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At the sound of her alarm, Corrina shrieked and arched off her bed, having the loudest, most immodest orgasm of her many short lives.

So far.

She fell back to the bed, lathered in sweat.

How the HELL did he do it?

She wasted all of five minutes lying there, trying to keep her heart from just exploding.

Honestly. Master would probably learn how to do that, soon enough.

Her hands touched her pajamas. She hadn't woken up in them for so very long.

Her ceiling was empty. How he had managed to get the mirror up there… She didn't want to know. Master was… Magic.

It was their fifteenth anniversary today.

Two weeks ago she had begged and pled and gargled around his cock. She had even managed to plead when he took away her tongue and jaw.

He said he'd consider it, then caved her skull in with a baseball bat.

So sweet, Master. He knew she loved the simple ways.

For their tenth, he had dressed her in white while she slept, and fed her such a meal.

3,650 days together. Murdered almost 4,000 times.


You had to have a courtship before you tied the knot, after all.

But no. She saw what had caught his eye. She wanted to do this special. For Master. Make him happy.

Eleven days ago, she had passed his test. She had laid down on the table on the kitchenette, and he quizzed her on every body part, every blood vessel, every bone and nerve and organ as he disassembled her, piece by piece, and fed her to the garbage disposal.

She didn't scream or sob once. Lots of tears, but she didn't waver once.

She didn't remember when she died. Just the questions and the answers as she faded.

And then she awoke, ten days ago, tied spread-eagled on her bed. Her eyes snapped open as the first beep of her alarm clock chirped.

The exact instant as the chainsaw roared to life.

She had an instant to see herself. Immaculate makeup, silky white and red stockings and gloves, hair curled and fluffed, and a nurse's hat on her head.

"YOU PASSED" in rose petals around her head, so she could see it in the mirror.

And then the chainsaw tore into her cunt and he slit her in half to the top of her head.

And she awoke to the chirp of her alarm clock, her reflection in pigtails and a schoolgirl outfit, and 'IMPRESS ME' on her pillows, as a bigger, louder saw roared to life and ate through her a few moments faster.

Eight times, in new lingerie in every color of the rainbow, watching him in the mirror he'd hung on the ceiling as progressively bigger and louder machines slit her from her cumdumpster cunt to the top of her empty skull in a flash.

The diamond-tipped rocksaw barely took a second, a moment ago.

And now… It was like nothing had…

There was a single rose in a vase on her dresser.

There was a folded card. 'I'm watching.'

There was a half-folded razor and a cup of shaving foam, the bubbles just now starting to dissipate.

Her hand suddenly thrust into the soaked crotch of her pajamas.

She couldn't feel even the tiniest snag of stubble.

"… Master is a magician," she moaned.

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Once, she'd tried haggling, scrimping, pawning, trying to scrape together funds.

So much easier to just embezzle every cent her company had. Millions to play with. Hundreds of millions.

The earliest the cops could kick in her door was… Tomorrow.

She knew everywhere to hit, every angle, how much money everyone wanted in bribes.

Oddly, the one who cost the most was the hairdresser, getting those extensions in on time.


Now, here she was, staring in the mirror, squeezing her breast, the needle in her other hand and the bits from the hardware store on the counter.

She knew it was filthy, no matter how hard she had worked to sterilize it. In a week, it'd kill her of sepsis.


In a week.

There was a card on the table. 'I'm impressed. I'm not watching. Surprise me.'

She giggled, and lanced her own breast, just behind the edge of her areola. She ground her teeth at the delicious pain as she slipped the big D-ring into the hole.

She needed a full minute, once its mate was set in her other breast. Just shaking and moaning.

She lost three mopping up the puddle she left on the floor.

She heard her door crack open at exactly noon, and the big speakers rumbled to life.

Music played, and she burst out of the giant cake just as the fireworks lit off.

She glittered in red sequins. The big flare of feathers from her giant bouffant, long sparkling gloves, shimmery stockings, impossible heels, the skirt that swished around her hips and ass but left her shaved cunt on full display.

She danced, she bounced, she spun the big tassels on her fresh, giant nipple rings.

She sang. Knowing every bit of her own throat gave her a glorious singing voice.

In seven minutes they had to scamper out, the apartment was burning to the ground.

She never played with fireworks before.

But the big red caddy was right there. He drove with the top down, she sat up on the trunk, most of the time.

She gave him road head, she rode his stick shift at cruise control.

She thought maybe she was doing something wrong. He never did more than tweak her nipple a little, encouraging her to dance up on the diner's sandwich counter.

It was when they were finally in Vegas, in the tippy-top-est of posh suites, when the penny dropped.

She had bent over, he was balls deep in her ass, and she had swallowed load after load from every bellhop and butler in the joint.

He was lying back, she was riding him cowgirl and twirling her tassels, when Master motioned for her to turn.

She let out a joyful little squeal and bounced, twirling around, impaling her loosened ass on his cock.

Master grunted, moaned, filled her ass again.

That was when the cold muzzles of the sawn-off double-barrel touched the nape of her neck.

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At the sound of her alarm, Corrina woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air.

Master kissed her sweetly, tugged at the tassle in her tit.

The fresh hole seared with pain.

"You lasted a whole five minutes with just your tongue and gurgling gullet, you cumdumpster."

Her black sequins glittered and her feathers rustled as she writhed and moaned.

Fucking MAGICIAN.