by Riwa
Part 1
Even now Dorothy didn’t know why she’d agreed to go through with it. The man on the Internet had described it in perfectly ghastly detail. And yet it had given her the erotic shakes something fierce.
He had actually come across to her in a rather sympathetic manner, telling her it wouldn’t take long and that it wouldn’t hurt much. He’d told her that he would do it humanely, if you could even call such a grisly act humane! It was something more suited to cattle or wild game than it was to any human being. And yet she couldn’t stop thinking about it!
He told her he could give her drugs to ease the pain at the final moment. But he said the drugs would probably hamper any orgasm she might have, although she would no doubt piss herself during the moment of truth. Dorothy told him she wanted the full experience and would probably ride it out without any drugs.
He’d actually given her every chance to back out, telling her he could easily find someone else to replace her if she chose not to give her consent. That’s when she’d watched herself type the words, “Don’t give this to anyone else, love! You’ve got me all worked up! I’ll be there with bells on!”
Now she found herself sitting there staring at her computer screen wondering if she’d gone stark raving mad! Had she given her consent because she was actually jealous of the fact that he might get some other woman to go through with it? Or was it something much deeper… some dark fantasy far more lethal than any she’d ever considered before?
It was impossible to sleep that night. She kept imagining herself at the crucial moment, cumming up a storm as her bladder gave way. It was crazy – she was a bloody fool for even considering it! And yet she felt like she couldn’t back out now! After all, she’d told him she would be there!
She should have known it wouldn’t be that easy the moment her half-sister appeared at her door the next day. Dottie instantly tried to put on her best face, hoping to get past her discerning sister without giving up her deep, dark secret. For some reason Zilpha always seemed to know when she was up to something particularly kinky.
“What brings you to my humble abode?” Dorothy asked, trying to act casual. Zilpha simply eyed her dubiously.
“You can cut the crap, Dot! I know something’s up with you. I don’t know how but I always know. It’s like I can feel it in the air or something. So what did you get yourself into this time?”
“What makes you think I’m into something?” Dorothy asked innocently.
“Don’t try to con me, love! I woke up this morning and I just had this gut feeling. But now that I’m here I can see it in your face!”
“You always were the suspicious one, hun,” Dottie remarked, trying to downplay it. But she already knew in her heart that she wasn’t going to be able to hide this one from her half-sister very well.
“I have every right to be suspicious about you and your kinks, you silly bitch. The last time you had that look on your face you allowed that guy to take you to his pool and dunk the shit out of you. You ended up half-drowned, remember? I bet you still get the shakes just remembering how that bloke nearly drowned you!”
Dottie’s face flushed red as memories of that intensely erotic event filled her mind. Almost immediately she could feel her pussy moisten. She thought she could even feel a faint strain in her lungs as she remembered how long he’d made her hold her breath until the air had burst out of her lungs! She was definitely getting turned on just remembering the bloody event, even though it had happened some time ago!
“See?” Zilpha crowed triumphantly, pointing right at her. “You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you, you silly bitch! And the time before that you hired that guy to strap you to your caning horse! Somehow I knew you were up to something that time as well before you even gave in to him! You told me afterwards how he caned you within an inch of your kinky life and that you’d passed out on that bloody horse from one orgasm after another!” Now Dorothy was really embarrassed.
“So what is it this time?” Zilpha wanted to know. “Firing squad? Don’t tell me you found someone with a working guillotine! Or did someone talk you into burning at the stake along the coast?”
Dorothy felt her heart skip a beat. Zilpha always knew how to tease her, how to get her motor running! At least she could truthfully tell her it was none of the things she’d mentioned.
“It’s nothing, hun; nothing at all. It’s just that I…” and she felt her heart rate increase dramatically as she thought again about where she would be going. “I do have to take a little trip tomorrow.”
GAWD! Why the hell was she so BREATHLESS??
“AHA!” Zilpha crowed again. “I KNEW it! You’re up to something, you silly bitch! What are you up to this time?”
“It’s nothing!” Dorothy sputtered much too quickly. “It’s just a trip I’ve got to take is all!” Zilpha wasn’t buying it for a second.
“Unh hunh! Mind telling your wise, older sister where you’re going, love?” Dorothy was certain Zilpha would have her committed if she knew!
“If I told you, then you’d try to talk me out of it,” she answered, suddenly finding herself trembling like a leaf. Gawd! Now she couldn’t stop thinking about it again! She felt like she might pop off any second now!
Zilpha looked at her closely as though peering right into her soul. “Bloody hell, love! I can tell this one’s really got you all worked up! You look like you’ve been cumming all day long!” Dorothy blushed again, knowing her sister wasn’t that far off.
“I, uh… it HAS been a long day, sis.”
“I’ll BET it has, you silly bitch!” Zilpha snorted. “That good, is it? So what’s it going to be this time? What’s it going to be that requires you to fly out of the country? I assume you ARE flying out of the country; aren’t you, love?”
“Yes, I’m flying out,” Dorothy admitted, her body trembling like mad. There really was no use hiding it from her sister. Zilpha was going to find out she was leaving one way or the other.
“So what’s it going to be?” her sister persisted. “Burning at the stake? Cement shoes in somebody’s backyard pool? Does he want to take your bloody head off? What’s he going to do to you, you silly bitch?” But there was no way she was telling Zilpha about THIS one… well, not yet anyway!
“You, uh… you don’t want to know,” she sputtered, her chest heaving. She still couldn’t get that image out of her mind… the word picture he’d described of her final moments in such vivid detail. She still didn’t know why she’d given her bloody consent!
Zilpha frowned, intently studying her sister’s face for anything that might give her a clue as to what her crazy sister might be up to. Then she sighed heavily, shaking her head. “Maybe I’d better tag along on this one, love.”
Dorothy looked at her and gulped nervously. She wasn’t sure it was a good idea allowing Zilpha to come along with her. After all, she’d given the guy her consent! Her sister would no doubt try to talk her out of it!
But what if she chose not to interfere? What if Zilpha went and calmly watched it all happen like an impartial observer? Or worse: what if her sister actually got off on it?? The thought of Zilpha getting turned on watching what he was going to do to her gave her such an erotic rush that her knees almost buckled underneath her! Then she gave it a little more thought.
What if he decided to do Zilpha as well? That thought was particularly unsettling. But oddly it was also just as disturbingly erotic imagining him doing her sister right after he did her!
“Sis, I really don’t think you want to be coming along on this one,” Dorothy said after giving it some thought. But Zilpha was suddenly adamant.
“What? And miss all the fun? You deserve a good caning, love, just for getting yourself all worked up like this! Whatever he’s going to do to you must be something special if it’s got your liver in such a quiver! I really think I should be there when it happens, love; don’t you think? In fact, if it’s got you this bloody excited then I just might want to consider joining in on all the fun!”
“Trust me, sis; you don’t want in on this one!” Dorothy gasped. But she was already having arousing mental images of what might happen to her sister if she got all caught up in it as well!
Gawd! What the hell had she been drinking to consent to such a crazy proposition??
Zilpha was highly suspicious and wasn’t about to back down. “I’m tagging along on this one, love, whether you like it or not, ok?” Dottie exhaled heavily, knowing there was no way of saying no to her half-sister, not when she was this determined.
“All right – all right; you can tag along, ok? But believe me, hun; I’m doing this all by myself! Trust me on this one, ok? At least you’ll be there to watch me when it happens. You’ll probably get a kick out of it, telling me it serves me right.” Zilpha just grinned wickedly at her.
“You definitely are the kinky one in our family, you silly bitch. Now tell me where we’re flying off to.” Dorothy took a deep breath before telling her sister the bad news.
“Islamabad, sis. Tomorrow we’re flying to Islamabad.” Gawd! That image was back in her mind and she was trembling like crazy again.
“Islamabad???” Zilpha gasped in shock. “Bloody hell, Dorothy!! What the HELL did you get yourself into THIS time??”
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She had to make preparations before they left for the airport. So she shaved her pubes, put her blonde hair up into a pony tail and then picked out a nice dress to wear along with some nice earrings. She’d also urinated a couple of times from both her fear and her intense arousal.
Now on the plane in midair with her half-sister Zilpha, Dorothy Curtis’ head was in another world. She’d nearly orgasmed when they’d stepped on board. She simply couldn’t stop thinking about it, couldn’t stop trembling over it! And even with her sister tagging along she still didn’t think she could make herself put a stop to it!
Bloody hell! What was she thinking when she accepted his proposal? Was she insane? Was having the orgasm to end all orgasms worth the price she was about to pay?? She really had no idea. But she had to admit she was actually thankful for her sister’s presence. It did have somewhat of a calming effect on her… until her mind would drift once again as she mentally pictured what would happen to her at the precise moment of her impending fate.
During the flight Zilpha tried several times to get the truth out of her. But Dorothy’s lips remained sealed the entire time. She simply couldn’t risk sharing with her sister what was going to happen to her until the very end when it would be too late. Otherwise she was sure Zilpha would certainly try to talk her out of it.
The problem was: at this point she didn’t know if she even COULD be talked out of it or not! Besides, she kept telling herself she’d given her consent and that he would be expecting her at the airport! She felt like she had to keep her word, regardless of the consequences!
Dottie had been in a constant state of arousal ever since her last chat with him over the Internet. The fact that she was soon going to give her life away only intensified her feelings. Even with the comforting presence of her older sister she still couldn’t help herself!
Zilpha had been right of course. Somehow her older sister always seemed to know when something big was up with her or when she was about to engage in some particularly kinky play. Zilpha could read her like a book! Dottie sighed, realizing that it shouldn’t have been all that surprising for her sister to show up at her door unexpectedly, much less decide to accompany her.
So what would happen once they got to their destination? Would Zilpha put up a protest? Or would she calmly sit back and watch, giving in to her sister’s crazy desires by witnessing her final moments? Would she even get off on it, watching her silly bitch sister get what she had coming to her? Dottie shuddered from a terrible arousal despite her growing fear as she experienced the last few hours of her life.
‘But what of Zilpha?’ she wondered uncertainly. What if he decided he couldn’t allow any witnesses? What if he tied up her sister and did her too? Or better yet: what if her crazy sister volunteered to go next?? Bloody hell; was that even possible??
Dottie gasped and tremhemorrhage, getting the shakes something fierce as she imagined him doing her sister as well! Now wouldn’t THAT be terribly erotic! Bloody hell; this was insanity!!
Dorothy sighed as she reclined in her seat. Zilpha gave her a dubious look and then sadly shook her head, sighing heavily. “That bad, eh, you silly bitch? Something tells me I’m going to get more than I bargained for tagging along on this crazy venture of yours.”
Dorothy looked back at her with a wild look in her eyes before smiling sheepishly. She was in too deep now. All she could do now was play it out and see what would happen once they arrived at their destination.
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Her Internet contact was waiting for them at the airport when they landed in Pakistan. The minute she saw his familiar Arab features from the pictures he sent, both her fear and arousal intensified exponentially. He bowed as he greeted her, telling her that everything was ready.
He looked alarmed when she motioned at her companion. “This is my half-sister Zilpha,” Dottie explained in a trembling voice, somehow finding the presence of mind to speak coherently despite knowing what would soon be done to her. “She insisted on coming.”
“I see,” he responded carefully. “Is she also going to…?”
“No, she’s not,” Dorothy told him. “She is just here to observe.”
“The hell I am!” Zilpha spoke up indignantly. “I’m in this up to my eyeballs now, love! Whatever you do to my sister then you do to me, understand?”
As he looked at her with a knowing smile and agreeing nod Dorothy’s eyes flew open in horror. “No, sis!” she squawked in a quivering voice, her arousal intensifying. “Not this time!” But Zilpha was adamant.
“I’ve come this far, Dot! I’ll be damned if I’m going to miss out on all the fun! If you’re this bloody riled up then it’s GOT to be good!”
“No!” Dottie gasped, shaking her head. That’s when he lifted up a hand.
“It is ok, Dorothy. She can change her mind once we get there.” Dottie looked at him, saw the look of sheer determination on the face of her sister and nodded numbly. She was so worked up, her body shaking so badly from an arousal so insane, she thought surely she was going to explode into a thousand sexually charged little pieces!
Part 2
Dottie got more and more anxious the longer it took for them to drive up into the hills. They both sat quietly in the back seat of his American Continental, a vehicle he had thoughtfully arranged so they could ride in comfort. But of the two sisters sitting quietly, both deep in thought, Dorothy was the more fidgety of the two.
Her mind kept telling her that this was it; this was really going to happen! He’d told her the trip would only take 40 minutes and that she would be dead in less than an hour. She was so petrified, so terribly excited, that her body almost felt like it was one gigantic orgasm in progress!
Zilpha looked at her sister and kept shaking her head, rolling her eyes in amusement. Obviously the coming attraction had to be extra special to have Dot so utterly distracted, so obviously worked up! If it was going to be that good then she definitely wanted to take part. Dorothy was so much kinkier than she was but she wasn’t beyond a few kinks of her own.
Time became precious to Dottie as though it was racing her toward her doom. Low moans kept bubbling up from somewhere deep inside her, forcing her to try to swallow them back down. Zilpha kept turning to look at her, only to shake her head in resignation. Stupid, silly bitch!
When the Arab pulled off the dirt road Dorothy let out a low moan, trembling like crazy as Zilpha looked all around. Now SHE was confused… and a little unnerved. There was nothing here at all!
“We will walk from here, ladies,” he told them from the front seat. “It is not far. Here… I have water for you both.” He passed two bottles back to the both them, each one gratefully accepting the gift while gulping much of their liquid down.
All three of them got out and began the hike into the hills. It only took about ten minutes before they descended down into a small gully that was hidden from prying eyes. When what looked like a small encampment with a single pitched tent appeared Dorothy began hyperventilating.
“We have arrived,” he said plainly. Then he looked at Dottie who was trembling like crazy. “Do you wish to be in your dress or would you like to be naked?”
Dorothy stared all around in horror, realizing she was about to die in this very spot! She blinked at him and then numbly started to strip, her mind screaming, “GAWD, THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING! I’M REALLY HERE; THIS IS IT! WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING??”
Zilpha looked at her sister as though she was crazy! You’re stripping HERE?? Under THIS sun?? You’re going to burn yourself, love!” Dottie just moaned softly as she continued to strip in a very mechanical manner.
“When in Rome I guess,” her sister sighed, shaking her head. Then she too began stripping out of her clothes.
“Silly bitch!” Zilpha muttered under her breath. “Ok, love! I’ll go along with you on this one, ok? But believe you me! This is the LAST time I get involved in one of your kinky plays!” Dorothy just looked at her as though she was actually going to orgasm right then and there, her chest heaving as her heart raced.
For the life of her Zilpha simply couldn’t imagine what had gotten her sister all riled up! She had an uneasy feeling but she had dismissed it as being far too unlikely… had kept dismissing it ever since they’d taken the cab to the airport. Now she began to feel an element of foreboding as she neatly folded her clothes and added them to Dorothy’s pile.
While they undressed their host walked to the tent and appeared to rummage around inside. They were both naked when he returned with brown tape. Immediately he went to work binding their wrists behind their backs.
“Bondage, ah?” Zilpha said to her sister with an amused little smile. “Kinky… I should have guessed.” But something didn’t feel right and she was becoming more unnerved by the moment.
Dorothy wanted to speak, wanted to say something to her sister about what was going to happen to them next. She wanted to say her goodbyes, wanted to explain, wanted to apologize! But she was terrified beyond belief and her vocal cords had locked up on her! They felt like they were frozen, her voice permanently shut off!
The Arab pushed her onto her knees and then onto her stomach, facing downhill. “Hey!” Zilpha gasped in alarm when she saw what he was doing to her sister. “Is this really necessary?”
“Do not be alarmed,” he explained calmly… soothingly. “It will be all right; I assure you.”
She looked at him dubiously, watching as he taped her sister’s ankles and knees together. Dorothy was left virtually hogtied and vulnerable, whimpering somewhat pitifully. “That’s a good look for you, Dot,” she chuckled, even as alarm bells started going off in her head. Then he grabbed her and forced her onto her knees and then onto her stomach as well.
“What happens next, Dot?” she asked, suddenly feeling extremely nervous. Then she tried to humor herself into feeling less apprehensive. “This is a good position for caning, I suppose! I hope he canes you really hard as you bloody well deserve it! But I’ll just take a spanking; thank you very much!” But there was a horrified look in her sister’s eyes that left her more and more alarmed.
Zilpha had her ankles and knees taped together just like he’d done to Dottie. “This is crazy, love,” she murmured at her sister. Dorothy just stared at her in horror, her mouth opening and closing but still unable to make any words come forth.
“We are ready,” the Arab announced solemnly. “I will now return with the daggers.” Dorothy inhaled sharply as he headed for the tent, writhing and whimpering in terror mixed with an intense sexual excitement. But her sister looked over at her in alarm, her heart rate spiking.
“Did he say daggers?” Zilpha asked anxiously, looking at her bound, naked half-sister. “What the hell haven’t you told me, Dot?” But Dorothy was frozen with fear. Her life was about to end in mere moments! And now so was Zilpha’s!!
The Arab returned and ceremonially placed two curved daggers upon the sandy soil in front of the heads of both women. “BLOODY HELL!” Zilpha exclaimed as extreme fear gripped her heart for the very first time during their entire trip. “DOROTHY, WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING??”
“You do not know?” he asked, looking at Dottie in surprise. “She did not tell you? Then I will explain so that you will understand.”
He climbed on Zilpha’s back and straddled her, causing her to writhe and whimper anxiously. Then he took up the dagger from in front of her and held it in front of her face. He began to speak slowly, talking to her as though calmly explaining the procedure to an apprentice…
“This is Halal slaughter, the proper method of slaughtering animal for food. I will now cut your throat from ear to ear. This will sever your food pipe, your wind pipe and your two jugular veins. But I will not sever your spine as this would cause heart attack and be very painful. Cut will be very painful but pain will only last a few seconds before you lose consciousness. I will butcher you both and then eat you and then we shall all become immortal together.”
“OHMYGAWD!”
Zilpha was hyperventilating like crazy, staring at her sister in complete and utter shock. “DOT, HE’S GOING TO KILL US AND EAT US! BLOODY HELL! IS THIS WHAT YOU AGREED TO?? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING??!!” She was almost in hysterics. All Dorothy could do was pant heavily, her eyes wide in horror and sorrow, firmly believing it was much too late to change anything now.
The Arab gently patted Zilpha on the head as though patting the head of a son. Then he grabbed her by a handful of hair and pulling her head back. He exposed her vulnerable throat and then brought the dagger up against it.
“It is ok if you orgasm and pee,” he explained gently. “It will make the blood pump faster. Is no good for the body to be filled with blood. Many germs in blood.” Then in one swift motion he brought the blade across her neck.
“DOTTIE, DO SUH-AAURUGGURUGLRUGLUGLUGGLU!”
Blood shot two feet out of her neck in a thick stream, pumping furiously. Her eyes flew open wide and her lips moved as she attempted to communicate. But he did not sever her spine, allowing her heart to keep beating… to keep pumping the precious lifeblood out of her body.
Her naked body instinctively bucked and twisted underneath him for several agonizing seconds, all caught up in a violent orgasm as her bladder released. He kept her head tipped back for several seconds as the stream of blood lessened, flowing downhill just as he had planned it. Then her expression sagged as the pain took finally away her consciousness. And then the lack of blood and oxygen to her brain took away her life as her dying heart continued to pump…
ZILPHAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Dorothy stared in utter shock… and then promptly pissed herself as she climaxed so unbelievably hard. She moaned weakly, her mouth open in a silent scream. But she was still unable to find her voice. There was nothing cruel in the Arab’s posture. He simply appeared to be doing his work!
ZILPHA! OHMYGAWD; ZILPHA! HE’S REALLY SLAUGHTERED YOU! AND NOW I’M NEXT!
The Arab gently – almost tenderly - lowered Zilpha’s head, the half-sister no longer caring what was going to happen to her remains. Then he placed the bloody dagger upon the ground. He rose up, stood over Dottie and then lowered himself down upon her, straddling her to keep her body from writhing around for when the deed would be done.
“You see, Dorothy?” he explained. “It happened very fast. I think she had an orgasm and I think she peed herself. Now I will do you. It is good I happened to bring a second blade so as not to defile you with a soiled dagger from a previous slaughter.”
He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back, exposing her vulnerable column. Dottie panted heavily, her chest heaving as she whimpered and moaned. She tried but she still couldn’t find the words to scream. Then he picked up the dagger from in front of her and held it to her neck.
“Praise Allah…”
Dorothy pissed herself again as she climaxed so very, very hard, her mind screaming, “GAWD, NOOOOOOOOO!” Then the blade cut across her throat.
Her eyes flew open as she gurgled her life’s blood away, her breath hissing out of her severed trachea. Blood poured onto the ground and flowed downhill away from her body as he had so carefully arranged. She could feel her bladder empty itself as her body shuddered from an orgasm so incredibly intense! Then as her life flashed before her eyes her senses began to fade due to her brain’s lack of blood and oxygen.
For a few seconds she found herself in the midst of a hallucination. Strangely she was back home in her basement, strapped down to her spanking horse. Zilpha had the cane in her hand and was all but furious with her.
“This is what you get for getting us killed, you silly, stupid bitch!” Then her half-sister started caning the shit out of her. The last thing she heard were the screams in her mind; the last thing she felt the fire of her bum and what felt like an orgasm to end all orgasms. Then everything went black… the blackness of oblivion…
He lowered Dorothy’s head, taking a few moments to admire the look on her face. “You both died well,” he told them. Then he placed the dagger upon the ground as he had done the other one, careful to keep the blade from touching the soil.
He got up, went to the tent and retrieved a couple of sheets of plastic as well as some water for his hands. Then he returned and laid out the sheets upon the ground. He rolled Zilpha’s body onto one sheet on her back, rolled Dorothy onto her back on the other. It was time.
He started by finishing the task on both heads. First he severed Zilpha’s spinal column before pulling her tongue down through her neck and severing it. Then he set it upright as though she might want to observe his handiwork.
Dorothy’s head was next, the spinal cord severed. Then her tongue was pulled down through the neck and cut off. “You may want to watch this,” he told her with kindness as he propped her head up so that the sightless eyes could view his undertaking.
He cut off Zilpha’s hands and feet and set them aside on a corner of the sheet. Then he cut her arms and legs in three places, also setting them aside. Finally he cut her open from her breastbone down to her pubic area.
He carefully removed all of her entrails, setting aside her liver. He cut off her nipples, saving those before cutting off and disposing of the fatty tissue that was her breasts. Then he turned his attention to Dorothy, washing his hands of Zilpha’s blood before cutting off her sister’s hands and legs. He also removed her nipples and breasts and then gutted her.
He set aside all the meaty parts, retrieving some wrapping paper to preserve the edible material. Then he retrieved a spade from his tent and dug a large hole. In it he threw what was not useable from both women: hands, feet, breasts and other body parts.
He tossed their clothes in along with the entrails of both sisters. Then he carefully took both heads and lovingly set them into the hole he had dug so that they were facing each other. He could tell they had loved each other in life. Now he wanted them to face each other forever in the afterlife. When that was completed he filled in the hole.
He quickly gathered up the wrapped meat and put it into a cooler he’d brought along. Then he carried the cooler along with several other items back to the car. It took two trips before there was no sign of the campsite other than the blood staining the ground… and that would wash away come the next rains.
He got into his car and drove on home. Then he put the meat away except for the nipples and liver of both women. These he cooked and then ate so that he could feel at one with them both.
He was a satisfied man. Now they would all be immortal. And he had fulfilled for Dorothy a great fantasy. Besides, he was certain she had orgasmed intensely while watching her sister die before her…
(written for Dorothy and Zilpha Feb 3 ’12 by riwa)