarkable speed and had quickly gone back to being her usual headstrong, confident, intelligent and lively self, and had fit a lock to the door of her bedroom. They'd still become experts in loving each other though, and Sandra couldn't remember a time when she'd felt closer to Natalie.

The thought came back again as they stepped from the plane. Her age made sure Sandra didn't feel comfortable without a bikini, but Natalie was wearing nothing but sun cream, flip-flops and a wide straw sun hat Their friends from the planet went their different ways towards the guest cabins along the beach, leaving parent and child alone for the first time in several hours.

“Mom, I've been forgetting to ask for a while...” Natalie said as she hoisted the small bag of luggage she'd brought with her. She caught Sandra's eye. “Are you a V or a C?”
“Both.” Sandra answered promptly “But I'm down on the Network as C only. I could never just leave you.”

Natalie smiled at that, kissed her and they linked arms as they headed for their cabin. “I'm the same.” she said. “I'd be a V by choice, but... you know, before I found out we're both into this I'd never have gone for it.”
“We couldn't afford it either” Sandra replied. She'd suspected her daughter was a Victim – the M-Net term for people who were sufficiently aroused by the fantasy of their own death to go through with it – since pretty much day one, but something about having the suspicion confirmed hurt her a little, deep down. The thought of living without her little girl was surprisingly painful. It helped that taking advantage of the club's services was expensive, and that they'd never realistically save up enough to be able to afford for either one of them to experience it.
“But you're a V?” Natalie asked, looking for confirmation.
“Yes sweetie. God, and SUCH a V. Every video, every time I come to this island, I imagine it's all happening to me.”

They walked in silence, arm-in-arm for a few minutes, and just as they reached the cabin, Natalie dropped her bombshell.
“I think I know how we could make it happen.” she said.

Stunned, Sandra could only pronounce a stupid “Huh?”
“I think I know how I could make sure we both get snuffed. And hey! Maybe we could go together!”
“I'll... sweetie, I completely understand where you're coming from, but I don't think I'm happy with the idea of you being snuffed.”
“Still got some maternal instincts, Mommy?” Natalie teased, adopting the “little girl” tone of voice that she knew Sandra couldn't resist.
“Yeah.” Sandra admitted “but I guess it's your life to end how you like, same as mine. Let's hear your idea.”
“Oh, it's easy. I become an M-girl!”

Sandra saw the plan instantly. M-girls gambled their lives on a fifteen-draw lottery for one year. With thirty girls in the pool, that worked out as a fifty-fifty chance of being chosen to get snuffed at the monthly club nights or one of the three “special” nights. Survivors walked away with several million in club pay, plus whatever they earned shaking their asses and fucking paying club members. Natalie would certainly earn more than enough to pay for two private snuffs... if she survived the year.

“And if your number gets drawn, I'm free to become a Victim any time I like without having to worry about you.” she said.
Natalie grinned, her teeth dazzling white in the sun “exactly!”
“I'm still not sure I like the idea of you getting snuffed.” Sandra said “At least, not before me.”
“I didn't really like it when you burst in on me fingering myself” Natalie said, smiling “but that turned out okay.”

Sandra stared out to sea for a second, and thought about what she'd wanted from life, for her and Natalie. For the first time, it occurred to her that she hadn't really got a plan. Her job and Nat's paid well enough that they could afford an M-Net account easily, but neither of them – like most Victims, she suspected – really had any concrete life dreams. If she thought about it, the only thing she'd really dreamed about doing was being snuffed someday. Why pass up the opportunity to do the one thing that had ever really inspired her?

It didn't take long at all for her to agree to her daughter's plan, and sign both their lives away.

Their weekend on the island was over too quickly. The auction night was as spectacular as always, with every horny eye in the room drinking in the experience as a curly-haired M-girl by the name of Faye went through the gruesome medieval fate of hanging, drawing and quartering. Exactly according to plan, Natalie presented herself to the owner and queen of M-Net, Annie Richmond, and was promptly accepted to join the M-girls. They even secured a concession that Sandra would get to travel to the island for free for every single one of the auctions, seeing as her daughter's life was on the line. Still, their farewell on the dock before the plane left to take Sandra back to the USA was tearful.

At home, Sandra's life became a limbo of waiting for auction days. She gave Jake his promised blowjob (and more) and worked out the details of her and Natalie's disappearance stories, but the rest became empty for her. She worked lots of overtime rather than face the emptiness of her house. She went to clubs and picked up younger men and women. With Jake's permission and help she even fulfilled a lifelong fantasy of hers and quit her job to take up a career in porn, Happily playing the MILF.

It was the trips to Isla Moros that actually mattered to her though. Natalie's first auction was the first of September. Sandra arrived on the thirtieth of August to visit her and mother and daughter spent the whole time in each others' company, touring the island and shamelessly fucking wherever and whenever the urge took them. It was a relief to them both that Natalie survived her first auction, and the pair celebrated by having a threesome with a rap star who, with their permission, slapped them both around a bit as they watched the night's snuff girl, Emily, being fried alive in a giant pan full of coconut oil. Watching the hapless M-girl twitch and writhe instinctively from the agony of the searing heat drove everybody in the club berserk, and both Sandra and Natalie came away from the night with rather more bruises than they'd really agreed to, for which they received a beautiful written apology in the morning.

October passed similarly – the first of the month auction became the first time that a male M-“girl” was chosen in the lottery and Natalie was delighted when the auction's winner presented the dead young man's cooked penis to her as a gift. She later reported to her slightly jealous mother that it had been delicious, but that the texture was a little strange.

The second-biggest calendar event of the year was the Halloween/November 1st double night. Annie Richmond had changed the rules for the nights slightly – instead of having two nights, the auction and snuff was now instead taking place at midnight of the 31st, but TWO girls were selected, and auctioned together. In the event, the first girl chosen was a German girl whose name Sandra instantly forgot because the second girl was Natalie.

The outcome of the auction surprised her, however. Through the blur of tears she was desperately trying to hold back she smiled at her daughter as Natalie stepped up to go under the hammer, and her breaking heart swelled with pride as the two M-girls went for a well above-average price, but the bit that made her finally break down was when the man who'd won them both promptly invited her up on to the stage.

“I've seen you two together so many times” he said “It just wouldn't be fair to have Natalie for myself when her loving Mom's right here. If you're okay with it, I'd like you to be the one who snuffs her”

Sandra found herself nodding in stunned silence. She'd never believed that this could happen, and she didn't have the faintest idea how she felt about it. Natalie however was obviously thrilled, and threw her arms around Sandra with a squeal.

“Omigod Mom, this is... Oh, it's a shame we couldn't go together, but this is so perfect!” She treated both mother, client and her fellow M-girl to a lavish French kiss, then turned expectantly to the woman who had brought her into the world, and would shortly remove her from it.

“Make it spectacular, mommy” she pleaded.
Sandra found that she was quite happy to.

Sandra's own personal snuff fantasy had always revolved around the cannibalism aspect of the club. M-Girls were intented to be eaten after their snuff, partly as tribute, mostly because it was the kink of many of the club members. The rules of any snuff therefore meant that the carcass had to be left in a state where it could be prepared as food and eaten safely.

This suited Sandra just fine. She'd had dozens of fantasies that revolved around watching as bits of her were cooked and consumed right in front of her eyes. She'd always been proud of her cooking skills, too. She wasn't exactly a genius in the kitchen, but her own parents had made sure their kids knew how to cook, and she'd been determined throughout her life that most of the meals in her house would be home-cooked from fresh ingredients.

Human meat cut straight off the living bones of her willing daughter seemed fresh enough.

Natalie was safe and clean to eat, they knew that much – M-girls went through a thorough disease screening and were completely cleaned inside and out before an auction night, so Sandra's mind was free to worry more about what recipes she'd choose, and how to ensure that her baby girl survived for as long as possible.

Natalie, for her part, was so eager to begin that she was even helping pick out the knives. Most of the club was watching her German counterpart Alina, perhaps hungrily sensing that her death was just the starter course tonight. If Alina was at all jealous, she didn't show it – she was strapped into a metal frame with a “collar” - a razor-sharp pneumatic metal iris – locked around her neck. She was shrieking in alternate parts pleasure at the meaty cock plunging in and out of her ass, and pain as the owner of that cock traced lines of fire across her body with a butane torch, cooking and browning the flesh of her tits right there on her chest. He triggered the collar when he came, and there was a round cheer when an audience member caught her head and kissed her passionately during the last instants of her life.

The main course, however, was definitely Natalie. Sandra had decided that her daughter deserved to be eaten au naturale for the most part, but when the time finally came to begin, she forgot all about the audience, all about the other club members, all about how they were being recorded for M-Net posterity.

Natalie looked radiant. She'd always been beautiful, but now, at the very end of her life, she took Sandra's breath away as she glanced over her shoulder, smiled and rushed over to press herself against Natalie and give her a kiss that no ordinary mother and daughter would ever have shared.

Then, she sat herself down on the counter, reclined and twined her legs together, accentuating her curves even as Sandra locked her ankles into the manacles that she would never be freed from as a living person. Her arms were locked cast out to either side in a crucifixion pose and there was a sigh of reverence across the club at the unconsciously powerful image of a beautiful young woman restrained in such an evocative, titillating pose, staring up at her mother-murderer with nothing but love, arousal and eagerness. Sandra pulled a knife from the block – a big one and well made, with ripples of metal in its folded metal blade that caught the light and fixed Natalie's gaze as her skin flushed pink from head to toe even as Sandra lowered it all-too-slowly to meet her waiting flesh.

Natalie tilted her head back and her eyes fluttered half-closed as her mom rested the blade very, very gently across her throat. Her lips pursed and the flesh of her throat rippled as she took a deep, steeling breath, swallowed, and whispered oh-so- quietly, but with a passion that carried right across the reverent hush of the room.

“Kill me, Mommy.”

It was an incredibly sharp blade, and it sank into her almost withough Sandra having to press. Natalie arched her back in an ecstasy of pain throwing her head even further back in perfect imitation of her most powerful orgasms, and the knife sank deeper into the wound channel thus opened, releasing a torrent of blood at high pressure that anointed a searing hot red line across Sandra's own naked skin. Natalie's thighs shifted and crossed, her fingers tensed and clutched at nothing, her beautiful chest, crowned in glory by her sublime tits, racked and shook, the muscles of her toned tummy undulated, and her back heaved and arched ever skyward. There was a peak that looked for all the world like Natalie had just experienced a soul-shattering orgasm, and then, suddenly, all that tension released and her body fell down and lay still on the slab, twitching gently from aftershocks as stray nerve impulses shot through her expiring system.

Sandra lifted Natalie's head to her face, and gazed into her gorgeous baby girl's glazed and dead eyes. The expression had settled into the neutral look of mild surprise that all the dead came to wear in time, but the image of her daughter's last living expression was burned into her memory. She had been loving and grateful.

She kissed the already-cooling but still soft and luscious lips, then put Natalie down where she could watch Mommy go to work on the task of cleaning, butchering and cooking her carcass. She didn't allow herself the luxury of breaking down in tears until half a day later, long after the meal she made of her Natalie's flesh was consumed, when she finally returned to the privacy of their – her – cabin.

If life had been a limbo before for her, now it was pure waiting. She had no desire other than death now. She sold everything she had and moved to Isla Moros permanently. The rent was so high she wouldn't afford to stay for more than three or four months. Over the course of the month of November she fucked every last one of the M-Girls and M-boys, starting with the tiny brunette who'd replaced Natalie. She was invited to, and attended, private snuff parties which inevitably devolved into orgies. She threw herself into any sex act that she was asked to perform, pleasured seven men simultaneously with two cocks in her mouth, two squeezed painfully tight into her pussy with a third alongside them in her ass, and one in each hand.

She attended the First of December auction and snuff party and watched as an M-Girl – Shelly - was strapped alive to the outside of a turning spit and roasted over a blazing charcoal bed, an agonizing process that didn't kill her for two hours. That evening, Sandra was led by the owner and queen of M-Net, Annie Richmond, up into her private apartments and became her totally submissive and helpless slave. She was subject to her mistress' every whim, endured every torture and cruelty with no safe word and no safety margin.

She basked equally when she was scolded and degraded and on the exquisitely rare occasions that she was graced with a callous and demeaning compliment. Her body was marked by their play in the form of scars. She discovered the appeal of pain, came to experience it as a twisted parody of pleasure that made her react in exactly the same way. The first time she came from the stimulation of torture alone, she dubbed it a “black orgasm” and soon came to realise that she preferred them.

There was a perverse love in her relationship with Annie. Her Mistress was so cruel, so cold, so brutal to her because she knew that was exactly what Sandra wanted, not kindness and warmth. The tortures she inflicted on her slave were driven by love – how could she resist giving her most devoted servant exactly what she desired? Sandra's most intense ever black orgasm came when Annie branded her with the word “slave” on her left breast, right across the nipple.

And then came the morning of the fifteenth, the traditional day of the Club Moros Christmas celebration. They both knew what was coming, but played out the unconscious script regardless. When she delivered her Mistress' breakfast that morning, Sandra wore only a ribbon tied in a bow and a large festive tag that read “To Mistress Annie, with total devotion. Merry Christmas. Your slave, Sandra”

She was struck across the face for her temerity, and made to kiss her Mistress and Goddess' feet while Annie ate as a penance.

The day was full of gift-giving, but in the Club Moros sense. Christmas gifts on Isla Moros were people, snuffs, lives. By giving herself to Annie, Sandra had suicided. She wasn't the only one to do so that day. Annie received five other gifts – three men and a woman who gave themselves, and a gift of a male slave-lover given by a retired M-Girl. Elsewhere in the club, other gifts were given, between friends, between lovers and spouses. A woman gave herself to her little sister, who in turn gave herself to one of the M-boys. One married couple gave themselves to each other and were the first to die, side by side making love with Collars around their necks which they triggered at the moment of simultaneous climax. One of the M-girls was drawn by lottery and auctioned. The man who won her promptly gave her to the surviving M-girls, along with himself. They were torn apart by twenty-four horny girls, one of whom got so carried away that she tried to self-snuff and had to be sedated by club security.

Annie's private party was a little slower and a lot crueller. She fitted each of the men with a smaller version of the collar and took them all in a gangbang that left Sandra quietly amazed at her stamina and skill. She was so passionate with them that they all managed to rise to the occasion despite knowing what was coming. Soon, the Queen of M-Net was making ecstatic noises with a cock in her pussy, another in her ass, a third in her mouth and the fourth, graciously, given to Sandra once she had warmed him up.

Sandra herself forgot all about the little collar attached to the penis she was fucking until, without any warning at all, Annie triggered all four of them simultaneously. Male howls of agony and loss announced the moment the four of them were unmanned. The one she'd been fucking collapsed back with a shriek, clutching at the bloody stump of his dick and leaving the organ itself lodged inside her.

One function of the collars was that they kept the blood locked away inside the severed cocks, so they stayed hard. Sandra couldn't resist a shiver of frightened awe when Annie plucked the cock from her ass, handed it to her other female gift, then continued to fuck herself with one of the meat dildos while sucking vigorously on the other. Sandra unconsciously imitated her Mistress, and swooned from the force of the orgasm the depraved act caused her to have.

She was woken by a slap in the face. She had obviously been passed out for some time because the four men were dead, their bodies showing gaping wounds where Annie had cut out their hearts.
“Pull that fucking thing out of your cunt” her Mistress ordered. The other gift-girl was hanging in a frame behind her, obviously waiting for whatever torture was coming to her. Sandra did so, idly reflecting that it was probably the last cock she'd ever have inside her. Annie handed her a bucket. Inside were the other three severed cocks and four steaming human hearts.

Annie leaned closer and Sandra thrilled at the nearness of a woman she'd come to worship as a goddess.
“I'm going to snuff you in private, my love” she said, and Sandra swelled with the first genuine happiness she'd felt in six weeks at being called “my love”. “For now” Annie continued “go back up to the apartment, and prepare me a meal from this lot.”
“Yes, Mistress” Sandra said, and staggered shakily to her feet, bucket in hand. She paused on the threshold of the elevator up to Annie's apartment and looked back. Her Mistress was busily flaying the skin from the back of her other gift-girl with a vicious-looking whip with one hand, while the other was used to mercilessly finger-fuck the shrieking victim.


The peaceful interlude that followed was something of a relief after the bedlam downstairs. Sandra took a very quick shower to make sure she was clean for food preparation, then retrieved a bottle of very expensive red wine and opened it to breathe before settling down to the business of turning four male still-hard cocks and four human hearts into the last meal she would ever prepare.

By the time Annie returned to the apartment, the food was simmering away, and Sandra dutifully followed her Mistress into the shower and diligently washed every last drop of blood from her skin and hair. There was something maternal and loving about the gesture that abruptly reminded her that Annie, for all that Sandra worshipped and was totally subservient to her, was actually young enough to have been Natalie's older sister. Just for a second, their roles were reversed as Queen Moros relaxed into her slave's arms and luxuriated in the feeling of her body being cleansed.

They couldn't linger like that, but the moment was long enough to be an emotional balm for Sandra as she realised that she really did love the woman who was about to kill her. Without bothering to dry, they returned to the kitchen and Annie at the meal she had been prepared naked, still dripping water on the stone tiles of the kitchen floor. Sandra stood behind and to her left, head bowed and hands clasped demurely in front of her, relishing the silence and hint of normalcy that was preceding her death as Annie at in appreciative silence, polishing off every last bite.

“I'm going to miss your cooking, Sandra” Annie said when she was done, and Sandra found herself nodding and smiling at the compliment. “I'm going to have to make sure my future slaves can cook... but I'm not sure any will ever be up to your standard.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Follow me.”

Sandra was led into the torture room, site of so much pain and perverse pleasure over the last weeks, and stopped dead. All of the usual tools, toys and dungeon apparatus was gone, swapped out discretely during her absence and replaced with a familiar wooden table with shackles, and a knife whose image was indelibly etched on her memory. She hadn't realised that the pattern of folded metal waves in the blade had been so clearly remembered.

“The video of you snuffing Natalie is my new favourite.” Annie said. “It even beats watching my sister June die. I can't imagine a better way to thank you for the heaven you've turned my life into these past two weeks.”

Sandra wiped a rogue tear from her cheek. “It's... perfect.” she said. “oh, thank you so much Goddess, it's perfect.”

She had never called Annie “Goddess” to her face before, and the term seemed to surprise the snuff queen, but also make her heart melt. Annie kissed her, pouring as much love into the contact as mere lips could transmit. It lingered for only a few seconds, and then Sandra hopped up onto the table, lay down, and stretched her arms and legs out to accept her chains. She barely felt her Mistress clamp the heavy shackles on.

Her hips and tummy rose unconsciously and air rushed excitedly into her as Annie lifted that knife, then laid it so gently on her throat. Sandra's eyes closed, she tilted her head back to expose herself to the cutting edge as much as possible, and she uttered the same prayer of love, devotion and worship that her daughter had.

“Kill me, Goddess.” she whispered.

The knife pressed into her, opening a mortal wound. It was an experience of pain and pleasure like she had never imagined could exist. A Black Orgasm tour through her that swept control of her body away. As if from a distance, she watched her back arch, her cunt spread and expose. She watched her blood slash a crimson line across the ceiling. Every sensation flooded into her, both raw and immediate and exhilarating, but also distant, as if not really happening to her. She arrived at the epiphany of her life and death far too late to be saved, or to express it, but felt her face become a picture of ecstasy and love before it passed out of her control forever.

Sandra's last thought before her mind was freed to become something massively grander and more beautiful than it could ever have been while confined in her body was gratitude and unbound joy to find her beloved Natalie waiting for her.