“You know I heard a rumour,” the old lady grinned a little impishly as she looked Lydia up and down, missing one breast but still looking like a delicious treat, “in my younger days, that is, that if a girl’s special parts got cut off while she was experiencing an orgasm, it would never end because the nerves would no longer be there to send a message to the brain that it was over! Is that true?”

“I’d say there’s only one way to find out!” Mollie chuckled. “Are you happy to do the honours?”

“Oh, very much so!” Mrs O’Sullivan stepped forward, egged on by her friends and family and slipped her warm, wrinkled but surprisingly soft fingers up inside Lydia, massaging her clit with her thumb as she gently slid them in and out, curled just right to hit that special spot inside.

“Dang!” Mollie chuckled. “You certainly seem to know what you’re doing!”

“Oh, dear child!” the cheeky grandmother grinned. “You don’t get to my age without learning a thing or two along the way! Oh…” She caught herself, realising what the comment could come across as insensitive since neither Mollie or Natasha and certainly not Lydia would be living to see another birthday, let alone celebrate as many as her. “No offence intended!”

“And definitely none taken!” Mollie assured her as Lydia’s breathing intensified. She may not be able to truly register pain any more, or at least not understand it properly in any practical sense, but it was very clear that she could still feel pleasure! “Right!” she grinned, as her young colleague began to squirm against her bindings, clearly seconds away from an explosive climax. “Do you want to make the cut or should I?”

“Oh, you’d better do it, dear.” Mrs O’Sullivan smiled. “I may have my talents but that’s one are where you’re definitely the expert!”

“As you wish!” Mollie giggled. “Okay, on three, then! One, two… Three!” In a single, fluid movement, Mrs O’Sullivan pulled her fingers out of Lydia’s tight, seventeen year old cunt and pinched her hard clit as hard as she could, sending her absolutely over the edge into the most powerful orgasm of her relatively short life. In the same moment, Mollie cut deeply around her plump fillet, cutting out an oval of her lips and public mound then used the short-bladed knife to lever the meat away from her body. Lydia cried out but it was a cry of absolute ecstasy rather than any kind of pain or distress. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her body almost violently. Pleasure more intense than she thought possible! “I’d say the rumour is proved true!” Mollie grinned triumphantly as she lay the prestige cut of meat carefully onto the grill. Who’s next?”

Under Mollie’s watchful eye and with her assistance when needed, Lydia’s other breast quickly joined the first on the grill, followed in short order by thick slices of rump and thigh. One lady asked if she might have an eye, explaining that she had tried one on holiday and really enjoyed it. Carefully, using the handle of a tea-spoon, Mollie popped Lydia’s right eye out of its socket and let the guest who had requested it cut the optic nerve herself.

“Miss Mollie! Miss Mollie!” she heard the Poppy and Lydia calling in something close to panic from the pot. Looking over, she realised that Cole had left them unattended and, from where she stood, she could not see Selena at all.

“Are you okay to take over here?” she asked Doug.

“I’ll keep an eye on the grill.” Natasha volunteered. “My tit’s nearly ready but I can eat and turn the meat at the same time.” Passing the tools to Doug, Mollie thanked the young teen and walked briskly over to the stew pot to see what was going on. A couple of meters away, she realised the problem.

“Miss Mollie!” Poppy called out to her, waving both arms wildly like a castaway trying to catch the attention of a passing ship. “Selena’s passed out and she’s getting hair in the stew!” The twelve year old was indeed slumped face-down in the bubbling red stew, arms bobbing gently on the surface and hair spreading out around her head like a wispy black halo.

“Don’t panic!” Mollie spoke soothingly, reaching for a protective glove from the equipment box close to the side of the pot. It was thick and black and went all the way up to her elbow. Not the prettiest or most lady-like of accessories and not exactly on-theme but it would at least protect her hand from the searing heat. Reaching in, with the two younger girls looking on in awe from the far side of the pot, she grabbed hold of Selena’s hair close to the scalp and yanked her head backwards. Her face rose up out of the stew, eyes rolled back and mouth lolling open, the red good running slowly down her face and out the corners of her mouth onto her budding chest which was also lifted out a little way then Mollie carefully rested her head back against the edge of the pot. “She did take quite a beating before she went into the pot.” Mollie observed, reasoning out loud to explain to herself and the pre-teen’s pot-mates why she had been the first to succumb despite being nearly twice the age of the younger two who seemed badly scalded but still quite full of life for the time being. “Don’t get me wrong,” she grinned at them, “she took it like a champ but there’s really only so much a body can take!” She glanced rather pointedly over at Lydia who was now well on the way to being quite literally half the girl she once was.

“What are you going to do?” Tara asked.

“Are you going to cut her head off?” suggested Poppy.

“And put it on the spike?” Tara added excitedly.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do!” Mollie grinned. “Glad to see you two were paying attention!” Some of the guests, noticing the excitement, had wandered over to take a look, passing the time while their Lydia steaks grilled, while others were still waiting in line with varying degrees of patience to select and harvest their cut. “Too bad she got so messy! I wonder if there’s a hose or something we could…”

“I can fetch a watering can?” one of the male guests suggested helpfully. “I saw one round the back by the door to the toilets!”

“Brilliant!” Mollie thanked him. “Just make sure you fill it up fresh from a tap! Hate to think someone might have got caught short! I know some people are into that but…” There were chuckles from the guests and slightly confused looks from the two stewing seven year olds as the man ran off, pleased to be helpful and hoping it might earn him some points with the pretty, stark naked, busty read-head caterer! “While he does that,” she smiled, “I have just the tool for the job in here!” She opened the box again, still wearing the black glove, and took out a large, sharp-bladed machete. “What do you think?” she asked, giving it a few practice swishes then rolling it around her hand like a samurai sword. This tool was definitely more on-theme than the glove!

“Wow!” both girls exclaimed together, their eyes wide. Grinning, Mollie approached Selena’s limp body and lifted her by the hair once more, exposing her cute little titties to the guests for a final time, then with her other hand, swung the machete at her thin neck, cutting through it with three chops. Just as the man returned with the watering can, filled with fresh tap water and thankfully nothing else, Mollie held the severed head aloft and the decapitated body sank below the surface of the stew with a slurping sound and thick, gloopy bubbles. Now that the head was off, Mollie carefully laid the bloody blade on the grass, took the soup-covered head and stuck it firmly only the first spike, earning her some applause from the guests. Thanking the man with a business-flirtatious smile, she took the watering can and used it to shower off the head, rinsing the soup from Selena’s long dark hair and pretty face. With what was left, she cleaned the machete blade and dried it with a cloth from the box. She was about to put it away for the time being, back in the box, when she was surprised by Tara calling out excitedly:

“Do me next!”


To be continued...