PART 3: "CLIMBING UP THE LADDER"

The next day, Kate showed up at work punctually. She was already naked, as there was no point taking any clothes from home. Once in the waiting room she realized that at least a third of the girls were absent. They probably hadn't survived the day before. Oh well. The waiting room, however, was full of new girls, still dressed and tattoo-free. Was a new campaign starting already? Kate was in a great mood. She had a new purpose in her job, and even the extreme humiliation didn't seem as unbearable as the day before.

Molly entered the waiting room with several men. Kate noticed that the dispatcher had prosthetic feet on both legs instead of just one. She was having some difficulty keeping her balance.

"Sluts, listen up!" she announced. "It turns out there was a typo in the ad design. We need to get rid of you and get new tattoos. You new ones, get undressed and go to the tattoo studio over there. You old sluts, the client doesn't want faulty ads circulating on the streets, so we have to get rid of you."

The men pulled out knives, grabbed naked, tattooed girls, and began slitting their throats. They cut until the gurgling head was separated from the body. They would then throw it on the floor and move on to the next living advertisement. The other girls waited relaxed on the couches, wondering when their turn would come. They made bets among themselves, masturbating openly. Kate watched the growing pyramid of severed heads and felt aroused too. So this is how she’s going to end? With her head severed, being a defective product? She began to fondle her pussy. It was stronger than her. This was the most humiliating death she could imagine. She repeatedly imagined the knife in her worthless throat while her fingers worked inside her womanhood.

As several more heads landed in a heap, Kate was close to orgasm. She had a feeling this last one would be truly intense.

She stopped, however, and pulled her fingers out of her pussy. She felt her body protesting against such unfair treatment, but she refused to continue. She'd made a promise to herself, and she intended to continue down that path until she achieved her goal, or died trying.

She noticed one of the men had set his knife aside to rape one of the severed heads. Molly, meanwhile, was observing the scene with bored expression and checking off the numbers on the ad-removing report.

"Molly, was it?" Kate asked, approaching. "I have a favor to ask."

"What is it, slut? I have a job to do."

***

Mr. Harrison sat in a swivel chair in his office. He was a middle-aged man with a potbelly developed from a sedentary lifestyle. His suit wasn’t the state of fashion but it did the job. He wasn't wearing any pants, however. He was slowly masturbating while watching a live broadcast from his wife on his cell phone.

"I'd like to dedicate this performance to my dad," the girl being recorded said on stage in front of the entire school. "He couldn't make it, but he promised he would watch me online."

When she finished her speech, several men appeared on stage. They began stripping and violently raping her. They very slowly severed various limbs and organs to keep her alive as long as possible. They also invited anyone from the audience to join in.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," the boss ordered, still masturbating.

The office door opened, revealing Kate. The naked woman stepped inside and placed Molly's severed head on the desk. She was holding a knife in the other hand.

"Good morning, Mr. Harrison," she greeted humbly. "I think Molly had an accident."

"Thanks for the information," the boss said. He didn’t look away from his daughter’s torment and continued masturbating. "Now go, I believe you were to be terminated."

"You'll need a new dispatcher," Kate pointed out. "I can fill in. Here, I filled out the report myself."

She placed the report on the murder of the defective girls on the desk. Mr. Harrison gave her a look. A very brief one, because he immediately returned to his daughter being raped and masturbation.

"That's not enough to hire you," he admitted. "I'd rather train some slut from scratch."

"Oh, I know what you need the most."

She lifted her leg and placed it on the desk. This time Mr. Harrison gave her a very long look. Kate gripped the knife handle more firmly and began to cut her leg just above the foot. She hissed in pain, especially as she tried to saw through the bone. However, the boss began to watch her with interest. He began biting his lip, and his hand returned to playing with his member. He completely forgot about his phone and his daughter, who was sure her daddy was closely watching her humiliating final act.

When the foot was separated, Kate took it in her hand, knelt before the man, and began to slide it up and down his member. The boss began to pant with excitement. She masturbated him with her severed foot while letting her imagination run wild. She devised all sorts of ways and combinations, and each position of her foot on the penis only aroused its owner more and more. Kate smiled. She hit the nail on the head with this one. Finally, the boss couldn't hold it in any longer, and a huge stream of semen shot straight onto Kate's face, hand, and foot. He didn't stop pumping until the woman was covered in his seed.

"Fine," he said, feigning indifference. "You're hired."

“Did you see, honey?” the woman on the phone said. “They just cut off our daughter’s head.”

The man paid no attention, however and turned the connection off. He already went off this afternoon.

***

Life had become quite good. A dispatcher's salary allowed for much more than the meager scraps given to living advertisements. And Kate wasn't obligated to get herself killed at the end of her campaign. Now she was subject only to the whims of her boss. Her amputated foot, now replaced with metal prosthetic, was a painful reminder of that.

That warm morning, Kate ate breakfast with her family. The toasts with cheese and meat, which she hadn't had to cut from her own children, tasted delicious. Olivia devoured toast after toast, clearly unable to satisfy her hunger. Her mother sensed her due date was approaching, which pleased her greatly. On the other side of the table, Sam masturbated with Betty's severed head. Kate was thrilled to see her children play nicely together.

Finally, Sam came, and a stream of semen shot across the table in a beautiful lob, straight onto Kate's toast. Her mother smiled at the feat. Very slowly and suggestively, she lifted the food to her mouth and took a bite.

After breakfast, Kate began getting ready for work. She put on her new favorite slutty dress. It was cut to cover only her right breast (the one with the penis, because Mr. Harrison felt uncomfortable fucking her with it visible). Her left breast hung freely, showing off her typo tattoo. The dress was short enough that her pussy was visible from certain angles and certainly accessible to Mr. Harrison’s whim.

"I'm going to work," she announced to the children. "Please take out the trash before you go to school," she asked, pointing to Betty's head and body.

***

This day at work promised to be a pleasant one. Morning billboard tidying was always enjoyable. It was the beginning of the month, and two campaigns were just ending. She sat in a chair and watched as employees decapitated tattooed girls. With one hand, she masturbated, and with the other she marked off the dead girls on the report. This time, she didn't have to limit herself. She reached orgasm several times, so powerful that her juices flew across the room, landing on the severed heads, the living girls, and the employees with knives. She was beyond aroused and wanted everyone to see the details of what she was doing.

The fun couldn't last forever, though. Once all the heads had been correctly separated from the bodies, Kate left the tidying up to the employees and returned to her office to organize the documents. She had a lot to sign. Mr. Harrison told her specifically to just go through everything and not to care, but she preferred to read each one carefully.

***

Kate entered Mr. Harrison's office carrying a stack of documents.

"What's that?" he asked. "Can't you sign it yourself?"

"It's all from the backlog, it needs your signature."

"I have more important things to do than read this crap."

"It's very important," the dispatcher added. "But I can make it more worthwhile," she added seductively, lifting the saw she'd brought.

Mr. Harrison immediately took up the game. He pretended to focus on the documents while she cut her other foot off. Then she began to caress his erection with the severed part in the way she discovered he liked best. The boss automatically signed all the documents, his mind focused on his growing arousal. Finally, he came, and the entire load shot straight onto Kate's face.

The woman, limping because she was resting all her weight on one prosthetic leg, sorted the signed documents and put them in her briefcase. At that moment, someone knocked on the office door. At the boss's request, a young woman Kate had never seen before entered.

"Good morning," she said shyly. "I'm here about the job."

"Very well," the boss replied. "Kate, this is Janett, the new dispatcher. You'll be training her."

"I didn't know we were hiring a new one," the older woman replied. "I'm getting the job done just fine by myself."

"I know. She'll replace you. Teach her everything, and then go to the guys and have them cut off your head or whatever."

"What?” Kate felt her rage rising. “What does she have that I don't?"

"Both feet."

Kate couldn't deny this logic. Fortunately, she had a plan of her own. She hobbled over to the saw she'd left on the desk, approached Mr. Harrison from behind, and began slicing his throat. The boss was so astonished by this behavior that he didn't react. He only wheezed, and two streams of blood shot from his neck, drenching the newcomer. Once the man's head was separated, Kate placed it on the desk like a trophy and shoved the pantless body to the ground. She sat triumphantly in the boss's chair.

"My granddaughter is due in a few weeks," she announced. "I'm not going to let my head get chopped off just like that."

"So... what now?" asked shocked Janett, unsure if this was still part of the job interview.

"I knew you were coming, I read your resume," Kate explained with a sly smile. "Unlike certain someone," she poked her ex-boss’ head, “I read what I sign. Now I own the place.”

She looked at the girl with a look of sinister satisfaction.

"So..." Janett guessed. "You still need a new dispatcher, right?"

"You know... I actually do. Welcome aboard. I'll show you the ropes. But first, get yourself busy down here, slut."

The girl obediently dived between Kate’s legs and started kissing and licking her exposed pussy. Her tongue was doing some serious magic. The new boss moaned in a sudden surge of pleasure.

Kate laughed to herself. She'd outwitted the old man. Now she sat in his place, and the young slut, nestled between her spread legs, brought her to another orgasm. She owned her and every other bitch in this building. Life was good.

***

The sun was warming the hospital parking lot. Kate and Olivia were sitting on a bench waiting for a taxi. The mother was wearing her favorite one-boob dress that revealed part of her humiliating tattoo. Her both feet were replaced by metal prosthetics. Olivia was wearing only a skirt. She was holding her newborn baby to her bare breasts, the baby trustingly drinking her milk.

"This is a beautiful moment," Kate admitted. "This is more than most women dream of: seeing their own granddaughter."

"Isn't it?" Olivia admitted. "So many people wanted to fuck me to death, but I didn't let them. I knew how much it meant to you. I wanted to carry this little one to term."

For a moment, they both looked at the baby tenderly. The silence was becoming more and more awkward.

"Well..." Olivia began. "It was fun while it lasted..."

"So…" her mother asked, forming the proposition in her head. "Do you want to go home and let Sam snuff us?"

"I thought you’d never ask."

A short moment later a taxi pulled up. Olivia got up from the bench, gave the baby a bored look, and then tossed it into a trash can. She and her mother got into the cab and drove home, where the horny boy was waiting for them. They spent the rest of the day and night fucking him, making sure he pumped all his cum into them before they allowed themselves to be brutally mutilated and gutted.