Friends With Benefits

Lucy could hardly control her hands. The enormity of what had just been done to her two lovers, and what she was about to do to herself, was sinking in and they were threatening to shake so much she had hardly any control over them.

But she still had enough to keep the vibrator steady below her as she lowered herself onto it as if fucking a man - As if fucking Ben – cowgirl. Her breathing was ragged, unsteady, punctuated by squeaks and groans of shameless passion that were ear-hurtingly loud in the confines of the “Cage”, the blast-proof glass box that she had crawled inside to die.

While one hand steadied the synthetic cock that was driving her crazy, the other clutched the detonator to her breasts, thumb rubbing the button on top as if it were one of Molly's nipples. Despite the number of times she had come already today, the wave was cresting again, poised to crash down in a wall of pleasure that would destroy her.

She threw her head back, bucked like somebody had just passed a thousand volts through her, and as the orgasm broke over her she screamed “I'M COMINNNNG!!!”

She wasn't quite sure if it was a straightforward squeal of ecstasy, or a joyful cry of reunion with Ben and Molly. She didn't care. At the very apex of her pleasure, her thumb clenched, the detonator clicked, and the high explosive core of the dildo grenade tore her spasming cunt, her hips and her entire lower body apart in an eruption of viscera, ichor and stringy shreds of girl meat.

Lives – not just her own – flashed before her eyes.

*

“Huh. You seen this thing on the network?”
“What thing?”

Molly put down her ebook reader and gave her life partner, Ben, a quizzical look. He was curled on the couch with a laptop, the familiar red tone of the M-Net software lighting the front of his T-shirt.

“Free holiday on Isla Moros with a snuff risk.” he said. “Basically, you get a three week vacation on the island for free but get entered into a prize draw.”
“Yeah?”
“First prize gets to snuff one of their fellow attendees, plus one of the night's M-girls, second prize gets to snuff an attendee, third prize gets no snuff but is immune to being chosen. Prize winners can increase their snuff allowance by one if they want, but then have to self-snuff.”
“So somewhere between three and six people get snuffed at the end of three weeks of sun, sand and sex?” Molly mused.
“Basically, yeah. They've already got about fifty people signed up for it, so the odds are... well, I'd be okay with them.”
“Sounds awesome!”
“Does that mean you're in?”
“I'm in, yeah. Sounds fun!”
“Despite the risk of somebody else winning and picking you to snuff.”
“Absolutely! It'd be fucking hot.”
“Guess I'll pick you to be my victim if I win then” Ben teased her

She stood up, kissed him and said “I'll hold you to that, Mister. Because I'll sure as hell be snuffing you if I win.”
“oh, you are SO dead if I win.” he grinned back, talking around a second, more involved kiss.

*

They arrived on the island three days before the auction on a clear starry night with seas so calm that the Milky Way was reflected perfectly in the mirror waters of the island's lagoon. The island was a popular spot for M-net club members to visit even when it wasn't an auction day – a lot of them attended for the simple reason that it was a private and beautiful island retreat with a very liberal attitude towards nudity and public sex... not to mention life and limb. Nothing could have driven this point home more completely than when Molly and Ben were just unloading their bags from the plane and a woman in her mid-twenties bounced up to them, wearing only her extensive tattoos and piercings and a big smile.

“Hey guys! We saw you landing, you're just in time for the beach BBQ if you want to come?”
“Oh yeah? Who's cooking?” Molly asked grinning at her easy and friendly attitude.
“Sorry sweet thing, it's not me if that's what you're thinking.” the girl said. “We're eating Chinese tonight.”
“We'll be there.” Ben promised, and hefted his bag to show there might be a delay.
“Don't be too long!” their greeter called as she jogged back towards the flames on the beach with a wave, giving them both a great view of her ass as she went.

True to their word, Molly and Ben didn't take long. They left their bags just inside the curtain that passed for a door on their cabin, flung their clothes onto the bed, and headed down to the beach hand-in-hand. Sure enough, there was a small crowd down there paying their respects to a Chinese woman who was busily enjoying a noisy orgasm at the hands of five or six people.

The girl who greeted them was watching the action with a big grin and a bottle of beer as she chatted with a few other guests of the island and a woman that Ben recognized as an M-girl, Hailey. She broke off the conversation when she saw Ben and Molly approaching and bounced up to them with the same enthusiasm she'd shown at the plane.

“You came!” she exclaimed happily. “I'm Lucy, by the way.”
“Not yet I didn't.” Said Molly, slyly. “this is Ben, and I'm...” she raised a hand to the side of Lucy's head then leaned forward and kissed her, an act which the tattooed beauty returned eagerly “...Molly.”
Lucy giggled then pressed herself up against Ben for an equally steamy kiss. “Oooh, I knew the moment I saw you two that you'd be fun.” she enthused “you guys here on the free promo?”
“Sure are!” said Ben, guiding both girls over to a square of towel that somebody had laid on the beach while Molly grabbed a couple of beers from the cooler. “Any idea how many others are?”
“Fifty or so.” Lucy said. “I think. Including us. Not too many, not too few... I reckon there's a good chance of getting to do somebody... or be done.” She sounded like either option was just as good. She gave Ben's cock a cheeky squeeze as she sat down next to him “Or both.”
“Hey!” Molly exclaimed in mock outrage. “That's mine!”
“Awww...” Lucy moaned and pouted “but I wanna!”
“You've got to learn manners and ask first.” Molly said, her serious tone betrayed by the smile that was creasing her eyes and the corners of her mouth.
“Pleeeeaaase?” Lucy asked, directing a pout at Molly that made her lip ring glow in the firelight.
“What do you think, Ben?” Molly asked, teasingly.
“I think you girls need to learn how to share.” Ben chuckled, swigging his beer. “So how about you kiss and make up?”

Lucy raised a hand to her mouth in playful shock “Molly! Is he suggesting what I think he's suggesting?”
Molly giggled “I think that he's suggesting we should do this...” she kissed Lucy again, obviously having the time of her life “...and then THIS...” she pulled away and slipped his rock-firm prick into her mouth, grinning like a cheshire cat.
“Thought so.” Lucy said, and joined her.

Behind them, unheeded, the Chinese girl they would later wind up eating, worked herself to a final glorious orgasm that broke over her just before the axe came down and ended her life.

*

Lucy, Molly and Ben became inseparable immediately, falling into a three-way relationship as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Even before the end of the second day they were discussing options for moving into a more permanent lifestyle back home.

“Of course” Molly pointed out “we all three have to survive this weekend...”

The promotion had proven to be a real success – most M-net users were naturally cavalier about life and death, and while many strongly identified either as a Victim or a Client, the bulk of users, including the three lovers, were somewhere in the middle – willing to take the risk and accept the consequence, but not looking to actively seek out death. This of course meant there was a chance that one of them would be selected by whoever won the draw to be their victim.

“We'll play it by ear.” was Ben's opinion.

*

“Holy fucking shit, I think she's still alive.”
“Only technically.”

Pain was all Lucy knew. She distantly recognized and understood the words that had just been spoken, but they weren't relevant. The only thing that mattered was the pain, great red hot pulses of it sweeping over her skin from the site where her truncated torso ended in a tangle of glistening flesh and innards. She listened idly as she basked in the flow of the ruinous agony.

“Can you hear us, girly? That was a hell of a show you just put on. Fucking HOT.”
“I don't think she can hear you, Jake...”
“Yeah, looks like she's fading...”

The torment carried Lucy away like flood waters, but the searing flow of her devastation also brought soothing memories – her own, and those of her loved ones.


*

“So... As you know, tonight being Halloween and it being the first of November at Midnight, we're holding a double M-girl draw.”

Annie Richmond relished being where she was. She had stood as part of the neat row of beauties behind her twelve times and could remember how it felt every time a draw and auction came around. Or at least, how it had felt for her. Although willing to take the risk of dying, it hadn't really appealed to her so she had been very relieved to make it through her tenure as an M-girl and take over the network. For her, each draw had been an exercise in patience, willpower and nervous terror. She could read the same expression in about half the girls as she turned to face them, holding a ping-pong ball with a name written on it. The other half were glancing around with anticipation, clearly wanting for it to be them.

Sadistically and strangely, she always preferred it slightly when the girl drawn for the night was like she had been – willing, but not eager. Having been there, being able to empathize with them, just made the emotional experience that little bit more keen for her. She opened the ball and read it, and there was an in-draw of breath from the girls and the crowd.

“...Gabby.”

The chosen girl – petite and small-breasted with raven curls – sobbed and stared at her aghast, but rallied magnificently and, steeling herself with a deep breath, stepped forward. Her hand trailed behind her where another of the girls was giving it a good-bye squeeze. Her expression was hollow as she stood shivering beside her mistress. Her replacement stepped into the line-up behind her, fidgeting nervously and obviously in the “not eager” camp.

“And the second girl for the night...” Annie inserted a ball containing the new girl's name into the randomizer, turned it over a few times, then fished inside and pulled out a second name.

“...is Nicole.”

She suppressed a thrill of satisfaction at the dismayed gasp that the now-doomed blonde issued. Two scared girls in one night! She knew she was a bitch for enjoying their misfortune, but then again you didn't get to be the owner and administrator of a global underground snuff pornography network by being a nice person.

“So, now it's onto the prize draw for our free attendees. Just to go over the rules again: First place gets you your pick of one these two -” she waved her hand at the trembling snuff-girls “plus one of your fellow attendees to snuff. Second prize is one of your fellow attendees, third prize doesn't net you a victim, but the three top places mean you're immune to being chosen. Winners can claim one extra victim by agreeing to self-snuff. Any questions?”

There were none. Everybody had read the rules time and again.

“okay, so, I'll draw third prize first...” she reached into the bucket that contained about fifty scraps of paper with numbers on them. “twenty-six!”

A man in the crowd raised his hand, holding the scrap of paper marked “26” and looked relieved. “No upgrade!” he called, loudly and clearly.

“Okay... you get to sit this one out.” Annie teased with a wink. “For second place.... Nicole, why don't you draw this one?” The blonde French snuff-girl nodded meekly and fished a scrap from the bucket without looking. She and Gabby were holding each others' hands for comfort.

“Th-Thirty-one!” she managed to squeak out, eventually. There was a cheer from the crowd and a brunette in the back held up her card.
“Get up here babe, we'll let you pick your victim after the first place winner is drawn.” Annie told her, and stood aside as the lucky party-goer scrambled up onto the stage, panting with excitement. “Gabby... would you do the honours?”
The tiny dark-haired woman's hand fished into the bucket without hesitation. For all her nerves, Gabby was composed.
“Ten!” she called, clearly.

There was a silent, expectant pause, and in the middle of it Lucy's quiet voice rang out clearly.
“Guys... that's me!”

*

“...in and out. Never seen anyone in this state live more than a few seconds. Freaky.”
“You think sh.....to five minutes?”
“I wouldn't bet on it.”
“I would!”
“Bet your life, Rachel?”
“Fuck no. Bet somebody else's though. Winner buy....ser a victim.”
“You're on!”

Lucy stopped listening again. The memory that was surfacing on the tide was an especially precious one.

*

“Sue... what?”
“I said Merry Christmas! I'm your present, little sister!”
“I don't understand...?”
“Didn't anyone ever tell you what the Christmas Presents at Club Moros are like?”
“No...?”

Lucy's older sister, only a year older than her, gave her a cheeky kiss on the lips.

“It means, silly, that I want you to kill me.”

Lucy stared at her, dumbfounded. “But... Sue?! I don't want to kill you!”
Sue looked nonplussed. “Why not? It's what I want.”
“I love you!”
“I love you too, Lucy. That's why I want YOU to be the one who does me!”
“Sue, no. Please, no.”

Sue took Lucy's hands, and brought them up to her throat. She pinned them there with one hand while the other slid down her sister's arm, teased a nipple, brushed the flat expanse of her tummy, then slid between her legs, where it found warmth and moisture.

“Your mind's telling you no...” she teased. “But the rest of you...”
Lucy bit down on the traitorous groan of pleasure that threatened to burst from her. “I...”
“We both want to be Victims, sweetie.” Sue continued. “I know you want to go out giving somebody pleasure, just like I do. Giving YOU pleasure.”
“Sue, I don't...”
“I want this. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything in the world. One way or another, I'm going to die tonight, and if you won't do it, I'm sure Mr. Lawes up there will. Or... hmm... we could both go up there...?”
“I'm not ready yet, Sis.”
“Well, I am. So, Merry Christmas. Now are you going to kill your present or no..?!”

The question ended in a strangled choking noise as Lucy's fingers tightened their grip. They collapsed to the floor and their lips met. Sue's hand never left her sister's pussy, but her other one found her own, and soon the pair of them were a wriggling knot of pleasure and asphyxia on the hard wood floor. Sue's body shook and spasmed as it fought instinctively to draw breath, but her hands never stopped working their magic, even as Lucy showered her face with kisses, stolen between gasped exclamations of “Oh God, Sue, I love you. I love you so much!”

The last thing Sue heard before she passed out was her younger sister's litany of devotion ending in a rising orgasmic squeak in response to the stimulation from her spasming fingers. She never woke up again. By the time Lucy recovered enough to loosen her grip and start trying to wake her up, Sue had been dead for three minutes.

It shocked Lucy a little just how quickly she realised that the experience had only been so intense because of the genuine grief she experienced throughout.

*

Gabby just stared blankly with eyes full of fearful moisture as she was given her way to her soon-to-be-murderer. Number thirty-one had already picked her victim – a man who had almost bounded up on the stage, rock-hard and enthusiastic. When Lucy had been asked which M-girl she wanted, she hadn't hesitated in pointing at Gabby.

She hadn't been prepared to win. She hadn't thought about what she would do if she did. Nevertheless, there was only one thing she could imagine doing in this situation – only one thing that felt natural and right.

“Molly? Ben? Get up here, I'm upgrading.” she said.

*

“...at's it, looks like you owe me a – no, wait, she just came round again.”
“One minute to go!”
“This is impossible.”

Lucy opened her one working eye and stared at the two speakers for the first time. With her remaining hand, she gestured to the man, Jake.

“Baby girl, this is incredible. I don't know how you're still with us!” he said as he knelt beside her.
“C... c.... cock.” she forced out, distantly amazed that her lungs could work at all.
“huh?”
“I. Wwwant. To sssuck... cock. One last t... time.”

The woman – Rachel – made an incredulous noise, and Jake just stared at her.
“Seriously?!” he exclaimed.
“Let. Mmmee d-die wwwwith a cock in. my. my. Mmmouth.” she demanded. “P-p-please.”

Jake needed no further encouragement. With a disbelieving shrug, he undid the fly of his jeans and popped himself out and slipped himself between Lucy's bloodied lips.

She let the warm, pleasant and familiar comfort of giving head carry her away into the visions again. She barely noticed when Rachel lay down next to her and started sucking on her nipple.

*

Gabby was shivering. Ben looked ready and rock-hard. Molly flung herself into Lucy's arms and gave her a kiss full of terrified passion. Her whisper was a gust of warm air in Lucy's ear, for her to hear only.
“If I'd won, I'd have done exactly the same thing.”
“I can't imagine anyone I'd rather die with.” Lucy whispered back, her voice quavering.
“I love you.” Molly said.
“I love you too, Molly. Wanna help me snuff Ben?”
“Fuck yes.” Molly whispered, in tones that hinted at how horny she was feeling. “but let's do the M-girl first.”

*

It was hard to tell if Gabby was panting more from the fear or from the thorough fucking she was being given. Her face was barely above the surface of the water now, and the waves made by both her and Ben's as he pounded into her washed over her face and into her mouth. Her ankles were each tied to eye-hooks bolted into the floor of the pool, and her wrists were strapped and pulled apart by ropes running through two more eye-hooks and from there to a winch and ratchet by the poolside. She was spread-eagled, kept afloat only by her own bouyancy.

Lucy was panting in sadistic glee as Molly ate her out, and gave a little excited squeak as she reached over to give the handle another pull. With five solid clicks, the ropes got shorter, the angle got shallower and Gabby's head was pulled down just a little bit further, so that now her face was only above the surface about half of the time.

Somewhere in the middle of the desperate splashing and gulps of air, she heard what she had been waiting for – a carnal moan that sounded suspiciously orgasmic - and hit the green button that started up the winch's electric motor. Quickly and easily it pulled in a meter of rope and with a final “ANH!” of mounting pleasure, Gabby vanished below the water's surface forever.

Her hair had already been floating and lashing wildly around her, now it became a cloud that enveloped her entire head in floating brown tendrils. She looked around wildly as it became clear she'd never be able to come back up for air. Fighting for life, if only to experience the last climax of her existence, she bit half her lip, closed her eyes and bucked furiously against Ben's cock, which erupted. He shot a full load of cum deep into her with a gasp, and her last breath – her last orgasm – bubbled out of her mouth and nose, boiling the surface of the water before it escaped forever.

Water flooded Gabby's lungs. She convulsed, retched, tried to breath again and only drew more inert liquid into her body. The ability to move fled her – even if they hadn't been tied, her limbs no longer obeyed her but she found that, strangely, she didn't mind so much now that the end was here. The spike of her climax had settled into a strange, floating euphoria she had never imagined before. The world, she realised, looked quite beautiful from under the surface of the water. As her vision greyed and then darkened, her last wish was that she could share the epiphany of her drowning with somebody. Then, with a last tiny curl of bubbles and a flutter of her eyelashes, she was dead.

Ben stood, stretched and sighed, water cascading off the muscles of his back, his ass and his abs, and dripping off his cock. “If that was my last ever fuck” he said aloud “I'm going to die a happy man.”

He felt warm skin against his as Molly pressed herself close against him and slid her hands around his body so that one was rubbing his chest and the other lightly gripped his cock. Every sensation was heightened and intense, right down to the way the little patch of hair pressed against his buttocks was tickling. She kissed the side of his neck and murmured “guess what?”

“What?” he asked, turning in her grip to kiss her lips, relishing the sensation of her soft tit-flesh rubbing across his own wet naked skin.
“It was. UNH!”

Molly's expression twisted into a mask of agony and horror at the same instant that Ben felt a piercing, tearing violation of his abdomen. Lucy had borrowed one of the club's custom-made tools and put it to its intended purpose – pneumatically assisting her in forcing a metal spear through two human bodies at once. The two lovers were now nailed to one another through the midriff, and their blood mingled as it flowed down their bodies and clouded the water around their knees.

Molly recovered from the shock enough to give him a weak grin. “Gotcha.”
Ben couldn't speak. The breath had been driven out of him, but he had the strength to cup the back of her head with his hand, and kiss her again, with a fury and passion born of wanting to let her know how he felt about her even as his life drained away.

She pressed herself even tighter against him, returned his love with interest, and not even her violent, involuntary convulsion as the second spear exploded through her spine, her heart, out through her sternum and into his own hammering cardiac muscle could stop them.

Slowly, the two embracing corpses toppled sideways into the water and became the heart of an inky red cloud.

*

“..uckFuckFUCK!!”

Salt in her mouth. Pleasure in her nipple.

Not relevant any longer. Happening to the body, not to Lucy. Still pleasant, though. Still feeding joy into her as the last bonds broke.

“Jake?”
“Yeah?”
“I owe you a victim.”
“She can't STILL be alive?”
“still breathing, look.”

Breathing. One more link to sever, one more piece of the body to discard. She'd forgotten to stop breathing. She let it happen, told her heart to stop beating.

“There she goes. Thanks babe, you were amazing.”
“I changed my mind baby. After seeing that... if you wanna do me, I'm yours.”
“You sure?”
“Look at her. She's smiling.”

Lucy's last wish was that she could communicate the joy of her apotheosis. But it was too late, for that. Ben and Molly were waiting...