With that, Pauline flopped down on the couch, vaping herself, and hit play. As the menu closed, the movie’s title card came up again, accompanied by spooky music. Tina clambered up on shaky legs and took her place to Pauline’s left.

THE FUCKBUTCHER RETURNS faded away to a thunderclap. The camera panned down to a dark country road, moonlit and empty. As a car came into view, the soundtrack picked up with suspenseful music.

Pauline glanced at her sister, who was still a bit jittery and not really looking at the screen. Probably too caught up in the feelgood vibes of the weed and the dirty humiliation talk earlier.

Suddenly, the car was smashed off the road by a huge truck that barreled down a hill from just out of frame. Tina shrank back. Pauline laughed.

“NICE!” she cheered, as an obviously fake body was flung from the rolling car and impaled on a tree branch.

“Pauliiiiine, that seems scary though!” Tina complained.

“Don’t worry, it’s more of an erotic snuff movie according to the description, the slasher dressing is just the framing. It’ll get more interesting soon. Here, we can skip to the good part!”

“Erotic?” Tina asked, uncomprehendingly.

“Yeah erotic. You’ll like it, you little bitch.”

“Heeey!”

“Shhh, watch!”

Pauline opened the scene selection screen and skipped twenty minutes forward to what was marked as the first “Highlight” by other viewers.

As the film resumed, an obese man wearing a pig mask came strolling into a dingy, mostly empty basement. In the back was a workbench with tools laid out and a metal rod as well as a massive wooden chair. In one hand, he was wielding a fat, dirty cleaver caked in old blood, the other was dragging an older blonde teenager or maybe young twenty-something by her golden, braided hair. She was wearing a cheerleader uniform and struggling weakly.

“Aw yeah, that’s gonna be gooood!” Pauline said loudly, pointing at the spit in the background of the scene.

“She looks a bit like you, dontcha think?”

Tina seemed to only half understand and gave her a confused glance before quickly looking back at the TV.

On the screen, the shrieking woman was being hefted onto the chair.

As the pigman pulled it forward, you could see the seating had a huge hole cut out. Her wrists and feet, upper arms and shins, and finally her torso were then bound to it with huge metal zip ties, like hose clamps, that dug into her flesh.

She looked like she was struggling, but Pauline could tell that she was faking it. This was an actress.

Seemed to be one of the higher-budget productions, not some gray market gonzo stuff filmed by bored men abducting random women in the streets.

“What will he do with her?” Tina asked without looking away.

“Have fun with her. Kill her. You know, it’s in the title. FUCKBUTCHER, duh?”

Tina was transfixed.

“Fun? Like… Sex?”.

Pauline sighed.

“Goddamn, you really are dumb. Yes, he’ll have sex with her. And then he’ll fucking kill her.”

Tina looked down, abashed. Then she blushed and looked up again, very quickly, as a moan came from the TV.

The chair with the bound cheerleader was pulled around by the pigman and placed in the middle of the frame so the woman directly faced the camera. She was pale, had blue-grey eyes and full lips, high cheekbones and was definitely older than 20. The white crotch of her panties was on full display under the short skirt, shining in the studio lighting between her tied, spread legs. You could see a slight blonde bush peeking out over the rim of her panties. The woman spoke up.

“My name is Francis Heather Lewis, I am 23 years old, infertile, non-treatable, and I am here of my own volition in accordance with Euthanasia Act III, section 4, provision B – unusual method of culling for industrial or entertainment purposes. Any injury inflicted upon me before death is consensual and contractually agreed upon. My surviving family will be compensated according to-”

“Ah fuck!” Pauline exclaimed, throwing her vape-wielding hand up in exasperation. “The legit productions always fucking do this. Right in the middle, too! Totally breaks the immersion. Regulation my ass. You assholes, just put it in the beginning!”

“Wait,” Tina asked, sounding very unsure, “so- this… this part is not like, movie-fake? She knows she’ll be hurt for real and… and… die?... and she wanted to be killed for REAL in a FILM? With people watching?!”

“Duh, for most chicks that get a note, it’s the only way they could ever have a big break, have their name remembered, and their family gets money, too. It’s a good deal! Sure, it may hurt, or be embarrassing, but afterwards you’ll be dead anyway and sometimes girls even like it hurting. Here, watch.”

Pauline pointed at the screen. The masked pigman had kicked the chair over backwards and removed his pants. He was squatting, back towards the camera, over the woman’s face and she was rimming his asshole vigorously as his hairy balls rested on her eyes. The camera was filming her white panties through the hole in the chair. They were getting decidedly darker in the middle.

“She totally is getting off on that, look at the enthusiasm!”

Tina WAS looking. Intently.

The wet spots on her pajama top from the earlier coughing and crying were slowly drying, but she was about to add a new one between her two very small, chubby mounds. There was a big drop dangling from her lower lip as she stared at the screen. Stoned to hell and back, horny and the rest of the world forgotten, her mouth hung open.

Pauline smiled; the weed was a good idea. Maybe she should try some other stuff from her stash over the next days.

Her sister could become a phenomenal toy when she grew up, but she was still too overwhelmed, and too young, to make the choice or explore by herself.

Some chemical nudging might convince her.

To obey.

To seek the ultimate high.

What had only ever been a fantasy she lied even to herself about was now, in her mind, becoming a possibility.

Maybe a reality.

As a woman, outside of rumored, black-book government work, she would never get to touch someone like that – at least not without being killed herself in response if they caught her.

But she apparently did have an eager little slut for a sister and if she could plausibly convince her…

She made a sudden connection in her mind. Yes! Maybe she should talk to…

A sudden, intense cough by Tina derailed her train of thought.

Shit.

She had to be careful. She felt like she risked too much with the choking already.

Pauline hoped balancing out the pushing and pain with praise and pleasure helped keep her babycunt in line. Keep her needy. The little bitch was daddy’s favorite, and she would fucking sing, if she messed this up.

Luckily, Tina seemed to be very much into it, she thought, glancing at her sister.

As the actors on screen continued the rimming scene, Tina was rubbing herself slowly through her pajamas with her right hand and had the other, forgotten, wrapped around her own throat as she gaped at the screen, where the pigman had started to occasionally turn and punch the woman in the belly behind his back.

Sometimes a little squirt of pee stained the white panties.

A drop of drool fell from Tina’s mouth and she gulped when the man rocked back on his heels to slap the cheerleader hard across the face between licks, making her sob.

Pauline noted how Tina’s hand was now moving faster after the slap.

If she liked slaps, Pauline would oblige, she thought to herself.

Time to push the little slut some more.

“YOUNG LADY! What are you doing?” Pauline exclaimed in her strictest mom-voice, springing upright and whirling around to tower in front of Tina.

Tina twitched hard and shrank back from her older sister. Self-consciously, she raised her hand from between her legs and brought both hands to her sides, palms resting on the couch.

“Wha-? I’m sorry! I didn’t… what… I don’t-“

“You were touching yourself, huh? While watching someone be forced to lick an asshole as their last meal ever? Is that what you wanna do to people?”

“I- No, I don’t…”

“You like seeing girls get punched until they PISS themselves?”

“P-Pauline! No… I… Please!”

“Like to see them get slapped around?” Pauline poked her in the chest, the fabric still wet and slightly sticky as the spit and mucus dried.

“Is that what I should tell dad, when he asks if you’ve been good? That you love HURTING people?”

“PLEASE! No I don’t-“

“You don’t WHAT, you disgusting bully? You don’t want to see others hurt for you own amusement? Don’t want to make people SCREAM, you CRUEL, SADISTIC BITCH!?!” Pauline leaned forward and fiercely looked down.

Tina was shaking, but not blubbering anymore. She looked frozen at the accusation of being such a bad person.

Shit, maybe she had overdone it, Pauline thought.

Nothing for it, she could not relent or look away now.

Had to keep the power dynamic in her favor.

More importantly, she needed to keep control.

She put on her best poker face and stared Tina down disapprovingly until the younger girl spoke again.

“Nuh… No. No! I swear! I’m not… not cruel…” Tina looked like she was on the verge of tears again. “I’m not. …swear…” she breathed in a small voice, looking away and staring at the TV between Pauline’s legs.

“LIAR! And what DO you want then, when you see stuff like THAT?” Pauline viciously pointed behind herself, at the screen, where the pigman had turned around, torn the crotch off the panties of his victim and was slowly fucking her with the handle of the cleaver.

All the while his cock was buried in her mouth so deep you could see the bulge in the woman’s throat. Intermittently, he pulled out and slapped her so hard the chair shook from her twitchting.

“wnn be hr…” Tina murmured, still looking between her sister’s legs as the scene mesmerized her.

Good. Now or never.

Pauline took a deep breath and, without preamble, slapped her sister so hard across the right cheek that the noise rang in her ears even seconds later. Her palm stung.

Immediately, tears welled up in Tina’s beautiful, puffy, green eyes.

She tore them from the screen and looked up uncomprehendingly, rubbing her cheek with a hand.

Hurt.

Confused.

Nobody had ever spanked her, let alone slapped.

“Speak louder, bitch.”

Tina took a small breath, turned her face away from her sister and stared down at the floor.

“I wanna…”

SLAP.

“LOOK AT ME!”

Tina shook with a sob, looked up.

SLAP.

“SPEAK.”

Another Slap.

“LOUDER.”

A sob.

A harder slap.

“Be FUCKING honest with me!”

“I… I wanna be… her. Like her.” Tina said between deep, shaky breaths, still not very loudly.

Pauline slapped her again, even harder this time. The tears now flowed freely from Tina’s eyes and she hiccupped.

“Like her, huh?”

Pauline jerked her head at the TV. The cheerleader was spasming in orgasm as the pigman pinched her clit and made her suck on his balls.

“Enjoy being slapped? Being a fucktoy and a snuffslut? Is that it? You want to whore out your worthless cumdump of a body to pleasure people and then fucking DIE for the amusement of others? Is that what you fucking want?”

Tina breathed shakily and hiccupped again. She kept averting her eyes and looked down.

Little bubbles were forming at her lips and tears were staining her pajama top so much it became nearly translucent in places. Pauline could see the darker outline of her sister’s nipples where they poked at the fabric.

And between the legs, the darker color of the wet crotch of her pajama bottoms. She suppressed a cruel smile, keeping her face stern.

“You are a masochistic SLUT and want to be USED and FORGOTTEN as soon as they KILLED YOU!? Is that fucking it?”

Pauline grabbed her trembling sister by the messy blonde braid and rammed the child’s head forward into her black panties.

She ground against her sister’s face so her mouth was pressed into the wet fabric covering her vulva and Tina’s emerald eyes were staring straight up at her.

“LOOK at me and SPEAK!” Pauline demanded, as she pressed her sister’s nose into her crotch even harder, so Tina could feel the coarse pubes through the fabric.

“…yeshh…” came a hot, quite breath Pauline felt more in her nethers than she heard it.

Tina’s chest shook from a deep sobbing spasm that blew hot breath and spittle deliciously into Pauline’s cuntlips.

Pauline raised her hand again, keeping her baby sister in place with the other. Tina cringed but kept eye contact like she was ordered.

“Last chance before I really hurt you. You wanna be a used FUCKHOLE and BEG FOR DEATH as you EAT ASSHOLES and DRINK CUM!? ANSWER! Or I’ll fucking beat the truth out of you!”

“YE-HE-HEEESSSH!” Tina shouted into the increasingly wet fabric muffling her voice.

“SAY IT!” Pauline shouted back, roughly shoving her sister back into the couch with the other.

“I want to- to be… to be a… f-fuckhole…” Tina spoke between hiccupping sobs, in a small voice, looking directly into Pauline’s big, brown eyes.

“I wanna be used… And hurt… and… and…”

Tina’s voice failed again and she looked away, but her right hand was sliding down from where her arms were crossed in front of her protectively after the shove, and subconsciously rubbed her immature pussy through her pajama bottoms again.

“Killed?” Pauline helped out mockingly, now kneeling down and sliding two fingers into her little sister’s pants and panties as her other hand gently pulled Tina’s away.

She felt wetness, a lot of it.

Tina looked back up at her older sister, eyes burning with lust.

“Yes. Killed. Please.” Tina panted, as her sister stroked her pussy lips, fast.

Tina was smiling as tears ran down her raw, glowing cheeks from red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes.

“Suck ‘em clean.” Pauline commanded, as she took her hand back up and shoved the fingers coated in her sister’s juices down Tina’s throat until she gagged.

Tina felt bile rising, and a clenching in her throat. But she wanted desperately to impress Pauline, so she fought through the rawness in her throat and the sick feeling in her tummy and the shaking and the weed haze and the tingling in her chest.

And she licked the fingers clean.

They tasted sweet and salty and gooey. She sucked like on a popsicle, sucked even harder at an approving noise from her big sister, and when the fingers finally were pulled back out, it made a nice little popping noise. Then Tina gagged again and a big glob of spit and mucus formed in the back of her throat, then spilled from her mouth and stained her pajama top even further.

Pauline nodded. This would work.

As her sister could do nothing but sit and breathe, she gently slid the freshly-cleaned fingers into her own panties and scooped up some of her juices. She waited until Tina breathed out, then shoved them deep into the younger girl’s throat and slapped her hard between the legs with her free hand as she whispered into her ear.

“Well done, cuntmeat.”

She began rubbing the panting Tina’s clit in earnest.

Tina began writhing, and when the blonde girl started arching her back and mewling, Pauline removed her hand again for another hard slap on her sex while shoving the fingers of her other hand into Tina’s mouth as far as they would go.

“Good rapetoy.”

At that, the sensations of the weed high and of buzzing pain in her clit and firm pressure on her tongue and in her throat and the rawness in her face and the strange sweet and musky taste of her sister and the praise were too much and Tina shook hard.

An electric feeling extended from her crotch to her hairline and her fingers and she trembled and felt wetness and a warm sensation everywhere below her waist and heard Pauline laugh cruelly as she pulled the fingers from her mouth.

As Tina finally managed to open her eyes, after what seemed like minutes during which she could only gasp, she saw and felt and smelled she had pissed herself, the couch, the floor and all over her sister’s legs.

“I… I’m sorry. Please. I’m sorry.” Tina cringed back.

Pauline, arms crossed, slender, wiry legs running with yellow rivulets all the way up to her knees, smiled.

“You did really well, that was very grown-up of you! First time cumming?”

Tina lowered her arms.

“…yes.”

“Did you try it before?”

“Yesh… felt good, but not that good…” Tina murmured, slightly unsteadily leaning back on one hand.

Then she looked, wide-eyed, at the puddle on the floor and the stained cushion.

“Don’t worry, it happens. The pissing. You’ll also do that when they euthanize you. So, no use in getting mad about a natural thing. You did piss on my feet though.”

When Tina did not move, Pauline prodded her.

“Go on, clean ‘em.”

Tina scrambled and obeyed, eager for more praise, and got up on wobbly legs. She was in heaven and exhausted and also had her mind reeling with possibilities for the coming weeks. So much to learn. To do. To try.

Cumming was awesome!

Now that her sister had shown her that, and a cool adult movie, she might teach her more. Maybe even how to… She shivered.

But over all else she felt a deep desire to serve her sister and be praised.

So, she knelt in front of her big sister and took off her pink, long-sleeved pajama top to quickly wipe down her sister’s legs and feet. But Pauline kicked her lightly in the chest, knocking her flat on her back, leaving a translucent, slightly yellow-ish trail of piss from her wet foot.

“No, with your tongue, cunt. We can watch the movie while you do it though.”

With that, Pauline casually reclined on the dry part of the couch with legs hanging out over the armrest, and Tina, after taking a moment to breathe and catch up mentally, got to work kneeling on the floor between her sister’s legs, facing the TV sideways.

Hesitantly, only small short licks at first, she got to it, up and down the older girl’s shaved legs. She was scared it would taste bad, but it was okay, really.

It even felt kinda good on her tongue. There was a very slight stubble there, but the skin was hot and damp and it only tasted slightly salty and smelled a little.

Tina was in heaven as her immature pussy still tingled with excitement. Her chest heaved a little sometimes and her head still spun but she felt proud and happy as her big sis made contended noises.

Pauline was so strong and confident! Something Tina could never be, but she would at least learn from her. Maybe be allowed to serve her. And make her happy.

Her own pussy felt wet and sore from the slap and the irritating pee drenching her pajama bottoms and panties, and pulsed sometimes, but she did not really mind. It felt right, to be dirty and hurt a little, while she cleaned someone she loved. Someone... Better.

It was so strange, Tina thought, her mind wandering as she sucked between her sister’s toes and lapped up every last drop of her own piss along with some sweat and dirt from the floor.

Giving up control, what little she had over her young life, was the best feeling ever. Sure, kindergarten and school, and even dad sometimes, had taught her, abstractly, that she was not worth very much as a girl and would always face an end chosen by another if she stopped being useful. But dad was always so cheerful and kind and everyone treated her like a person.

So that kinda was like knowing where meat came from – you still enjoyed it because the bad stuff happened to someone else. Girls could still have fun, and go study, and have jobs and be loved - though not many men wanted to marry, she knew from sex ed, most just went around impregnating whoever would let them for the government pay they would get on the off chance it was a boy.

Her dad was special, she always knew that from the astounded faces of her classmates when she told them her dad mostly stayed at home and his actual day job was as an engineer for the government.

But she had no concrete idea how special he, and her treatment by him, was. Until now, where she finally felt like she was supposed to feel. Subservient. Used. Shown her place she had been looking for all the while, when she tried to fit in. She followed her sister’s long legs upward with adoring eyes, while she scrubbed her grimy soles with her tongue.

She only half registered that the scene on the television had changed. She ignored the labored breathing and crying and slapping sounds coming from the TV and kept staring up at her sister. Her strong sister. Her panties.

She felt as if she could still smell them from earlier, through the piss scent and bile she could taste it in her mouth. It felt so good when she was shoved deep in there. So right. She wondered if her sister wanted her to clean her there too. But she had been commanded to clean her piss off the legs and so that was what she did happily, tongue running up and down the legs until her mouth felt dry and she was breathing heavily again.

“Done, pisslicker?” Pauline asked, pushing herself up with one arm to look down over the armrest.

“Yes.” Tina rasped.

“And do you want to be a good girl like her? Want me to teach you?”

“Yes.”

Pauline grinned wickedly as she sat upright.

“Good piss slave. Listen well, I have some rules for you. To make the next weeks more fun. I’ll teach you how to be a big girl. So, starting now, I’m in charge. Totally. From now on that will be “Yes, Mistress” from you. Not Pauline. You’ll only speak to me while looking at the ground, unless I say otherwise. If I tell you to shut up, you don’t speak at all until I say it’s okay. If you disobey, I hurt you. If you hesitate, I hurt you. If you are good, you get a reward.”

Tina, still kneeling, looked up reverently at her sister.

“Oh, and I got a little game I want to play with you. It’s easy: You can try to guess what I’m doing with you these next two weeks for a REALLY big reward. And you can ask a single question about that to find out. But only one special question. If you ask any other about this, and I have not allowed you to, I punish you. Only that one question. Got it?”

Tina nodded dutifully, looking down between her knees. Being commanded made her feel tingly inside.

Degraded. Loved. Desired.

Right.

“Yes Mistress. And what is that?”

SLAP.

Pauline was suddenly standing. Tina was suddenly sprawling sideways on the floor, her head reeling.

That had come out of nowhere and was the hardest one yet. Her entire face was hot and stinging and her eyes were full of tears again. She looked hurt and betrayed – she had been so good! – as she sat crumpled and bare-chested, tiny red streaks showing where she got scratched earlier down her almost entirely flat chest.

But when Pauline said “Did I fucking stutter, you dumb fucking cunt?” it dawned on her.

“N-No Mistress. You said I cannot ask any questions… a- about what… you want to do with me, Mistress, except one.”

“Good. And what is the question?”

“You uuuh… haven’t told me. Uhh, Mistress.” She hastily added, feeling another tingle.

“Exactly. I want you to guess the question too, would be too easy otherwise. Let’s see if you really are as dumb as you look. Now be a good little slavebitch and sit on my lap.”

Pauline flopped down on the couch so she faced the TV and tapped her bare thighs. Tina stopped looking sad at once, beamed happily and hopped on her sister’s lap.

Immediately, she was shoved to the hard floor again. As she hit the tiles, she blubbered “W-Wha-“.

“DON’T fucking finish that question, you disgusting fucking whore, or you’ll regret it. You’re covered in piss and sweat, and you fucking reek. Get naked.”

Dutifully, Tina looked at the floor and undressed. When she peeled her panties from her sticky skin, she shivered and goggled at the massive string of cunt drool that followed the panties to the floor.

Next, she was hit in the face with the damp towel from earlier.

“Wipe yourself down and sit. We watch the finale together.”

Tina followed the directions, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric on her raw skin, especially between her legs. The towel came away glistening very wetly, not only from her piss. When she finally sat on her big sister’s lap, she was truly content.

“Good girl! Here, you deserve a treat!” Pauline praised and patted her head, and held the vape back up to Tina’s lips.

Tina, without thinking, sucked hard on it. This time, she managed to really tough it out and blew a big cloud after a few seconds, and with only a little coughing. She was very proud and beamed up at her big sister with her head tilted backwards between Pauline’s small breasts. Her head spun harder now and everything was a bit fuzzy.

Everything felt good.

“Good, one more, you greedy slut.”

Tina inhaled again. Her head spun.

“Now watch, he’s about to finish her! That’s the first person you’ll see die for real, right? No drawings.”

“Yes!” Tina excitedly exclaimed and bounced a little.

SLAP.

“Yes, Mistress.” Tina said demurely, rubbing her cheek.

“Nice rape puppy. Well done. Good girl.”

At that, Pauline felt a twitch and soon a new wave of wetness where the little cunt touched her leg.

She smirked.

Then they both fixed their eyes on the screen again as the pigman was joined by a naked, muscular man in a silly rubber horse mask.

“Bah, that fully breaks the slasher immersion. These people are fucking retards.” Pauline spat.

Tina tuned her out and focused on the movie.

The blonde woman decidedly looked worse for wear.

Apparently, she had missed a lot during their earlier fooling around.

The victim’s makeup was smeared, there was vomit on her now-torn top and skirt. Her panties had all the fabric ripped out, so only shreds and some rubber strings remained and her vulva looked puffy and swollen and was dripping cum. Most of her body was covered in burns and bruises. Another set of strings of semen was dripping from her mouth and nostrils.

She was bleeding profusely from a deep cut on her leg that looked pretty concerning. She was also missing several fingers on each hand and breathing very hard.

If she did not get help soon, she would probably die from that, Tina thought.

She shivered at the thought of dying with your pussy full of cum and showing it to the world.

The pigman hoisted the blonde up, chair and all, and the horse placed the spit with the blunt end on the ground at a slight angle. As the pig killer shuffled forward, horse-mask angled the spit straighter to follow the pelvis of their victim.

“Told you it would be good! You like it? Seeing how they don’t care about her pain?”

“Mhhhhm” Tina moaned as she ground her pussy against her sister’s muscular thigh, slowly, but harder than before.

“You wanna get run allll the way through yourself?” Pauline asked teasingly, as she traced her fingers up and down Tina’s abdomen, along the path a spit would take, careful to give painful pressure on the slowly welting scratch marks from earlier to really make her little slut moan.

The fabric of her band shirt, where Tina’s back touched it, had become sticky with sweat.

“Mmmmmhmmaybe.” Tina said in an absent murmur, staring straight ahead.

“But…?”

“But I- I‘d like to see more. Learn. I wanna… ahhh!”

She moaned.

“Wanna… think about what I like and only when I really know…”

When Pauline pinched her nipples, she squeaked.

“Can… Can we try some stuff? So… So… I know what I want for… later. For… For when I am no longer… useful.”

Pauline lightly stroked her sister’s small clit with a finger in a cirlce, making the small girl twitch.

“You’e already looking forward to getting culled. Good little snuff toy. Then watch. Bet it’ll be gnarly!”

Tina moved her hips a little faster.

The blonde in the movie was now really struggling in her chair. That did not look perfunctory or acted in any way.

“Ha, see how she fights?”

Pauline kept teasing the young piece of meat on her lap all over, pinching her nipples and rubbing her pubic mound but now stopped short of ever touching her pussy.

“Mhm…” Tina moaned.

The cheerleader was rolling her eyes wildly and thrashing left and right, the metal ties digging deep into her flesh and drawing blood.

“That there, that’s real. Means they didn’t tell her this would be it, they probably contracted her for only a torture scene. Or told her the snuff would be later – or with a different, less painful tool. Classic! That’s also why they dubbed her over, see? She’s just screeching in the film, but her mouth is forming words. Probably shouting how they lied to her.”

In the movie, horse-mask had finally lined up the spit with the woman’s sphincter. The tip looked narrow, pointy and sharp, but it was greased very well. Giving his partner a thumbs-up, the horse signaled he was ready.

“Okay baby girl, this is it. Let’s see if these bozos fuck it up or if she survives until it comes out of her mouth!”

Tina mewled and her grinding again grew quicker, her breathing excited as the tip of the spit slipped in.

The Pigman then slowly lowered his victim, adjusting his angle as she slid down the widening tip of the pole.

Tina held her breath.

The spit advanced, unrelenting, as the cheerleader’s abdomen twitched and cramped and her chest rose rapidly with panicked breaths.

Then her abdomen bulged a little.

“See the bump? It is now HERE in her tummy.”

Pauline pressed a finger hard into the corresponding spot on her sister’s abdomen, right on her uterus, while pinching her nipple with the other hand.

Tina gasped and looked up, tilting her head back again. She looked slightly disoriented, feverish. There was a burning question in her green eyes.

“Okay, you can ask. Go on, I see it in your face, slut.”

“Does a spit… hurt? Like, a lot?” Tina whispered over the woman’s screams, which suddenly cut off.

“Yeah, duh. Look, she’s now in shock and no longer screaming, just breathing a lot. And there is blood running down the spit. See?”

Tina nodded absentmindedly, staring at the screen again.

“It’ll be at her stomach soon, and there they gotta be real careful, need to find the esophagus. If they hurt her lungs or heart, she’ll die pretty quick. And if they drop her, the spit ’ll probably not come out of her mouth, but pierce through her chest somewhere. “

The pigman’s grip appeared to loosen accidentally and the cheerleader slid down the pole a hard 5 inches all at once. She stiffened and made only a small wheezing noise, as if punched in the sternum. She was bulging her eyes and cramping up.

Her flushed face was growing pale suddenly.

“Ahhh fuck, they killed her. She just does not know it yet. Clipped a lung. Maybe also heart injury, or her aorta. Got minutes left, not an hour like with the professional spittings. Fucking amateurs.”

The on-screen victim was now spasming and pissing herself, the urine running down the spit and over the horseman’s hands. He did not seem to mind.

She was growing weaker fast as the pigman lifted her up higher, adjusted his grip and tried another angle. As the spit was pulled out a little by this motion, Tina could see it was coated in dark red blood.

Apparently, that move did the trick, as, while the victim was still thrashing as he lowered her again, a bulge formed in her throat and the horseman got up quickly. Then he violently jerked her head back and grabbed her jaw hard, forcing it open.

The tip of the spit finally emerged from her mouth, only chipping two teeth as the pigman set her down on the ground with a satisfied grunt and a heavy thunk.

Her eyes darted wildly as her lips sealed around the metal in an obscene O, as if she was giving it a reverse blowjob.

While spit and blood foamed out of her nostrils and the corners of her mouth, past the spit gaping it, the killers high-fived each other over her head. The horseman, as he turned to leave stage-left, casually picked up the cleaver and slammed it into her abdomen, gutting her for good measure as he ripped it out and walked away, dripping dark red blood.

The blonde cheerleader was shivering and opening and closing the remaining fingers on her mutilated hands wildly, between which a small loop of intestines hung down, almost covering her cum-dripping sex.

Pauline noticed that the grinding on her leg had stopped and Tina was very tense.

“What is it, little cunt?”

“Pau-… M-Mistress, I- I don’t know if I can… can… again… may I…”

“Cum?” Pauline mocked, pinching her little meatcunt’s nipples that stood erect on their little chubby mounds. “I don’t know if you CAN, but if you beg nicely, I just might let you try.”

“Please please please let me cum Mistress please!”

“Not like that.” Pauline scolded and slapped her sister lightly between the legs. From the twitch she saw then, she judged her little girl was really close.

“Oink like the gutted pig you want to be!”

“OINK OINK OINK” Tina screamed at the top of her lungs without hesitation.

“I’m proud of you, snuff piggy, cum for me and look at the face of this slut as she dies.”

Pauline began rubbing herself with her free hand.

“Watch her go into nothing. Bleeding and used. Just. Like. YOU! WILL!”

At that, Pauline pulled hard on her sister’s nipples. Tina moaned and resumed her humping gaze fixed on the scene.

The camera was now slowly zooming in on the face of the victim from a higher angle. The bloody foam still bubbled with each ragged breath and her eyes moved around without focus, occasionally looking directly at the camera. Or, more likely, the red light next to the lens that gave her an anchor point in her confused, dying mind.

Tina humped the leg beneath her with wild abandon and was still oinking a bit with every hump, still staring intently at the scene.

“Ah, she’s disoriented now, see? Doesn’t know where she is, or what’s happening.” Pauline commented.

“She’ll soon pass out and die, her blood is filling up the inside of her chest and tummy and lungs instead of bringing oxygen to her brain.”

Tina made tiny little moans and squelching noises on her leg.

“She got no real pleasure today, only pain. Like sluts deserve. Only fear. And now, just darkness. Used and gone.“

She leaned a bit closer to her sister’s ear.

“Like you will be someday.”

This elicited a hard shiver from Tina.

As the cheerleader’s eyes stopped moving and got glassy, a last breath rattled out and the pink foam was no longer moving. Pauline grabbed her sister’s tiny teats and yanked hard. Tina moved even harder and faster.

“God yes, watch her fucking DIE!”

Tina was reaching her climax now and oinking, almost screeching in a high-pitched voice.

“Come on, fuckmeat, tell the world what you want!”

On the screen, a final spasm was running through the butchered and spitted woman.

“AAAEEEEEHHHHHH! OINK OINK PLEASSSSSE USE ME I WANNA DIIIEEE!! OIIIIINK!”

The small girl shivered hard and Pauline felt a final, tiny squirt of pee hit her leg as the little tyke tensed up one last time and then fell backwards against her big sister’s chest, breathing deep and hard.

“Good piggie, you came for Mistress!” Pauline praised. Then she stroked Tina’s cheek and belly gently, snuggling her to her breast.

She looked used and abused. Red and raw marks on her chest that would bruise, scratches and deep marks on her belly, bruises on her neck, raw and puffy eyes, red, painfully-swollen cheeks from the slapping.

And yet… She was the most beautiful thing Pauline ever saw.

In a loving, cheery voice, Pauline said:

“I think we should stop for today and get you cleaned up. Big day tomorrow. Can’t let Auntie know what a dirty piss slut you are, right? She might just call someone to cull you then and there for being so naughty.”

With that, Pauline pushed her over to the side, where Tina remained crumpled up and wheezing while she herself stood.

“…Yes. Please. But… can’t. Get up.” Tina gasped.

Pauline smiled down at her little slut pig.

Thinking of Aunt Carla, another thought resurfaced from earlier. A dangerous one. She needed to think about it that night. But if she was right…

“I got you, sweetie.”

With that, she picked her little sister up, kissed her on the forehead and moved her up the stairs to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Tina’s eyes fluttered closed before they reached the foot of the stairs.