Part VI: Carrie Cums Full Circle

The next morning, Lauren woke Carrie with a kiss on the lips. Once she had Carrie's attention, she spread those lips and plunged her tongue into the wet hole. Carrie started her final day with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm as her friend gave to her fully and refused to accept anything in return.

"It's all about you, Carrie," Lauren said sweetly. "Today is your big day."

The girls took their time getting ready for the office. Since the party was expected to run well into the night, the office wasn't even going to open until 11. Lauren got dressed more for the party than the office, slipping into a simple, yet sexy, blue dress that complimented her curves to perfection. She spent a long time on her hair and makeup.

Carrie saw no point in dressing at all. Everyone would certainly want to strip her as soon as she came through the door, so she decided, less was more. She only put her golden hair up in a ponytail, cleaned and exfoliated her face, but didn't apply makeup. As of today she wasn't even a slave anymore - she was just a sow going to slaughter. It seemed appropriate that she appear 'au naturel'.

When Lauren had fully prepared herself, Carrie slipped on her heavy overcoat that went to her knees and the pair of high boots that she'd left her own home in two days ago. These were now her only protection against the cold winter air as the girls left for the office.

Lauren pulled into the parking garage and the pair walked to the building housing the law firm. On the street in front of the building, they passed a van for a catering company with writing proclaiming that they 'specialized in spit roast meats'.

"They're here early enough," Lauren commented dryly.

"Well, it takes a while to roast a woman's carcass," Carrie said matter-of-factly. "They started cooking my mother's body about noon and I ended up tied to that chair over five hours."

They entered building's lobby to find members of the catering service fussing over a couple of very large cases, several smaller ones, one in particular that caught Carrie's attention which was about a foot wide, only a few inches high, but ten feet long. Carrie knew it housed a selection of steel poles, one of which would very soon be passed through her recently decapitated body.

Lauren took her hand and they walked hand-in-hand to the elevator. As they ascended, Carrie slipped off her coat and handed it to her friend.

"What are you doing?" Lauren asked.

"Today I go from slave to meat girl," she said as she pulled something from the coat's pocket. "I should look the part." She clipped a leash to her collar and held out the other end to Lauren. "Lead the way, mistress." The doors slid open and Lauren walked out of the elevator with Carrie two steps behind, naked but for her knee high boots.

Lauren pulled the leash as the pair proceeded down the corridor to the office. Their arrival was met with great enthusiasm. There were instantly calls of "Let's get cooking", "I want one more turn in that tight cunt", " Let's spit roast her, then we can cook her". Hands grabbed at her bare flesh, squeezing and grope as Carrie passed. But Lauren led her through the throng and straight to her office.

Lauren closed the door, shutting the visibly disappointed coworkers out of her office.

"I really appreciate the sentiment, but you can't protect me from them for long. My holes are all theirs until they're occupied by a steel pole and a meat stabilizer," Carrie reminded her friend.

"I wasn't protecting you," Lauren said as she sat down. "I just changed my mind and decided I wanted you to please my hole before I turn you over to the crowd." Her slid up her dress, pulled off her panties, and spread her legs.

Carrie smiled. "Yes, mistress." She dropped to her knees and began to give her brand new lover the best part of their final moments alone together. Carrie could tell that the act of leading her through the office as a slave had turned Lauren on. As Carrie probed the girl's slit with her tongue, Lauren seized her head and pressed her face firmly into her snatch. Carrie could see that a drastic change had occurred in her friend in a very brief time. Last night, Carrie had to work hard to seduce Lauren, twelve hours later, the young woman was taking control of her, making it clear that their final sexual encounter would be on her terms.

Lauren's voice pitched up as she built to a climax. Her body stiffened and Carrie could taste her fluid. But a single orgasm would not satisfy Lauren, so she wrapped her legs around her slave's shoulders. Lauren held her body securely with both heels pressing into her back and both hands pulling her hair to ensure that Carrie couldn't back off until she decided she was done.

As she was forced face first into the wet snatch, Carrie couldn't help but marvel at how quickly and how completely Lauren had taken on the role of mistress. Carrie suspected that there had been a dormant dominatrix inside her sweet friend all along, she just had to give herself permission to be the slut whose temptation she'd resisted so long.

There was a light rapping on the door. "You can have her when I've finished!" Lauren practically snarled impatiently at the interruption. "Or finished a few times," she whispered to herself.

The door opened partway and the managing partner stuck his head in. "I'm sorry to intrude, Lauren. You don't need to stop on my account." To Carrie's surprise, Lauren seemed completely unfazed by having her boss witness her receiving oral sex… or maybe she was just too caught up in her second orgasm to care. "I just wanted to make sure you sent Carrie straight to me once you're done with her."

The only response Lauren was capable of at that moment was to nod. Carrie was working her clit with such vigor that she was hardly aware of anything that happened beyond the point where tongue met twat. She stiffened then shuddered almost violently as her body was gripped by the most powerful orgasm she'd ever known.

"It's good to see you finally getting into the spirit of things around here, Lauren," the manager said as he closed the door.

From the way Lauren was starting to whine, Carrie could tell that her clit was already beginning to overload. Carrie knew the sensation of reaching the point where being stimulated became too much and began to slow her tongue.

"Don't you dare stop, slut," Lauren nearly shouted at her.

Carrie knew that feeling too… being at the point where having her clit rubbed was becoming unbearable, she couldn't stop herself from going for one more climax. Lauren whimper, whined, and squirmed as she pursued just one more orgasm while she fought the impulse to push Carrie away. Finally, she squeezed Carrie painfully tight, practically went into convulsions and let out an almost ear piercing shriek.

Lauren nearly collapsed, releasing Carrie. After a moment to catch her breath, she looked down at the young woman on her knees before her, a broad smile on her wet face. "Well done, Carrie. Well done." Lauren leaned down and kissed her friend. "You might as well go let the boss chop off your head now, because nothing you do now could possibly top that."

"Yes, mistress," Carrie responded obediently. She stood and licked her lips. "Will you be trying some of my meat?"

"Hell yes," Lauren grinned. "And you've only yourself to blame. You convinced me to try a taste, and I what more."

"I hope I'm as tasty for you are you've been for me." Carrie left her friend in her office basting in the pleasant afterglow. She headed to the managing partner's office, but spotted him having a word with the caterers as they set up their equipment in the conference room. "You wanted me to come straight to you after Lauren was done with me?"

"Ah yes. Just go and wait in my office I'll be there in just a moment."

Carrie continued to his office. She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but she figured it best to start with the usual for now. Maybe today, he would decide to make full use of her. Lauren had finally given in to her urges, perhaps her boss had plans of shoving more than one large shaft into her today. Or maybe he was just going to behead her privately. She sat in his chair and opened the bottom drawer of his desk. She pulled out her mother's preserved head.

"Well, mom, I guess this is it. The big day," she said as she held Cassandra's still pretty dead head before her face. She kissed her mother. "I think I'll be joining you soon. I still can't believe you got me into this."

"Looking for a little heart-to-heart?" the managing partner asked from the doorway.

Carrie looked up, a little embarrassed by the silliness of talking to what was now nothing more than a sex toy… but then was she anything more herself? "I don't know. I guess I'm just nervous. Pretending to talk to her to settle my nerves."

"Well, I don't know if it will settle your nerves, but she has something to say to you," he said cryptically. The manager opened his laptop, started a video file, then turned the screen to face Carrie.

As the video started it showed Carrie's mother on her knees with a cock in her mouth. "Okay, it's recording," came the managing partner's voice from off screen.

Cassandra pulled her boss's erection from her mouth and stroked it while she smiled at the camera. "Hi Carrie. While I'm recording this, you are waiting in your office for your appointment with the senior partners and I'm waiting to hang to death. I know I will have told you that it's a game to see if the client can finish before I'm dead, but truth is the caterer is already booked and one way or another I'll be a corpse by the time they arrive. Of course, my master here doesn't want to lose his favorite cum dumpster, so whether the noose kills me or not…" Cassandra drew the tip of the stiff dick across her throat, before taking it in her mouth again.

Carrie looked at the dead head in her hands. "She really was a horny snuff slut, wasn't she?"

On the screen, Cassie resumed her monologue. "I don't know if you've figured it out yet, but the position you're in now, the one that I've been in for years, was always meant for you."

"What?" Carrie couldn't help but wonder aloud.

"The senior partners had long been interested in bringing somebody into the firm who would be just that - some body, with no other purpose than being used to relieve the tension of a very stressful job. When you came here for a job, they immediately thought of putting you to use. I wanted to give you a chance at a career, so I made a deal with them. I would take on the duties of sex slave and you would have your shot at being a lawyer. But you were brought into this firm with the understanding among the senior partners that if it ever became necessary to discipline you that this would be your punishment. I said you would be a sex slave over my dead body… they decided that was an acceptable condition." Cassandra spit on the cock in her hand and addressed its owner for a moment, "Are you getting close?"

"You've got a minute or two," the off screen voice answered.

Carrie wasn't sure what to think of her mother's story. She could see how her mom could drift towards becoming a snuff slut from years of being a sex slave, but how had she gotten from putting her own life on the line so Carrie could have a career to coercing her daughter into signing her life away?

"I don't know which of us has changed more in the past few years, Carrie. Maybe being the office slave made me more submissive. Maybe you could sense that and it made you act more domineering. It's probably my fault. It's been the two of us for a long time and I know I've let you have things your way most of your life. But when you started treating me like a slave you crossed the line. I am still your mother. So when you fucked up that case so badly, I knew it was the perfect opportunity to make sure you were put in your place, even if it costs me my head."

What?! This was all some twisted revenge scheme because her mother had never been able to set boundaries?

"Oh, you're getting ready to cum now aren't you? Go ahead. Feed me your sperm. Give your obedient slut her last meal." The managing partner had done his best to keep Cassandra centered in the frame as he came. Carrie watched her mother jerk the stiff cock with both hands. Spurts of creamy, white goo filled her open mouth. Cassie showed her mouthful of jizz to the camera, then gulped it all down. "I know you prefer female companionship, but that's something I'm sure you're familiar with by now, Carrie. The salty tang of fresh churned cream. Though not from this monster cock, at least if he's kept his word." She gave the man behind the camera a wry look.

Carrie looked up to the managing partner, but he'd left the room without her noticing.

"You see, Carrie, this cock has wanted to find it's way inside your holes for a long time. I knew that he lusted for you and I wanted to make sure he wouldn't just make up an excuse to get you in trouble just so he could have his way with your supple body. So I made a special condition for him when you were hired. For as long as you live, no matter what your 'job' at the firm was, he couldn't touch you. Of course, to compensate him, my head belongs to him whether it's attached or not. And once you're eventually executed your head becomes his property too. Of course, after today, I can't guarantee he hasn't been stuffing your cunt everyday."

Well that explained why the managing partner had never actually used her. Even before the truth of what went on at this office had been revealed to her, Carrie had noticed the boss's interest in her, but he'd always behaved like a perfect gentleman. Carrie had to admit that she was impressed by his continued self restraint following her mother's demise.

"Well, it's almost time for you to find out just what your place at this firm was really supposed to be. I have to admit that I'm very much looking forward to talking you into signing the contract that will make you the legal property of the firm. You're about to finally find out what it's like to be treated like a slave. And just thinking about watching you submit yourself to whatever is demanded of you makes me so hot. I don't care if I only get to see it while I kick at the end of a rope. It'll definitely be worth it." Cassandra looked like she was about to say goodbye, but had one more thought. "Oh, and don't think that your little friend Hilary is going to get off any easier. She's treated me no better lately. I've already spoken to my sister and once you've been terminated, your cute little Hilary will become her slave. And I don't think it will be long before your Aunt Linda decides to have some snuff fun of her own."

Carrie was dumbfounded. She had no idea her mother had resented her domineering attitude so much as to set in motion such a devious plan for her revenge.

"Well it's time for me to say goodbye. After all, I don't want to keep you waiting too long to learn what your punishment will be. I do hope you've learned your true place over the last few months. But I guess if you haven't it's too late no. I'd say Happy New Year… but you won't survive to see it." Cassandra smiled a bit cruelly. "Roast well, Carrie." The video ended.

Carrie had no idea what to think. It still didn't make total sense to her. Why had her mom put her into a position where she would inevitably end up as meat in the first place? Her mother had engineered the downfall of them both years ago. But why?

Carrie looked at the severed head she'd been holding in her lap. "What the hell, mom?" But looking at her mother's face, she noticed that it was wet where it had rested against her.

Carrie suddenly realized just how aroused she was. She couldn't explain why her mother had become so horny for her death, but somewhere along the way, it had started to turn her on as well. She slipped her hand between her legs and began to massage her clit.

As Carrie masturbated, she thought about how her mother had been so eager to be killed. How she'd willing hanged herself without any expectation of survival. How she'd cum again and again in the noose and even as her head was sliced off. How she'd known all along that her body would be spit roasted and her head used for a toy.

And Carrie would soon share her fate. She gasped as she came. Then she had a thought.

"This is all your fault, bitch. It's your fault I'm about to be killed and cooked. But nobody eats me until after you do." Carrie shoved the severed head in her crotch. Cassandra had been preserved with her tongue protruding expressly to provide oral pleasure. Whenever Carrie had used her mother's head to get the managing partner off, she'd lubed the mouth and tongue liberally, but that was certainly not necessary now.

Carrie imagined the shame and humiliation her mother would feel if she could know the position she was in, and that made her even more wet. But this bitch totally deserved it. Because of her, Carrie would soon be just like her - a true sex toy. She had condemned Carrie to spend the rest of time being used as an object to make people cum, so she owned Carrie the chance to use her that way. After all, Cassie was nothing but an object now.

As Carrie ground the dead woman's face into her muff, enjoying the sensation of the protruding tongue against her clit, she closed her eyes and imagined the severed head was alive and aware of what was happening to her. Months ago, Carrie had been made to eat out her mother's freshly decapitated body, trying the entire time to convince herself it was only an object, now she tried to convince herself that the other half of her mother's corpse was something more.

"That's it, eat it, bitch. You know you deserve this. You set me up to lose my head, so your dead head belongs to me until he comes back to behead me." Carrie moaned and grasped as she built to climax. "Make me cum. Oh… Oh, yes… I'm going to cum. Taste it. Taste my juice, you cunt!"

Carrie cried out as she squirted into the wide open mouth between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked down at the dripping face. She hoisted the beautiful head by the soft brunette locks. "Sorry, mom, but it's only fair. I did make you cum once after all." Carrie kissed her mother, savoring the taste of her own pussy. She realized that she had gushed so much it was actually dripping from the neck hole, just as it did after Cassie had performed a posthumous blowjob. So Carrie turned the head upside down and once again slid her tongue in the open hole to slurp out the cum, this time her own.

"Having fun?"

Carrie practically jumped out of the chair. She fumbled her mother's head and dropped it, causing it to roll halfway across the room. "I was just…" Carrie had been caught red handed and could think of nothing to say, a rarity for her.