When the livestream restarted, there was a wooden T-shaped cross in the center of the dungeon, slowly rotating on the turntable. Gretchen's arms were pulled down and back, her elbows and wrists belted together, and a heavy chain kept her shoulders arched back over the padded edge of the wood. Her legs were spread wide, gone past a simple horizontal splits. She hadn't kicked her legs up in front, but spread sideways, and then a little more, until her ankles were up at the same height as her shoulders. Heavy steel shackles around her slim ankles locked her overextended legs to the top edge of the crossbar.

Mistress Hatchet was sitting on a low stool between Gretchen's legs, stropping her hatchet on a long strip of leather. Satisfied with the keen edge, she swung it briskly, embedding the axe into the wood just below Gretchen's hairy snatch, making her screech in surprise.

"Welcome back, bidders! As you can see, our meat is properly stretched out so I can get it cleaned up for lucky winners. Bid big and you might get to use a hole or two before someone takes it home! As a wife, pet, meal, stuffed trophy on the wall! Who knows, maybe all of the above!"

Gretchen squirmed on the bondage cross, nervously giggling. "Oh, oh Mithtreth, thurely they wouldn't-"

Gretchen YELPED when Mistress Hatchet slapped her cunt sharply, making her moan and giggle a bit. "Four out of five cuts of meat go home dead, Meat. And a LOT of people want a piece of you..." She hummed, working a brush in a little bowl to work up a thick froth of foam.

Gretchen sniffed the air. "Ith that- Why doeth it thmell-" She gasped, then SCREECHED when Hatchet slopped a heavy wad onto her cunt, working the froth deep into half of Gretchen's jungle thatch of orange hair. "OHFUCK! WHY ITH IT MENTHOLATED!?"

Hatchet hummed happily as Gretchen thrashed and squirmed, giving her hatchet a sharp yank to pull it from the dense wood. "To make you clench up good and tight, Meat. Nobody likes a loose hole!"

Gretchen got very still, very quickly, when Mistress Hatchet ran the razor edge of her hatchet along her pale thigh. Her eyes were wide as Mistress' blade traced over her abs, waiting for her belly muscles to stop fluttering, before the sharp edge slowly slid down over Gretchen's milky skin.

There was a soft scrunching sound as hundreds of hairs were sliced off, neat and close to the skin. Mistress had to stop and flick her hatchet again and again, spattering wads of foam thick with orange hair onto the stone floor.

Mistress took a second pass once the bulk of the hair was gone, fingers gently pressing and stretching Gretchen's skin to flatten it, make the fine copper stubble stand up as the blade rode the film of shaving cream, sideways to the center and a bit upwards, leaving Gretchen's skin silky smooth and gleaming white, her vulva plump and puffy, her outer lips pink and plump, her inner folds thick and brown and rippled.

Mistress teased her fingers from Gretchen's anus to her dripping snatch, spreading the soggy brown folds to show the camera as she pushed two fingers deep into the Meat's hole, then dragged them up to circle her cherry-sized clit, throbbing under her touch. "Now, sweetie... Which side makes you feel like a real fuckable slut...?" She asked, stroking the glossy, hairless side of Gretchen's crotch, then caressed her fingers through the tangle of curly hair on the other.

"Ah... Ah... M-Mithtreth... I... Oh... I... I think thaved... Ith thluttietht..." She panted and moaned, her head lolling back loosely.

"Good choice, Meat..." Mistress purred, then stood up and stepped away. Gretchen's truss turned to follow as lights came up off to one side.

Three heavy vertical posts were set up on the side stage. Katie Cooper was trussed up on the center post, wrists shackled up high behind the log, ankles locked to the sides, stretching her out on display. She had her towering pink plastic heels on, with the broad pink ribbons woven up her legs and tied off at her upper thighs with big bows. She had a tiny blue pleated skirt on, cut so short her cunt was on full display, bottle blonde curls showing dark brown roots near the skin. A white short-sleeved blouse was tied off instead of buttoned, open and spread to frame and lift her naked C-cup tits, and big pink bows held her hair divided in twintails.

To her left and right were Vanessa and Vicky, her two raven-haired flunkies. One was nude, in long white vinyl boots and gloves, with a white nurse's cap pinned to her hair, while the other was in a ruffly black and white maid's dress, the skirts open in front to flaunt her cunt, the top low enough to bare her F-cup tits.

Both the Vs were glossy and smooth-shaven, unlike Katie's hairy snatch.

Nobody really knew which was which, between the Vs.

Mistress Hatchet slapped Katie's cheek sharply before pulling the red ball from the slutty schoolgirl's mouth. "You BITCH, when DADDY finds out-"

"Your daddy sent you to me, little fuckmeat..." Hatchet purred back. "All three of you, actually. Thought you needed to learn some manners..." She giggled. "At least your two friends know how to clean themselves. But you... Mmm, we'll need to clean that off quick."

Katie snarled angrily. "Don't you fucking TOUCH me with a knife-!"

There was a hiss, then a loud WUMPF and a roar of flame as Mistress Hatchet sparked up a searing torch, and rapidly flicked and played the flames across Katie's snatch. It was over in less than a second, Katie's curly bottle- blonde cunthairs evaporated away as ash, but she kept screaming and thrashing for ten, twenty seconds, before a hard slap to her cunt made her spasm and clench her mouth shut.

"Pooooor baaaaby, does it huuuuurt? Want me to make it aaaaall go awaaaaay?" Mistress strolled a slow circle around Katie. "I don't think you'd like it if I diiiid..."

Katie whimpered as she tried to turn her head and follow. "Wh- What are you...?"

Mistress Hatchet shrugged. "Well... Sadly for your friend..." Her hatchet whistled up and out of its holster, and slammed hard into the heavy wood post.

"Maids aren't very popular tonight, for some reason..." Mistress murmured, catching Vicky's head as it fell from her severed neck.

Or Vanessa's. One of them.

Katie and the other V screamed in horror and thrashed, while Mistress reached down to fully unzip her leather panties and held the dying head's mouth to her cunt. "OH! Oh, fuck, she has an EAGER little tongue... Yessss, oh GOOD little... Oh."

Mistress sighed, and dropped the head to the floor, her glassy eyes rolled off in wall-eyed angles. "So disappointing..." She murmured, yanking her hatchet from the wood, leaving the headless maid to thrash and squirm and fountain twin streams of blood toward the ceiling. "But Maid barely had a thousand dollars bid, while Nurse and Schoolgirl are..." She purred, gently dragging the bloody blade across Katie's throat.

"Neck and neck..."

Mistress laughed, leaving the two sobbing girls behind, and strutted back over to Gretchen. "Now, you don't seem upset..."

Gretchen sighed, trying to squirm a little. Her legs and shoulders were starting to ache. "No, Mithtreth. It'th not like the'th muth of a loth, really... Nathty girlth reduthed to trath? Perhapth you did uth a thervithe..."

Mistress hummed, tipping her head thoughtfully. "Well, perhaps someone wants her corpse for a trophy. We'll auction it off once it's stuffed and mounted. But, as for you..."

Mistress pulled up her little stool, and settled into place again. Gretchen squirmed and hissed happily, but didn't screech or scream when the tingling froth hit her skin. She cooed and purred as Mistress' hatchet slid down her crotch, shearing away that massive thatch of hair, then let out a happy moan as the second pass peeled away every bit of stubble.

Gretchen let her head drop back, laughing happily as Mistress' fingers spread and stroked her thick brown folds, then groaned as three fingers pumped in her clenching hole. She gasped when those fingers slurped from her cunt, then shrieked when Mistress' open palm gave her soggy snatch a mild slap.

"Mmmm, look at youuuu, Meat. Silly girls tell you... You're-" -smak- "-nerdy? You're-" -smak- "-ugly? That nobody wants you...?" Mistress Hatchet stroked her fingers through Gretchen's cunt again, pumping deep into her snatch. "Whyyyy would people be offering... Twenty grand for a turn in here... If nobody wants it...?" Mistress dipped and dabbed her fingers in Gretchen's cunt, circling her fingertips around her fat clit. "Do you know what you are...?"

Gretchen nodded eagerly, a smile spreading on her lips.

"Say it. Say what you are..."

Gretchen blinked behind her glasses... And smiled impishly, shaking her head.

"Saaaay it, Meat..." Mistress cooed, giving her clit a quick pinch.

Gretchen gasped, but clamped her chipmunk teeth over her lip and shook her head again.

"Say. It." Growled Mistress, giving her shaved cunt another slap.

Gretchen gasped excitedly, wheezing and breathing fast. "I'm a -!"

Mistress waited a moment. "... Saaaaay it..." She purred, and slapped her again.

Gretchen let out a squeal, and shook her head again, writhing on the T-frame, hips aching. "I'm, I'm a -!" She wheezed, biting down on the last word.

Mistress chuckled, and caressed up and down Gretchen's cunt, watching the eager nerd squirm. "Say.... It." She gave a last little slap, right at the right heartbeat.

"I'M A THLUUUUT!!" Gretchen shrieked, hips bucking against Mistress' hand, shrieking and gasping and squealing as her cunt squirted and splattered all over Mistress' gloved palm. "I'm a thlutty brainleth cockthleeve! I want DICKTH inthide me! I wanna get fucked in my ath until I THPIT THEMEN! I wanna be the TRAIN RIDE until I'm wathted and tothed in a dumpthter like TRATH!!!" she shrieked, holding the last arch into the air, feeling her hips creaking, before she fell back to the wooden cross, gasping and giggling as her climax ebbed away. "Oh thiiiiiit..."

Mistress laughed softly, and strolled back to Katie and the last V. She slapped Katie's face gently, smearing Gretchen's steaming juices all over the bottle-blonde's face, forcing her fingers deep into the girl's mouth.

Katie's face was black from mascara, she had been sobbing the whole time. She knew better than to bite. She sucked the goddamn nerd's cum off the crazy bitch's leather glove.

"Mmmmm. Still think she's an ugly nerd who nobody would want to fuck...?"

Katie scowled over at Gretchen, still giggling and dripping. She slowly shook her head.

"What do you think of her now...?"

Katie sneered. "She said it herself." She glared at Mistress Hatchet, trying to guess where her eyes were behind that shapeless mask.

"Thee'th a thlut," Katie said, mimicking Gretchen's lisp.

Mistress gave Katie a sharp backhand, before stepping between the two poles. "Sadly for one of you... The polls are closed, and all the cash has been counted. We have a winner... And a loser, for Meat's pretty little outfit."

Katie and Vanessa... Or Vicki. One of those. They raised their heads, watching Mistress in horror. Gretchen turned her head to watch.

"Sadly for you..." Mistress looked over at Katie, glaring through her mask into the bimbo schoolgirl's eyes.

"... Two to one, they want Meat to go back to school."

The last V let out a sharp, almost orgasmic laugh, and jerked her hips up high, her chin raised as Mistress' hatchet swung backhand and cleaved neatly through her throat, hesitating just an instant as the blade smashed through her spine.

The Nurse's hips bucked and thrust wildly, blood fountaining high, and her head had a blissful look as it tumbled free of her neck.

Mistress caught V by the hair as her head fell, and Katie shrieked and pulled away in horror as Mistress leaned back against her and the post, Jamming V's head up between her thighs. This one was much stronger, more eager, and hungrily thrust her tongue deep into Mistress' cunt, determined to do her Mistress right, just once.

Mistress Hatchet shrieked and squealed in glee, finally reaching her own sloppy orgasm, squirting into V's mouth as her tongue went slack and cold.

Panting and wheezing, Mistress turned her head to mock-lovingly nuzzle at Katie's horrified face. She pulled V's severed head from between her thighs, and looked over the dead nurse's face.

V had an expression of joy on her foggy, glassy eyes, her jaw slack but her lips curled into a smile. Her long tongue lolled free, having died trying to get her tongue as deep into Mistress as she could.

"Oh... Oh, she knew how to make a girl happy. Look at that smile..." Mistress sighed happily, and gently set the Nurse's head at the bottom of the post, between her feet. Her body was still thrusting its hips forward, weakly, trying to fuck the empty air with its last failing heartbeats.

"Mmmmmmm. Now, as for you, Schoolgirl..."

Katie let out a terrified shriek, then started a long, insane laugh. "I WON! I was the one they wanted! ME! I get to go FREE!" She cackled wildly, eyes diverging and drifting toward opposite walls.

Mistress tsked, and shook her head, gently patting the flat of her bloody hatchet against Katie's nipple. "The outfit won. But all our viewers... Well. They had their OWN little game going." She tipped her head sideways. "Not a PENNY was spent on letting you live."

Katie froze, sucking in a sharp gasp, and held on tight as the hatchet traced back and forth across her throat.

"Five thooouuusand dollaaaars said to take off your head... And make a trophy."

Katie whimpered, and black tears were streaming down her face, but she clenched her eyes shut and raised her chin.

Gretchen licked her lips, watching in fascination.

Mistress' hatchet whistled through the air... And crashed into her right breast, splitting it in half, crunching through a rib.

Katie vomited a mouthful of blood, her eyes snapping open wide.

"Fifty grand said to Wreck The Bitch."

Mistress cackled wildly as she wrenched the hatchet back, twisting it to tear open Katie's chest a bit more. She swung again and again, smashing at her right chest, rupturing the lung and mangling the breast, then swung down and lopped off her left breast entirely.

Katie was shrieking and thrashing in horror and agony as the hatchet smashed into her arm, severing it across the bicep. It swung up between her thighs, hacking into her cunt again and again, ruining her tight little pink cunt, cracking her pelvis until one leg was starting to slump loose from her body.

Gretchen let out a strangled sound, shocked as she watched Mistress slash across Katie's belly, then again vertically. Gretchen's stretched legs and drawn arms were aching but her cunt and tits were throbbing, she was gasping and squealing as she watched the bitch's belly spill out all her guts, she squirted again all over the floor as Mistress' hatchet smashed toward Katie's dodging face, taking off her left ear, snapping her jaw loose on the right, finally smashing again and again into her face and skull, twisting when Mistress pulled it back to lever Katie's skull apart.

And then it was over. Mistress stumbled backward, slumped back against the headless maid, her thighs shaking and wobbly as her cunt spurted and squirted onto the floor.

Gretchen's cunt was absolutely slathered, drooling her steaming slut honey all over the T-frame.

They held there for a moment, before a wet, sloppy noise announced Katie's ruined body coming apart and collapsing to the floor.

Gretchen and Mistress looked down at the sloppy pile of bloody trash.

"... I always hated that bitch," they said together, before the livestream went dark.