44. FINAL SEX AND MY AMAZING WIFE. PART C

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44. FINAL SEX AND MY AMAZING WIFE. PART C44. FINAL Reminiscences from the manor estate SEX AND MY AMAZING WIFE. PART C[SEE ALSO 42 AND 43 FIRST]My wife a month or so later began to show signs that she was somewhat unwell, our family GP sent her for tests, and she decided to delay her next planned episode so I knew she was in trouble, (not that it would have been a good idea to appear at the hospital with assorted whip marks!)The test results must have had him worried as the old chap [he was near retirement], sent her rapidly to the hospital for scans and all those sort of things. Within a week she gently announced to me that the doctor and the specialists had said she had six months at best.Devastated was not the word; that this raving beauty, mother of my c***d, and partner in my life had just announced she was to leave me forever and relatively soon at the peak of her life.A whole week passed with us both side-stepping the real core of the situation like an ostrich in sand I for one did not want to accept reality.We went to talk with the doctor; he was frank and honest with every aspect of the problem, this dreadful illness and its effects. There was nothing could be done just what is euphemistically referred to, as palliative care. Sue was especially keen to hear all the detail`s, of her expected end, and as the details unfolded I could see she was not impressed with talk of d**gs, pain relief, and the like. We were soon out and on our way home.She was quiet the whole journey; too quiet which I knew was a very bad sign. On arrival after a pot of strong tea, I had some estate work to attend too so I left her for a while hoping she would sleep. When I returned she was in a more positive mood and asked to have a family meeting, she said “while we still could.” The family knowing nothing of the situation came together as usual on Friday.Betty our elderly faithful maid, served as usual, cleared then served coffee before cook and she left for home,Sue began the evening by asking Joan for chapter and verse about the death she had told us about, saying it had been on her mind ever since she heard of it. My blood ran cold as ice as I sat silently knowing the instant she asked, what was in her mind. With a shrug and thinking it was an erotic story for Sue`s fantasy purposes, Joan explained that the lady had been a client of theirs for years and it had been her lifelong wish to be impaled and whipped to death, she knowing she was dying had decided she wanted the ultimate in bucket list and life shortening both at once.You could have heard a pin drop as she said firstly, that they had hidden the lady while her loving husband at her insistence, covered her tracks, so as to not alert the authorities to what would be a missing body and incite a police investigation.The lady acting as a “working girl” in the brothel, for a whole month entertaining clients of the basest kind and in all ways until she had had her sexual fill.Joan had supplied the soundproof room and the woman`s husband by then had found a pair of silent Irishmen who had done this sort of job before “during the troubles”, who “for a fee and the use of a woman apiece overnight, would arrange for the disposal of a body sized package in the foundations of a new local works no questions asked.” The husband supplied the spike, a single tractor bail spike bolted to a raised base and the executioner, (a man he knew with a killing fetish,) and who paid mightily for the privilege of using her body again at her request, to death and after.When the pain became more prominent she knew the time was right and told both Joan and the husband.She said “on the day the ever-loving husband knowing it was the last wish he could grant his sick wife, met her in her room, in tears they said their goodbye`s in private, then he was led away by one of the girls.” After a short while to compose her-self again, “the lady had Joan undress her, assisting with an Enema, bathing her, doing her hair, and then fitting her wristlets.”“The lady smiling nervously as she willingly walked to her executioner, she had kissed him, which had surprised Joan and then leant over a table and allowed him to have the last sex of her life. Joan said she and her husband had been asked to stay and witness the final act he had not been keen and had refused but she had only agreed to give the woman moral support the woman`s husband being drunk and with one of the other girls to keep his mind occupied.Silently the lady had kissed the spike before she was lifted by her wrists to the ceiling, the spike was brought under her and with the ladies willing help a few inches of the tip fed, into her now well lubricated sex, she remained hung for a short while at her request, as her executioner worked on her clitoris till she came to the height of her climax at which point her executioner simply released her onto the terrible thing. Her own weight slowly did the rest. Her initial screams were deafening Joan said, though they soon quietened when she realised there was nothing anyone could now do to stop the process.Just as she had requested the executioner, to speed things and for his own enjoyment, then laid into her hard with a bullwhip every stroke tearing her skin and making her writhe with pain settling the great spike deeper into her intestines till she ultimately passed away. Sue asked how long it all took and Joan gently answered “about 20 minutes in all from the lowering and surprisingly the lady died with a smile on her face, a look of real contentment.”The executioner had had an arrangement about the use of the after death cadaver, so was left to his own devices for a number of hours.That night the disposal men did their thing and the lady with her spike still embedded wrapped by the executioner to hide his after death mutilations she simply became a re-enforcing piece in a new workshop base. There was a silence you could have cut with a knife as everyone realised something was afoot as unashamedly tears were running down my face, I knew in my heart what was to come.Sue in a voice that was barely more than a whisper, explained her prognosis. She asked them “each to look into their hearts, and having formed this ‘family of sexual joy’ would they want her to suffer in the awful way her doctors had told her would be her end. She, they all knew had always had the fantasy to have sex to her death, having to use u*********sness as her mock death being a poor substitute to her.” They had all heard the story Joan had told, and she “wanted an end like that to be her perfect fantasy end the big question was would they help her achieve her ultimate climax?” “Please” she asked “would they go tonight and sleep on it together or swapped, but please would they let her know on Monday if they would help or would she be condemned to her awful diseased end.” She gently kissed each in turn, then together we left them in a stunned silence to go to their or someone else`s bed as in quiet tears my lovely wife and I went off to our own bed where I promised her my reluctant support, it being the last thing I could ever do for her, regardless of what it would cost me.We kept a low profile over the weekend the subject untouched. On the Monday we had notes; from Alice, Jack, and Joan. Devon his face like stone delivered the notes at breakfast, then turned to Sue personally face to face, and said; “he fully understood her need, it was completely her personal decision and that he would assist if Sue really wanted him too though he was not keen to be present or watch at her eventual end as she was the most beautiful sex partner he ever had and though he would be honoured to help with burial and so forth afterwards at madam`s instruction he would not under any circumstances be her actual executioner.”He left her tearfully speechless. Alice`s note giving her condolences, well written and long it basically saying she had lived her whole working life prolonging lives, but felt that her love for Sue meant she must and would help her friend to achieve whatever she really wanted regardless of that.Jack`s note however, said he would by all means help to administer an overdose of painkillers, but he felt that he could not assist in any way with this style of destruction of ‘this the most beautiful of creatures he had ever had, in such a bizarre fashion, as the image of her would be on his mind for ever, he wanted it to be as it is now!’Joan though was more positive and practical saying first for Sue to search her heart and decide if this “fantasy was really her life`s desire. Suggesting that she could arrange for the executioner should she be really serious. She could also arrange her vanishing if Sue so wished!Sue then went away for a day or two, on her own mulling over her options.On her return the “the family” were told to convene on the Friday.The staff; Cook and the faithful Betty, Tony, the cleaners and the dozy Nanny were all told by me, on the Thursday; Just that the mistress was terminally ill, Devon himself, dealing with all the outdoor staff. They were all told to continue as normal, under the threat of instant dismissal they were not to mention the problem as it was my and her ladyships wish to keep things as normal as long as could be made possible.The Friday arrived and as Betty removed the plates, and coffee was served, the talk was of estate items, she soon was away as usual with cook and we were left in peace. The faces round our table were fairly sober. Sue asked everyone to cheer up; she turned first to Jack and said that she respected his stand in that he would not help with “her destruction” but would be honoured if he however would spend some of that day with her using his fantastic tongue and fingers to keep her mind from the situation of the day. She promised him something during their time together that he had confided to her secretly but she had not so far allowed him to do. He agreed as a friend, perhaps just to enjoy whatever it was, though I doubted that was the only reason! Turning to us all she said she would give yalova escort us each a job when the time came but she would not to be deterred from her course and that she wanted a film to be made but it was up to me if I allowed it to be copied or seen at all.We were all invited to watch her final hour if we wished though in the chamber we would play no part till it was finished. She asked Joan to arrange a meeting with her “friend” asp and to arrange her “vanishing” saying “she was to be going to Switzerland immediately after Boxing Day if anyone asked.” Finally the date she was sure of it exactly, it was to start as the yard clock struck eight in the evening of the last day in January, and she was so insistent that even I did not ask why. (I have never worked out why that date or time) With that she said “the subject would now be closed until she sent out her instructions.” Tonight Sue said was her request night, no one argued; she said “We were to have a gay moment the men were to have each other taking a turn to receive anal to show them what their ladies endure for them,” and “the ladies to receive love all evening.” We three men looked at one another with lowered jaws; oh we had orchestrated all this sex but had not ever had thoughts of same sex games, it was “out of the comfort zone”. Then Devon shrugged said “if that`s what Sue wishes!” then began undressing, reluctantly so did Jack and I.I won`t go into detail, sufficed to say after a few initial false starts, we warmed to the situation and all three of us received anal then Jack rimmed Devon and I as we learned a lot of one another, we finished at one point laid in a triangle and we had the finest BJ combination I can remember. The ladies meanwhile sat commenting quietly fingering one another and watching their partners find a new area of their hobby. The next significant thing that happened was that Joan came to Sue and I a week or so later, to say she had set up a meet with “her acquaintance” on neutral ground he was willing to do the job but there were a couple of provisos before we even talked, when at our place he was to wear his hood at all times and we were to guarantee total anonymity at all times.We met him four days after in a motel near Tewksbury; Joan introducing us as K, and S and him as Z, then she discreetly Left us.Frankly he frightened me, over 6 feet tall, obviously very rich, bald, thickset with grey eyes that pierced your very soul his voice soft and his outward demeanour as gentle as a kitten, however there was something about him….I felt a shudder run through Sue as he shook hands. He came to the point quickly, “I am told you have a death wish” he whispered to my lovely Sue. There was a deafening silence before she replied that “yes she was terminally ill and had such a wish, and she heard he enjoyed killing and giving pain so perhaps they could help one another do business” His smile made me cringe, but it was her party. “I get off by killing, usually a****ls, or occasionally humans if I can, he glanced at me as he went on; “and not always female” and I quickly shook my head, at which he shrugged; “it matters not!” and he smiled again. He went on;”but I can only climax if I know the other party is about to die at my hands or has just done so and the more horribly the better the climax, I hate myself for it but it`s a fact I cannot deny”There was a deathly silence, a very quiet appraisal of our reaction and one another. He next asked “How?” Sue in a flat voice said she had “heard a story of impaling it seemed slow enough for her to ‘enjoy’ the whole process but quick enough not to over prolong the agony; that is unless of course, he had other any ideas that were more practical?”He replied in a voice barely over a whisper and licking his lips as if savouring the moment already, “that seemed as good as any of the methods, but could he see the goods, as he wanted to be sure she was heavy enough to not last forever on the spike. She stepped onto a set of scales he supplied. He assessed her as “a 25 minutes job”. Me, Well I could not believe we were doing such a bizarre thing as standing in a normal motel discussing how long it might take my lovely wife to die in the most awful pain, using a metal spike up through her body like it was some normal procedure. However that is just what we were doing and I sat silently watching as with a smile Sue stood and began slowly disrobing for her chosen executioner`s obvious pleasure.She stopped at her lacy maroon underclothes, and he raised an eyebrow, it was like they had a mental link, as he approached her then removed her bra, her breasts swung free and he ran his hands over them, appraising them, the quality of her skin, and the size of her nipples.He bade her remove the remainder, kneeling before her and caressing her large labia in a most gentle way. Remarking that he loved to remove such lips as he had a collection and seldom had he seen such a magnificent pair, he would enjoy these particularly! The clitoris he said was “too small and did not interest him so if she asked he would destroy it for her, a pity” he said “as a larger one would have graced his collection well” He weighed her again then measured her with her arms above her head, to her throat, asking her if she wished the implement to enter her front or rear to begin, adding that his last had started at the rear and he had enjoyed her sexually as the implement slowly entered her, which had been Awesome for him.Sue with a smile, said she was sorry but she had set her heart on being “entered from the front” However she would “be happy to allow him full access sexually to her in the chamber before he started his work and of course after.” She said she wanted “to be made to climax by hand or tongue, just before the pain began, being dropped onto the implement completely when and as she climaxed. She wanted to die from her metal lovers embrace, not die from the games he would play with her.” she added “Any games must be exactly to their mutually pre-agreed program, as knowing what was to come was to her the essence of her enjoyment.” She said she did not want to be in pain from that alone, so he asked if he could begin mutilating her outer organs before death, and she replied “such as?” That seemed to be the question he relished most, his left hand took her labia and caressed first one silky flap and then the other, as he said he would like to cut these off to begin, as he had never been fortunate enough to remove a pair before death before. I saw a shudder run through her as she said she would enjoy that, He ran his finger over her clit, shaking his head gently and but he could only destroy her clit at the instant before and only just before her passing, as she would bleed badly. She said it must be her metal lover that finished her not blood loss though it would tell her that her end was imminent and she liked that thought.She went on that “he could use any instrument during the act that he wished, to give her the last pain she would enjoy and as she wanted her skin lacerated on back, butt and legs during the process her nipples were to be stretched with weights before the time as well to tenderise the nipples though she had an inkling he had some ideas for them anyway.”He reached out and slid his hands over her breasts resting on her nipples in a suggestive fashion as he said “He said he would be removing them just after her demise as he wanted them to cure and removal always caused him to climax.” He then insisted that “though he did not mind a few spectators if she wished, but they should leave immediately after she had passed away and leave him with her body to enjoy and generally mutilate her body and remove a trophy or two.”She in turn said she wanted “no damage to her neck or head,” then went on to explain that her head and face must not be disfigured as she wished to be laid out for the staff to see as it was the family tradition. To save the family stress and so that her family could not see what he had done, before he left her remains, he must conceal her body by wrapping it in a black plastic wrap from her neck down.He nodded his agreement, then asked “if we were supplying the main instrument, and did we know the height it needed to be?” Could we also check the headroom in the room to allow for her body and the rope etc above the implement, the tip of which needed only to go from hip to shoulder height if she didn`t want her head disfigured by the outgoing point. He wrote down the calculated minimum height for me in a most matter of fact way like a doctor giving a prescription in a consulting room. He totally ignored her as she dressed herself though most men would have drooled. He turned to me with a complete change of attitude, showing a compassionate side that I was surprised at; he said that fetishes were sometimes difficult to get an outsiders head round, how did I feel about the situation?I found myself saying that “as I was soon to lose her whichever way I looked at it, it was her choice, she was the one who had this wish for pain, and if I could facilitate her enjoying her last moments on earth then I felt I should do so, I did not have to enjoy the spectacle but would put up with anything for my beloved wife.”Nodding he asked “Did we need paying for allowing him to mutilate her and to make no mistake he would mutilate her body as chances like this were rare?”Again chillingly she replied that she had thought about it and as “payment” wanted him to arrange for her to have “visited Switzerland” and to have the necessary paperwork for her suicide on December the 28th. Then for her “body”, to be returned on the 1st day of the New Year so her family could actually bury her on our estate legally. That would keep nosy authority from the door.The executioner shook our hands and the deal was done. We three, Joan having rejoined us in the entrance, soon set off for home it was a long quiet trip.Life returned to what on this estate was “normal” my wife taking our son away for a day or two at one of the bigger escort yalova pleasure parks, a last indulgence. Via a postal box number at a town a little way away, Sue received a letter from him a week or two after; in it was a death certificate in Swiss, dated the 28th of December, instructions that a weighted coffin would arrive by hearse from Zurich on the 1st of January.He would be waiting for my collection using a closed van from a certain motorway service area on the 29th of December at 9 am. After, he would require returning to the same spot, in the same way. It went on to describe in the most lurid contract terms term`s exactly what he was intending to do to my lovely wife`s body and how if she so wished he could prolong her agony by restricting the decent by use of a check rope until she requested herself the final release. If she agreed or had any other changes or requests he sent a post office box number for us to contact himSue licked her lips reading the contract in a way I knew oh so well would mean she relished the options laid out by this gentlemanly fiend and she would be contacting the PO Box ASP. The days ticked away rapidly.The spike had been delivered before early in December and from then on reality had come to earth! I had had the estate blacksmith fit it to a short stand the thing was 4 feet long and fitted to its stand it was soon at the exact correct height as prescribed by our man. It had then been delivered to the rear door by the smith, no doubt curious as to its use and I was called to check its fitness for whatever it was I wanted it for. I simply measured it checked the sharpness of the point then said it was perfect, tipped the smith and his mate without comment, Then Devon and I took charge of it. Sue later insisted on checking it herself standing against it feet flat on the floor, it just reached to her throat. She declared it her perfect last lover and kissed it fervently.Sue presented us each, estate staff and closer friends with a card in a sealed envelope, It took the form of a memorial card, her picture mounted on her horse on the front, then her name, date of birth and date of her death December the 28th. This it said was her memorial card to keep and that she said she had arranged to “go to Switzerland to end her life.” Inside on the card was a typed letter to them all, saying without our help and support she said she could not have contemplated half the fun she had had in her grand life. She then went on to ask us to bury her in the arboretum that was her favourite spot on the estate, finally thanking us for being her friend`s, and confidants. Page 2 was to the members of the “family” only, with instructions for us each to be “completely on our own “when we opened them setting out our parts of “final act” as she called it, saying she had enjoyed herself with each and every one of us, both individually and as a group, the loose leaf fold-over, marked read learn and destroy, was taken up with individual instructions for the day and page 3 with the exact menu of the final act chapter and verse to the nearest second from the moment the yard clock rang its awful eight bells.She again thanked us all on the back and asked us all to tear up and destroy or burn these last pages after her death. But to please, keep the front as a reminder of her forever. Also in mine was a long and private letter in a sealed envelope marked not to be opened till after my burial.Page 3 on mine started with a hand written piece stating her wish to be in my arms overnight as usual, I was to pass her into the hands of Devon as the clock struck 9 am and that would be her last ever act as my wife. I would not see her again all day until just before that clock struck eight nor ever be able to speak to her again, as it would be too much for her to bear. I was to treat her as a farm b**st being taken to the slaughterhouse.She had then typed the rest, it said;Devon is to use me as he will until the clock strikes twelve, not mentioning the day except to say goodbye as he hands me to Jack. At that time Jack will take over using especially his tongue and hand to keep me occupied through the afternoon and will be allowed to give me the special treat he craves, at four; As the clock strikes Jack will say his goodbyes then give me over to sister Alice I have allowed two full hours with her and as the clock strikes six she is to pass me to Joan, naked, hairless of body and clean inside and out.I will now be available for Joan to please abuse, but she is not to damage my skin but may do all I know she has ever desired to me, finally I will remain stand for her to attach nipple weights and labia lip weights, finally fitting wristlets for me to hang by, the weights are then to be overloaded to her specifications and I wish to bear them for the rest of the time to tenderise my breasts and sex as well as to stretch them for ‘his’ knife. Joan will hand me too my then ex husband in silence at seven fifty five exactly.He will fit my collar and then as the clock strikes eight he will lead me to my executioner. On the way I will kiss goodbye but not speak to any members of the family who feel they cannot witness my demise, on arrival at the chamber I will do the same to my witnesses.My husband will lead me to the bench remove the weights and lay me over the end of the bench kissing me his final goodbye and holding me down throughout to allow the executioner to have sex with me, I will thank him giving myself to the executioner from then on thus proving to me that he excepts I am now no longer his personal plaything and I am a piece of meat for him to use as I have asked in the most brutal way I could think of.The executioner will then secure me by my wrists to the hoist and I will be in his hands regardless of my screams or entreaties till I pass into the next life. No one especially my now ex husband must stop the progress of that spike. We have agreed that the executioner will halt the process at its most painful time until either 30 full minutes has elapsed or I have used our agreed password for my metal lover to completely finish extinguishing my life. There was little to say she had thought of everything.We each of us going off to our quiet place and reading the thing in great detail, personally I read it all with awe, as I sat on our bench in the arboretum, reading and re reading my part in this macabre play. But it was not a play this was the genuine article.Christmas came and went, in a haze, my wife spending all her time with our son and after Boxing Day having sent nanny with the c***d to nannies own family on a paid holiday.Sue left, saying her goodbyes to the staff supposedly to “Gone to Switzerland”, but in reality being smuggled back under cover of darkness to be confined to our rooms. On the 28th I announced that my good lady was dead, having visited a sanatorium in that country and having taken the “easy way out.” I gave the staff a short holiday to mark her passing, and shut up the house in mourning as we had no kinksters staying so that gave us all some real freedom.Well before Dawn on the 29th I left to meet the executioner in our estate van, promptly at 9 I met him, as I already had seen him he was not in his hood, he then rode home in the closed body of the van with a sinister box and his suitcase. He sang happily the whole way.I delivered him to the back door by then he had on a black velvet hood, Devon sneaked him to his room and then showed him the location of his “workplace”, after the family had gone that evening.He seemed very satisfied. Alice supplied all our meals for the next three days, though all accept the executioner, who remained in his room throughout, had hardly any appetite.I am not going into detail of my night, my very last night with my wife we had said it all with some feeling of finality and a lot of real tears when prompt at 9, Devon arrived at my bedside silently giving his hand to my wife and removing her from my arms. I admit I was in floods of tears; it would not be the only time on this awful day. I remained weeping in my bed till I heard Jack replace Devon in the visitor`s room, at twelve, the day passed quickly it was soon four, I never asked as to what the treat was they shared or in fact what went on with each of our friends, that was their secrets. Alice fetched her charge taking her to our bathroom, there, she did as she had been asked, I heard the noise of the ladies in the hall changing over at six Joan took her naked charge cleaned inside and out her hair neat, she took her charge to the visitors room and in her words enjoyed her there, then to the hallway of the flat where she later told me she had fitted the weights and then the wristlets, Sue stood the whole time in trembling silence still as a statue. It was red eyed and with a trembling lip and fluttering heart that I silently took over my charge and fitted her collar and lead as Joan doubled the weightsI went to speak but she put her shaking finger to my lips tears in her eyes. I took her hint and accepted her wishes as the yard clock struck the hour of eight. It was time. I lead her quaking hairless naked body along the corridor, silently and tearfully shuffling along the weights slowing her pace as they swayed and pulled at her tender skin. Joan trailed along behind dressed in sombre purple colours and with a tearstained face.Jack stepped forward and kissed the victim silently and deeply as did Alice, then Devon knowing they would never see her again, they had decided not to watch the spectacle preferring to wait together in the library. We silently progressed to the chamber to the sound of Alice and the men crying like c***dren as we parted. We stepped into the dimly lit room and the door clanged shut behind Joan with a heavy slam of Finality.The executioner his grey eyes unsmiling, naked but for his hood nodded to her as we stood before him. His 8” tool instantly very erect as soon as his victim came into sight.She silently kissed Joan by now sitting on the bench; she then kissed the yalova escort bayan man`s hand and then his penis a gesture that got to my emotions more than anything so far.I led her to the waiting table, and then I kissed her again, deep and final, before removing the breast weights, though not the labia ones before I lay her face down over the padded table, one hand on each of her shoulders holding her for him. The executioner came to her and fed his huge stiff prick into his victim. Tears misting my eyes as he ****d Sue in a hard un-caringly rough fashion, the weights swinging painfully with every thrust, his cum filling her like some sort of receptacle.As soon as he was disengaged and out of her body I went and sat with Joan, mentally I had forced myself to accept she was now no longer in my care, and had gone, ceased to exist in my cosy world. His balls having emptied, he stood back caught her by her collar and led her to the spike, glittering in the soft light as it innocently stood under the lift.He allowed her to kiss that terrible phallus which would soon end her life, before he gently almost tenderly lifted her arms to the pulley cable`s grip, there was a silent pause then he began to haul her unresisting body up, stopping as the tip was opposite her naval. He secured her then fitted a safety rope, quietly telling her that that was where the thing would lodge for 30 long minutes, I heard a sharp intake of her breath, repeated by Joan and I, her eyes and ours, were fixed on the point of that awful spike.He asked if she wanted a gag, which she refused, his smiling eyes showing she had chosen his preference.He began again to lift, until the top of her pubic bone was just level with the wicked point. He let her hang for what seemed to be an eternity savouring the moment.She looked over at Joan and me, and then slowly smiled at us as she slowly opening her lovely legs so he could feed the tip of the cold steel shaft into her warm sexual cavity. Sue nodded to him and chuckling to himself he gently lowered her till the first six inches or so no further than a dildoe was located well inside her hairless slot, again a wait, he then began to play with her sex with his right hand, his left caressing her breasts and toying with her nipples Joan took my hand and her nails dug into my palm the nails dug deeper as Sue began to respond, her nipples stiffened as I knew they would. We sat in a strange silence gaping with horror both knowing what would happen when she climaxed. She resisted the body`s automatic reaction to his caress as long as she could, her face told of her internal battle, but it was no use she began to climax, a huge and obvious climax.We both knew she would, it was only a matter of time, her breathing became sharp, her nipples erect as hat-pegs and we knew the time had come. She nodded gasped “now” and with a grunt of delight he pulled the release rope. Her body dropped suddenly perhaps another six inches or a little more. The weights scr****g down the spike with a metallic scratching sound. Her scream will haunt me to my grave as the point began penetrating her womb.Her happy executioner came and sat beside us to watch her agony as the spike steadily did its deadly work. He quietly explained each ghastly jerk as the tip of the spike travelled through each of various organs, savouring each moment, each sound each twitch of her body.Sue watered the floor to his Deep joy, her bladder probably pierced. Her weight, slowly forcing the thing up through her soft empty gut the pain must have been off the scale. Her screams still loud as the safety wire slowly took the weight of her body arresting the progress of the spike up through her body short of her heart. He said she would quieten soon then he sat silently savouring her noisy pain, like it was some fabulous piece of some wonderful opera.He explained that she had specifically asked for him to use a very special whip in her body and that he would be doing so in a moment, when she quietened herself, also just before he released her, he was to remove her labia.We sat numb, not taking in his commentary, watching our friend and lover in the tremendous pain she so desperately craved, as her screams slowly reduced to a whimper and she came to terms with this intruder within her body. From his box I had not before noticed, hidden under the bench he took a multi thong whip; he took his time showing us the tiny steel blades embedded in the thongs, she had he said “requested a whipping of 10 strokes from this awful thing,” he smiled as he told us “it would render her body a bloody mess in no time, though hardly penetrating her skin to any depth,” he said “it was not the only thing she had requested to distract her in the next 30 minutes. There were weights and he was to remove her labia at the last few minute and destroy her clitoris as well.”He reached into his box yet again, this time producing a pair of soft jawed clamps which he first held up for her to see then clamped fiercely onto each nipple finally adding quite a number of weights till her face contorted with fresh pain. After a short while, Sue raised her head and looking at her tormenter she managed to nod, though it was an obvious effort, he was quickly on his feet, checking the clock as he did he stood and swiped at her back, thin bloody strips ran down from the marks of the thongs, she did not utter a sound, the second hit her shoulder tearing shreds of skin as it went, she groaned, the third her right buttock her tender skin now dribbling blood from every one of a hundred tiny strips of torn flesh, her screams now loud as he changed places, more cuts appeared, this time on her left buttock and the final strokes were across her shoulders and her leg backs, with every stroke her screams had raised an octave. blood ran in rivulets down her legs to drip from her toes, the spike too, now less prominent in her other agony had blood trickling down it. Her noise now much quietened to a continuous moan, her face a fixed smile as if she was enjoying herself, her eyes following him as He again sat on our bench, it was as if we were sitting in a park admiring the ducks it was just her and him in this crazy pain-filled world.He began to hum, enjoying every little moment of her agony, savouring her every moan, the drips of her blood to the floor, the thickness of the spike forcing her sex open to still greater distortion and the lips of her sex bulging to accommodate this cold intruder. He kept glancing at the clock, eager to begin complying with her next wish at the second she had requested. He produced a small sharp curved bladed knife, the instant the full 25 minutes of this horrendous pain had passed he wanted to be adding to her pain, he showed her the knife, and again she nodded faintly, less definitely this time, but her permission without a doubt. So with the weights still holding her labia stretched each lip tightly taught, cutting, with a single swipe of the knife, he removed the fist lip of her sex blood flooded over his hand. Again the wicked blade flashed, and she was circumcised, the holding her hood back with his left hand he probed for her clitoris with the point of the wicked blade slicing it neatly in two with a flick of his wrist. Her single scream was pitiful.Her body began to drain of both strength and blood. He turned and released the safety cord, making very sure she saw him do it. her screams hitting a new high as the point resumed its terrible final steadily unstoppable journey up through this piece of butchered meat that had once been my lovely Sue; her sex forced open further to allow the metal phallus to progress.It took just a few short seconds that seemed like forever.Suddenly it was over; her agony was finished, she was gone, on her face a sad smile. The silence was oppressive as the executioner kissed what was left of the slumped body on each of her nipples as he removed the vicious clamps, shaking his head at the bruising to her breast skin as if checking peaches on a grocer`s stall and mumbling that that was a waste as he had wanted them perfect! He remained as the agreement, to do whatever he wished with his bloody toy. His un-aided erect penis spraying seed over the blood, pooling round his bare feet as he began to remove her right breast, she was in no pain now, and I doubt he saw us leave. Joan led me away, tears flooding my eyes, both of us in shock, my hand un-noticed till then bleeding freely from the grip of her nails.We joined the family in the library they silently gave us friendship, strength and very strong drink, we all became very, very drunk.The next day a hearse arrived delivering a coffin supposedly bearing her body, it passed the estate van at the gate with me driving, he was returning the executioner to his rendezvous where, I just unlocked the door and walked off to the coffee shop, unable to face this creature that had done my lover so easily to death.On my return the van was empty. I lived for the whole trip in fear of the breathalyzer having consumed more than a little drink to dull the pain that previous evening.Devon and Jack tearfully took the now emptied coffin down to the charnel house that had once been our playroom.The spike lay on its side still on its base like some hideous kebab skewer, still red with dried blood to ¾ of its length and surrounded with drying pools of blood and semen. Beside it a mutilated plastic covered piece of meat covered in its black plastic shroud mercifully hidden from their eyes it`s grey face still smiling with the dull unseeing eyes, watching their every move, as they placed it into the newly delivered coffin. They screwed the lid in place then Later Together with me on my return we lifted the now heavy coffin up the stairway laying it on trestles in the reception and removing the lid covering the body from the neck down with a shroud and the eyes with old pennies. The estate staff came next day filing past in silent respect. They all attended the funeral, the burial in the arboretum and of course the funeral tea, cooked by the cook from the village and served as usual and as always in the library by cook`s sister Betty with Devon the butler in attendance.Things were back to routine normality though for us they could never ever be the same again.

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