Name: Lorekeeper @ 2014-01-01 07:38 ID: f33daf

True to my word, June had to wait a long time before her end came.

The rest of December was spent enjoying her thoroughly. She still expected every day to be her last and was unreservedly sexual throughout. She shunned clothing and took every opportunity to fuck me or anyone else I ordered her to. Several times, I had her while we watched the ultra-slow motion footage of her family's death by exploding dildo.

Then the First of January came round, and it was time for the first M-girl snuff of the year. She spent the whole day quivering like a violin string, expecting to be chosen for a double-snuff that night.

The “lucky” girl that night was Eva, who was auctioned for ninety-three million to one of my favourite clients, a leading world expert in anaesthesia and pharmacology who regularly made use of willing M-net victims and Moros snuff events in unofficial (and unpublishable) clinical trials. With a shot of his latest creation to the back of her neck, Eva apparently felt no pain at all as the client and Bridget took her apart well past the point where shock and trauma would ordinarily have killed her. When she finally expired, she was staring in amazement at her own heart as it stopped beating.

January was a slightly calmer affair as June got used to the idea that I was serious about waiting for an opportunity to make her death genuinely special. Interestingly, we became more intimate. Our sex stopped being quite so frequent, vigorous and carnal and became more... intimate. I began to think of it as lovemaking rather than fucking. We'd spent the previous month trying pretty much everything, and I still fondly recall a fivesome with June, Bridget, Annie and a male client. Now, it was an exploration of just how good it could be to devote yourself to one person for a time.

On February the first, Mercedes “won” the lottery. She sold for a hundred and seventeen million and her purchaser decided to hang her from The Frame and bisect her lengthways with a chainsaw. I always enjoy it when somebody does that, because the result is inevitably spectacular, sending a fountain of blood and torn meat all over the club. Watching it got me so hard that my dick felt abnormally heavy, almost painful – as if I might snap it off if I exerted myself too hard. This didn't stop me from fucking June's tight anus for the first time while a young man – one of four new members of Club Moros present on the island for their first snuff night – took her from below. I love the sensation of another big, stiff prick rubbing against mine, especially through the narrow wall of flesh separating anus and pussy.

My relationship with June changed again after that. Now she became unstable: some days she would demand a fitting death and berate me for not keeping my promises. Other days she begged me on her hands and knees, offering (and doing) anything to sweeten the deal. Once or twice, she actually broke down in floods of tears, suddenly terrified of the very thing she had gifted herself to me to receive. We didn't have sex in the same way twice that month, instead exploring all the emotional possibilities of consenting sex, from genuine passionate lovemaking, through impersonal sex, to violent and bitter fucking that amounted almost to her raping me. We explored the tumultuous gamut of human passion and I luxuriated in every moment of it, even when she hated me. Especially when she hated me while I had my cock inside of her.

March came around and it was the turn of one of our two Jessicas – Jessica D - to die. I took delight in stretching the announcement out to the point of twanging tension before finally announcing which one it was, causing both to let out a gasp of held breath simultaneously. What surprised everyone (and delighted me) was that Jessica's purchaser, who paid eighty-seven million to win the auction, requested that June do the work of snuffing her.

As we watched, Annie told me that June had always been a Victim and never a Client. Although her father Dan and Annie herself had both “entertained” several Victims at their estate over the years, June was the only member of their family who had never actually ended another person's life, even if she had been willing to enjoy the show and the meat.

Her first ever snuff was a masterwork. June set to work with a cold determination, and soon had poor Jessica writhing and wailing in agony as decorative swirl-shaped strips of skin were flayed off, leaving behind a tribal tattoo in bloody flesh. She force-fed Jessica cuts of her own meat, both cooked and raw. She prepared the writhing M-girl for cooking by stuffing Jessica's generous D-cup boobs with cream cheese, painfully expanding them up to a taut F-cup. She cooked her victim's pussy while it was still attached and presented it to Jessica's purchaser, who ate it with gusto as its former owner looked on, smiling through the pain at her devourer's obvious satisfaction with his meal. Over the course of an hour, June took bits off of Jessica, skilfully tying off blood vessels and ensuring that, as catastrophic as the pain she must have been feeling was, the M-girl remained alive and conscious throughout. Finally, only a ravaged and bleeding torso and head remained, and June finally ended Jessica's torment by wrapping those deceptively slender fingers around Jessica's throat.

I did not allow her to shower. Instead I licked every inch of her clean personally.

In March, our relationship entered a phase of mature familiarity. We had tried all sorts of variations on physical and emotional content in our lovemaking, and we returned to a few of our favourites. She and Bridget tied me blindfolded to the wall and teased me with their lips, tongues, hands, cunts, feet and pretty much whatever else they could think of before shoving a vibrator up my ass and retiring to the bed to screw each other senseless while I could only hang there and listen. She brought some of the mercenaries back to my room and fingered herself as she watched me indulge my neglected homosexual side. One time, I tied June to the wall and turned her into a helpless spectator, unable to even pleasure herself as I fucked her sister Annie up against her.

April came, and Marie became our snuff girl for the night. She rode the same pole that Fujiko had died on at Christmas, but impressed everyone by staying calm all the way. Unlike the expressions of terror that had been on the faces of the two women who died on the spikes in December, Marie's final expression was one of orgasmic pain. That evening, June and I watched the footage of Dan, Sue and Bill self-snuffing in the blast box again. Our whole month was defined by watching footage of people dying, from the extensive library of M-girl auction events, and special events like private snuff parties on the island, to the death of Xiao Guan-Yin and private footage shared with me via the M-network. June's complacent acceptance of her situation evaporated under the steady stream of snuff pornography, and by the end of the month she was once again speaking longingly of the day when I would keep my promise and turn her into soup.

May the first arrived, and when I drew the night's name, I knew that June's long wait had come to an end.

“Tonight's snuff-girl will be.... Bridget.”

There were cheers and wolf-whistles, but from where I was standing, I clearly heard Bridget say “It's about damn time...”

The crowd were already hurling bids at me, but I was having none of it. I held up a hand and over the course of a few seconds the hubbub died off until everyone was listening to me.

“I'm going to invoke Clause Seven.” I said.

There were frustrated groans and several curses, but no real objections. Clause Seven was the one exception to the rule that says I'm not normally allowed to bid on M-girls. After all, I'd be paying myself, which is hardly fair. Clause Seven allows me, once per year, to automatically win an M-girl auction in exchange for every club member present getting two months of free club membership. I hardly ever invoke it. This was only the second time, in fact.

Bridget was busily bidding farewell to the other girls. No girly hugs for her – she graced each of them with a lingering, sensual kiss and a whisper in the ear. It took a while, but eventually she was ready and stood square in front of me, hands on her hips and an expression that said “...well?”

“June?” I called

My Christmas present hurried to my side.

“Master?”

“It's time. Say goodbye to your sister.”

Outwardly, June gave no response at all, but Bridget and I shared an amused glance when she muttered a relieved “Oh, it's about fucking time!” as she turned away from us and skipped over to Annie, who dragged her little sister into a big bear hug.

Bridget watched as the siblings went from an embrace to kissing to a tender farewell fuck, smiling faintly.
“Suck me off.” I ordered, and without an instant's hesitation she was down on her knees. She took my full, firm length in one go and I felt my cock-head slip past the back of her throat, and her tongue flicker out to lick at my balls while she deep-throated me.

Around us were the familiar rhythms of people settling in to the slow part before an orgy REALLY gets underway. Most of the M-girls had found paying clients to attend to, and the few who hadn't were shaking their asses.

Eventually, the sisters were done. I let them lie there in each others' arms for a while and eventually they shared a last, tender kiss and an “I love you” and that was it. June was on her feet and returning to my side.

“Stop” I ordered Bridget, and she obeyed instantly. Both girls had an expectant look, as if they were more interested in what I would order them to do than in the fact that the order would lead inevitably to their deaths.

“Bridget. Come here.”

She walked over.

“Tear out your own eyes and eat them.” I ordered her. It was kind of her thing, and I felt it only fair that she do it to herself at her own snuff.

Not only did she obey, she practically hurried to do it, gasping in sudden aroused fear and lust. These quickly gave way to short little screams as she dug her long, strong, sharp fingernails in around the sides and back of her eyes. Her breath came in shuddering, pained gasps as she braced for a second, and then she issued a guttural cry of agony as she wrenched those two unsettlingly baby-blue orbs clean out of her face with a gruesome wet noise and a lot of blood, blinding herself.

June rushed forward to support her as Bridget swayed on her feet, jerking and twitching from the shock and pain of what she'd just done, breathing heavily.

“Ahh.... h-holy shit... fuck... I never imagined... it was that intense... fuck...”

Again, she didn't hesitate. Into her mouth went the first eye, to be swallowed whole. I could see the lump it made in her throat, and almost feel the muscles working hard to push it down. The second, as was her habit, she crushed with her teeth before swallowing.

“Well done, slave. As a reward, you can eat June's too.”

June didn't even need prompting. Almost lovingly she took Bridget's hands and guided them to her face. Seconds later, a “Nnnnngh!” noise was forcing its way past her gritted teeth as Bridget's strong fingers violated her face. One of the bloody morsels was in Bridget's mouth even before the other had left the socket, and the other followed immediately. June sagged and collapsed against her partner, who wrapped an arm around her.

They were both beautiful, I realised. Their faces were masks pinched tight against the throbbing pain of their terrible wounds, coated in a mix of blood and tears. Despite being blind, they seemed to know exactly where the other one was as they leaned toward each other and their lips met. I could smell their excitement already.

“Girl soup tonight, folks!” I announced as I took their hands and led them to the stage. I gave instructions about what I wanted to the stage attendants and they rushed to grab what I'd requested from the storage room.

It was quite an extensive list. Girl Soup isn't as easy as just chucking a woman live and whole into a pot of boiling water, though we do do that... to kill them. Like boiling a lobster. So, the big glass boiling pot was wheeled out and positioned over the charcoal cooking pit, filled with a hose and the fire lit. That much water would take a long time to come to the boil, so I had the attendants working on the pot start preparing the other ingredients. A handful of stock cubes, plus an assortment of vegetables – potato, onion, carrot, the usual. I always prefer a thick stew sort of soup, so there would be lentils too, later, but for now those were left out to keep the mixture clear so everyone would be able to see inside when the time came.

The first step was a booster shot of steroids, to help counter the system shock of what I was about to do and keep my two precious girls alive and conscious right up until their boiling bath.

Strong twine was brought out, and I had the girls stand pressed right up against one another, so that every inch of their limbs and torsos were in contact. They laced their fingers together like intimate lovers, and the slightly shorter June stood with her feet between Bridget's, ankles touching. I didn't order them to make out, but they did so anyway. I took the twine and spent several long minutes wrapping it around and around them, tying them to each other so that they'd never separate again while living.

Their breasts looked delicious pressed together in between them, and I regretted slightly not slicing them off and grilling them there and then as hors'd'oeuvres. There's no sound quite like that made by a woman having her titties removed.

Instead, I laid them down on the floor of the stage. The wood of the stage is thick and sturdy, designed to double as a chopping block or cutting board. Unable to see, and wrapped up totally in their death-partner, the girls never knew about the cleaver I accepted from one of the attendants until I brought it crashing down and removed two feet simultaneously at the ankle.

The attendant on standby rushed forward with a glowing hot steel plate and pressed it to the stumps, cauterising them. June and Bridget both barely bit back on their screams, and were still gasping from the pain as I cruelly gave them no time to recover before taking the other feet off.

The feet were taken away to be washed and prepared for the pot. I considered taking their hands off as well, but decided that they looked so cute with their fingers laced together, giving each other comfort and strength, that they'd be better left attached for now.

My cock brushed against rope and skin as I worked, and I realised that I was almost painfully hard, and hyper sensitive. There was also the matter of seasoning to attend do.

“My dear people!” I announced “I need four volunteers to come up here and help me season the meat!”

Naturally, a lot more than four volunteered, so I picked the ones whose pricks looked about as hard and ready to blow as mine was. They climbed to the stage looking delighted at getting to fuck the meat one last time, and I invited them to enjoy both girls' pussies and assholes while I slipped my own meat in between June and Bridget's faces and accepted a double-blowjob from them.

The logistics of four men squeezing in to fuck four such closely-placed holes resulted in quite an intimate orgy at the far end. All four hard cocks might as well have been rubbing against each other. That's not a situation likely to phase a Club Moros man, though. Indeed, two of them started making out while they fucked June and Bridget senseless, and a third was staring at me in adulation, as if imagining that it was his lips that were coating my throbbing organ in a slick film of saliva and my own precum.

I didn't last long. I barely had time to know I was coming before my orgasm hit me, and I plunged my head into June's mouth while Bridget sucked and licked greedily on my twitching balls.

I allowed the other men to finish too, which they all did in due time. One by one they filled my girls with their semen and withdrew back into the marathon mass of debauchery that was happening on the club floor. Not a single person was going without, and I could clearly see that all of the remaining twenty-nine M-girls were busy with a cock or two inside them, or their tongue exploring another woman.

The pot, I noticed, was coming to the boil.

“Get me the Jaws,” I ordered, and smiled as Bridget and June both gasped. The Jaws are a set of modified “Jaws of Life”, as used by firefighters the world over to cut cars apart and free the victims. Ironically, they're one of the crueller tools in our arsenal, perfect for snipping a girl's limbs off but neither quick nor humane.

The modification is to their blades. Normally, a snuff-slave would die very quickly from blood loss after having a limb removed in such a crude fashion, so the blades are heated to the temperature of a frying pan or griddle. Not enough to glow, but more than hot enough to sear the flesh they pass through and cauterise it. And of course, the added sensation of burning flesh makes them that much more wicked to use on a person.

The hydraulic pump in the Jaws makes a distinctive noise, and the girls heard it when I took it off the assistant and turned it on. Both being masochists, they were already pretty high off the amputation of their feet and their mutual blindness, and the sound that heralded something bigger getting taken off them made them both pay attention.

“What do you think, girls?” I asked them. “Where should I start?” I touched the hot tip of the jaws to June's buttocks, where it hissed and made her yelp.

“Oooh, do our tits, master.” Bridget begged “I've wanted to feel what that's like for years.”

In the face of such an earnest request, I could hardly refuse. I took a knife and cut away some of the bindings around their bodies, but left their arms and legs tied. Now with free access to those lovely tits, I grabbed one of Bridget's pierced nipples and pulled, until her breast was stood well proud of her chest. I guided June's head forward and down until she was able to take the piercing between her teeth and hold it for me. She did so eagerly, sucking on Bridget's steel-hard nipple as she held it ready to be taken off.

With the Jaws spread as wide as possible, I manoeuvred them into position until Bridget's taut boob was right in the trap. Bridget's breath was ragged in her throat and I could see from the pulse in her neck that her heart must have been hammering like it was trying to jump out of her rib cage.

When they closed, the Jaws first settled against the soft flesh without piercing, but with the distinctive hiss of cooking meat. Bridget threw her head back, her empty eye sockets screwed closed and an expression of incredible pain on her face, but she didn't issue a sound. As they closed further, the tit compressed, and then split open under the enormous crushing pressure. It took only a few seconds for the Jaws to close completely, and Bridget's tit was suddenly swinging by the nipple piercing from June's mouth.

Bridget finally made a noise: she gasped, her whole body trembling like a leaf.

“Oh holy fuck, that was amazing. Do the other one.” she demanded.

How could I refuse? I dialled the tool right down to its slowest setting and repeated her debreasting on the other side. By the end, smoke and steam were curling up from the roughly circular burn scars where her breasts had been, and the air smelled of cooked human flesh. I whispered instructions to one of the assistants and he took the two quivering tits away to slice and grill them.

To my astonishment, Bridget actually came, stimulated to orgasm by the pain alone. I'd heard of it happening, but never witnessed it myself before.

June's own mammaries were far too small to use the Jaws on, but I was determined that whatever I did to Bridget, she'd experience too. Besides, as fascinatingly brutal as the Jaws are to use, they aren't a patch on feeling the twitch and jerk of flesh as it parts beneath a sharp blade.

A set of ceramic carving knives and a cutting board were brought to me. Each was better than razor-sharp, and stored in a rack that kept them heated to the same cooking temperature as the Jaws. I pulled June's right boob taut and pinched it to the wood of the board firmly, causing her to gasp in discomfort. With my other hand, I whipped one of the blades from the rack and set to work before it could cool.

Being incredibly sharp, the knife made short work of her flesh, and June's right tit was sliced off in a single stroke, which produced a shriek from her. It was a shriek of pain, yes, but in beautiful contrast to Bridget's silent enjoyment it was also a wild, carnal cry. June was getting off on her mutilation just as much as her co-snuffee was and sure enough, when I took the second tit off with a much slower and more deliberate stroke, June's whole body twitched in a way that wasn't entirely a pain response.

“Oh... wow.” she mumbled when the power of speech returned to her.

“Intense!” Bridget agreed readily. Her eyes were long gone of course, but I could picture the way they'd be shining with excitement right now if she'd still had them.

“You want more, slaves?” I asked, my voice full of loving benevolence as I tied their bodies back together.

“Master, yes!” that was June, her voice raising half an octave in girlish excitement.

“Then you'll have more. And worse!” I scooped up the Jaws again and nodded at my assistants.

Four sets of Jaws were brought to life with a hum of hydraulic pumps, and the girls had just enough time to realise what was going on before their arms and legs had all been caught in a set of Jaws.

Set on the slowest speed, the Jaws took almost a full minute to completely sever their arms, and forty seconds more to do the legs. I had chosen to do one set of arms – June's right and Bridget's left. Both girls spent the whole process incoherent. Unable to move properly, unable to follow the overwhelming instinct to struggle and try and escape the source of their pain they thrashed and strained at their bondage. Bridget stared empty-eyed at the ceiling and gave voice to a keening wail of pure torment.

For the first time, her face betrayed fearful horror at what was happening to her. June instead turned her face into the older girl's neck, gritting her teeth and voicing her pain only as an “Nnnnngh!”. Tears ran from the bloody ruin of her eyes, leaving a pink track across her cheeks, and I could see the muscles in her shoulders moving as she tried to wrap the same arms that were being torn from her body around Bridget for comfort.

Eventually the last pair of legs fell away, leaving two denuded torsos bound intimately together. I let them both recover, and they spent a minute or two gasping and crying as the seared nerve endings around their terrible injuries shut down for good, lessening the pain.

I hadn't been sure if they would both survive the simultaneous quadruple amputation, but was pleased to discover that they had. Even as I watched, the tension left what few remained of June's visible muscles, and she lifted her head from the hollow of Bridget's neck. Blindly, she sought out a kiss and was rewarded when Bridget's tongue slipped wetly past her lips.

“Fuck, I wish I could finger myself right now” June whispered when their lips parted.

“I know.” Bridget replied “That was... unbelievable.”

I didn't need any further invitation... or any invitation at all really. My cock was as hard as a hammer-handle again, and without any further ado I rolled the girls over so that Bridget was on top, and shoved myself into her soaking cunt, which was slick with her own flowing juice and the cum of the last man to fuck her.

June seemed a little disappointed when I grabbed a handful of Bridget's hair and pulled on it, yanking the brunette's head back out of reach of June's questing lips. I compensated her by transferring my dick into her pussy and started fingering Bridget instead.

June giggled. It was a girlish, carefree noise that didn't match the ruined condition of her once-flawless body at all.

“We're putting on a hell of a show, aren't we?”

“We are... mmm...” Bridget agreed. “Too bad... mm.... too bad we'll never get to watch the replay.”

“It, ah! Oooh, it wouldn't be the same, would it?”

I laughed at that, and slapped Bridget's ass, hard.

“You sound like you're actually enjoying it.” I teased. My cock glistened with a mixture of male and female love juices as I pulled it out of June and pushed it back into Bridget's pussy again.

“Master, you've got to take Miss Janet up on that offer someday.” Bridget purred happily. “This is so intense.”

June just moaned an affirmative as I teased her pussy and asshole both with my right hand.

“Fuuuuck.... Seriously. Being a Victim is way better than being a Client.”

I smiled. “You really want to die, don't you?”

“Fuck yes.” June moaned.

“How much?”

“Uuuuhmmm... You have no idea.”

“How much?”

Bridget actually laughed. “So much, I wish you'd stop fucking me so we can get to the good part.”

I glanced at the pot. It was simmering away beautifully now. Any girl – or what was left of one, at least – that went in there would die pretty quickly, but I couldn't begin to imagine how much it would hurt. I'd seen girls boil before. Heck, I'd seen Bridget lower two or three M-girls into the soup herself. Every last one of them had gone out wearing expressions of pain and terror to match Fujiko's ordeal on the spike at Christmas. And they were all but begging for it.

Then again, Bridget and June both had already endured some incredibly sadistic acts with every sign of enjoyment.

I smiled maliciously

“The best things...” I reminded them teasingly.

I'm quite proud to say that I lasted for another thirty minutes, and brought both girls to climax multiple times. Finally, though, I simply couldn't hold out any longer, and graced them equally – darling, beautiful young June who I'd waited for since her twelfth birthday and Bridget, easily the most beloved of my M-girls - with the last ejaculation either of them would feel, which I shot onto their outstretched tongues.

They were still swapping my seed in a messy kiss when I snapped the Collars on. These devices are thick rolls of soft, padded leather that allow us to hang a person by the neck without cutting off their air completely. Perfect for, say, winching two limbless women into the air and positioning them over a pot of seething hot water on the boil. They serve a doubly useful role in keeping the head above water, preserving it against the boiling heat.

Sensing the wash of heat and steam from below, the two entered a frenzy of delighted lovemaking, wrapping their lips around each other jubilantly as they ground against each other. I'm not sure they even heard me bid them a very fond goodbye before I pushed the button and they plunged into the vat of roiling hot soup.

They did die quickly, and their last expressions showed that they suffered the absolute limit of what a mortal can be made to endure. But there was no fear. When I pulled them out a few minutes later and removed their heads to have them mounted on my wall, I observed that beneath the pain, both girls were smiling.

After they had been appropriately cleaned out, the girls' carcasses and limbs went back into the pot until their meat had completely disintegrated off the bones. With some seasoning and my pick of the ingredients, the resulting soup was delicious. It's easy to overpower the delicate taste of human meat if you're not careful, but this time it came out perfect. I even fancied when I chewed on soft meaty lump from my bowl later, that I could distinguish which girl it had come from.

It was the perfect end to their lives, and I further commemorated them by having their finger bones made into a necklace. But their real enduring legacy – the thing for which I now have the most cause to thank them – is that they persuaded me to take the plunge and give myself to Janet.

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And that's all I have