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On the eighth afternoon, while Megan was out running errands, Taylor asked to speak to me.

“Master…” Taylor stands up straight in the center of the living room. As she’s totally uncovered, I notice her fidgeting. “Permission to speak?”

The sadist in me wanted to tease her and say no, but I could tell she was thinking something serious. “Granted. What’s on your mind?”

“Have you decided who you’re going to roast, yet?”

“It’s still a bit early for that, isn’t it?”

Taylor’s fingers clench. She holds them to her chest, resting in the valley of her tits. “Please forgive my impertinence… but I would like to request that you choose me to be your roast. I believe I am more suited for the role, while Megan is more suited to remain by your side as your breeding bitch.”

“Is that your only reason?”

A pause. Slowly, Taylor shakes her head. “No… After seeing Megan like that yesterday, I don’t think I could bear it if she ended up becoming your roast. Despite all that training, I can foresee that I’d end up neglecting my duties to you.”

“Wouldn’t it be the same the other way around?”

Taylor shakes her head again. “Megan has spent her whole life trying to outperform me. I believe that she would view this as her most important victory. She would…”


Her hand reaches down, very slowly. Taylor runs her fingernail up and down her pussy lips.

I reach up and place my hand on her neck. “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes…” A dreamlike whisper. “Until yesterday, I tried not to think about the possibility that I’d be snuffed for you… but now, that’s all I can think about.”

As she spoke, she was stripping me down and guiding my dick into her.

“Please, Master. I want you to snuff me.”

“I’ll think about it.”

-

The following week, Taylor taught everything she knew to Megan. How to ride. How to suck. How to devote everything without dying when she shouldn’t.

After all, going and getting herself killed would deny me the pleasure of doing it.


Megan was clumsy at it, but she was a hard worker. Over the course of four straight days of debauchery. Megan inherited all her sister could give.

The more skilled Megan got, the more careless Taylor acted. And so I punished her. And over time, I had Megan punish Taylor with me.


I had her whip her older sister. I had her fuck Taylor senseless with a strap-on. All the while, Megan’s confidence grew and grew.
Taylor and I were practically co-conspirators. There was only one way this contest was going to go.

And so, the night before the dinner party came just like that.

-

“The winner of the contest is Megan,” I said.

Megan could hardly believe her ears. She runs up to me. “Are you certain, Master? I beat Taylor?”

“Indeed. Surely, you must have anticipated this outcome.”

“I… can’t say I didn’t…” Megan looks over at Taylor— the elder sister’s face was growing redder and redder with each passing second. She is masturbating furiously, sucking the milk from her breasts, totally unconcerned with wearing the role of the perfect older sister any longer.

“Look at her. Only concerned with her own pleasure. How could I ever declare her the winner?”

Megan’s gaze moves between us. When she is distracted, Taylor and I exchange a wink.

“So now, Megan. As the victor, you have the right to decide. Will you become my breeding bitch, or will you be snuffed and served as tomorrow’s roast?” As I spoke, I slowly handed her a meat cleaver.

“Taylor…” Megan looks as her sister, then down at the cleaver, then back at her sister. “That’s no good, Taylor. You deserve to be punished. Someone like you isn’t worthy by Master’s side.” And she looks back to me, and bows her head. “Please, Master. Accept me as your breeding bitch.”

Taylor cums. I pat Megan on the head. “Of course. Let’s prepare your sister for roasting.”

Megan and I throw Taylor onto the chopping block, face up, presenting her body to me and her neck to her sister.

“Wait until I give the word. I want to taste your sister one more time.”

“As you wish, my beloved Master.”

Taylor looks up at me, inviting me, spreading her pussy with her fingers and pulling me tight with her other hand.


I fuck her. Indeed, there are no more pretenses between us conspirators. The plan has gone smoothly without a hitch, and this is our time to revel in our genius. Taylor wraps her thick, meaty thighs around me, coiling around me like the serpent she is. She pulls me in for a sloppy kiss.

White hot passion escapes her lips as sonorous moans. I choke her neck to silence her, and while it makes her moans softer, the pleasure seems more abundant. Taylor combines her elegant skill with unchained submission. She knows that it’s her final chance to pleasure me, and she wants to die knowing she did a good job.

And what a job she’s doing.


I can feel myself getting close. I keep pounding, but I release my chokehold on her. “Is there anything you’d like to say to your sister before she cuts your head off?”

“Yes—” Taylor muffles a pleasured scream. “I hope you’ll be the best bitch our Master ever has.”

“But of course…”

“And also, I love you, Megan. I love you so much.”

Megan just stares. For a moment, her resolve is truly wavering. Both Taylor and I know we have to end this.

“And finally…” Taylor chokes up. An orgasmic cry interrupts her final words. “Master, I’m coming!”

I lift up her hips and drill harder. “Get ready, Megan!”

“I’m coming! Please kill me! Please, please, Megan! Cut my fucking head off—”


Megan doesn’t wait for my cue. She slams the cleaver straight through her sister’s neck, sending Taylor’s head flying. As Megan catches it, the rest of Taylor’s body convulses wildly. Her pussy’s deaths spasms bring me to orgasm and I pour it right into Taylor’s dying womb. Her breasts are spraying milk everywhere, her neck stump is spraying blood everywhere, her pussy is spraying her juices everywhere.

And then eventually, Taylor’s corpse rides out her last climax and comes to a final stillness.

I look over and see Megan making out with Taylor’s head— returning the favor, perhaps, from Megan’s own near-death. One week ago seems like a distant memory.

-

Name: Misaka
Age: 22
Traits: Confident and playful. A daredevil.
Setting: Your girlfriend Misaka has always enjoyed dangerous sex where she might be killed if she can’t make you cum. So you and her arrive at her family’s private beach, she proposes a game: If she can’t make you cum during underwater sex, you don’t have to let her breathe. Misaka doesn’t seem to mind losing.