Murder Inc., Part 3 - by Kimnikki

Murder Inc.
Part 3

I sat in my room where Carl and Frank had taken me, waiting for my death to begin. I had slipped off the robe and sat cross-legged on the bed. I was slowly and gently running my fingers along the lips of my pussy, keeping myself just on the edge of excitement, my mind reviewing what I had seen. I had dreamed of this moment for five years, and waited for it for five excruciating months once I knew it was going to happen.

I was still very nervous and more than a little scared, but my need for my death and the pain that would accompany it was far stronger. I sat there, stroking my pussy, dreaming of what was to come. Where as only two hours before these thoughts had terrified me now they filled me with longing. I was ready, more than ready for my life to be ended. Now my death could be glorious, and the legacy I had planned would not be wasted. No one might get it, but that would not be because of me.

"Well, you certainly seem to have gone through a change of heart ... so to speak." I turned to the door and there was Carl. Standing behind him was Frank or least I assumed it was Frank and Carl ... there couldn't be four men that big in this place. I had to assume because they had on smooth masks that had a slightly sad expression on them but very little actual features. They appeared to be very tight fitting, and the only part of their faces that were exposed was their mouths. They were still in the same uniform, except they were all in white now, as was the face on the masks.

As they moved further into the room the masks suddenly seemed to disappear. I stared at them both, and they started to chuckle. "Pretty nifty, huh?" Frank said. "The Boss came up with these from some place; we've learned not to ask where she gets this stuff. When you're less than ten feet away the masks seem to disappear." When he got close to me I could see the slight gleam of the mask and its edges. Now how the heck did they do that?

"Why do you have them on?" I asked.

"They've already started filing in and this IS illegal after all, so we have to wear the masks so they can't see our faces," Frank told me. "But we wanted our clients to see our faces, and you especially, so we use these."

"We've got something for you to take before your show starts Kim," Carl said. He held up a small syringe, with some dark pink substance in it.

"Oh no you don't," I said flatly. "I don't want any drugs dulling this ... I can only have it once and I know exactly what I want." Now that I was ready, these two walking trucks did not scare me so much anymore.

Carl smiled at the steel in my voice. "Jesus ... I can't wait till we start Kim, you're going to be something special. But believe me, you are going to need this. What you want done will put you into shock very quickly, I don't care what shape you're in. This will kill your pain a little, but will also help you last. It's a ... special stimulant ... that will keep you going longer. You should last to the very end of your show, maybe even a little bit longer." Carl gave me a smile that was both sad and excited at the same time. I had also noted the slight pause when he tried to come up with a name for whatever was in that needle.

"That's impossible. There's no way I could last to the very end, Carl, let alone beyond it. You don't have to make me feel better anymore. I'm not so scared now." I smiled at him, taking his huge hand in mine. I felt like a little girl beside these two.

"No, it's not impossible, just improbable. This is another one of those 'Boss' things Kim. This stuff will ... support ... your heart and your brain. I've got no idea how its works, but I've seen it used three or four times and it really does work. You can lose almost all the blood in your body and still be conscious and your heart will keep beating. And it seems to stop shock dead in its tracks. It will dull the pain a little, I won't lie about that, but you'll feel everything we do Kim. And isn't that what you really want? Don't you especially want to see if someone gets your legacy? I know that was the idea that I loved the most."

I thought about it for a moment or two, then held out my arm. "Yes, that IS what I want." Frank didn't bother with a pressure cuff; he just gave my arm a good squeeze until a vein came up. I gasped at the pain but did not pull away. Carl lined up the needle, then gave my arm a jab. It hurt, but it was such a little pain that I hardly noticed. Then he pushed the plunger and whatever it was was pushed into my veins.

In seconds I felt its effects. My heart started to race, my head got dizzy, and I fell back against Frank. "Easy does it Kim," he said, "it'll only last a few minutes while it adjusts your body." I leaned against him, breathing heavily as the substance raced through my body. But in a few minutes my heart slowed to normal and the dizziness left.

"Whew ... what was in that?" I was still breathing heavily, and I could almost feel it in my body, doing something to me.

"To give the short description ... it is poison." This new voice came from the doorway. She stood there, wearing the same clothes as Frank and Carl, except that the metallic trim was all in gold instead of silver. I could not see her face through the mask at this distance but she was quite tall in her heels, six feet at least, and had long raven black hair that shone in the lights.

"Poison?" I felt my heart skip a beat. That was definitely not part of the plan.

"Yes, but don't worry it won't kill you. It won't have time. If you take this, and then don't lose a great deal of blood very soon it will eventually cause your heart to race until it explodes. That is why we asked if you wanted the full package deal. Now it really is late too back out. But I knew you wouldn't anyway." She said, leaning against the door. The mouth I could see had full red lips and very pale white skin. I felt sure she would be a stunning beauty. Her voice had a warm exotic accent that I could not place, but its timbre made my pussy respond.

"Well Boss, she's all prepared ... we can start anytime she's ready," Frank said still holding me.

"Well My Lady, are you ready?", she asked me. I tried to see her face, but she was still too far away.

No matter how much I wanted this, I could not stop the slight tremble in my voice, "Yes, I'm ready. Let's do it." I pulled on the robe then held out my shaking hands to Frank and Carl, and they took them in their massive paws.

"Don't worry. Kimberly, this is going to be incredible. I'm never wrong about these things," the raven locked woman said. "This will be the most incredible moment of your entire life. I promise it." She said this as if it were a statement of fact, like saying 'the sky is blue'.

" 'The Boss is never wrong'? " I quoted. I saw her face smile behind the mask.

"About the death I cause? Never, Kimberly." For some reason, that smile combined with her voice made my pussy quiver. "Let's go, Kimberly, your guests are waiting."

I felt a strange sense of pride and strength as I walked out with Frank and Carl and their Boss towards the stage.

When I went thought the door, the stage was all prepared. Dressed all in white was Judy, and I could see Cyndi, without a mask off stage at a large control panel, which evidently controlled the cameras. I could hear scattered conversation from the other side of the curtain. I smiled when I realised that most of it was doubt of whether it was really going to happen. The idea of all those eyes on me as my life was taken from me made my heart flutter.

I looked around at the various screens, each showing me from a slightly different angle. In some I was even looking straight into my own face when I looked at them. Although the stage lights were on, providing the screens enough light to work, the light from the dozens of candles gave everything a soft golden glow. The equipment that was going to be used was there but much of it, especially the finale, was now covered with long white sheets. I was led to a central position on the stage, so that I would be right in the middle when the curtain went up.

"The Boss" had carefully kept her distance from me when she was facing me, so I still had not seen her face. I was about to ask her to take the mask off for a bit when she seemed to read my mind, "You'll see me, but I want you to have a little suspense. I promise you'll see me before the end."

Carl and Frank were still holding my hands when Judy walked up behind me. She pulled the hood up over my head, hiding my face, then put her hands on my shoulders, giving them a little squeeze. "Say when you're ready, Kim, and then we get started." Her voice was filled with excitement, and her hands trembled almost as much as mine.

I stood for a few moments, looking around at the stage and the people here. No matter which way I turned or looked, one of the screens gave me a good clear view of my robed body. I gave Frank's and Carl's hands one last squeeze, then dropped them.

"I'm ready ... oh God how I'm ready."

With that Carl and Frank stepped back a bit along with Judy, leaving me alone as the centrepiece on the stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," I heard the Boss' voice say, "we are now ready." Then the curtain began to slowly rise. I heard the audience gasp as the curtain rose and the scene was revealed and then you could have heard a pin drop as total silence fell.

The club itself was very nice, done in dark greens and browns with soft lighting. There were several tables, each of which had its own alcove, the dark colours and soft lighting giving each table a feeling of privacy. It was quite dark out there but I could make out that some twenty people, only about half the number I had invited, were sitting at the tables.

Almost all were sitting alone; there were only three couples. MurderInc. had taken care of that for me after I told them which nicknames I wanted to be here. There were actually more than I had expected to accept this offer. It's one thing to play snuff online, it's another to watch it actually happen. At that I was pretty sure that most of these people didn't really believe that what they were going to see was real. All of them were wearing masks of various types, normal masks that completely hid their faces except for their eyes. I had insisted on being able to see the eyes.

There were more women then men out there and I wondered which name went with which mask. I knew a few of the faces from pics, but I could not see any of them now. I could not help but wonder if any of them truly understood, truly knew, what was going to happen here. I could see that all of them had bottles of champagne and glasses at their tables.

I felt a thrill of surprise when I saw that on the back wall of the club were three more giant screens, one showing a close up of my face, rigged like the other's so that I was looking into my own eyes.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, for the few of you who don't know her full name this is Kimberly Nichola Swinamer and despite your doubts we are here tonight to kill her." The Boss' richly accented voice filled the room. "As you already know, each of you was invited to witness this by my organisation at Kimberly's request. I am sure many of you think that this is some kind of special effect show, but it is not; this is very very real. We are going to kill Kimberly while you watch it happen."

I stood very still, my hands the only things trembling now. I was going to go through with this, but once again my fear was getting stronger. Not stronger than my desire, not anywhere near strong enough to make me stop, but it was growing. I felt my heart begin to pick up a bit, but not very much. I looked around the room again, and could see that despite the fact that the Boss was the one speaking every single pair of eyes was glued to me.

"But this is NOT for you. Having you here is part of her fantasy, as is every single item on this stage and all of the people you see here, including myself. She may be the one who will be dead by the end of the show but that is because she has requested it." I could feel all those eyes on my body and that felt very good. My excitement was growing as well as my fear.

"I will not tolerate any interruptions from anyone," the Boss continued. "If you can not see, then move to where you can, so long as you do not come up on stage. If you feel you can not stand to watch her slowly die or to watch her suffer, then leave quietly." Frank and Carl came up to stand on either side of me. "If you disrupt what is happening on this stage and cause any interruptions of Kimberly's fantasy, I will have my associates remove you from the club." Her richly accented voice had a cold note of steel in it, one that along with the two monsters at my sides caught everyone's attention, even mine.

"This is her fantasy, Ladies and Gentlemen, not yours. While watching this may be a fantasy for you, remember that this is all for HER, not you." I looked over at her, her face still hidden in the mask, and smiled. For all the fact that what these people did was murder, she was honestly concerned that this would be the fantasy I wanted. "I am sure many of you will be very excited, and that is to be expected. But if you try to disrupt what is happening, by making loud, lurid suggestions of what to do, by calling her ugly names, by trying to take a hand yourselves, or by trying to stop it, then you will regret it."

Then her voice softened a bit, the carrot following the stick. "That being said, I do not expect everyone to simply sit quietly and not react; this will be an intense experience for us all. You may talk, you may speak out loud if you wish, and you may make comments if you do so quietly. If I feel it is appropriate, and it will not ruin the moment, I may even ask Kimberly if she feels like answering." Her lips returned the smile, revealing very white even teeth. This had also been part of my fantasy, being able to answer questions or speak to the audience. The Boss had insisted that she be the one to say when, as she had experience in pacing this and I did not.

"In addition, each and every one of you will receive a movie of this event, covered from many different angles, showing what will be seen in these screens." She gestured to the various screens. "Because they were rigged for HER to look into, you will be able to see what she was looking at during each moment of her death." This caused a stir among the audience, as they had not been told of this before.

"And finally, Kimberly herself has added something to this that we at this club have never done before, and it is an idea we find very intriguing. Kimberly has been very successful in business and local politics; she is a wealthy woman. She has left behind her a special legacy, which this club is to be the administrator of. One of you will be the beneficiary of this legacy." THAT really got their attention, they looked from me to her and back to me, as if looking for some kind of confirmation. I looked as much as possible into each of their eyes and gave them a smile and a nod.

"Even we don't know who yet, only Kimberly knows who it will be, and she will not say until see feels ready to. There are a number of things on her list of qualified persons and she will not reveal the lucky person until she feels it is the right time. Which means that whoever you are, you have to be here when she picks you out." Again this caused a stir. I had added to their anticipation. I smiled as my announcement has the effect I wanted.

"Do you agree to all the conditions I just mentioned?" Only a few answered her out loud, and then mostly in hoarse voices. Most of them only nodded. I could see three or four who seemed truly excited, one of whom was already rubbing his cock through his pants. "If you feel you can not abide by these simple rules, then leave now," the Boss said, with that hint of steel again. To my surprise, one of the women, a rather fat woman with greying hair got up from her table and left.

"I can't watch this," she said as she walked out the door. "I was sure it was fake." I couldn't help but be disappointed in her. If I had the courage to die, surely she could have to courage to watch for real, not just play online?

"Don't worry about her Kim," Frank whispered so quietly that I barely heard him, "if she doesn't have the stomach to watch you die in person, then she doesn't deserve to share this with you."

"Are there any more who wish to leave?" asked the Boss. She waited for a moment, letting the tension build, not just in them, but in myself as well. "Very well then."

She turned to me, but she was still to far for me to see her face. "Are you ready Kimberly? Are you ready for your death?" As I had been briefed, this was the cue for my fantasy to truly start. It was only a formality, as whether or not I answered was a moot point. But I felt a surge of fear and excitement run up my spine and then into my nipples as she asked me. The fear was under my control, but I let it slip just a little, as it made me more keyed up and excited. I knew from my BDSM experiences that this would only make the experience more intense ... which was exactly what I wanted.

"Yes ... yes I am ready. Please, let's begin." My voice shook as I said it, but it was with lust far more than with fear. I could see the looks in the audience's eyes, and the note of longing in my voice stunned them. "I want to thank you all for coming. Please enjoy. I want to share this with you all. I want you all to remember my death and my final moments." Then I held my arms out from my sides, in front of Frank and Carl.

"As you wish, My Lady," said Franks' voice, and he and Carl each took one side of my robe and slowly pulled off the hood, moving it off my shoulders to fall at my feet. The audience gasped as they saw my face, my hair, and my nude body underneath, and I heard a few sighs and soft whistles come from both men and women. Carl and Frank let me stand there for a full thirty seconds, slowly absorbing their adoration. I felt my nipples beginning to get hard again, and my pussy begin to once again get moist.

My heart began to speed up more as Frank and Carl took each took an arm, and lifted me high into the air, carrying me without any effort over to the first covered area, where Judy stood, slowly pulling off the cover. As before I felt my lust grow as I stared at the items. I heard a gasp from someone in the audience as the rack of devices was uncovered.

There were at least twenty different whips and floggers there. There were some I knew well, and some for which I had no name. They were made of coiled leathers and rope, some had small metal bits, the metal gleaming and new. As we got to the frame, I looked up and around and saw that I could see five of the screens from this spot, each giving me a different view of my body.

The boy's set me down, and without hesitation I kneeled in the frame and put my hands on the bar which crossed over my head, leaving my back turned to the audience, stretched and slightly bent. I looked up into the screen behind the frame and could see my back clearly, with the one beside it giving me, as well as the audience, a close up of my face. I smiled at myself. "It's beginning," I whispered, "after all these months, it's going to happen." My fear was just a bit of sauce to my joy. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter, my nipples almost completely hard.

"Yes Kim," I heard Judy say, "and it's going to be beautiful." Her voice was thick with lust.

"One thing I think everyone should know," I heard the Boss say, "is that while she picked what kinds of items will be used on her, and in which stages, she specifically requested we not tell her exactly which ones would be used or exactly how. Her only stipulation was that she has to be alive and conscious and able to feel it when we reach the finale." I could see her gesturing towards the centrepiece in the middle of the stage. "So do not think this is exactly scripted so that she can control her pain, or that we have given her drugs to dull the areas that will be abused. Perhaps you'll begin to understand just how real this is."

This had indeed been one of my requests. I was sure that if I knew exactly what would happen, it would be less intense then if it remained a mystery right up to moment it happened. And I was right, because kneeling there in that frame, waiting for the first blow, was getting me more and more worked up by the second.

"Aren't they going to tie her up?" I heard a male voice say from the audience.

"Well Kimberly, do we need to tie you up? Will you pull away or let go of that bar if we don't?" The Boss' voice was slightly amused, for she had to know the answer, and so should he.

"Of course not. It won't be half so good if I couldn't let go. I want to have the choice ... and not stop anyway." I heard a moan or two come from the audience as I said this.

"Very well Judy, you may begin," the Boss said.

Judy made a great study of picking one of the whips; she would pick one up, look at it, and then put it back. She picked up a cat at one point, but put it back down. "No," she said, more to herself than anyone else, "that's not what I want." She then picked up something I did not recognise; it looked like a small whiskbroom. Then she walked up behind me. She bent forward, and taking my chin in her hand she turned my face up towards her and gave me a deep passionate kiss, slipping her tongue between my lips. I opened my mouth and we frenched as she began to stroke my back with the whisk. We continued to kiss as she made short fast strokes up and down my back, which at first only felt like scratches, in fact it was even pleasant.

But soon the blood began to rush to my skin, brought to the surface by the irritation to my skin. She kept kissing me and soon I was moaning into her mouth in pleasure as my skin began to throb. She kept stroking, faster and faster. My whole back was soon singing in pain.

"What the fuck is this? Are you going to sweep her death or somethin- GERK!!" Whoever the heckler was, he was suddenly cut off as Frank stepped off the stage and in less than five seconds he grabbed the man by the collar and bodily threw him through the door at the back of the club.

"Thank you Frank," the Boss said. "As I said, this is her fantasy, if you don't like what is happening then you can leave! I will not tolerate interruptions. You may speak, but do not disrupt or make light of what is happening."

If he could feel what I was going through he would not have said anything. My back was feeling hotter and hotter and it was starting to feel like the world's worst rug burn. As I moaned louder and louder, I could feel Judy respond to my pain and my pleasure. The moisture was building between my legs and my nipples were soon hard as rock. Her other hand held my head steady, not allowing me to break the kiss. Each time I moaned in pleasure I felt her fingers tremble.

She broke our kiss and gave my back several long hard scratches of the strange little whip. I leaned back into each of them, soaking up the beautiful pain and letting it push my pleasure higher and higher. I looked up at the screen that showed my back and could see that it was cherry red. The air, which had felt warm a moment ago, felt cool on my hot skin. She let go of the whisk and ran her fingers down my back. I was unable to hold completely still and arched up against the hot stinging pain that trailed her fingers.

Judy bent low, her face beside mine. "Now Kim ... now we really begin." She walked back to the rack, reached out and took down a long thin whip. She gave it a couple of experiment passes, the tip cracking just over my shoulder. Then without warning she brought it down hard and fast across my left ass cheek.

I heard the audience gasp and I sucked my breath in as I felt it hit and tear into my butt cheek. I felt a sharp tearing pain rip into my butt and almost immediately I felt a hot wetness begin sliding down my ass. Then almost immediately she landed the next blow, across my shoulder blades this time. I had to grip the bar hard to keep from pulling away, and I couldn't stop the gasp of pain that the impact caused. Then she swung again, this time crossing the last mark. I cried out that time, and I heard Judy make a sound like the purr of a cat.

This was not a "normal" whipping, it was not just "slapping" me and giving me bruises. This was a true whipping, the tip cutting my skin and making me bleed, the pain arching up my back. But the pain was having its usual effect on me, making me wetter and wetter.

She was swinging the whip in long arches, striking my back over and over and over. She was an expert; the whip was hitting hard enough to cut, to make me bleed, but was not doing any damaged that would kill me. I could feel the long stripes on my back spill wetness, and it was dripping off my but to run down my kneeling legs to the floor.

Each time I felt a sharp cutting and tearing pain, but as the pain climbed, I started to get close to cumming. For many who like BDSM, the pain makes the pleasure all the better. But for me it was the pain itself, the hot feelings it left behind, and the rush that it gave me that I liked. Soon I was crying out with each blow, a mix of pain and pleasure in each gasping cry.

"My God," said a woman's voice from the audience, "look at her face!" I forced my eyes open and looked up at me face. I realised that I was making little "ooh" faces each time the whip hit, much like many women would do when they were being entered by a lover. For me it was much the same. I smiled at my own face, and heard the audience gasp again. I felt the warmth building inside me, the pain driving me higher and higher.

Then Judy switched her impacts to long shallow ones, slicing long cuts up and down my back, from my shoulder to my ass. This was too much, and I felt my orgasm build. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes ... more ... oh God Judy--" I couldn't stop the cries, as the pain brought me closer and closer. But as soon as she heard this, she stopped.

I looked to the right screen, and saw her toss the whip away. I felt a shudder of excitement run up my spine as I saw that her mask had several small drops of blood on it. I looked at her white clothes, and they also were pattered with drops of blood. My back was a mass of short and long cuts, none of them very deep but they were bleeding quite a bit.

She walked over to me, and grabbed me by my hair, yanking me to me feet. "Get up ... I'm not done yet!" She was very excited, and I could tell my pain, and my reaction to it, was really getting to her.

She grabbed me, and bent me over the bar I was holding earlier, leaving my bleeding ass exposed. "Spread you legs! Now!" she barked, whispering just after, "Hold tight, I'm going to make you cum now, but you know the price." She reached between my legs, and thrust two fingers into my pussy while at the same time bending to lick and suck on the wounds of my back.

"AAAAAHHH!" I cried out, both in excitement and in pain as she rammed her fingers into my pussy and she tortured my poor back. I heard several moans from the audience as she finger fucked me hard and fast. I knew that very few of them understood that I was in great pain, most would think that pain was pleasurable for me. It was a path to pleasure, but it still hurt! But what was really turning me on was her licking up my blood, kissing my wounds. She even pulled her mask up a bit and was rubbing her face on them, wetting her cheeks in my blood.

I heard Judy breathing heavily as she brought my pain to a fine pitch, and then she suddenly pulled out her fingers and pinched my clit hard. I threw back my head and cried out as I came, the pain pushing me over the edge.

"AAAAAAAAAAAaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh GOD Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssss!!!!! I yelled as she gripped my love button in fingers of steel. She did not let up the pressure either, letting my cum roll on and on until I fell shaking to the floor. I heard several loud moans and groans from the audience and I lay on my knees, gasping in air, smiling at their reactions.

"OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh ... wow ... that was intense...," I told Judy, giving her a smile.

"Not over quite yet," she whispered to me, her face slicked with my blood. Then she took me in her arms, and kissed me hard, our tongues touching once again. I pulled back and bit, and heard someone in the audience cry out as he watched me lick my own blood from her mask.

"Jesus ... she's really getting off on this isn't she?" His voice a mixture of surprise and lust. "This is real ... I mean really real. Jesus, she's bleeding bad!" I could feel it running down my back and sliding down my legs, and it was making me hot. I loved how it felt. I knew that by this point I should be feeling cold, and nearly unconscious with shock, but other than the racing of my heart I felt no real ill effects.

Judy pulled back, and signalled to Frank and Carl. They walked over, and each took one of my arms, pulling them out and away from my body. Then Judy walked over to one of the rack of candles, and took two very large ones down. Frank and Carl turned me so that I was facing one of the screens which showed my back. Then they braced themselves so that I could not pull away as Judy tilted both candles and poured hot candle wax over my wounds.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" I arched my back and screamed in pain. Dear God that hurt! She kept pouring as I arched away from it, until my back was mass of bloody candle wax, the wax sealing most of the wounds, stopping the worst of my bleeding. I sank in their arms, gasping in air to try to get my breath, while Judy moved back to my front, gently kissing me.

I returned those kisses, and whispered to her. "Thank you. The pain was wonderful. I'm ready for the next now," and I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. I could feel how excited she was, as she returned my kiss.

"Mmmmmmmmm. Wish we had more time. I'd love to give you some more of this. I love women who like it," she replied. Her clothes were spattered with my blood now, the white showing up the red rather well. I heard a loud moan of lust from one woman in the audience when Judy wiped some blood off her mask, and then placed the finger in my mouth. I licked it clean.

I stepped away from Judy, and turned to look at the audience, seeking a pair of eyes that seemed to understand. I was a bit surprised to see that five or six people besides the one who was ejected were gone. "Cowards," I whispered. I could see that most were simply staring at me, but a few seemed to be excited. One of the couples were holding each other, the man playing unconsciously with the woman's breasts and it looked like her hand was in his lap. They were speaking quietly to each other, the woman nodding as the man whispered in her ear. There were three others, two men and one woman, who looked very excited as well. There was one woman however who caught my eye.

She was staring not just at me, but right into my eyes and I smiled at her. She jumped a bit, her eyes wide in the mask, and I could see that she was breathing heavy. One hand was twitching slightly, and I was sure she longed to touch her pussy. Was she the one? Maybe. We would see. I made a small gesture to the Boss, and she nodded, her eyes darting to the women who was still staring into my face, and at the couple at the far table. Then I turned so that they could all get a look at my tortured back. Some of the wax flaked off and fell to the floor as I moved.

"Take a look everyone ... these are not faked. Judy is a master with whips, and those cuts are real and very painful for Kimberly. But she has the will to take it and make it work for her, to make her cum." I could hear a faint tone of excitement in the Boss' voice. Then she gave Frank and Carl a sweep of her arm. "Now gentlemen, if you would begin your part?"

Carl walked over and took my hand, leading me back to the rack that Frank was slowly uncovering. I heard the audience gasp as its tools were revealed. Knifes and blades of many types were aligned on the rack, along with several long metal skewers. All of them were done in gleaming steel or chrome, and all had dark black handles with silver trim. God, they still looked so beautiful. I walked up to the rack, running my fingers over the same stiletto that had caught my eye earlier in the day. I was still feeling the effects of the orgasm I'd had earlier, but my pussy started getting wetter at the sight of them.

I felt two massive hands circle my waist and Carl whispered in my ear. "Not yet Kim, that’s for later on; first Frank, then me." He kissed the back of my neck, and I could hear moans and sighs from the audience as I lovingly ran my fingers along the cool metal blade. I reached behind me, feeling the rock hard body under the soft clothes. My hands moved lower and found his cock, straining against his pants, not completely hard yet, but very close. I felt more wax crumble off my back as I moved, and a few of the cuts on my back began to bleed a little as I did.

Carl pulled me to him, his hands around my waist, his cock pushing against the crack of my ass. I sighed as his clothes brushed against my whipped, wax covered back. Then he began to move back and forth, rubbing himself on me, making me gasp in pain and pleasure as his cock got harder and harder against my ass. As he did this Frank slowly took down all the skewers one by one.

I leaned back against Carl, and whispered in his ear. "I know this wasn't part of the deal, but I want to feel you. Will you take off these clothes?" I had not wanted sex, although I had wanted this to be sexual to some extent, but I had not intended at first to fuck any of them. But now I wanted to feel his skin on mine, to feel that cock on the crack of my ass.

Frank looked at Carl, then waved the Boss over. She moved towards us, making sure to move so that I did not get a look at her face. I heard her step up behind us and then Carl spoke. "She wants me to strip Boss," he whispered, "but I figure she'll want to take it further. Just wanted to check with you first." I heard a faint feminine chuckle, and she answered.

"Of course Carl, whatever the lady wants." I felt her fingers circle around my back, breaking off some more of the wax, making my back twitch. Then her hands circled my body, and squeezed my breasts, slowly increasing the pressure until I was biting my lip to keep from crying out. "You see, Kimberly," her sexily accented voice whispered in my ear, "I am never wrong about death ... this will be wonderful." Then she released me. I shuddered in the warm aftermath of the pain.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, there is slight change in the program. Please give us a minute." The Boss sounded as if they would be doing something to change the set.

Then I heard several loud whispers and "ohs" and "ahs" from the audience and looked up into the monitor to see all of them, not just Carl, slowly stripping off their clothes. None of them had on any under clothes, and they stripped without any self-consciousness. Except for their pubic areas, which were neatly trimmed, the men had no hair on their bodies, which were indeed very well muscled. Not the massive over developed bodies of weight lifters, but the smooth curves and well defined lines of men who had been strong all their lives. God they looked good, and I gave each a smile. I could see several of the women, and even a couple of the men in the audience give them long looks as well. Both of them had shaved their ball sacks. Both had large cocks, though nothing monstrous; Carl's was about 7.5 inches long, very thick and circumcised, while Frank's was uncut and probably 8 inches or so, but looked longer than that as it was not as thick as Carl's.

Both Judy and the Boss now slid off their clothes, and I smiled at what I saw there too. Both had smooth flat stomachs and firm full breasts. Unlike myself, who was covered in freckles, neither of them had any at all, but Judy's body had many fine scars in several places, most of them looking fairly old. Both of them had shaved bodies as well, including their pubic hair. The sight of Judy's bare pussy, the lips puffed up in her excitement, made my heart flutter. The Boss was a study in pale marble perfection. She was very pale, but not a sickly or wane way, her long limbed body was a study of trim strength. Her body was completely untouched by either freckles or marks of any kind. Her black hair making a startling contrast to her pale skin. I felt a first faint regret. I would have loved to make love to this woman before this began.

Then Carl slid up behind me, his big cock pressing its length into the crack of my ass, his hands once again circling my waist. "Now ... let's keep going," he said and he took a tight grip, rocking his hips a bit so his cock slid up and down my ass, rubbing on the whip cuts. I sighed in pleasure as Frank moved to me again, several skewers in his hands.

I could hear many members of the audience panting now, many of them getting excited. I looked up at the monitor and turned slightly so that I would be able to see my own body when Frank stood in front of me.

Carl kept sliding up and down behind me as he spread one hand flat on my belly, the other slipping down my stomach to my shaved mound. His fingers began to rub just above my clit, teasing me. Frank walked up to me, holding one of the skewers, his breath a little quicker now, and his cock, like Carl's now rock hard. As Carl kept rubbing my mound, Frank held the skewer up in front of me. It was chromed steel, and had a small handle on the end. I smiled at Frank as I saw that my name was engraved on the spike of the skewer.

"Did you make these?" I asked Frank.

"Yes," he replied. "Carl made the knifes, I made these, and Judy made the whips. We all worked on the last piece together. Even the Boss made something for you." Carl's finger dipped lower, and then began stroking between my lips as Frank started stroking my breasts. I reached up to the skewer, touching it with my fingertip. The slightest touched caused it to prick my finger, drawing a drop of blood.

The audience stirred as the tableau held for a bit. But it was not for them; it was to build the tension for me. Then Frank took my left breast in his hand, gripping it tight. He placed the tip of it against my breast, its razor sharp tip pressed on the outside of my left breast just behind my nipple, getting a firm grip on the handle. As Carl pushed the tip of one of his fingers between my pussy lips, Frank began to push the skewer into my breast.

Carl took a firm grip on my stomach as I gasped, the pain was one quick burst as it cut through my skin and then was not bad as I thought it would be. I winced, but I did not close my eyes or cry out in pain. With one hand I grabbed Carl's wrist, reaching up with the other to wrap around behind his head. The gasp was not for the pain, but for the feel of the skewer entering my body. It was so sharp that it easily punctured deep into me without much effort. I could feel it sliding inside my breast, deeper and deeper. Frank stopped for a minute, the skewer three inches or so into my breast, and looked into my eyes. I smiled at him and he bent gave my nipple a little pinch. I purred in pleasure, and with that he started pushing it in again. I felt it pushing through; it felt hot and cold at the same time and the pain radiating out from it was a soft deep pain, the kind that always made me cum so hard. I gasped again as I saw the skin on the inside of my breast bulge and then there was a sharp but quick pain as the skewer burst through. My breast was now run through with the gleaming metal shaft. I looked down at it, blood dripping off the tip and seeping out around the entry and exit points. I moaned in pleasure. "Ohhhhh ... finally!"

"Jesus ... doesn't it hurt, Kimberley?" I heard a man in the audience gasp.

"Well, Kimberley," the Boss asked me, "does it hurt?"

I turned towards the voice, but could not tell which of the men had spoken. "Oh God yes. But i'ts such a sensual pain. It's so good... It's hard to explain." I was panting a bit, for my heart was racing again, but I was telling the truth. It hurt but it was very good. Knowing it was real, feeling it actually inside me, was making me incredible wet. Carl was also helping with that, his fingers constantly busy with my pussy, slowly sliding a finger in and out. I could feel his cock in the crack of my ass, and it was hard as rock now. "And I can feel it ... can feel it inside my body. It's so good. It does hurt but I want more. I- EEEP!"

The last came out as a small squeak before I could stop it. As I had been talking to the audience Frank had quickly taken my right breast and pushed one of his skewers into it. In one long smooth stroke he ran it right through my breast and out the other side. I shook suddenly, the vibrations causing the skewers to send sharp hits of pain into my tits. I couldn't hold back the groan of pleasure that came out my throat. Blood now dribbled down both sides of my breasts, but not very much.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss..." I could now hear many people breathing heavily, including Frank. He licked his lips, looking down at me, his eyes filled with passion and hunger. I reached down, and took his hard cock in my hand, gripping it tightly. He groaned, and picked up a third skewer. He placed this on top of my left breast, pointing straight down, and as I began to jack him off, pushed about an inch into me. I gasped, moaning in pleasure and gave his cock a hard squeeze. He groaned again, and then pushed it in another inch. I shuddered, looking up into his eyes, which were ablaze with passion. I gave his cock another hard squeeze, and once again he groaned and shoved in the skewer. We continued this -- squeeze ... shove ... squeeze ... shove -- until we were both panting and the skewer was poking out the bottom of my breast. We continued this with my other breast, and by the time both my breasts were double skewered, Frank was humping into my hands.

"I wanna do more, Kim. I wanna hurt you bad...," he said, and I nodded to him, just as excited as he was. He then took the two sideways skewers, and as he humped into my hands he started moving them back and forth inside my tits. I couldn't hold in the scream of pain and pleasure that he shot into my chest!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaarrrrrr oh God yes!!" I squeezed his cock with all my might, my other hand clamping on to Carl's arm. Frank shuddered violently, and then I felt his cock start to pump. He pulled back and grabbed his cock, aiming it so that as he started cumming he sprayed all over my tits. He let out a loud groan and his thick hot sperm started splashing onto my bleeding tits. "Jesussssssssssss...," and his hips bucked and humped, thick streams of cum mixing with my blood. I arched my chest, loving the feel of the hot sperm and blood on my skin, the cum stinging my wounds.

I looked up into the monitors, which showed my tortured breasts, covered in Frank's cum. I smiled at myself, running one finger in the blood and cum and then licking it off my fingers. When Frank's groans eased, I could hear several members of the audience panting and moving. I gave a quick glance and saw many of them were openly masturbating now. The couple I picked out earlier where still feeling each other, although now the woman had her blouse open. The blonde I spotted still had her eyes glued to my face, but her fingers were now caressing her breasts, one hand now pressing on her pussy through her skirt. "Jesus," she said aloud, "she looks like she's about to cum again."

"I am," I said without the Boss' prompting. "You don't understand. It’s the pain ... and knowing I'm going to die ... it's so hot. I've never been so turned on in my life." I looked the blonde in the eyes, trying to make her see the truth of my words.

Frank stepped forward, shaking a bit, and took me in his arms. He pulled me tight, making me gasp as the skewers where pressed into my breasts and gave me a deep kiss. "Oh holy shit," he whispered, "you are the best. Thank you." I wanted to thank him, but he pressed his lips to mine again. When he broke the kiss, he pushed me back against Carl, who's cock once again pressed into my ass crack. I realised that I was panting heavily, and that my heart was racing. I'm sure all the audience thought that it was just the pain and the pleasure, but it was more.

"Carl," I whispered, "I think that stuff is kicking in ... pant ... my heart is racing ... pant ... will it...," I started to ask, but he put a finger to my lips, whispering his answer.

"It's just the stuff adjusting your heart a bit. You've lost quite a lot of blood. If we hadn't given you that shot you'd probably be light headed already." Then he took my hand, and took me over to the rack with his knifes. He pulled me close, the same as Frank had, kissing me deeply. "God, this is going to be so good, for us both Kim," he whispered. "Don't worry, I'm an expert with these things. I won't kill you, but you'll get what you asked for." He was very excited, breathing heavily and his cock was rock hard.

He turned me around, looking with me to the monitors until we were in position where several of them showed us both. "Now," he said, pulling me back into him, his arms hugging my back to his body. "Now, Kim, I can do this really right." He began to rub up and down again, his cock moving over the crack of my ass, his fingers sliding down to caress my pussy and clit. I moaned and leaned back into him, more of the wax flaking off. He moved one hand to one of the cuts on my ass, and as he continued to rub and stoke my clit he used his nails to scratch off the wax and reopen the wound. I gasped in pain, and then sighed in surprise and pleasure as I felt him run his cock over the wound and into the blood until his cock was slicked with it.

"Blood makes wonderful lube, Kimberly," I heard the Boss say as Carl soaked his cock in my blood. "Just relax, Kimberly, and he will show you what skill he has." Carl gently pushed me so that I was bent over the rack, placing my hands on the sides and bracing myself. I knew what he wanted to do, and I held still, spreading my legs and lifting my ass slightly. I grunted and moaned in pleasure as he placed the tip of his big cock against my asshole and began to push himself into my ass.

"OOOOOOOooooooooooo God yes. I love anal," I cried out, hearing some answering cries from the audience. I did love anal, it was so nasty; it hurts but feels so good at the same time. Anal was the beginning of my BDSM world and it was still one of my favourites.

I closed my eyes in pleasure as he began to thrust in and out, long slow strokes that felt so good. He also kept rubbing and fingering my clit and pussy. I humped back and forth with him, moaning in pleasure. I could hear more and more sighs and moan from the audience, and then suddenly several of them gasped, while one woman gave a low moan of longing.

"Open your eyes, Kim," I heard the Boss say and when I did I moaned at the sight of Carl's other hand holding one of his blades.

"Kiss it, Kim. Kiss it before it kisses you," Carl whispered in my ear holding the silver and black blade up to my lips. I felt no fear, just an incredible longing as I kissed the cold metal. I heard somebody cry out as I ran my tongue along the metal and the ebony handle.

He reached down and placed the blade against my left thigh. I stopped humping and held still for him and looked down to watch as he pushed the tip of the blade into my thigh, no more than a fraction of an inch and then drew the blade up my leg, leaving a long shallow bleeding cut. I held my cry of pain and shuddered at the feeling of it cutting into my flesh. I heard two or three people in the audience cry out as the blood began running down my leg.

"Oh God," one female voice groaned. "Oh that looks so hot!" I turned to look where the voice had come from, smiling at the masked faces.

Carl's cock twitched in my ass as I tightened around him in reaction to the first cut. "How was that, Kimberley?" the Boss asked me, reacting to the woman's blurted comment.

"Oh God, don't stop. More ... please more," I gasped out, having a hard time holding still. Not for the pain but for the pleasure and excitement as Carl placed the knife on my other thigh and cut me again. "OOOOOOooooooooo," I moaned, "oh god that's so hot."

I could feel Carl breathing harder and he began to hump my ass a bit faster. He took the knife, and put it on the top of the line he had cut into my left leg. He pushed it in, and with slow precision made a line from that one, across my hips to connect it to the other one. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but I could not stop the clenching of my ass on his cock. Carl moaned in response, and put the blade to my belly. Again he made a long shallow cut, this time pushing himself hard into my ass at the same time. He moaned into my ear, "Holy fuck you're beautiful. You really love my blades don't you honey?"

I could feel his excitement at my enjoyment of what I was doing. "Oh God yes. Do more ... please. I love the feel of the blood on my skin, and how the knife feels as it cuts. Ooooooooooooooooo..." I trailed off in a moan as he took the blade and ran it down my left side, making a long shallow cut that bled badly. This time he did not stop, but moved the blade across my stomach and then back up my other side. I cried out, unable to keep still this time, arching against the pleasure and pain of the knifes sharp kiss.

He next took a different blade down, one that had a very thin short blade, holding it for me to see again. I felt it prick my right ass cheek and then I cried out again as he pushed it into my ass cheek, no more than a 1/4 inch. "AAAAAAAhhhhhhhhh," I cried more in joy than in pain. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of my butt, and then as he slowly thrust back in he gave my clit a pinch and pushed the thin blade into my ass to the hilt and let it go. I moaned in excitement and pleasure as I felt it move with me in my ass.

"OOOOOOOOOoooooooh, God. More. Please, Carl ... more!" I begged him. Oh God, the feel of those blades on my body ... it was more intense than I imagined, and with him fucking my ass the combination of pleasure and pain was the most intense I'd ever felt. The feel of the hot blood on my skin was incredibly sexy. Carl's other hand was becoming soaked in my pussy juice.

"Your wish and all that, Kim," he said and took another short slim blade and pushed it into my other ass cheek. I cried out as the steel slid into me in one quick thrust, the hilt thumping into my butt. I closed my eyes and let the incredible sensations fill me. It hurt so much, and it was so very good! Carl was now going in and out of my ass in long slow strokes as he reached for another blade, this time a long very thin blade.

I could not hold back the scream he brought to my throat when he placed it just under my right nipple and slowly, carefully sank the blade four inches into my breast. This time it really did hurt! "AAAAAAAAAAArrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh" I arched up against Carl, who kept fucking my ass, and fingering my pussy as he slowly sank the blade in. Then he let go, leaving the blade buried in my breast. His hand came out of my pussy and his arm circled my chest, holding me to him has he humped my ass hard for several strokes, whispering into my ear as he did.

"Don't fight it, Kim. I've done this a lot. Just let it fill you. Feel the kiss of my blade inside you." I shuddered against him as the sharp pain slowly faded, to leave an incredible wet feeling deep inside me.

The blade shook slightly with each thrust of Carl into my ass. "Don't worry Kim, I stopped just short of your lung. It looks much worse than it is." Blood was welling out around the blade now, running down to join the blood from the cuts on my side. He took hold of the blade once more, and slid the blade back out. I shuddered, but kept my eyes open, looking at the close up of it being pulled out of me. Once it was out, the blood began to spill out much quicker, but not as fast as I had thought. "I'm an expert, Kim, that one would take a while to bleed you out, and we'll have enough time to go on to the end," Carl whispered in my ear. "And the Boss' stuff will keep you conscious."

I heard a woman cry out in the audience as she came and I turned to see who it was. It was the couple a the table, she was cumming as her husband was pounding himself into her pussy on the table.

The Boss looked towards me, and I shook my head. My legacy required a very special person. They obviously were turned on by my approaching death, but I was looking for more. She nodded and then to my surprise I saw Judy cross the stage towards us. "I can't just sit back anymore, Kim, not while they got to have you," and with that she got down between my legs and pulled off her mask, her face hidden by my pussy and her own hair, pulling Carl's fingers from my pussy.

Carl chuckled and let her move his hand, saying quietly, "Watch me for timing, Judy. You know what to do." I cried out in pleasure as Judy placed her tongue over the wound on my right thigh and in one long wet stroke, licked from there to my other leg, following the path Carl had left.

"OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh God, Judy!" I gasped out. Then she began to lick me out, licking the blood that was dripping down my mound and off my pussy; sucking and licking on my clit and pussy. I closed my eyes and moaned deep in my throat, the sensation of the cuts and the blood running down my body, the two little knifes in my ass, the skewers in my breasts, and Carl and Judy fucking me making a mix unlike anything I'd ever felt. The orgasm I felt building was intense. I moaned and moaned, pushing my pussy into Judy's face as she licked and sucked on my pussy and my blood. She was moaning into my pussy, her tongue busy deep inside me. Carl's cock was now sliding in and out in long slow strokes. I was getting very close to cumming when I felt a sharp prick on my stomach, just below and to the right of my navel.

"Open your eyes, Kim, you'll want to watch this one. Try and keep your eyes open," Carl whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes, and smiled with delight as I saw the stiletto in his hand, the tip of it pressed against my skin. I looked up and around at the monitors seeing blood dripping and running all over my body, and the sight of it made me shudder in delight.

I was gasping for breath, my hearth pounding in my chest, very close to cumming. Then I felt Carl's hand tighten around my chest, and he thrust deep into my ass as he began to push the blade deep into my body. Judy must have noticed what Carl was doing because she suddenly took my clit between her lips and started sucking on it, her teeth nibbling very gently on it. I arched back my head, pain shuddering out of my belly in a hot wet wave, but was able to keep my eyes open on the monitor over head and watch the blade sink slowly into my stomach until the blood covered tip emerged out my back. I came like never before in my entire life.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my eyes finally closing as I felt the blade handle touch my stomach. I arched against Carl and felt him shudder from head to foot as his cock started pumping cum deep inside my ass. Judy was lapping and sucking on my pussy, nibbling and biting my clit. I shook and shuddered from head to foot, and would have fallen if Carl and Judy had not held me up. My scream died off into a low moan as my orgasm finally began to fade away. I lay in their arms, gasping in a mix of pain and pleasure more intense than any of my life. Oh god, this was so good ... better than I had imagined. Carl was holding me, his lips kissing the back of my neck as his cock finally stopped filling my ass with his cum.

"Oh God Boss", he whispered, "you were right. She's got to be the one your looking for." He slowly slid his cock out of my ass.

I could hear many people breathing heavily in the audience, and I could hear one woman in particular gasping for breath, obviously a fire with lust. I lay in Carl's arms, Judy still gently sucking and licking my pussy, keeping my pleasure up. My heart was hammering in my chest, and as blood welled out around both ends of the knife for the first time I felt my body weaken. I didn't feel any mental weakness, only physical, but it was the first ndication that my body was truly beginning to feel the effects of this. I lay in Carl's arms, feeling my heart slow down to normal and getting my breath back. Judy slowly stopped the lovely movements of her lips and tongue on my pussy. She moved up to my mouth, her face and body now covered in my blood, and gave me a deep kiss, the trembling of her lips and fingers indicating that she had cum as well. I loved the taste of blood and pussy juice on her tongue. She pulled back, slipping her mask back on as she did.

Then I heard a soft voice at my shoulder, "Now Kimberly, now it is my turn with you." I turned to look and there was the Boss, but she was standing so that her hair covered her face. When she could tell that I was looking up she raised her head and I finally saw her face. I was both shocked and delighted to see that the Boss was the beautiful stewardess from my flight to this place! She must have been wearing a wig on the plane! "One way or the other, I was going to have you, Kimberly Nichola," she whispered to me, "but this way is so much better for us both." She gave a signal and suddenly her face and that of all the others was blurred on the monitors. She pulled off her mask, her back to the audience so that she could not be seen. The others took off their masks as well.

She stepped up to me, and putting one hand on the knife in my belly, the other behind my head, she gave me the most passionate kiss of my life. I had never been kissed like this before; it was like she was filling me with pleasure through her mouth. She took a firm hold of the knife in my belly and slowly, painfully pulled it out as Carl held me still. "UUUUUUUUUUUUnnnnnnnnn," I couldn't help but grunt as it slid out of me, and then I felt a slight weakness run all over me as blood began to spill out the twin holes in my body. I gasped in pleasure at the feel of so much blood running down my body. It was bleeding much more than the one in my breast, and she gave another signal, breaking our kiss. I stood panting in surprise and delight and pain at what she had just done to me.

Frank stepped from the side of the stage, holding a small tray. On the tray were several square bandages, and she selected three of them, which she used to cover the two badly bleeding holes as well as the slower one in my breast. I gasped in pain as I felt a strange burning sensation where they touched. Then the growing weakness stopped, and I looked at her in wonder. "You said you wanted to last to the end, and I want my turn as well. I wish we had more time, but you would already be near dead with shock if not for my stimulant. These won't save you, just make sure you won't bleed to death too quickly. I want to personally give you some of this ultimate thrill, then we'll go the finale." Her words should have made me afraid, but all I felt was lust, excitement and longing.

"Oh God, look at her. How can she still be feeling this? Look at those wounds ... she should be unconscious." Many different voices were openly whispering, all of those who now remained waiting for my death. I looked to the couple, who were now fully involved with each other, the sounds of my death and the occasional look in the monitors being enough for them. But the blonde was now on her knees on the floor, most of her clothing gone, he eyes once again locked to mine, fingering herself and pinching her breasts and pussy. The look of lust and longing in her eyes, was what I was looking for. I gave her a shaky smile, and then turned to the Boss.

"Her," I whispered as quietly as possible. "If she takes it, I want her to get it."

"I was going to recommend her to you," she replied as she took me into her arms. Then she gave me another of those incredible kisses, pulling me into a hot embrace. Her fingers stroked my body, running over the bleeding wounds, rubbing my breasts, causing me to gasp as the skewers were moved when she brushed them as well. Then her other hand began to stoke my pussy, her fingers moving between my lips in a smooth gentle rhythm. She broke our kiss, and her lips began trailing down my body. Wherever she kissed me, she left a deep warmth behind, a very pleasurable feeling.

She moved down my body, kissing and licking, her fingers stroking my soaking pussy. I was got hot again, very soon after my last cum, which had been so intense. Her touch was incredible, and her lips were just as intense. She kept licking and sucking, lapping up the blood that was drying on my body. She avoided the wounds themselves, just licking the blood. Then she began sucking and licking in my navel, where much of the blood had collected. I gasped and giggled. As ridiculous as it seemed, she was tickling me. Then she reached out her hand and Carl put the stiletto into it. She looked up at me, her eyes ablaze and her face filled with a sexy smile.

Then she put the tip of the blade to my belly, just over my belly button and looking into my eyes pushed it in ever so slowly. I shuddered and closed my eyes, unable to stay still and moaned loudly. "Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh," I groaned out, my body shaking violently. This one hurt even more than Carl's deep thrust had, and she was going very slowly.

"Yeeeessssssss," she hissed, "feel it, Kimberly, feel the steel." I was unable to stop my hands from grabbing her wrist, but I was surprised by her strength. I could not stop the slow movement of her hand. She pushed it in about three inches or so, and then began to pull it out. As she did, she licked the blood leaking out around it, not allowing any of it to run away. I had to bite my lip to stop the cry of pain its withdrawal was giving me, and she moaned as my body quivered. Then she pulled the blade all the way out, and with a strange look into my eyes, she put her mouth over the wound, wrapping her arms around my hips to pull me close.

I was unable to stop the shriek of pleasure as she thrust her tongue into the wound she had made. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I cried, as much in surprise as in pleasure, as this was not what I expected. The pain was still there, her tongue causing it to radiate out in waves, but just as intense was the pleasure it was giving me. My stomach fluttered as she sucked hard, filling her mouth with the blood and then swallowed. I felt a deep groan shake her, and then she sucked again. I buried my hands in her hair, unable to stop myself from yanking on it in the throws of my pain and joy. She groaned again, swallowed the mouthful of blood and then she thrust he tongue into me again. I cried out again as she moved it around in the wound, causing it to bleed further. She kept up this motion, sucking and licking at the cut, drinking down my blood. I felt her body quivering and shaking, as she gulped down more of my blood, and I wasn't far from cumming myself. The sensations where incredible, a perfect balance of pleasure and pain unlike anything I'd ever felt. But also I felt a growing weakness in my legs, and was beginning to feel cold. I felt a bit dizzy for the first time when she suddenly pulled back.

"No," she said. "No, we must do the last. I can't take it all, not yet at least." She was panting heavily, and blood ran down her lips as she spoke. She stood back up, pressing herself to my bleeding body, causing the skewers to send stabs of pain into me. She pressed her lips hard to mine and pushed her tongue between my lips, letting me taste my own blood in her mouth. Then she took my hand, and looked into my eyes.

"Time for you to die, Kimberly. Are you ready?" she asked me. I held out my hand to her. I was no longer afraid, just a bit nervous about how well I would be able to handle this last.

"Yes, I am ready to die now. I won't be able to say it later, so I want to say it now: Thank you, all of you. God, this was beautiful." Then I walked with her and the others towards the centrepiece, while they all placed their masks back on. Then I heard the audience gasp and one of them cry out as the curtain was lifted on the centrepiece and they were able to finally see it.

The shaft itself was gleaming chromed metal and stood seven feet tall at the tip. The large stone base was a foot tall, which left six feet of shaft free. The shaft was two and half inches thick, and the tip was as sharp as one of Frank's skewers. Around the sides were two semicircular platforms, which would allow someone to stand on either side of the shaft, but still left the entire shaft visible to the audience. The stone bottom was six feet wide, so that there was lots of room at the bottom between the two platforms. Beside the central pole were two smaller ones that had a small platform atop them, just large enough for someone to put a foot on. Hanging down from the ceiling above this were two clean white ropes, with leather cuffs at the bottom end. I looked the rig over, smiling at what I saw.

Except for moans and gasps from the audience, and the whimpers of passion from the blonde, there was not a sound. I looked the audience over, seeing a mixture of shock, lust, excitement and even some disgust and fear in the eyes I could see. That no longer mattered to me though. They were simply props of my fantasy now, just as this device was. Only Carl, Frank, Judy, and the Boss were at all real. Them and the blonde were the only things that mattered.

"Let's do it," I said and stood in front of the pole, holding my arms up in the air. Carl and Frank came over, took the two leather cuffs, slipped one down over each of my arms, and then tightened them over my wrists. They pulled them very tight so that they would not slip off and so that I could not pull my hands out, no matter how hard I pulled. Then both of them bent down and gave me a deep kiss. "God you were great Kim, I'll never forget you. And I'll make sure that none of this is ever used on anyone else," Carl said, smiling at me. Frank said nothing, simply held me close and kissed me deeply. He gave each skewer a light tap, making me gasp against his lips.

Then Judy walked up; her faced filled with longing. "God I wish you'd come a few days earlier. I would have loved to have spent a few days with you as your Mistress. I've never met anyone except myself who enjoyed pain as much as you." She took me in her arms as well, then kissed me, taking my lower lip between her teeth and biting me. I sighed against her lips, feeling that same regret as well. Then the Boss stepped up. She said not a word; she just looked into my eyes for several seconds. Then with a smile, she signalled off stage and I was raised quickly into the air.

For all my courage I felt my heart race as I was raised, and it was not with the effects of the drug, but with fear. I was now facing the thing I have wanted for so long. It was not fantasy, not some IRC chat. I was about to be impaled. But I was not about to stop. I was afraid, but I wanted it so much more. I had already cum many times tonight, but I was once again getting incredibly turned on, and my already sopping pussy got even wetter, and my nipples began to harden once again.

Then I was lowered to the two platforms on either side of the impaling spike, my arms high over my head. Frank and Carl stood on the two circular platforms, and helped guide me down. I carefully placed my feet on them, and made sure I did not move. After a moment I heard a loud click and felt a vibration from each platform. I started breathing heavily, unable to keep myself from panting. The spike was now directly under my pussy, the tip almost between my lips. The boys gave me one last stroking touch, and then stepped down. I could feel my pussy dripping as I stood there, and I looked down to see the gleaming juice sliding down the steel shaft under me.

"This was built to Kimberly's specifications. The two platforms she is standing on are hydraulic, and were armed when she was lowered onto them. It is now up to her when her final moments begin. When she lifts each foot, the platform under it will lower past the stone block. Once that happens the ropes, which are attached to a motor, will slowly lower Kimberly until she is impaled to death." The Boss' voice was thick and husky. I looked down to see her standing at the bottom of the pole. Her eyes almost seemed to glow as she looked at me.

I took one last look around, for I felt sure that the pain would be far too much for me to be able to keep my eyes open. I looked into each of the screens that I could see, noting how I looked in each one. My body was streaked in my blood, the four skewers and the little knifes still dripping blood. My back had shed much of the wax and the raw bloody cuts were visible. I looked, I thought, more beautiful than I had ever in my life, standing there the edge of my death.

Then I looked down at the audience. I was surprised to see that three more had left, perhaps scared off finally when the inevitability of this moment was made clear. Those that remained were openly touching themselves and obviously filled with lust and need and excitement. The blonde looked almost as if she was praying, her hands together in her lap, her eyes wide and unreadable as she stared at me. I managed a smile for her, and then I took a long deep breath and focused my eyes on the Boss' face once again. Looking into her eyes, I lifted my left foot. There was another loud click and with a whoosh the platform fell away and down into a recess in the stone platform. I balanced for a moment, and then gathering my courage and giving into my growing lust for my death, I lifted my right foot, using the ropes to brace myself. The second platform fell away the same as the first, and I began my plunge.