Consensual, Gutting, Dismemberment, Piss Play, BDSM

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Part 3
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White's body was warm and still restrained in a perfect position for use. Garrett climbed onto the bed with her and slid easily into her slick, lifeless hole. As he thrust, he watched the faces of the other two. Pink looked hungry, like without her restraints she might fight the body for the right to be fucked by him. Blue, on the other hand, looked somewhat calmer. A stern devotion to her task in her expression. Garrett did not finish in White, but pulled out and began unbinding Pink and Blue.

"You've done so well, I think you both deserve a treat. I'm going to allow you to pleasure me."

Both women knelt in front of him and he stroked their hair gently, then grasped fist fulls of their hair and lead them both to his cock. Blue opened her mouth wide and took him in, while Pink worked with her tongue at the base of his shaft, their mouths moving in concert. He let out a sigh and allowed him self to enjoy the sight of them a while, his controlled demeanor slipping ever so slightly as waves of pleasure rolled through him. He let go of them and they continued on their own, stroking and sucking, his pleasure building. Thoughts of Yellow and her beautiful severed head made him throb. Thoughts of White and her look of glee as she dropped the blade made his knees buckle. Thoughts of Pink and Blue, still here, greedily lapping up her wetness off his cock, knowing one of them is next to die, knowing he's going to kill them and wanting so desperately to please him before they go… This thought made him burst. He pulled out of Blue's mouth and shot all over her lovely face, then pulled Pink in to clean the last few drops off him with her tongue. He shuddered and nearly fell to his knees, but managed to maintain his balance. When he caught his breath he said.

"You dine well tonight ladies. I'll bring the wash tub as I did last night, and after that, a special feast."

~*~

The next morning went much the same as the previous one had. Pink and Blue entered the immaculately clean room where Yellow, and now White had both ended their lives, and new outfits were displayed on the two remaining mannequins. Both identical besides the color. Both a very short crop top shirt that showed off the bottoms of their breasts, and a skirt which could have passed for a frilly lace belt. They put these on and knelt while they waited for Garrett to arrive.

He came in, wheeling the metal table. This time it held pitchers of ice water, lovely crystal water glasses, and small bowls of cut fruit.

"Join me, ladies." He gestured for them to stand, and they did so, walking over to look at the refreshments.

He poured three glasses of water, and added a bit of fruit to each, then handed them out.

"No pain, for now. Please, drink up. It's just clean water and deliciously ripe fruit, I promise. Nothing nefarious lurking in your glasses." And he tipped his own to his lips and took a long sip.

The ladies both hesitated a moment, glancing at each other, but followed orders and sipped their water. Garrett said nothing for a long while, they all just stood there, drinking water. He periodically refilled their glasses, and offered various fruits. He stroked their cheeks, and their hair, and studied their faces, but gave no further orders. He let enough time, and enough glasses, pass that he could tell both Pink and Blue were growing uncomfortable in the bladder, but neither of them said a word or asked for relief. Finally he poured the final glasses, emptying the pitchers. Pink took a deep breath and drank hers down in one go. Blue watched her, silently, then nodded and did the same. They both offered their empty glasses to Garret. He smiled broadly.

"Very good. I think you both know what I'd like next, but I'll be explicit in my instructions. I'm going to put the empty pitchers on the ground, and you two are going to refill them. Don't worry if they aren't quite full, I'll top them both off my self."

He spread a mat on the floor and put the two pitchers on it, then gestured to them. Pink and Blue knelt over them, their tiny skirts not covering any of the sight of them finally relieving them selves into the glass jugs. A shudder ran up Blue's spine as the warm liquid flowed out of her. Garrett waited for them to finish, then began him self, first into Blue's pitcher, he pissed onto her chest and let it run down her body. Much of it went onto the mat, but enough made it into the jug. He did the same with Pink. She tilted her head back and let out a little moan as his piss ran down her pussy and into her pitcher, mixing with her own. He smiled at this. He couldn't help him self.

When the three of them were empty and the pitchers were full once more, he placed them back on the table and began filling the small crystal glasses again. Only two this time. He didn't hand them out right away. Instead he left the room again, and returned a few moments later with a saint Andrew's cross. Nicely padded, with leather bindings on both sides. He took Pink by the hand and lead her to it first, locking in her ankles and wrists, then brushing a stray bit of hair from her face. He bound Blue as well and made sure they were both comfortable.

He walked to the table and picked up one of the glasses of piss, a pale yellow and very clear. Taking it to Pink he tipped it up to her lips and poured it into her mouth. She gulped, easily swallowing it all. He smiled at her, then went back to the table and repeated the process with Blue who also had no difficulty with the little glass.

"I'm very pleased. You two have exceeded my expectations at every turn. Especially you, Blue. After having to punish you day one, I never thought it would be you here on day three."

Blue's face lit up, and Pink smiled softly. Garrett left the room once more, and returned with an odd device, a little like an IV stand. He set it up next to the cross, and filled two large basins at the top with the contents of the pitchers, then ran tubes into each woman's mouth. He turned a dial, and the liquid began to flow. Both women drank at a steady pace and kept up easily. He turned the dial further and the flow increased. Pink gulped faster and Blue choked a bit but managed to hold onto everything and keep taking it down. Garrett watched for a moment, then turned the dial again. Pink made a noise of protest, but didn't stop swallowing. Blue did the best she could to keep up but her mouth was filling too quickly and she gagged, piss spilling out of her mouth and down her chest. She tried to keep drinking, but Garrett shut off the valve and the flow stopped. Blue burst into tears.

"I'm sorry! I tried so hard!!"

Garrett put his hand to her face and held it gently.

"I know, I'm very pleased. You did so well. And Pink and I are going to have so much fun with your body."

Blue smiled through her tears.

"Thank you Sir."

He unbound Pink and took her to the table, where he pulled back a cloth and revealed an assortment of knives.

"Chose one. Something that feels comfortable in your hand."

She picked them up one by one and selected a hunting knife with a dark wooden handle. The satin finish felt smooth and cool.

Garrett nodded in approval and lead her to where Blue was still bound and gently sobbing. He pulled a marker out of his robe pocket and pointed it at Blue.

"Blue, your life officially belongs to me and will be over very soon, these are your last moments. You've pleased me greatly since coming here and have earned the privileged to speak freely. From this moment on, you need not ask permission to speak. You will not be chastised for crying out in pain. You may tell me if you are uncomfortable, or if this becomes too much for you. And above all else, you may ask for your life to end. Do you understand?"

Blue looked shocked but nodded, then hesitantly she spoke.

"Garrett, Sir, thank you. This is everything I wanted."

He smiled and began unbinding her right hand, into which he placed the marker.

"I want you to take this, and mark on your body, everywhere you'd like Pink to cut you. She's not going to be gentle. We are going to remove a great deal of flesh from your beautiful body, and I need to know you're going to enjoy it as much as I will."

Blue swallowed hard and nodded, then uncapped the marker with her teeth and got to work on her arms, torso, and neck. She couldn't reach below her thighs being bound how she was, so she braced her self and asked,

"Sir, um… please, may I have assistance with my legs?"

Garrett gave her a sly grin, took the marker from her and knelt at HER feet, running his hand down the length of her body as he descended. Blue shuddered with pleasure at the unexpected gesture and tried to speak again, but no words came out of her mouth. She looked to Pink who just stood there, stunned, holding onto her hunting knife. With much effort, Blue cleared her throat and managed to speak.

"My ankles, then my knees, then as many cuts as you'd like up the length of my thighs."

He bent down and kissed each part of her before drawing a dotted line and with each kiss of his lips and each kiss of the pen her anticipation grew. When he reached her thighs he ran his hand up the inside of one and back down the other, and noted how slick they both were. She threw her head back and gasped, another shudder of excitement piercing through her.

With all of the lines drawn, Blue's hand was bound once more and the cross was laid down and slotted into the base to form a solid slab, which was then raised up like an operating table. Garrett took Pink by the hand and lead her over to Blue's left hand, which had the first line drawn at the tip of the middle finger.

"This looks like a good place to start. See how you do."

Pink positioned the point of the knife between the middle finger and the ring finger, took a deep breath, looked into Blue's eyes, then slammed the handle down, severing the finger completely.

Blue Screamed.

Garrett's eyes darkened.

Pink felt a rush of excitement like nothing she'd ever felt before. She didn't want to hurt Blue. She'd never wanted to hurt anyone. But she wanted to please Garrett more than anything.

Blue was sobbing hard, then suddenly her eyes seemed vacant. She breathed in hard and said,

"I'm ready. Keep going."

Garrett put his hand on her cheek and leaned in close

"Good girl."

Pink positioned the knife at her wrist next, just above the restraint. Again, placing the point of the blade on the table and slamming down hard.

Blue Screamed again, a bit weaker this time, but piercing none the less.

Garrett ran one finger over the cut, causing her to writhe, and he grinned. Not a kind smile as he had given her before. A dark, sinister look.

Pink moved on to the next mark, halfway between the elbow and the shoulder. Blue nodded, a manic sort of jerkiness in the motion. Pink placed the tip of the knife, slammed down, and froze.

Blue screamed, then a wild sort of breathing threatened to make her pass out.

Garrett, without a word, went to the cart and found the same executioner's ax he'd used on Yellow day one. He gently moved Pink to the side, hefted the ax, and let it fall, severing Blue's arm just above the failed cut made by Pink. He handed Pink the arm, which still held her knife.

Blue didn't even scream this time. She just looked up at Garrett and mouthed the words ‘thank you'.

Pink, clearly shaken, removed the blade from the segment of Blue's arm and stood there awaiting further orders. Garrett took her in his arms and held her, just for a moment, and whispered,

"It's all right."

Then let go, and went back to the table. He chose a much larger knife than Pink had, but something a bit easier to wield than the ax. When he returned to the ladies, Pink was standing at Blue's head, stroking her hair, tears in her eyes. He said nothing and began on her legs.

First the right leg, since the left arm was gone, it seemed a good balance. The ankle. The knee. He swung the knife hard and hit with precision, making clean cuts. Blue's cries came less and less frequently as he worked his way up the thigh, carving it off one inch at a time.

Pink slapped her face and Garrett looked up to see Blue had lost consciousness for just a moment. He gave Pink an appreciative nod and she went back to stroking Blue's hair.

Garrett lifted the blade for the next swing.

Blue mumbled something.

Garrett set the knife down on the table and walked closer to her face.

"What was that?"

Blue mumbled again, but nothing intelligible. Garrett thought a moment, then,

"Do you need this to end?"

She shook her head.

"Do you need a break?"

She paused, then slowly nodded, but she looked confused. Garrett also looked confused. Pink touched his hand. He looked at her.

"Go on."

Pink swallowed, then said,

"Do you need water?"

Blue nodded.

Garrett took Pink's hand and gave it a little squeeze.

"All we have here is Piss." He almost laughed, but restrained him self. "I'll be right back."

He walked out and returned a moment later with a fresh glass of water. He gestured for Pink to unbind her right hand and they helped her sit up and drink. After a moment, Garrett held her face in his hand and asked,

"Are you ready to continue?"

Blue nodded and laid back down. They didn't re-bind her wrist, Garrett simply cut off her hand next.

Blue screamed again with slightly renewed vigor. He finished removing the arm, and went to her left leg, this time making slightly fewer cuts on the thigh, but still taking his time and enjoying it. He stepped back and took in the sight. Blood was everywhere. Her limbs were scattered, pieces of her littering the floor. And Blue her self was panting and seemed quite delirious, but was still holding on to consciousness.

"My god, you look amazing." He untied his robe and let it fall open, his rock hard dick leaving no uncertainty as to how he felt about the scene. Walking up next to her, he ran his hands over what was left of her body.

"Pink." He gestured for her to kneel and pleasure him, and she did. Kneeling in a pool of Blue's blood, while Blue continued to bleed, Pink took Garrett into her mouth and worshiped him. Every inch of his cock was a sacrament and she intended to have it all. Garrett groaned, his hands still on Blue, gently caressing her breasts. He ran a hand down her stomach, down the dotted line from just beneath her breasts, to just under her navel, and across her stomach forming an inverted cross.

"Perfect." He whispered.

Pink looked up, but continued, and he decided to let her think he meant her. She was doing a very good job after all. He pushed her off him and motioned for her to stand.

"Get your knife back. I have one more job for you."

Pink looked determined, went to fetch the blade and returned to stand before him.

"Not too deep as to damage the intestines. We want those intact and usable." He traced the cross again, and Pink smiled.

She placed her knife at the base of the first line and pushed, shoving up toward Blue's lovely chest. Blue hardly reacted, but still remained conscious. Pink cut across, then put the knife down and reached inside, her hands slipping on coils of intestine. She pulled and all of Blue's soft warm insides came spilling out. Garrett took hand fulls of her and wrapped his cock in the blissful embrace of it. The feeling was almost overwhelming, but he wouldn't finish yet.

"Pink. Make her come."

Obediently, Pink bent forward and buried her face in Blue's bloody cunt, lapping up gore and juices. Blue did react then. Her moans were weak, but definite. Her pleasure was intense. Garrett continued luxuriating in the feeling of her most ultimate sacrifice, her life wrapped around his throbbing cock, her death looming simply for his pleasure. Blue arched her back and cried out in ecstasy, a wild sound unhindered by propriety, the last sound she would ever make. Garrett thrust harder, grinding himself into her and feeling the shaking of her body, and he too succumbed to his pleasure.

Blue was dead. Garrett was spent. Pink was happy. She walked over to him, put her hand on his face and kissed him.