Sorry it's just not "flowing" for me at the moment - I can feel a break is due soon but fear not, I'm not going away! Anyway, here is today's update. Hopefully the next will be the last :-)

Pt 5

It came as no surprise to either man that the girls were not asleep when they went upstairs to collect them. The unmistakable sound of little-girl giggling could be heard from half way up the stairs!

“I hear there’s two tasty little piglets in here!” Keith announced loudly, pushing open the door. “Seems a funny place to keep them if you ask me, Sam,” he tried not to laugh, “but it’s your bedroom! I hope they haven’t made too much mess!”

“Good point!” Sam laughed, in an equally loud voice so the girls would be sure to hear. “Normally I keep my pigs in the pig-sty out back. Perhaps that’s what we should have done with these two? Let them roll around in the mud all night?”

“Ah but you don’t have as much fun with the normal pigs!” Becca grinned at him, kneeling on the bed with Sophie beside her. “At least I hope you don’t! That would be weird!”

“No,” chucked Sam, picking her up and sitting her on his hip as he often did on outings when she grew tired, “I can honestly say this is the first time any of my pigs have had their wicked way with me before slaughter!” His young daughter giggled enchantingly. It was natural to have misgivings over what they were about to do, he told himself, but the girls did not seem in the least bit upset about their imminent butchering – in fact, it seemed as if they were looking forward to it!

Both men carried their daughters down the stairs and set them down to say their final goodbyes to their mums, both of whom had declined to watch the process, although Melissa had said she would like to out of a mixture of respect for the little ones and a certain morbid curiosity. While the mothers were a little tearful, the piglets treated the farewell hugs and kisses as lightly as if they were just heading off to school or to the park to play.

Once they had said all they felt they wanted to say, the mothers went into the living room so they would not be tempted to watch their little girls being led up to the barn and to their deaths. With Sam’s permission, however, Melissa followed the four of them out onto the grass.

“Right!” Sam grinned, hoping to make what had to be done as much fun for the girls as he could. “First thing we always do before we butcher a pig is hose it down. Now, I know you girls have been in the shower and haven’t been rolling in mud but we want to do everything properly, don’t we? The giggling little girls agreed and stood with their backs to the others, feet slightly apart for comfort, bracing themselves for the water.

“Oh please let me do this!” Melissa begged, seeing it as a last chance to have some fun and tease not only her little sister but the family friend she considered a sister also.

“What do you think, piglets?” Keith laughed, “Do you trust her?”

“No!” Sophie giggled, “But let her do it anyway!” Both men laughed, agreeing that this was a very fair answer and Keith un-spooled the hose, handing the gun-like end to the laughing teen, reminding her that the most important task was to get them clean and showing her how the intensity of the stream varied according to how tightly she squeezed the trigger.

At first, Melissa acted quite sensibly, spraying the girl with the approximate intensity of a shower, asking them to raise their arms above their heads and turn around as she did so. Feeling impish, however, she pulled the trigger tighter, sending a hard jet of water into Becca’s raw little pussy. The little girl yelped and leapt back but did not cease giggling as both turned their backs on Melissa, leant forward and wiggled their cute, round asses at her, daring her to do her worst. A dare she was more than happy to accept! Soon both little girls were shrieking and giggling fit to burst as jets of icy-cold water were sent shooting between their lower cheeks and lips!

“Okay, okay!” Sam chuckled, taking the hose from his eldest and soon to be only daughter. “We need to get on with this else we’ll still be playing out here when the meat truck arrives!” With the piglets still giggling and now dripping wet, the party made their way up the slight hill to the barn, the side-door of which opened onto the driveway for easy pickup of butchered meat. As they were led inside, the two little meat-girls whispered urgently to each other.

“What are you two plotting?” Keith asked with a chuckle, shutting the door once the five of them
were inside. “If you were going to try running away I’d say you’ve left it a bit late!”

“No, silly!” Sophie giggled. “We’ve got a dare for you two. If you’re not too chicken that is?”

“Oh?” Sam and Keith both crossed their arms and looked at the little girls expectantly while Melissa grinned, eager to see what the cheeky little piglets had come up with as a final prank.

“Well who’s going to be chopping off our heads?” Becca asked, matter-of-factly, a simple request for information.

“We hadn’t really discussed it…” Sam glanced at his friend. Beheading little Anna had been one of the hardest things he had ever done, even if part of him felt he owed it to her. Perhaps it would be easier on everyone if he and Keith traded as they had at the begging in bed, each decapitating the other’s daughter in the same way they had been deflowered? “What about if Uncle Keith cuts your off and I’ll chop Sophie’s?” A glance at Keith assured him that his friend had been having similar thoughts. “Would you be okay with that?”

“Sure!” Becca grinned. “Works out perfects for our dare, in fact!”

“Go on?” Keith asked a little warily.

“Well…” Becca blushed a little and bit her lower lip. “We wanted to have a bit more fun and were going to ask you to do sex with us while our heads are cut off but we tried putting our fingers each others’ pussies while you were having breakfast and they’re really sore so that would hurt and not be fun!”

“Oh, sorry about that!” Sam looked a little embarrassed but also somewhat relieved. As fun as the night of passion with the two little nymphos had been, he was not sure his dick could take much more! “So what’s the dare?”

“We want you to stick your things in our mouths while our heads are being cut off!” Sophie supplied the answer, just as excited and amused by the idea as her best friend. “As deep as you can!”

“That sounds dangerous!” Keith made a face. “Not sure I’d want my dick that close the the business end of an axe!”

“That’s why it’s a dare to see if you’re chicken!” Becca giggled before folding her arms defiantly. “Hey! If we’re getting our heads cut off, the least you can do is risk the end of your thing!”

“Well okay…” Sam agreed, a little nervously. He turned to Keith. “I’m trusting you to have a blood good aim!”

“I’ll do my best but no promises!” Keith laughed. All three girls by this time were in fits of giggles at how nervous and uncomfortable the men seemed to be. “Okay, so who’s going first?”

“Me! Me!” Sophie bounced up and down excitedly.

“Okay! Guess I’m on axe duty!” Sam retrieved the heavy axe from its hook on the wall and indicated that Sophie should approach the block. “You might want to stand back!” He advised Melissa. “Unless you’d rather take your clothes off?” Keith was already undressing. Since he would be receiving a blow-job from his little daughter as she died, there seemed no point in keeping on any clothes. Sam began unbuttoning his shit, eager not to have a second ruined in as many days and realising his friend had the best idea.

“No way!” Melissa crossed her arms defensively across her developing chest and backed into the corner of the barn. Well, she hoped, out of splatter-range. Both men were now naked and, despite their exertions of the night before, sporting massive erections. Working the farm kept them in good shape and, although one was her dad and the other and “Uncle” so close he may as well be a second father, Melissa could not help liking what she saw and being intrigued.

“So how do we do this?” asked Keith, eyeing the block and the naked little girl stood behind it.

“I’d say you kneel down in front of the block,” Sam suggested, “and Sophie lean across it. That should make her about the right height.” His friend did as he said and Sophie was able to comfortably rest her flat chest on the wood, her round bottom stuck out behind her just begging to be spanked, and take Keith’s member deep into her throat. As she had practised the night before she began to lick and suck as Keith rocked back and forth, sliding in and out of her cute little mouth. The sensations were so intense he honestly could not tell what was pain and what was pleasure.

“Make sure…” he gasped between deep breaths as the feeling became almost too much to bear, “…you cut… close to… her shoulders! Oh Goooood!” He exclaimed as Sam brought the axe down, almost not daring to look but knowing that he must, especially since next it would be Keith’s turn with the axe giving him the chance to take revenge for any mistake he might make. The cut was clean and, as Sophie’s sweet young body reared up, blood spurting from the neck, her dad grabbed her pretty little head and held it tightly in place as he exploded messily into her mouth.