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In my room, Alice and Jane stand at the foot of my bed, their clothes in two piles by their feet, juices dripping from their slits. At the sight of me, the younger sister, Jane, lets out a slight gasp. Her older sister, Alice, half-tackles me and throws her arms around me.

“Are you finally going to do it, Master?” Her innocent brown eyes sparkle with anticipation. “Are you going to kill us?”

“That’s right. Today’s the day.”

Both of them turn bright red.

“I can’t believe! I’ve been masturbating to this ever since you cooked Mom…” A dreamy sigh. Alice looks across the room. “I want you to hang me— No… spit me— no… guillotine me—"

“Alice, don’t be rude to Master. Slaves don’t—“

Before Jane can finish her sentence, I spank Alice on her ass. “Your sister’s right. Since when does a slave get to order around her master?”

“Ah! I’m very sorry!”

I click my tongue and peel her soft, nubile body from mine. “We’ll start with Jane. As for you, Alice…”

Alice scrambles back to take her place next to her twin. Side-by-side, their bodies really are perfect.

“I’ll decide on your punishment later. For now, fetch that knife over there. I’d better not catch you touching or cutting yourself.”

“Yes, Master!”

“And you, Jane.” I step over to my bed and lie down. “Ride me.”

“Y-Yes!”


Jane climbs over me. Her breathing is already heavy. Her plump breasts jiggle with each uncertain motion. As her knees settle around me, she wraps her dainty fingers around my penis and prepares to break her hymen— but I stop her.

“Wait.”

On the other side of the room, Alice has picked out the knife I asked her to, a serrated dagger nearly the length of her forearm. As she returns, I make eye contact with her, to make sure I have her undivided attention.

And then, I pull Jane in for a deep kiss. In the same motion, I impale her pussy. I invade her mouth with my tongue. She moans back. Tears roll down her eyes, and droplets of blood roll down from her slit.

“I-I can’t believe this is really happening…” She rolls her hips, riding with everything she can give. I recognize her movements. Jane was always a good student, and she’d always taken after her mother.

“You’ve learned well from your mother.”

“T-Thank you, Master. I tried my b-bes—ahhh!” A bolt of pleasure tears through her. As the orgasm ripples through her, Jane collapses against me, pressing her titties against my chest. Once it subsides, Jane looks at me with tears forming again in her eyes. “M-My deepest apologies, Master! I tried my best… but it wasn’t enough…”

I wipe her tears. “That’s alright. We all make mistakes. Your training is obvious.” I kiss her lips again. “Since you’re so skilled, it seems like a shame to kill you.”

In that instant, Jane’s eyes water again. Her mouth wavers. “I-I-If that’s what Master wishes…”

I feel bad almost immediately. “I’m only teasing, my dear. A good girl like you deserves her reward.” I prop her back up and look to Alice.

Alice is a mess. Panting and wheezing, rubbing her fingers on her womb, just shy of her labia. She had placed the knife at arm’s length from her, no doubt, to help resist the temptation to do anything else to get further in my bad graces.

“Alice. At my command, slit your sister’s throat.”

“Yes, Master!”

“And you, Jane…” I felt up the underside of her boobs. “A good girl deserves a proper send-off.”

“Thank you, Master. I… I love you, Master!” Jane hesitates, and then, uncharacteristically bold of her, she kisses me. Before I can respond, she starts riding again, this time, with her whole body. She holds nothing back. She’s energized. She’s desperate. She’s panting and heaving. As her tits swing in my face, I see an immense pride swell up in her eyes.

At the same time, I can feel the pressure build up in my dick. Jane’s pussy is spasming. Her thrusts get more uneven.

“Get ready, Alice.”

“Yes, Master!”

Jane moans, and moans. In that instant, I know I’m going to cum, too. She screams. I pump her womb with my semen.

“Master, I”m coming! Master, I’m com—”

“Alice, do it!”

Alice runs the knife across her sister’s throat. Hot blood pours out of the cut, dripping down her breasts. Working the knife back and forth, Alice saws her sister’s head clean off— Jane’s final orgasm still hazing over her mind. Her corpse maintains some of her premortem dedication, still rocking back and forth and milking out as much sperm as she can with her dying pussy spasms.

Always eager to please her Master.