No Takesies Backsies (MF/F, Dolcett, cruel impalement)

The very blonde Landon learns a valuable lesson about true friendship and the dangers of takesies backsies.

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No Takesies Backsies

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“Come on, loser, you never had a problem lifting your ass for a dick,” Dorie jeered good-naturedly.

Landon wrinkled her nose. She was kneeling on a low table in the park’s eating area, completely nude except for the rope binding her wrists and ankles together, and her stomach flutters were getting completely out of control.

“This is a little different, you know,” she muttered. A spit wasn’t exactly the same as a cock, and while being impaled certainly meant you were fucked, it was in a different sense of the word entirely.

Dorie smacked her friend’s ass. “Up!” she said. “If we don’t get this big boy inside you soon, you won’t be ready for the party. Just think of it as the biggest dick you’ll ever take. And the last, of course.”

An icy chill flooded Landon’s body. She felt the roughness of the wooden table against her knees, and thought about what she was about to go through.

Last night had been a delirium of alcohol, partying, and sex. God, so much sex. The anticipation…

She had signed the conversion contract with Dorie’s hand guiding hers, and Dorie’s boyfriend Greg’s cock up her ass. It had seemed so fucking hot, being nude in front of everyone, the center of attention, the raw sexuality of the moment, and then the last best fuck of your life. What girl wouldn’t want to go out like that?

Landon swallowed hard. She was suddenly aware of her heart beating rapidly.

Dorie snapped her fingers next to Landon’s ear. “Hey, ground control to a major blonde, are you ready to get that ass up for me? Chop chop!”

“Dorie, I’m not sure I can go through with this,” Landon said raggedly.

Her body was reacting in ways she couldn’t control. She felt herself trembling, felt the strange wetness as her traitor pussy tingled with terror that she’d been conditioned to find arousing.

Dorie rolled her eyes and cupped Landon’s womanhood with her hand, massaging her, rubbing her clit, and despite her sudden reluctance the blonde let out a low moan.

“Don’t be stupid, spit muffin,” she said. “I can feel how juiced up you are. Your dumb brain might think you don’t want this, but your body doesn’t lie. What, are you worried about it not fitting up your butt? I lubed you up so much you could take a horse!”

“Dorie...” Landon pleaded, her hips popping despite herself. “Where’s Greg? I need to talk to him, I can’t do this anymore! I just need to think for a minute!”

Dorie gave a cute little growl of annoyance. “You fucking dummy, it’s too late. Didn’t you read the whole contract? Don’t you know the law?”

“I was drunk! I was getting buttfucked!”

“And whose fault was that exactly?” Dorie replied, toying with one of her brunette curls with the hand that wasn’t occupied with Landon’s buttery-hot cunt. “Oh well, I guess it’s your choice. Greg!”

Landon felt a weird, wiggly sensation run up her spine as she heard Greg’s footsteps behind her. She twisted her head around to look at him, and as she took in his six-and-a-half foot frame, his hard muscles, she remembered how he manhandled her, moving her like a doll, pressing her face into the bed, and she almost came on Dorie’s squirming hand.

“What is it, slut?” he said harshly. “I’m busy.”

“Landon’s scared. She says she won’t do it.”

Greg scoffed. “She says that, huh? But the dumb cunt’s still kneeling.”

Dimly, through the haze of panic and arousal, Landon realized he was right.

He shook his head. “She didn’t read the contract, did she?”

Dorie grinned. “She was drunk. You were buttfucking her.”

Greg pulled out his cell phone and held it next to Landon’s face. “Let’s make it official. Say it for the record. Landon Andrews, you signed a contract with me yesterday to get converted. Now you say you won’t do it. Is that right?”

Dorie took her hand away, leaving Landon gasping and twitching.

“I don’t...” Landon began, and Dorie walked in front of her holding the spit.

Landon’s green eyes snapped to the lethal metal implement, taking in the sharp point, the length and girth of it, and she thought she could actually feel it sliding into her asshole, stretching her wide, and then ripping through her tender young body, raping her organs, the pain. She thought of the gutting knife, and the feeling of her intestines slopping out of her sliced-open belly. She thought of the searing heat of the flames if she survived long enough, and then NOTHING. THE END. Nothing at all, forever and ever and ever.

She felt a scream rising up inside her, but it came out of her mouth as a soft, defeated sigh.

“I can’t. I won’t. You can’t make me,” she said dully, dropping her gaze to the tabletop. “Let me out. Let me out of these fucking ropes.”

Greg let out a laugh. “You don’t pay much attention to politics, do you? Stupid bitch. Dorie, give me the spit and hold her.”

“What?” Landon said, looking wildly left and right. “What are you...”

Dorie grabbed her and held her tightly. “You silly pig, the conversion laws changed this year. If you repudiate a conversion contract, all of your immediate female family members are eligible for conversion!”

“I always wanted a piece of this meat’s mom,” Greg said. “She’s such a fucking juicy cow. Can’t believe she’s still alive, guess that’s the benefit of your husband dying young. He can’t convert you.”

Landon gaped, and then the chill metal of the spit was at her asshole, pressing in, and she really did start to scream.

She thrashed around on the table, scraping her knees, desperately trying to get out of her bonds.

“Whoa, Nelly!” Dorie growled, trying her best to keep her erstwhile friend in place. “Greg, we might need to switch.”

With a grunt that could have been annoyance or amusement, Greg set the spit down. He walked over to Landon’s head and watched Dorie’s attempts to keep the wildly fighting blonde still.

Pursing his lips, he waited for his moment. When Landon drew her breath in for another scream, he raised his arm and drove his elbow as hard as he could into the back of her neck.

The crack of Landon’s neck snapping was muffled by the meat surrounding it, but it was loud to her. She heard it vibrating up through her bones, carried to her brain through her own tissues, and instead of a scream there was only a horrible gagging noise as her body went limp.

“That out to hold her,” Greg said, satisfied. “Get her ass up, I don’t have all day.”

“Sure thing, sweetie!” Dorie said, grabbing Landon’s hips and lifting her holes towards Greg and the spit.

The air left Landon’s lungs slowly, whispering out past her lips as she felt her asshole spread wide by the spit, the sensations dim and distant through her damaged spinal cord.

Her mind was racing, pure animal panic flooding her system, punctuated by spikes of horrified betrayal.

How could she do this to me? How could she?

As the spit slowly pushed through her body, waves of muted agony pulsated in her consciousness. She felt Dorie’s small soft hands on her skin and heard her gleeful little laughs as Landon was impaled.

Landon thought of her mother, her sweet wonderful simple mother, and the image of the curvy blonde with Greg’s dick up her ass and Greg’s hands choking the life out of her popped into her head.

The spit was through her belly, masterfully guided around the heart, it was almost in her neck, she was choking, and she saw with vivid photorealism a picture of her two sisters dangling from hooks through their ankles, twitching as their throats were cut open, good deep slices to open their veins and let the blood drain out of their meat.

She gagged again, and Dorie cried out in delight as the bloody tip of the spit poked out between Landon’s soft, pretty lips.

Dorie knelt down, staring deep into Landon’s eyes, and she thrilled at the hopelessness she saw there.

“Y’know, I don’t think this chick’s gonna make it until the fire,” she said as inch after inch of metal slid out of Landon’s mouth. Greg gave a short laugh as he pushed, Landon’s asshole pulsating around the invading spit as it killed her.

Finally, he stepped back and brushed his palms together. “Job well done, I say.”

Dorie guided Landon down onto her side and hauled her to the edge of the table, keeping firm eye contact the whole time.

“I don’t know if you’re gonna really feel it,” she said softly. “But I want to see your face as he guts you.”

There was a flicker of life in Landon’s eyes, and a sound like a moan slipped out around the spit.

Then Greg was next to her, and Landon winced as the small, sharp pain of the knife entering her pretty belly competed with the immense aching agony of the spit.

“Ooooh, you did feel that,” Dorie breathed. “That’s so hot.”

The blade moved down Landon’s tummy, a hot red line slithering from close to her sternum down to her pubic mound, and even with the damage to her neck she could feel the way her muscles parted so easily for the steel, spreading apart like a pussy opening up for a cock.

Greg’s hands reached into her, and the feeling of her guts sliding out of her body to spill over the ground, of the knife working again to sever connections, of the last final slide and the abominable emptiness, filled her head with something like a windstorm.

Dorie watched as the pain and despair and horror faded out of Landon’s green eyes, leaving behind not even a shadow of what the blonde had been. Tiny echoes of what Landon had felt remained on her face, in the tear streaks and the twist of her lips, but her eyes were entirely empty.

“She’s gone, sweetie!” Dorie said brightly. She kissed Landon on the cheek. “Let’s get this meat on the fire, everyone’s going to be here in a few hours.”

“One of her sisters is coming, right?” Greg said, scratching his cheek. “When should we spring it on her?”

Dorie mused for a moment. Her hand slid into her shorts, down between her thighs, and she sighed as she circled her clit.

“Let’s see if we can get her in the sack,” she said slowly. She licked her lips. “Mmmm, I can see it in my head. We’ll get her hot and bothered, and right after she cums we’ll take everything away from her. Fuck, I can’t wait!”

Greg lifted Landon’s body easily. A few latent twitches ran through the carcass, drawing a snort of laughter from him as he walked towards the firepit.

Today was a great day.