Part 3/3

John and Mave were sitting at the table together, doing taxes. Living in one’s own house wasn’t all sex and fun, as it seemed. They were both naked though, as this task was so boring, they couldn’t help themselves but to distract themselves fucking for a good hour, before they decided to return to it. As the redhead emptied her husband’s testicles dry, they had no more excuse. The only garment Mave wore was her black eyepatch.

Suddenly, the front door opened. Valentina entered the house, slammed the door behind, and stormed down the hall toward the stairs. John and Mave followed her with their eyes. Then they looked at each other.

"I'll talk to her," the father suggested.

He got up from the table, went upstairs, and cautiously approached his daughter's bedroom door.

"Val? Is everything okay?"

He waited a moment for a reaction, but there was none.

"Val, did something happen on the date?"

Still nothing. He decided this was one of those moments when he needed to give his daughter some space.

“If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. I can…”

At that moment, however, the door opened. The girl let her father in. Her makeup was ruined. It was obvious she'd been crying. John sat down on the bed next to her.

“He dumped me!” she finally screamed. “We were walking when suddenly that busty Travis came up and asked if he wanted to fuck her, and he immediately said we were done and went with her!”

John said nothing. He decided to let his daughter finish talking before she jumped to conclusions.

“Of course, I wouldn't mind him fucking her,” she continued. “I would love to lick her pussy myself. But he looked me in the eye and dumped me!”

“He didn't even snuff you.”

“Right?! What a jerk! He doesn't have the courage to end a relationship properly!”

Angered, Val clung to her father and began to cry again.

“I wanted to get snuffed at prom so much,” she wailed. “Nobody wants to kill me…”

John let her cry.

“If you want, I can sign you up as a meat slut in my company,” he offered, after her emotions had subsided a bit.

“That’s no fun,” she said with disgust. “Remember when Lucia volunteered?”

“Your sister? Sure.”

“That was booooring. She couldn’t even be alive during the grilling.”

“We have health regulations for a reason…”

“I don’t want to die just like that. I want my death to be important to someone. To someone equally important. Like mom and you.”

“You’re important to me,” her father admitted, trying to understand the teenager’s twisted logic.

“Thanks, Dad, you’re a sweetheart.”

She embraced him and kissed him. For a moment, their tongues touched and they began to make out lustfully. Val, however, didn’t take it any further. She pulled away after a moment and looked at her father with a faint smile.

"I appreciate your efforts, but I want to be snuffed on my own terms. Now, if you'll excuse me. Roxy's streaming as she’s snuffing her mom, and I don't want to miss that."

John kissed his daughter, gently this time. He smiled. Val had failed, but at least she knew what she wanted. Living in the house on a hill has boosted her confidence this much. She was an adult now and could handle herself, even in these difficult situations. When he left the room, she had already taken off her shirt and was fondling her breasts while opening her laptop.

He went downstairs, where his wife and dreaded taxes awaited him.


***


John was sitting in his office, organizing his paperwork. All the day's business had been taken care of, and he was getting ready to leave. However, a knock on the door interrupted his work. Daria, his incredibly sexy secretary, peeked in.

"Hey, boss," she said, "Two things before you leave."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember," her superior replied automatically. "If you've finished your report, you can go hang yourself."

"Thank you," Daria replied, blushing.

"And the other thing?"

"You have visitors. Do you want me to let them in?"

John nodded, and the secretary stepped aside to let Roderick and his family through.

"So, how's our newlywed doing?" he asked cheerfully.

"Thank you, very well," John replied, knowing it was just small talk before the real deal. "We're going out for a romantic dinner tonight."

"You haven't snuffed her yet?" his father-in-law laughed.

“I'm not going to kill her,” the man replied, slightly offended. “I love her very much and want to be with her until the end.”

“The same as with Maria?” Sive asked with a sly smile.

“That's completely different…”

“And the same as with Betty?” the secretary asked, stripping naked. “Or with Jane?”

“Get off me, will you?”

Everyone except John laughed, but they didn't want to push him too far.

“I'll tell you what brings me here.” His father-in-law changed the subject, embracing his daughters. “I wanted to leave you these three for meat.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Sive and I decided we wanted to go on vacation without the kids.”

“They're grown, they can take care of themselves when…”

John stopped short, catching the gaze of the three red-haired girls. They were staring intently at him and practically shaking their heads to stop him from finishing the thought.

“Sure, let us sign the sales invoice and we’ll be on our way.”

After signing the documents, John led his wife's family to the production floor. It was a good moment to show how everything worked there. He entered, passed several employees being given blowjobs by naked Daria, and approached a large bin.

"Please strip and throw your clothes in here."

The girls obeyed. Sive, seeing her daughters in such a humiliating situation, began fondling her breasts with one hand. The other went to her husband's crotch.

"The entire system is automated," John explained. "I just have to input you into the system and the mechanism will do the rest."

He attached a harness to one of the girl’s legs and pressed a button. The girl was snatched from the floor, turned upside down, and a conveyor belt dragged her above the production floor. There, a specially prepared blade slit her throat and severed her hands. The choking girl was helpless as all the blood poured out of her into the drum below. The next step involved cutting open her abdomen, and a mechanical arm extracted her intestines and tossed them into a metal container. The prepared body was then transported to the freezer.

"So, who’s next?"

The remaining two girls practically fought for the next spot. John sent both into the machine, where their throats were slit, their intestines disemboweled, and their bodies transported for further use.

When the show ended, John led the guests outside. Along the way, they passed workers hanging Daria on a cable from the ceiling. They did this slowly to avoid breaking her neck. This left the girl in a long agony of asphyxiation.

Outside, John said goodbye to his in-laws and happily headed back to the house on a hill. Sive, however, was the happiest. With her daughters gone, now her husband could snuff her peacefully during the holidays. She only hoped it would be a long and painful night.


***


John, Mave, and Valentina were sitting together in the garden of a cozy seaside restaurant. The man was dressed in a loose T-shirt and shorts. The redheaded woman wore a flowing green dress. An eye patch covered her left eye socket. The daughter was dressed in rather unflattering sweatpants and a tank top.

The charming waitress flirted with the man every time she came to serve their table. This didn't go unnoticed by Mave.

"You could totally fuck her," she said.

"Wouldn't you rather want me to fuck you?" John asked, surprised.

"You're always fucking me, give yourself a change."

The man shrugged.

"Mave, you were going to tell us about your parents," he changed the subject.

"Oh, right," his wife remembered. "Dad called. He sent me a picture from vacation."

She took out her cell phone and searched for the image. It showed Roderick, in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, posing under several palm trees with his wife's severed head under his arm.

"A lot has changed, he said," the redhead continued. "Dad decided to retire and travel the world. And you won't believe it: he deeded his mansion over to me."

"That's wonderful news!" John rejoiced. “We’ll have so much room for our children.”

“Yeah, children…” repeated Mave not exactly enthusiastically.

They stopped as the waitress approached them again. She smiled sweetly at the man.

"Do you need anything else?" she asked.

"No..." John began.

"Yes," Mave interrupted. "My husband really wanted to see your tits, but he's too shy to ask."

Valentina started to choke, trying not to burst out laughing, and John was too shocked to protest. The waitress blushed and almost immediately began unbuttoning her shirt. She eagerly opened it, revealing her ample, perfectly shaped breasts.

“Come on, touch it,” the redhead urged.

John raised his hand and, before he realized what he was doing, began stroking the waitress's curves. But then he withdrew his hand.

“Oh, someone's shy,” the waitress murmured, stroking his face. “But here, that's a different story,” she added, caressing his crotch with the other hand.

Mave lifted her dress and began stroking her pussy. She smiled at Val, who was also starting to get aroused. Even the restaurant owner came out to watch. He cut off one of the other waitresses' head and started masturbating with it. John shrugged. He might as well have fun.

He removed the girl's shirt and began to caress her breasts and sides with his hands. Their lips met in a long, lewd kiss. It lasted for a while. The tension grew steadily. Val moaned with excitement, watching them. She was now completely naked and masturbating furiously. Mave set a more leisurely pace.

"You're such a good kisser," the waitress sighed.

"He's the best at it," Mave praised.

"Now it's my turn."

She kissed him on the lips. Then his chin, then his neck. Her kisses moved lower and lower. When she reached his crotch, she removed his pants, freeing his hard penis. She began kissing it and caressing it with her tongue. This went on for an incredibly long while, sending John into ecstasy.

"Wow, she's good too," Mave praised. "Are you sure you don't want her as your wife?"

"I don't want to rob you of him," the waitress laughed.

"No problem, honey," the redhead replied politely. "You can just snuff me, can’t you? I’m not really a mother type anyway."

John removed the waitress's pants and began to work on her pussy. She moaned with pleasure and began kissing him again. Finally, John rose, sat the girl on the table, and entered her with great force. She allowed him to penetrate her, looking Mave straight in the eyes. Both were already deeply aroused. They smiled at each other.

"He's rich," the redhead suggested. "And if he gets rid of me, he'll own a huge mansion."

"Oh, really?"

The girl wasn't that keen, but she continued the game nevertheless. She pushed John away from her, sat him on a chair, and began riding him herself. She looked him straight in the eyes. He couldn't hold that lust-filled gaze for long. He felt he was about to come.

But at that moment, the waitress pulled him out.

"Oh no, baby," she said. "You'll only come when I let you."

At that moment, Val couldn't take it anymore and climaxed. The silence of the restaurant was broken by the sound of her juices spilling across the cobblestones. Mave was also caressing herself, but every time she got close to climax, she stopped. Subconsciously, she was saving herself for later.

The waitress took complete control. She rode the man in various positions, but each time he started to come, she stopped and caressed him in a different way. Once, John tried to take control, crushing her into the table and finishing, but again, she let him have his fun only long enough for him to feel the climax building. Constantly on edge, the man began to lose his mind. But he wasn't the only one.

"Just kill me already!" Mave screamed. "I can't hold it anymore!"

John wasn’t thinking. He was at the point he would do anything to get off. He grabbed the knife and looked into his wife's approving face. Very slowly, he inserted the blade into her good eye. Blood spurted out with pressure as he pressed. When the blade reached her brain, the redhead had the most intense orgasm of her life. Her pussy squirted with immense force, and her body spasmed uncontrollably. When she finished, she was dead.

The waitress rewarded John with a long, passionate kiss. She then returned to sex and driving him to the edge. She constantly looked at him with a confident gaze. Only after several more minutes did the man sense her weakness. He grabbed her to her feet, pinned her against the wall, and, choking her, entered her pussy, fucking her furiously while she embraced him with her legs. The panting woman climaxed and began to lose consciousness. Before that happened, however, she felt John pumping gallons of cum into her.

For a moment longer, they stared into each other's eyes until the tension subsided. The man finally released her and pulled out of her. The girl fell on the cobblestone, exhausted. A mixture of cum and her own juices began to flow profusely from her pussy.

"So, do you want to come over?" John suggested. “For a second round? I’m currently single.”

“Mansion, hmm?” the waitress smiled to herself. “Boss, can I take the rest of the evening off?”

“I was about to close anyway,” the restaurant owner admitted.

The man sat naked at one of the tables. The show his employee had given him had caused him to kill the rest of the girls working there, as well as some female guests, as he couldn't get enough. Beside him, on the table, laid a small pile of severed heads, each covered in semen.

All three of them stood up. They didn't feel like getting dressed. They decided to go home naked. John picked up Mave's body, carried it to the back of the restaurant, and threw it in a dumpster. He and the girls left the restaurant. They walked slowly. John had practically no strength left, and the waitress's legs trembled with every step.

“What are we going to do about the house on a hill?” Valentina asked. “It was very comfy.”

“I have an idea…”


***


Bill and Sofia were viewing a house. It was a newly renovated two-story building in a very good neighborhood. Built on top of a hill, it was the pride of the neighborhood. It had four bedrooms, a modern living room, and a spacious kitchen. It also had a large garden with a swimming pool. It had been waiting for new tenants for a long time, but the couple was almost decided.

Valentina observed the potential tenants, noting that they liked both the building and its price. She tenderly stroked her pregnant belly. She suspected she'd been impregnated during that fateful housewarming party, but whoever the father was, she had no idea.

The couple viewing the house were very different from each other. Sofia was a petite blonde with small breasts, dressed in a slinky dress. Bill, on the other hand, was a muscular black man dressed in shorts and a tank top. His crotch was bulging to the brim, and Val bit her lip every time she saw him. This didn't escape Sofia's attention.

“It's very cozy here,” the man admitted. “We've decided to rent it.”

“Very good,” the girl replied, snapped out of her trance. “I still need to ask a few questions before we sign the agreement.”

She interviewed the new tenants but didn't register any responses. While she spoke with Bill, Sofia ran her finger over his crotch, stretching the fabric of his shorts to the point of tearing, and watched her reaction.

“Congratulations on the new house,” Val said once they had completed the paperwork. “It's a very cozy place. I've lived here myself. Do you have any other questions?”

“Yes,” Sofia replied.

She approached the landlady and began to stroke her cheek. The girl was shaking with excitement and would let her do anything with her at that moment.

“We're having a housewarming party,” the blonde finished. “Want to come over?”