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>>25876 Thank you very much, I don´t know why but when I tried to access directly from https://www.dolcettish.com/ I got an error, but I can access to the story using this link perfectly…

Well it seems that Dolcettish has vanished so I am putting here the story that I asked for

Cassandra & Carrie
Part I: Like Mother, Like Daughter

It wasn't fair. It wasn't her fault. She had worked so hard. She had gone through hundreds of pages: memos, emails, letters, drafts…so many pages. It had taken weeks, and most of them had been redundant, in a futile search for the one page, one clause, one signature that would make this winnable. It had been a difficult case from the start. No one was sure which way it would go, or even which way it SHOULD go. It was one of those times Carrie genuinely didn't know whether she was on the right side or not… still she'd done her absolute best. But the case had been lost, costing the client a great deal of money… and now threatened to cost the firm one of its largest clients.

Carrie sat in her office, trying not to stare at the clock. But had nothing else to do. The senior partners were deciding her future with the firm…if she had one. At eleven o'clock, she was to meet with them to learn her fate. Carrie was locked in a fierce competition with another female attorney. They had recently fought for a promotion to the next level at the firm. After months of each trying to beat the other for the position, both had been promoted. Somehow, rather than cool down the rivalry, it had cemented the animosity between them with it no longer being enough that one would win, they had to ensure the other would lose. A tie was unacceptable to them. And now Carrie had a sinking feeling that after all her hard work they would take her new position and give the edge to that bitch, Samantha.

Carrie tried not to watch the clock, but she had little else to do. Any important work she'd had was reassigned to other attorneys. She'd been left a little busy work, but had quickly finished it as she tried to distract herself.

She left her office fifteen minutes before she was to meet with the partners. It would make no difference how early she arrived, but she still felt she should be waiting outside the conference room when they decided they were ready for her.

Carrie tried to appear confident as she walked through the office. She was aware that most of her coworkers were deliberately avoiding looking at her. Then she passed Samantha's office. The door stood open and behind the desk sat Samantha, watching out into the hallway, obviously waiting to see her walk past. As Carrie met her gaze, the sexy auburn haired attorney behind the desk gave her a chilling smile and a little wave. Carrie was determined not to lose to this woman. 'Oh, no, Samantha, you have not see the last of me,' Carrie whispered to herself as she reached the conference room.

She was too nervous to sit, Carrie stood, pretending to study a print of a generic painting that probably hung in a thousand offices and waiting rooms. The minutes seemed to drag on interminably.

Finally, the door opened several minutes before eleven. The senior partner who stepped out didn't seem to be surprised that Carrie was waiting even though her office was only a few dozen steps away. Without a word he motioned her in. Carrie swallowed hard and braced herself for whatever the next few minutes held for her.

She hadn't braced herself enough.

Carrie entered the room to find the majority of the senior partners seated around three sides of the long table. On the fourth side sat Carrie's mother, Cassandra, alone but for the empty chair which obviously waited for Carrie. Cassandra was a senior partner in the firm and, while her connection was obviously the reason she worked at this particular firm, Carrie worked damn hard to make sure no one questioned if it was the only reason she had a job here.

Carrie took the seat beside her mother opposite the firm's managing partner. Carrie and her mother were very much alike. It was ease to see where she had gotten her stunning good looks. Both women were tall, nearly six feet, beautiful faces, and figures that were best described as voluptuous with curves in all the right places, though Carrie's hair was blonde and Cassie's was a wavy brunette. But their similarities didn't stop with the physical resemblance that had them sometimes genuinely confused for sisters. Both were driven and strong willed, even stubborn. Sometimes Carrie felt her mother was actively trying to turn her into another version of herself, but, at the moment, she was grateful to have this forceful woman beside her.

"Ms. Walker," the managing partner began. This was not good. He and her mother were longtime friends and he'd known Carrie forever. Even as her boss, he only called her that on the most formal of occasions. "With your new position you were assigned a key role in a major case that should have been well within your abilities to handle. It seems clear now you have overreached yourself."

Carrie tried to object, but her mother's hand on her arm signaled her to wait.

"Because of you, one of our firm's largest clients is threatening to go elsewhere. He gave us an ultimatum, fire you or he takes his business to another firm."

Carrie's heart was in her throat. Was he really going to fire her? How would she get another job if word got around that she had been fired from the firm where her own mother was a partner?

The managing partner continued, "Your mother has argued furiously on your behalf. And I have no desire to let you go myself."

Carrie wanted to let out a sign of relief, but she knew there was more to come.

"We believe we have reached a decision that will satisfy the client without appearing to let you off the hook. Are you willing to do whatever it takes to rectify the situation?"

"Of course," Carrie said without hesitation. They were offering her an out and she was not going to let it get away. "I'll do absolutely anything to fix this if I can stay."

"Excellent," the senior partner smiled. He drew a sheet of paper out of a folder lying on the table before him and slid it over to Carrie along with a pen. "Please sign this disciplinary form."

Carrie looked at the paper. She had never seen this form before. She read the page, after all no lawyer ever signs anything without reading it. After the title, Acknowledgment and Consent to Discretionary Discipline, there were several paragraphs which long windedly stated that Carrie agreed to be subject to any action the partners deemed fitting and that she'd accept it without argument or appeal. 'They'll pretty much own me,' Carrie thought. 'They are going to take away my promotion and make me work my way up from the bottom again.' Carrie didn't want to start over, but she would have to at another firm anyway. At least here she had a chance of getting back on track after paying her penance. "What's this Appendix A it mentions?" She asked as she reached the end of the page."

"It's on the back," the head of the firm total her.

She flipped over the page and found a second short form titled: Consent to Promote Firm/Client Relationships. More jargon told Carrie that she was being placed in a position whose main purpose would be fostering working relationships both inside and outside the firm. "What's this?"

"As part of making up for your failure on this case, we have decided to create a new position for you that will make presenting the firm in a positive light to current and prospective clients one of your main responsibilities."

"I'm going to be in PR."

Her boss smiled enigmatically. "In a manner of speaking."

"It's not as big a deal as you're making it out to be," Carrie's mother chimed it. "You'll be taking over a lot of the responsibilities I handle now."

'Oh, I get it,' Carrie thought. 'They are trying to appear tough to appease the client. 'See, we demoted her and have one of our partners personally overseeing her with particular attention to pleasing our clients.'' What choice did she have?

She signed the page - Carina Walker.

"Excellent!" the managing partner said, smiling broadly. The other partners broke into smiles and clapped.

Cassandra gave her daughter a smile and a kiss on the forehead. "Good girl, Carrie."

The mood had suddenly shifted from somber to excited and Carrie had the feeling she'd somehow missed the joke. "What's going on, mom?"

"You'd better explain Carrie's new role in the firm to her, Cassie," the managing partner said as he stood and circled the table to stand beside her.

"Carrie, you will be replacing me as the relations officer at the firm."

"But what is that? I've never heard you say a thing about it."

Cassandra smiled at her daughter, then reached over and unzipped the managing partner's fly. Carrie watched in shock as her mother pulled out his cock and took it in her mouth.

"What the hell, mom?"

Cassandra stroked the shaft as she smiled and told her daughter, "It's part of 'promoting relations within the firm.'"

One of the partners stepped up beside Carrie. "I'm supposed to whore myself out, just to keep my job?" she asked incredulously.

"No, sweetie. It is your job now," her mother said before resuming her blowjob.

Carrie thought about the wording of the paper she'd just signed. 'Oh, shit,' she thought, 'they really do OWN me now!' She was reluctant to perform sexual favors for someone she had never seen as anyone but a coworker, but the more she thought about what she had just signed, the more she realized every word had been carefully chosen to ensnare her.

Carrie tentatively unzipped the man's fly and pulled out his throbbing manhood. She nervously licked it before taking it in her mouth. After a moment, the man seized the back of her head and shoved his cock down her throat. She gagged as she was forced to deep throat the large erection. When he relaxed his grip for a moment, she pulled off of him and coughed.

Carrie felt her mother's hand on her again. She looked up to she the familiar face smile at her with cum dripping down her chin. "Don't fight it, Carrie," her mother told her, caressing her hair. "You've always been a slut. It's just that now you are going to be treated like one." Cassandra took handful of her hair and pushed her head back onto the man's cock.

Carrie was more prepared this time as the partner took control of her again. She surrendered herself to him. She thought about her mother's words as she was being face fucked, after all a blowjob requires little thought, especially when the man has taken charge.

Carrie knew her mother was right. She was a slut. But what she did in her private life was totally different from how she acted at work. But now she was expected to get out of trouble at work by blowing the partners? How did that happen? And was this really something her mom did regularly? Obviously her mom had worked late often, but that just came with a high pressure job. Or was her job just making sure her peers came?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a flood of semen in her mouth. She swallowed and looked up to see her immediate supervisor sitting on the table beside her, bottomless, waiting for Carrie to eat her out. Carrie obliged the woman.

A half an hour later, each of the partners had gotten to make use of one of the Walker women. The two of them still sat side by side, but now their faces were both smeared with cum. Cassandra was handed a damp cloth to wipe their faces. She took hold of Carrie's chin and brought the cloth close, but caught Carrie completely off guard when at the last second, she changed her mind and licked the globs of cum off her. Only after eating what jizz she could get did she wipe their faces with the cloth.

"I'm glad that's over," Carrie said softly.

"Oh, Carrie, sweetie, that's just the beginning. The client will be here shortly."

"I have to suck him off, too?"

Cassandra shook her head. "It's going to take much more than that to satisfy him."

"You don't mean…?" Carrie said incredulously.

"For starters," Cassandra told her daughter. "But don't feel bad. I have to do much more than just fuck a corporate CEO."

"Mom, what's -"

Before Carrie could ask for an explanation, there was a knock on the door. The managing partner beckoned the person in. The door opened and in walked Samantha carrying a briefcase. Behind her was the client whom Carrie had disappointed in court and whose business was far too profitable to lose. The managing partner greeted the CEO.

"This offer had better be good," the CEO warned her boss. "I already have interviews with three other firms lined up."

"I think you will be more than satisfied," the managing partner assured him. "For starters, your account is going to be handled but one of our senior partners with the close assistance of our newest junior partner," he said indicating Samantha. "The goal is that she will be fully versed in you business needs by the time she makes senior partner."

So it was true, Samantha, the person she'd competed with so fiercely to earn her promotion, was being given her job anyway.

"And what about the bitch that fucked me over?" the CEO said, pointing to Carrie. "Why is she still here?"

"I'm so glad you phrased it like that," the head of the firm smiled. "She's here to get fucked by you. Carrie stand up and strip."

Carrie stood slowly. She wasn't at all sure this was worth it, but she knew she had signed away her right to protest. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on her chair, her bra soon followed. One by one she removed each article of clothing and piled it in the chair.

As she stood naked before the client, Carrie could see the hungry look in his eye and the bulge in his pants. But he wasn't about to let her off so 'easily'. "You have my attention, but she can't just screw her way out of this. As long as she is practicing law here, I wouldn't be a client."

"She won't be practicing law here."

'WHAT!?!' Carrie wanted to scream. 'I sign myself over to you so I don't have to start over at another firm and you aren't even going to let me practice?'

"We are making her our new 'relations consultant'. At least that's the official title she signed on to. Which means that she is now the office sex slave. And she will be available for your use whenever you visit our offices," the managing partner informed him.

The look of shock must have been evident on Carrie's face. The CEO sneared at her, "That's more like it. But…"

Carrie couldn't believe he was holding out for more. How much were they willing to humiliate her for this guy's ego?

"There is more," Cassandra spoke up.

'What? Mom, how much more can there be?' Carrie thought.

Cassandra opened the briefcase that Samantha had brought and withdrew a coil of rope and a large knife. She pulled out a chair and called her daughter over.

Carrie nervously approached and her mother instructed her to lean over the chair back. She obeyed and Cassandra cut a couple of lengths of rope to bind her ankles to the chair legs. She then bound her wrists to the chair's front legs.

"There, now both ends should be at the right height for you to use while you watch," Cassandra told the CEO.

"Watch what?"

Cassandra didn't answer. She just began to strip herself. As her body was revealed, one had to wonder at how remarkably she'd maintained her figure for a woman in her forties.

Carrie was embarrassed to see her mother naked, but she couldn't look away. She watched curiously as her mom pulled a chair away from the table to the corner of the room. She then climbed on top and reached to the ceiling. There was a heavy hook screwed into the ceiling that Carrie had never noticed. 'I don't remember a plant ever hanging there,' Carrie thought.

Cassandra tied one end of the remaining rope to the hook. She then fashioned a noose in the other end.

"Mom! What are you doing?"

"I'm going to hang so that your client knows we take what happened seriously. That's why you are taking over my duties as relations consultant." Cassandra slipped the noose over her head. "If you'd like, sir, we could make a little game of it. Fuck my daughter while I hang. If you're finished before I am, cut me down. If I finish first… well I guess you are invited to the barbecue."

Carrie couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Cassandra put a foot on the arm of the chair. "Well, sir? Do we have a deal?"

"You have a deal!"

Cassandra kicked the chair away and began to swing at the end of the rope.

"Mom!" Carrie cried out. She'd barely gotten the word out before she felt a hard cock penetrate her. She gasped. She'd been so focused on her mother's actions she'd nearly forgotten that she was going to be fuck. She couldn't believe her mom was willing to die just so the firm could keep a client. Well her mother wasn't dead yet. She could still save her if she got the man inside her to cum.

Carrie ground her hips. She pushed onto him as hard as he pushed into her. Her mother was right, Carrie was a slut, but that meant she had plenty of practice pleasing a cock. Carrie was confident she could make him cum in time. As she fucked the man, she watched her mother dancing. Her mother shocked her again by suddenly starting to rub her clit. Her mom was actually enjoying this! She was strangling at the end of a rope and it was turning her on!

Carrie suddenly realized how much it was arousing her as well. She tightened her pussy around the dick. It felt good. It felt so good. Watching her mother finger her clit as she struggled brought Carrie to a powerful climax.

As Carrie watched, her mother shuddered in the grip of her own orgasm. But she could see her mom's kicking beginning to slow. Carrie felt the cock slide out of her wet pussy, but she was sure the man had yet to blow his load.

Seconds later, the dick was in her face. "I'm close to cumming, but it looks like your mother is close to going. So I'll leave it in your hands, or rather mouth, who finishes first."

Carrie eagerly attacked the cock. She didn't mind the taste of her own juices. In fact, she found it even more exhilarating. She continued to watch her mother out of the corner of her eye as she rapidly bobbed up and down on the shaft. Her mom's movements were fading from kicks and jerks to mere twitches and Carrie knew she was running out of time.

It seemed to take forever to make a man cum with just her mouth. She wished she could use her hands on him. She wished she could use her hands on herself. She was so aroused, the itch in her clit was driving her mad.

Finally, Carrie felt the cock begin to pulse as it prepared to eject its load. A massive cumshot filled her mouth. She swallowed the salty goo and looked up at her mother.

The mature beauty hung limply. Carrie was too late. She felt guilty, until she noticed that her mother's inner thighs shimmered with the moisture from her cunt. Carrie was amazed. Her mother must have cum over and over again as she strangled in the noose.

"Well, looks like we are having a barbecue after all," the managing partner said as he crossed to Cassandra. He wrapped an arm around her, then reached up and cut the rope. Her body flopped over his shoulder. He laid her on the table and pulled the noose off her neck. "I've already make arrangements and a chef is waiting to get her spitted and roasting. Why don't you all enjoy Carrie's body while we wait for our meal to cook?"

No sooner had the invitation been issued than a stiff dick was pushed into her. Carrie was grateful to whoever was in her as her wet pussy welcomed the stimulation.

The managing partner rolled Cassandra onto her stomach. He slide is erection into her, taking advantage of her soaking wet slit. He then grabbed a fistful of her hair. He pulled her head back then brought the knife to her exposed throat.

Carrie watched as he drew the sharp steel hard against her mother's throat. The first pass cut most of the way through Cassandra's neck. Suddenly her eyes popped open.

"Oh shit, she's still alive!" Carrie cried out.

"Oh Cassie," the managing partner said to his long time friend, "you came around a bit late, didn't you?" He drew the knife through her neck again, finding the soft tissue between vertebrae and separating her head.

Carrie watched in horror and fascination as her mother was beheaded. To Carrie's astonishment, from the look on her mother's face, it looked like she was climaxing again even as her head was being cut off… Or was it BECAUSE her head was being cut off? Was her mom really that much of a snuff slut?

To Carrie's surprise, she was beginning to realize that she might be a snuff slut herself. As she looked into her mother's eyes, her severed head resting on the table in front of her and a hard cock being rammed into her from behind, Carrie couldn't deny the ecstasy she felt. She let out a cry as she orgasmed again.

Suddenly Samantha was in front of her. The sexy bitch sat on the edge of the table and grabbed a hold of Carrie's hair. She roughly pulled her head forward and buried the girl's face in her cunt. "Eat it, bitch," she said as she wrapped her legs around the young blonde's head to hold it in place.

Carrie obeyed. She aggressively munched the woman's shaven muff. She tried to take out her frustration at being humiliated by this woman knowing that she felt only pleasure. It wasn't long before Samantha screamed in ecstasy. She released Carrie's head.

As Carrie tried to catch her breath, she saw the managing partner release his semen into Cassandra's snatch. Just as two men entered the room with a long steel pole.

They moved to Cassandra's body, but Samantha stopped them. "Hold on, we don't want to sent that sow off to roast without cleaning off her steak, do we Carrie?" Samantha pushed the chair to which Carrie was bound in front of the body on the table. "Eat the cum so we can eat the cunt," she snarled as she shoved Carrie's face into her own mother's pussy.

Carrie wanted to fight, but she knew it was useless. Everyone laughed as Carrie lapped up the jizz. 'It's okay, Carrie. It's just a steak now,' she told herself. 'It isn't mom, it's just a steak.' She almost had herself convinced until Cassandra's clit reacted reflexively to the stimulation and squirted juice in her mouth. 'Oh fuck! I just made my own mother's headless body cum!'

When Samantha's was satisfied with Carrie's degradation, the caterers lined up the pole with Cassandra's ass and slide it through her until it popped out of her neck stump. Then they wheeled in the base unit for an electric spit. 'They are going to roast mom right here in the office while I get gang fucked!' Carrie realized.

Word spread through the office that Carrie was tied up in the conference room and soon everyone was waiting a turn to make use of her holes to kill time while their former coworker's body roasted on a spit. For the next couple of hours, Carrie stayed bound to the chair while the women of the office made use of her tongue and the men took turns filling all her holes. The whole time Carrie was reminded of her mother's fate as the air filled with the aroma of cooking meat.

By the time Cassandra was ready to be served, Carrie was a sloppy mess. Her face was smeared in pussy juice and cum oozed from her rear holes and plastered down her hair. She rubbed her wrists as she was finally released from her bondage by the managing partner.

"Is this my life now?" she asked as she stood among her coworkers naked and dripping their sexual fluids.

"Well, not every day will be so much of a free for all, but yes. You are now the property of the firm and are to be available for use by all it's employees, from the senior partners to the interns. You are a slave now and have no purpose other than providing pleasure to the people of this office."

Carrie hung her head.

"Don't take it so hard, Carrie. It's a compliment when you think about it. You are so damn sexy that every member of this firm can hardly wait to get off to you."

"You mean ON me."

At that moment, Lauren, Carrie's best friend at the firm approached. She handed Carrie a glass of wine.

"Thank you," she said as she took a long gulp of the welcome liquid. "I noticed that you didn't come to the conference room," Carrie observed.

"It was just too weird. I mean, I'm not into women, and on top of that you're one of my best friends." Lauren took a drink from her own glass. "This whole day is just surreal. They snuff your mom and they tie you up and use you as a sex slave. Now everybody is eating her for dinner and you are left looking like that. It's just too much."

"It would have been alright," Carrie assured the person she wished she could have pleasured. She wanted to hug her friend, partly for reassurance, but also because she enjoyed the close physical contact with this lovely girl. However Carrie stopped herself, she didn't think Lauren would appreciate being smeared with jizz. Of course, Carrie couldn't help but think how hot she'd be covered in cum. "Don't worry about me, I've always been a slut," she said with a smile. "I'll survive and mom… well… I guess she was totally into not surviving."

Carrie realized as the alcohol started to take effect that she'd had nothing to eat all day. Her meeting had been before lunch and she'd been too nervous to eat breakfast. She thought about what everyone was actually eating. "Have you tried the meat?" she asked Lauren.

"Of course not," the young woman replied aghast. "Don't tell me you're seriously thinking about eating your own mother's roast."

"Well, I'm starving. I haven't eaten anything but cum all day."

The managing partner, who hadn't gone far, overheard her. "You really should try some," he said holding out his fork with a piece of meat on it.

Carrie hesitated. Was she really going to do this? She swallowed the rest of her glass of wine and let the warm feeling comfort her. She took the offered morsel. It was warm, juicy, and perfectly tender.

"Delicious, isn't it?"

Carrie nodded.

"I have to admit I've always been partial to the taste of your mother's cunt," he said with a broad smile.

"Carrie!" came Lauren's shocked admonition.

"You really should try some, Lauren. It's delicious."

"I'm sure you'll be just as tasty."

Carrie was a bit drunk and it took her a second to process what he'd said. "Wait, what?"

"Being a sex slave is not a permanent gig, Carrie. Sooner or later it ends up with a girl getting her ass roasted. The partners have decided to make you the guest of honor at the next New Year's party," Carrie's boss told her.

Lauren gasped.

Carrie thought for a moment. She looked to the banquet table where her mother's roast was laid out and her head was on display. "It's okay, Lauren. I see now why my mom pushed so hard to make me like her. She knew this day would come and she wanted me to accept it." Carrie's hand went to her well worked pussy. "I have to confess that watching her get snuffed was pretty hot." Carrie looked at her friend and smiled as she sucked the juice off her fingers. "I guess I am my mother's daughter. Now, I think I'll go get myself a slice or two of her meat." She looked at Lauren. "After all, she got me into this."

Carrie went over to the banquet table. As she sliced off a thick piece of her mother's rump roast, she hoped her own meat would be as succulent. 'Careful, Carrie,' she silently warned herself. 'You are what you eat.'

Part II: Carrie Takes Her Work Home

Every aspect of Carrie's life changed the day her mother, Cassandra, had met her end. Even Carrie's own home would provide no escape from her new role in life.

Carrie shared her home with one of her best friends, Hilary. The two of them had been close since a very young age, and as they had matured so had their relationship. Together they had explored their sexuality. Though they were sometimes lovers, they were more friends with benefits than lesbian partners.

Throughout their lives, Carrie had always been the dominant personality. It was true as friends, it was true as roommates, and it was especially true as lovers. However, the day of Cassandra's sexecution, everything changed.

After the office party, Carrie had been looking forward to getting home. She was physically exhausted from the relentless use of her body by her coworkers and emotionally exhausted from her conflicting fear, loss, and arousal at the death of her mother. She desperately wanted a shower. She had no idea how she was going to begin relating the day's events to Hilary. Carrie hoped that when she got home Hilary would be in her room and she'd have the chance to get to the bathroom without being seen in her current semen glazed state.

When she got home, Carrie looked at herself in the car's vanity mirror. Her makeup had run and her blonde hair was plastered down. If Hilary saw her, there was no hiding what she'd been up to that day.

It was late when she turned her key in the lock. Still it wasn't unusual for her to work late, it came with being a lawyer. She quietly opened the door and peered in. No Hilary. Carrie closed the door and made a beeline for the bathroom. The door was closed. Damn, Hilary was in there.

Carrie headed to her room. She pushed open the half closed door and flipped the light switch. She stopped cold. Hilary was sitting on the edge of her bed. She was completely naked and had several of Carrie's sex toys lying on the bed beside her. She also had a small vibrator between her legs. "It's about time you got home, Carrie. I've been waiting so long I finally decided to start without you. But I still need your tongue."

Carrie was stunned, this was not like Hilary. Of course it would be today she was too horny to stand to wait. "I really need a shower first. It's been a long day."

Hilary grabbed up a riding crop and slapped it hard on the night stand. "Get over here and tongue me, bitch! If you aren't on your knees in ten seconds the next slap goes across your ass!"

Carrie was taken aback. This was very unlike Hilary. And why had she said nothing about Carrie's appearance. It wasn't possible that she hadn't noticed, so she was ignoring it for some reason. Carrie didn't realize how long she'd been frozen in shock until Hilary moved to stand.

'She's really going to do it,' Carrie suddenly realized when she saw the look in her friend's eyes. Carrie quickly dropped to her knees. She pushed the other girls knees apart and buried her face in Hilary's groin.

Hilary wrapped her legs around Carrie's head to hold her firmly in place. She moaned loudly as the beautiful blonde between her thighs flicked her tongue rapidly over her clit. She'd obviously already cum once while waiting for Carrie and it didn't take long for her to climax again. And again. And again. She held Carrie fast for as long as she could stand the feel of her tongue on her clit. Her screams intensified with each fresh orgasm.

The pressure on Carrie's head increased the more her friend fought the overwhelming electric sensation of Carrie's tongue on her clit. Carrie could hardly breathe and she feared she'd be suffocated in Hilary's snatch. Carrie couldn't help herself, and she was fingering herself to her umpteenth orgasm of the day. Hilary let out a piercing scream as she reached yet another peak of ecstasy, but she could stand no more and released Carrie, kicking her away.

Carrie fell backwards, barely catching herself. Both women panted heavily as they tried to regain their breath and strength from the effort of cumming. "What was that?" Carrie asked.

Hilary smiled, but it was not the warm smile she was used to seeing from her friend. "Your mother called me this morning and told me what her plan was. She knew full well that you've always dominated our relationship and that you'd try even harder to control me when you lost all control at work." Hilary stood, picked up the riding crop, and stepped toward Carrie. "She made me promise I would keep you in your place." Hilary caressed Carrie's face with the tip of the riding crop causing her to flinch. "Oh how I wish I could have been there to watch her dance of death at the end of the rope."

As she looked up at her friend, Carrie realized that the last measure of control over her own life had been taken away…her mother had seen to that. "Actually, she didn't strangle to death. They thought she was dead when they cut her down, but she'd actually just passed out. She was still alive when they cut her head off to roast her," Carrie said, feeling for a moment that maybe her mother had gotten what she deserved.

"Oh, yes," Hilary said as she started to message her tits. "Two shows for the price of one. Did her body jerk all over when her head was taken off?"

"No." When Carrie saw the look on Hilary's face, she knew a one word answer would not suffice. She'd never had any idea her Hilary had harbored such dark desires. She not only wanted to enslave and dominate Carrie, but had fantasies of Cassandra's execution as well. "Mom was still unconscious when the managing partner started to slice through her neck with a giant knife. But the first cut brought her around."

Hilary giggled, "Yeah, I'm sure she felt that. She probably came so hard as he sliced her head off. Cassie was such a snuff slut."

Did everyone know this about her mom but her? "I think she did. At least her face looked like it. She had to have at least gotten close, because she came afterwards."

Hilary laughed. "She came after she was beheaded? How the hell did she manage that?"

Carrie blushed as she answered, and Hilary knew it took a LOT to embarrass this girl. "That bitch, Samantha, forced me to eat the boss's jizz out of mom's pussy. Her head was already off, but she somehow came in my mouth anyway."

Hilary practically fell off the bed laughing at her. "Well, at least you got the chance to pay your final respects, right?" It took a minute or two for her to stop laughing and sit up straight again. When she did, Hilary picked something up off of the bed and held it out to Carrie. "Put this on." Carrie took the object and realized instantly that it was a vinyl dog collar. She looked up at Hilary about to say something, but she wasn't given the chance as Hilary barked, suddenly very serious, "Put it on! And don't ever take it off." Carrie obeyed. "Now strip."

Carrie stood up. She had no idea how may times she's been naked in front of this girl, but now she was embarrassed at being forced to reveal her body on command. She dropped her coat on a nearby chair, followed by her shirt, bra, and skirt. Lastly she slipped out of her panties. As she dropped them with the rest of her garments, she suddenly cried out in pain as the riding crop left a red mark across her ass. "But, Hilary-" she began to protest, but was silenced by another sharp blow from the crop against her butt cheeks.

"The first was for not licking my clit when I told you to. The second was for calling me Hilary. From now on you will address me as 'mistress' or 'my lady'. Do you understand?" Carrie only nodded as her eyes welled up. Hilary then stepped up and kissed he tenderly. "Don't take it too hard, my love. After a lifetime of you making me feel whipped, you are finally in your rightful place. Don't you agree?" Hilary asked as she took a step back again.

Carrie knew she must accept her new role. "Yes…… mistress," she replied quietly as she looked at the floor. She winched as Hilary extended the riding crop toward her again, but this time she placed it gently under Carrie's chin to coax her head up.

"But Carrie, if you ever call me by name again, you'll find out what this feels like across your face."

"Yes, mistress," Carrie responded quickly. She believed the threat and feared it.

"Now go shower. You're filthy."

"Thank you," Carrie said as she crossed to her dresser. The riding crop found her ass, yet again.

"Oh Carrie, did I not mention? You will no long enjoy the privilege of wearing clothes around the house. You may wear them to work, but when you are with me, you will wear only your collar, unless I tell you otherwise. Understood?"

"Of course, my lady," Carrie said. She slowly left the room, expecting the sting of the crop again at any moment. She went to the bathroom, turned the water on as hot as she could stand, and stepped in. As the steaming water cascaded over her aching body, Carrie felt like a real person again for the first time since stepping into the conference room that morning. As she washed herself, she couldn't help but wonder if she still was a real person, or was she now just an object to every person she knew. She also couldn't help but wonder why the thought of being treated as a mere object turned her on so much.

When she'd gotten up this morning, she'd been a lawyer with a bright career in her future. Now she was just a sex toy and her limited future held only servitude, pain, and the knowledge that she would not see the next year.

As she got out of the shower and toweled off, she looked in the mirror. The water had darkened her blonde hair and made her look even more like her mother. The mother who had orchestrated everything that had happened to her today. The mother who had devised her humiliation at work. The mother who had devised her humiliation at home. The mother who had devised her eventual death and consumption as food. The mother who had brought about her own death… which had aroused them both.

As Carrie opened the door and left the bathroom, she was startled be Hilary standing there waiting for her. A split second before she realized what was happening the riding crop stung her again, this time it was three strikes in rapid succession.

Carrie looked up at her friend with tears in her eyes. She didn't dare ask why, but she knew the question was clear.

"That," said Hilary with a cold smile, as Carrie wiped the tears from her cheeks, "was for not not bringing me leftovers."

Part III: A Day in the Life of Carrie

Carrie was on her knees in front of the managing partner in his large office. He had a fistful of hair and moaned softly as he slid his manhood in and out of the warm, wet mouth. Carrie had done this enough times to hear the change in the pitch of his low noises and know that she would soon be swallowing a large shot of cum. She prepared herself and, within seconds, he shoved his massive cock as deep as possible and fired his load. Though his forceful ejaculation had quickly filled the woman's mouth with semen, Carrie had to open her mouth as wide as possible and wait patiently to catch her share.

Carrie eagerly ate every glob of goo as it dripped from her mother's severed esophagus. After a moment, her boss removed Cassie's head from his shaft and handed it to her daughter. He watched in amusement as Carrie stuck her tongue into the dead woman's open mouth to retrieve as much of his seed as possible.

"Don't forget the bottom," he told his slave was a trickle of sperm oozed out the preserved head's open throat.

"Yes, sir," Carrie responded obediently as she turned her mother's head upside down and slipped her tongue into the cummy hole.

"Good, girl," he smiled as he patted the top of her head patronizingly. "Now you can go clean my toy off for next time."

"Of course, sir," Carrie responded as she stood and straightened her skirt - it was early enough in the day that she still had her clothes on and for some reason she didn't understand, the managing partner never made her strip.

Of all the people in the office there were only two who never made use of Carrie's sexual services and he was one. She had thought that the only reason he hadn't taken advantage of her that first day was because he had already spent two loads in her mother. But since that day he still had never made use of her. She had caught him eyeing her multiple times, even before he had demoted her from lawyer to sex slave, but apart from watching her eat cum out of her dead mother's mouth, he behaved like a perfect gentleman towards her… and she wished he'd stop.

In her previous lifetime, when Carrie had been an up and coming lawyer, she had been attracted to him. He was middle aged and handsome, but what really drew her attention was the air of power he projected. Of course, now that she'd seen the size of his member, that certainly played a role in her desire. She understood his refrain when she'd been a real employee, but why was the man who had stripped her of her status not only as an attorney, but as independent woman, (soon even as a person) denying himself her body.

What baffled her even more was that he frequently called her to his office to assist him in making use of his favorite toy. Whenever she was summoned, Carrie knew to immediately open the bottom, and largest, drawer in his desk, and remove the special item kept there: her mother's severed head, Cassandra's mouth frozen forever in open anticipation of her master's cock. She would lube the protruding tongue with warming gel, then shove the pretty trophy onto her boss's engorged member. She would work his cock until he neared orgasm, then he would either order her to finish, as he had today, or she would have to jerk him off so his cum would cover Cassandra's face. Then he'd watch as Carrie ate the sperm from her mother's face. Either way, Carrie ended up with a meal of sperm without the pleasure that could come with earning it herself. When he was finished, he would leave it to Carrie to clean his trophy so it would be ready for next time.

Carrie failed to understand why he preferred to use her mother's dead head instead of her warm, soft flesh.

Carrie started towards the door.

"Oh, one more thing, Carrie," the managing partner said.

"Yes, sir," she replied with her hand on the door.

He crossed the room and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Happy birthday, Carrie."

"Thank you," she replied with a warm smile. For a moment as she walked back to her own office, she was reminded of what her life had once been. But the moment quickly passed.

Every day Carrie would start with the same routine she'd always had: hair, makeup, suit. She would walk out her door looking the professional she had always dreamed of being, with the one obvious exception of the dog collar. As she went down the street, into the building that housed her firm, up the elevator to the office, she ignored the curious glaces her one mark of servitude drew.

When she reached the firm, she would walk to the office. It had become a morning ritual for every member of the firm to fondle, grope, squeeze, or smack some part of her body as she passed by. When she reached her office, she had nothing to do but wait. She would watch everyone in the office as they busied themselves with mountains of paperwork. Carrie's desk was bare. All of her former clients had long since been reassigned to people who were still lawyers living the life she'd worked so hard to earn and then had taken away.

It wouldn't be long before one of these people came to put her to work. She had been humiliated the first time a former equal had simply walked into her office, pulled out his dick, and pushed it in her mouth. However, Carrie had quickly come to realize that she now had no purpose here but to provide sexual pleasure. With nothing else to do, she came to welcome nearly every visitor, as it alleviated her boredom. Over the ensuing months, she eventually came to embrace her new role. She no longer studied cases, now she studied the preferences of everyone in the office. Her desk drawers were no longer filled with office supplies, but rather with toys, hand cuffs, leashes, chains and ropes, vibrators, gags, whips, and all manner of bondage objects.

Each day, Carrie would spend the first hour or two in mind numbing boredom waiting for someone, anyone, to decide they needed a release. When the first person came to her door, she would now instinctively reach for whatever she knew they would most likely want to use on her. As often as not, Carrie would end up bound to her chair or desk or the hooks that now studded her office wall for the express purpose of restraining her. She would feel the sting of a whip on her back or buttocks. Or the bite of tiny clamps on her nipples or clit. She would have a cock shoved in one of her holes or have feminine legs wrapped around her head. When they were finished with Carrie, she would be left sticky and naked, sometimes still bound, to await the next person.

Sometimes an important client would be invited to visit Carrie in her office. Many were nervous about the idea of fucking someone in their lawyer's office so it fell to Carrie to initiate the encounter. She had never had any problems making the first move, but where before it would mean flirting or subtle contact, it now usually meant stripping, dropping to her knees, and unzipping their pants.

There was one person she had come to count on servicing nearly everyday… Samantha. It wasn't enough for her to have taken Carrie's job - her future. She wanted to lord it over her fallen foe. While others enjoyed reminding Carrie of her subservience, no one relished humiliating her like Samantha. She would call Carrie into her office, order her to strip and lay down, then Samantha would sit on her face to be eaten out while fucking her with various office supplies. Or she would tie Carrie to a chair and masturbate her with a powerful vibrator until Carrie's clit could take it no more. When Carrie begged her to stop, she would shove a ball gag in her mouth and continue torturing her cunt while fingering her own until Carrie's suffering had given her a satisfying number of orgasms.

It was Samantha who had the idea of screwing hooks into the wall in Carrie's office so that she could be bound to her own wall. It had become her favorite game to gag and blindfold Carrie, then tie her spread eagle to the wall. She would then whip Carrie or zap her with a cattle prod and masturbate to her stifled cries. Samantha would finish by fucking her helpless victim with a huge strap-on which had purchased shortly after Carrie had been made the office slut. Carrie suspected that she'd bought it not only because she enjoyed causing Carrie pain, but because Samantha had always wanted everyone in the office to know she was the one with the biggest dick.

But, as much as she hated giving Samantha pleasure, Carrie had come to enjoy licking her clit and having the massive dildo invade her. But not for the reasons anyone might expect.

The only other exception, besides the managing partner, to everyone at the firm enjoying access to Carrie's incredible body was her friend, Lauren. Despite Carrie's reassurances that she would gladly get on her knees for Lauren, her friend had resisted her advances. Carrie didn't know whether her refusal to give in was just because she was steadfastly heterosexual or whether Lauren still harbored respect for her despite the fact that she left the office every day with disheveled, torn, or even missing clothes, but wearing her coworkers' sexual secretions.

Carrie could understand a straight woman's rebuffs of a lesbian liaison, but it still frustrated her that her desire for Lauren would go unrequited.

Carrie was vexed by the fact that the two people at the firm who attracted her most were the the only two who denied themselves her body. Whenever another member of the firm, especially Samantha, bent her over a desk, Carrie fantasized it was the managing partner's massive penis inside her. And whenever she had her face buried in the crotch of one of her female coworkers, again especially Samantha, she imagined herself pleasuring Lauren's shaved sex.

Carrie may arrive at work everyday looking clean and professional, but she left disheveled and covered in sperm and vaginal fluid. As she rode the elevator to the lobby everyday, the other professionals who worked in the building always got a good laugh. It hadn't taken long for the whole building to learn of the slut lawyer. The lift was frequently crowded with people snickering at her. Carrie ignored the laughs, cat calls, and wondering hands.

Frequently, one of the partners would decide to take Carrie home for an evening's entertainment. When they did, Carrie usually found herself being led from the office on a leash. If Samantha took her home, then Carrie could count on not only being leashed, but led naked with her hands bound behind her back. On a few occasions, Samantha had blindfolded her as well, forcing Carrie to rely on the leash follow her. Of course, Samantha took juvenile pleasure in occasionally running Carrie into wall or door. Carrie knew it wasn't just an immature prank, but a small reminder that Carrie was entirely at the mercy of a woman who reveled in her vulnerability. If Carrie went to Samantha's home blindfolded and bound, then she knew she'd remain that way all night. Samantha and her man would have total control of her. Carrie didn't mind being used by Samantha's partner, he wasn't a bad guy. Too good for the woman he was with, in Carrie's opinion. But having to obey Samantha's every word, not just because she was a slave, but being made dependent on her completely was almost too much.

Fortunately, Carrie didn't have to endure that indignity often. This was still a very busy law firm and it's employees were usually too involved in work to dedicate an entire evening to playing with her body. Most evenings Carrie left her office a hot mess, braved the elevator of obnoxious and handsy professionals, and just acted like she was ignoring the awkward stares of strangers on the street as she made her way home to serve Hilary.

When Carrie reached her office, she found another of the firm's female attorneys, Amanda, seated in her chair, nude from the waist down, touching herself. "There you are, Carrie. It's about time. I've been waiting almost five minutes."

Carrie knew it would be useless to object. Amanda could clearly see that she was carrying her mother's sticky head by the hair. Everyone in the office knew what that meant. Having to wait was just be a flimsy excuse to cause her some pain.

"I had come to simply be eaten out, but now I think you should be punished for making me wait," Amanda said with a smile that was mostly playful.

"Yes, miss. I must be taught a lesson," Carrie responded. She lay Cassandra's head on her desk and immediately began to stripe as Amanda searched her desk drawers for a toy that struck her fancy. It didn't take her long to decide.

Once Carrie was naked, she was ordered to open her mouth wide. Amanda propped her mouth open with a ring gag. Carrie was ordered to stand with her back to the wall of her office that was studded with steel hooks, before being ordered to her knees and to reach behind her and grasp her ankles.

Amanda quickly knelt and cuffed wrist to ankle on each side and secured the cuffs to the wall. Finally she clipped a leash to the collar Carrie had been commanded to always wear. She pulled the leash up until it stretched Carrie's neck as far a possible without strangling her. Amanda took up a stance directly in front of Carrie and shoved the girl's face into her snatch.

While the leash was carefully positioned to allow Carrie to breathe almost fully, as Amanda pushed her forward a few inches to a place where her tongue could reach the wet slit between her legs, the collar became tighter. The auto-erotic effect of barely being able to breathe was compounded by the taste of Amanda's juices and the sounds of her pleasure. Carrie quickly grew so aroused she was certain the carpet beneath her must be getting damp. She longed to have something, anything, inside her, or to have anything she could rub against her clit, but she couldn't even rub her knees together. Carrie could do nothing to ease the agony of unfulfilled arousal as Amanda cried out in glorious release time after time.

When Amanda had finally gotten her fill, she released Carrie's head and allowed the girl to try and catch her breathe as much as possible with the leash still holding her. Amanda knelt by Carrie. "I know that turned you on. I know what a slut you really are." She lightly touched the inside of Carrie's thigh. "Look how wet you are. I'll bet you'd like a little help, wouldn't you?"

Carrie nodded. She felt Amanda's fingertips lightly trace a path up her leg and around her shaved mound, but not actually entering her sex.

"Well, Carrie, do you want me to press your little button?"

"Yeth… Yeth pleathe," Carrie drooled through the gag, desperate for an orgasm.

Amanda traced her finger around the rim of Carrie's slit, but was careful not to touch the sensitive flesh. Her teasing brought Carrie close to tears. She was so near a sweet orgasm, she knew the game Amanda was playing. She'd have to let the girl have her fun, then have her own when Amanda grew tired, released her, and left. Or…

Carrie was certain a single touch could make her cum. She mentally tracked the course of Amanda's fingertip around her pelvis. She waited… then thrust her hips forward quickly.

Amanda's fingers barely grazed her most sensitive spot. The touch sent a electric thrill through Carrie, but it wasn't enough. Amanda withdrew her hand. "Now, now Carrie. That was very wrong. It's not for you try and get an orgasm for yourself. It's for your masters to decide whether or not you've earned one. I was getting around to giving you what you want, but after that selfish display, I think not. In fact, I think I'll just leave you as you are, so you won't be able to pleasure yourself once I'm gone."

'Fuck!' Carrie thought. Amanda started to leave. "PLETHE!" she pleaded. "

Amanda stopped. "It seems that you should have learned your place by now. I think I'll let everyone know that you're in here with a waiting mouth, but that you have forfeited the chance to cum today."

Amanda was true to her word. Carrie spent the entire day bound to her wall. Nearly every one of her coworkers paid her a visit for her oral services, but no one would grant her satisfaction. Carrie thought she would lose her mind from the inability to quench burning between her legs.

The brief parts of the day when she didn't have cock or cunt shoved in her face, Carrie was left to stare across her office at the birthday card the one person who still saw her as a person, Lauren, had left on her desk early that morning, her mother's severed head she still had to clean, and the large calendar Samantha had posted on her wall which starkly reminded her that this would be her last birthday. Her final birthday and rather than receiving gifts she was being denied want she had come to view as one of life's essentials.

The date marked at the end of her calendar mocked Carrie also with the thought that she had only weeks left before she would meet her Dolcett fate.

Part IV: Carrie Reaches the End of Her Rope

As the end of the year approached, Carrie was constantly reminded that her own end would coincide with it. This was thanks mostly to Samantha, who made a show of coming into Carrie's office every morning and crossing another day off of her calendar while teasing her. "One month until your hot date with a professional chef." "Two weeks until you ride the spit and thank me for every time I shoved my strap-on up your ass." "Two days until you find out how a hot dog feels on display. I wonder if they'll plump when you cook 'um," she said as she gave Carrie's ample tits a firm squeeze.

Although Carrie had long ago abandoned wearing panties (too many of her favorite pairs had been destroyed by coworkers who were impatient to gain access to her rear holes), she took extra care to wear only the sexiest bras. Her lavish breasts held in an alluring bra were the perfect pair for a tit fucking… or cooking, slicing off, and enjoying. While she imagined being beheaded and roasted whole like her mother, she knew if it were up to Samantha she'd certainly be alive as she was carved up and cooked a piece at a time - undoubtedly starting with her glorious tits. - At least then she'd get the chance to taste her own meat.

Only two days left!

After spending most of the last year being readily available to all members of the firm, and most not being shy about taking advantage of her, Carrie had noticed a sudden increase in how often she was visited by her coworkers following the office being closed for the holiday. Everyone had been fully aware the Carrie would only remain 'on staff' until the year's end, but now it seemed to sink in to most of them that the loss of their fuck toy was imminent. And the relentless pace with which she was kept busy had kept her preoccupied enough that it was just this moment that it hit Carrie how little time she actually had left.

TWO DAYS!

The whole day, Carrie was kept so busy she hardly got the chance to breathe, literally considering that everyone wanted a turn (or two) at her skilled mouth.

As the end of the day approached, Samantha seemed to become a permanent occupant of her office. When she wasn't demanding that Carrie service her, she would hold or bind the girl into whatever position Carrie's current user desired.

Carrie knew why Samantha was loitering in her office, apart from the obvious enjoyment of humiliating Carrie in front of the others - she intended to take Carrie home tonight. She had only two nights left alive, and she'd spend this one pleasing her enemy.

Sure enough, at the end of the day, Samantha pulled out her leash and hand cuffs. But she had something else in her hand also, a small black bag. Carrie knew better than to ask what was in it, Samantha enjoyed using her questions as an excuse to cause her pain. It wasn't long before her question was answered anyway. Once her hands were secured and her collar clipped to the lead, a leather strap came out of the bag and her elbows were bound together behind her back, forcing her shoulders back and her breasts out. Then Carrie was ordered to open her mouth. No sooner had she complied, than a ring gag came out of the bag, was forced between her teeth, and the strap tightly fastened at the back of her head. But Samantha wasn't done. The bag itself was actually a black hood. It had only one hole, for Carrie's mouth, the rest was a heavy black cloth that would completely blind her. But worse, Carrie's face and hair were soaked in semen. If her head was completely covered, she'd be left drenched in her coworkers sexual fluids over night. She shuttered at the thought of being trapped beneath the cover in the cold slime and flinched when Samantha went to put the hood over her. This small hesitation was enough to earn her a jolt from Samantha's cattle prod.

Carrie reluctantly submitted to Samantha. As Samantha fitted the hood to her, Carrie saw her best friend, Lauren pass her door. Her friend glanced in and Carrie gave her a pleading look, but Lauren looked away in embarrassment. She wasn't quite sure why, but Carrie closed her eyes as the hood was pulled down over her face. She wished it was her sweet Lauren taking her home tonight rather than the cruel Samantha, but even after all these months, Lauren was uncomfortable with the idea of her friend's enslavement.

"Come on, bitch," Samantha ordered and tugged on the leash. Carrie had no choice but to follow. Samantha walked far faster than Carrie would have liked, but that was nothing new. They left the office and Samantha called for someone to hold the elevator. Carrie was practically dragged along as Samantha rushed down the corridor. Suddenly, she was jerked to a stop. Carrie couldn't help but cough.

"Thank you, Lauren," Samantha said.

"No problem," Lauren responded weakly. Carrie wanted to ask Lauren to take her home instead, but between the gag and the coughing fit, she was rendered speechless. "Is she alright?"

"What does it matter? She's destined for the spit day after tomorrow."

"I guess," Lauren said, her voice uncertain.

"Besides, she's in for some pretty intense breathe play tonight," Samantha sneered.

Carrie's stomach sank. She had serious reservations about anything Samantha described as 'intense'.

* * *

Carrie couldn't breathe at all. She wanted to kick wildly until her feet found a place to stand, but her ankles were tethered to the footboard of Samantha's bed, forcing her legs apart as well as holding them in place. Samantha stood on her bed rhythmically forcing her massive dildo into Carrie's ass while her man stood on a chair fucking her pussy.

They'd started out with Carrie lying on the bed and Samantha sat on Carrie's hooded face while her man buried his cock in her. When Samantha had cum three or four times Carrie had heard her say that the real fun would soon begin. To Carrie the words were very ominous. She hadn't been sure what to expect as her feet when spread and bound. Then she'd felt the noose being slipped over her head. Her heart had felt like it was pounding in her throat as the man had hoisted her off the bed with nothing but the rope around her neck. As she'd struggled to gain oxygen, she'd heard Samantha hiss in her ear that she'd hang until the man had emptied his balls in her.

'But what if he doesn't cum in time? Samantha wouldn't dare let me hang to death. Would she? Everyone is looking forward to having me at the party, if she kills me tonight they'll all be pissed. Maybe they'll roast her instead,' Carrie thought. It might almost be worth giving up the ghost if she knew Samantha would have to take her place on the buffet table.

But no, she could never give Samantha the satisfaction of being the one to snuff her. Carrie could imagine that Samantha was probably right now thinking that it would be worth being butchered if she got to kill Carrie here and now.

Carrie was feeling lightheaded and dizzy. She was sure that if she could see, then the room would be spinning and her vision would be fading. She would pass out soon. She'd probably have passed out already if it weren't for the fresh jolt of pain in her neck caused by the ever so slight slackening and sudden tightening of the noose that accompanied each thrust into one of her holes.

She had to make the man cum, but she was almost completely immobilized. All she could do was tense her cunt and try to squeeze the jizz out of him. She was amazed he hadn't blown his load yet. After all he'd been pounding her on the bed and though Samantha had orgasmed repeatedly, Carrie was sure he hadn't cum yet.

Carrie thought she could feel the fat dick throb inside her, but tightening her sex had brought on her own wave of pleasure. She couldn't believe the intensity of the orgasm that broke over her. She wanted to scream, but all that came from her constricted throat was a quiet rasp. Her death rattle, she was sure, as she felt herself falling into blackness… Then she hit the mattress and bounced roughly. The impact forced a gasp from her and before she fully realized what had happened, she was gulping air down greedily.

He must have pumped his seed into her as she convulsed in her own orgasm on the edge of consciousness, then they had let her drop. She was sure Samantha would have preferred to let her dangle. As Carrie lay breathing heavily, she felt a body climb onto the bed beside her. "Well, Carrie, you managed to survive that little game, but don't be too disappointed… the night's not over yet."

Though Samantha couldn't see it, Carrie was sure she was aware of the grimace on her face.

Samantha began untying Carrie's feet. "One more game. You've gotten fucked, now it's my turn. But don't worry, you'll still be involved. I wouldn't want you to feel left out, Carrie. Ready, honey?"

"Yep." Carrie heard a heavy 'thunk' and wondered what her foe could possibly have in store now. The noose cinched tight again as it was once more used to lift Carrie off the bed. Her throat hurt so badly that she almost wished Samantha had finished the job the first time.

Once she was back on her feet, Samantha urged her to the end of the bed then turned her around. "Now step back, Carrie."

For a second Carrie's heart seemed to stop. Was Samantha going to hang her just so she could get fucked while she watched her air dance? No, if that was it, she'd have left Carrie kicking the first time.

"Turn around, then step onto the footboard, bitch," Samantha urged.

Though the hood had not come off Carrie's head all evening, she'd been in this room enough times this year to remember that Samantha's bed had a heavy footboard a couple of inches wide at the top. Carrie felt for it with her foot. It wasn't much of a perch, but with some work she was able to balance on it.

"She's in position," Samantha told her man.

Carrie felt all of the slack go out of the rope. It threatened to pull her backwards off of the narrow ledge. Of course, the heavy sound had been Samantha's guy removing the stool he'd been standing on to fuck Carrie as she'd been suspended earlier. If Carrie lost her footing, she'd fall away from the bed and be left to swing in the middle of the room. Carrie felt a couple of fingers being inserted into her. Her heart pounded as she anticipated a push from the other woman.

"I trust you get the point of the game," Samantha said as Carrie felt the bed frame shutter beneath her as the man climbed onto the bed. The fingers withdrew and Carrie heard a soft slurp as Samantha sucked the juice from her hand. "Try to keep your balance if you can. I hope you don't, but know that if you do, we're not letting you down until we're done."

Carrie heard Samantha gasp in front of her as she was penetrated. The bed began to rock back and forth beneath her as the couple made love to the sight of her standing before them naked and noosed. The first jolt almost caused her to fall, but she was able to regain her balance, though she had to keep shifting her weight to maintain it. As the two of them established a rhythm, Carrie was forced to adopt the same. As she swung her hips in time with each of the man's thrusts into Samantha and her enemy's corresponding moans, Carrie began to feel as though she were participating in the couple's twisted lovemaking in a way more intimate than the visual stimulation of her peril. And the way Samantha kept repeating her name between moans heightened the sensuality - it didn't even matter that it was in the context of mocking her.

"Careful, Carrie, we… oh… we wouldn't want you to fall."

Carrie was getting wet.

"I like your dance… ooh… Ooh… Keep it up, Carrie, or it will be another air dance… Oh yeah."

She wished now that she was the one being impaled on a hard cock.

"OH, OH. CARRIE! JUST HANG ALREADY, BITCH!"

The final cry was accompanied by a hard shove. Carrie hung on to the footboard with her toes for a few seconds, but she couldn't right herself and was pulled away from her foothold by the noose. She tried to reach out for it again, but she was spinning on the rope as she kicked and without being able to see the bed quickly lost track of which direction to reach for.

As Carrie dangled, she heard her tormentor's voice continue. "Oh yes! Kick, bitch, kick… Oh, Oh!… Harder. Kick harder!… Ooh, yeah. Ooh that's right. Fight the noose, bitch." Samantha cried out as she came. "Oh… Don't stop… Keep fucking me… OH YES!… Fuck me like I was that cunt's sexy dead body!"

Carrie couldn't help herself and hearing her enemy's jealous description of the corpse she may soon be brought her right to the edge. She knew a single touch would bring her to orgasm, but her bound hands couldn't reach her pleasure button. She fought her instinct to continue searching blindly for a foothold and turned her energy toward cumming one last time. She brought her thighs together, grinding them against each other in an effort to place pressure on the one tiny spot on her body that she still cared about.

As Carrie squirmed, she heard the couple near her reach fever pitch. Then she heard Samantha scream in ecstasy at the same time the man roared as he released his sperm into her. The two voices resounding in sexual passion finally tipped the scale and Carrie fell into waves of immense satisfaction that almost made her forget the rope wrapped painfully around her throat. She was more aware of the juice trickling down her thigh than the burning in her chest.

In fact, all of the bad feeling was lost in the sensational warmth that coursed through her body even as her every muscle relaxed and consciousness slipped away.

Part V: Carrie's Last Wish

Carrie sat in her office the next day caressing her bruised throat. Samantha had let her down after she'd passed out, then she'd been leashed to the foot of the bed until the morning.

Carrie knew she had only one more night to live and she didn't want to spend it under Samantha's boot… literally.

She kept an eye on her office door as she went about her morning's work - jerking one of the partner's until a thick load of goo landed on her face. Carrie's first act on arriving at the office was to go to the bathroom and wash her face and hair in the sink (she'd long ago started keeping shampoo and face wash at work). Her face had been clean for less than twenty minutes.

The partner lifted her chin to admire her cream covered beauty. He noticed the marks on her neck. "Samantha really did a number on you, didn't she?"

"Yes, sir," Carrie responded.

"Well, don't worry about it. You'll be dead tomorrow anyway," he said, walking out and leaving her with the chilling thought.

Just then, Carrie saw the person she'd been watching for. "Lauren!" she called out urgently. Her friend, who usually walked past Carrie's office quickly and with her head down so as not to be reminded of Carrie's humiliation, reluctantly looked up. Carrie could see that even after all this time, the sight of her as a sex object still unnerved Lauren. "Come here. I have to talk to you."

Lauren crossed to her. "Hi, Carrie. What do you need to talk about?" The girl's gaze kept shifting, unsure whether she should look at her friend's face and try not to see the sperm splattered it or look down and see her fully nude form.

"Lauren, I need you to take me home tonight."

"What?! Carrie, you know I don't think of you like that," Lauren objected.

"Look what Samantha did to me last night," Carrie said as she gestured to her injured neck. "I don't want to spend my last night at her mercy." 'No matter how arousing it was,' she didn't add. "You can just say you're going to use me tonight, but drop me off at home and I can spend my last night with Hilary."

"Ok," Lauren said, finally.

At that moment a couple of male interns approached. "Thank you, so much," Carrie said, giving Lauren a quick hug that obviously made her friend uncomfortable. "It's going to be a long day. I'm sure everyone will come through my door at some point."

"Alright Carrie," one of the young men said, "lean over the desk so we can cuff you. We don't want to wait until tomorrow to spit you. Ha, ha." As one shackled her to the desk, the other addressed Lauren. "There's room on the desk for you, if you want to have some fun too."

Lauren looked taken aback. She left without a word. Carrie was a little disappointed, though she would have expected nothing else. Her gazed followed Lauren as she left. 'She has such a cute ass,' she thought as a stiff cock invaded her own.

* * *

It was late, by the time the last of her coworkers had finished with Carrie. Samantha had not been pleased that she wouldn't have one more night to play with her, but she'd made up for it by spending almost the entire day in Carrie's office. At every opportunity, she'd demanded to be satisfied. When someone else was taking their turn with Carrie's holes, she'd watch from the corner and masturbate. Carrie had no idea how many orgasms the cruel redhead had enjoyed at her expense. Even now, Samantha had yet to leave, watching bitterly as Carrie left with her friend.

As they left the office and walked through the cold wind of the Chicago December to Lauren's car, Carrie was grateful to be fully dressed. Samantha's habit of walking her out of the building completely naked had gone from embarrassing to painfully cold these last few weeks. To add insult to injury, the last walk she'd taken with the woman yesterday had been through a virtual blizzard. "Thank you from letting me wear clothes."

"You're welcome, I guess," Lauren replied uncertainly.

The two rode mostly in silence until they reached Carrie's home. "Why don't you come in for a drink with me and Hilary? One last drink?" she said, shamelessly playing the 'last night alive' card.

"Sure," Lauren replied.

Carrie opened the door and heard a familiar voice call out, "You're late." The girls were not prepared for the sight that awaited them.

"Aunt Linda? What are you doing here?" Carrie asked confused.

Carrie's mother's sister sat on the living room sofa while Hilary knelt on the floor beside her. Hilary wore a French maid uniform, her hands were cuffed behind her back, a ball gag was in her mouth, and a collar around her neck… Carrie's aunt held the attached leash. "I'm just claiming what's mine, Carrie."

"But… but…" Carrie stammered.

"Well, you are being terminated tomorrow. Your mother arranged it so that when that happened everything you have goes to me. It turns out that your girlfriend here isn't actually named on the lease, so I figure she's mine along with the sofa and lamps." She held up a piece of paper. "Hilary's already signed the consent form. After all, it was that or being homeless. Don't worry about her. I'm sure she'll serve me well. But whether she does or not, she'll probably end up roasting sooner rather than later." Carrie's aunt stood and Hilary followed her lead.

Carrie crossed to the young woman who now found herself in the same position she'd held Carrie in for most of the last year. She kissed Hilary on the cheek. "Bye, Hilary," she said, calling the girl by name for the first time in months.

"Don't worry, she'll be there to see you off tomorrow," Linda said as she opened the door. "Everyone will. My dearly departed sister made sure I got an invitation to see my sweet niece meet her end." She led Hilary from the apartment.

Carrie turned to Lauren after a moment's silence. "Can I crash at your place tonight?"

* * *

Carrie stepped out of the shower. From the time that she'd been enslaved, a shower had always managed to make her feel like herself again, if only for a few minutes. She ran a brush through her hair, then stood back to inspect herself in the mirror.

Her naked body bore a few scars from her months as an sex object (most notably the bruising around her throat), but these were small flaws that did little to mar her otherwise gorgeous figure. She couldn't help but consider the fact that tomorrow her head would be cut off and her beautifully proportioned carcass would be turning golden brown on a steel spit, glistening with cooking oil rather than water.

Carrie placed the collar around her neck once again. Though the woman who had made her wear it as a sign of her enslavement was now a slave herself, it didn't seem right to be without it. Had she just grown accustomed to the feel, or was she subconsciously reminding herself that just because her mistress was now leashed and collared didn't mean she was any freer?

Carrie slipped into a robe that hung by the door, then joined Lauren on the couch in the living room. Her friend had changed into pajamas while she showered and now sat sipping wine. Lauren offered her a glass, which she gratefully accepted. "Do you want anything to eat?" Lauren asked.

"Absolutely. I'm famished."

"What would you like? I haven't got much in the house, but we can have something delivered."

'What do I want for my last meal?' Carrie asked herself. It's true she'd have the opportunity for breakfast, but she knew she'd be too nervous to eat anything. She also knew she could easily waste an hour on this one decision as soon as she started thinking of it as her 'last meal'. "How about Chinese? I haven't had that in forever," Carrie said, quickly deciding that tonight would be just one another girls' night with her friend.

Lauren ordered the food, but hung up with a frown. "It could be an hour. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve and they are super busy."

"That's okay," Carrie handed her friend another glass of wine. "We can just hang out and talk."

The two of them sat and drank their wine as they tried to make small talk, but the next day's impending events loomed large and would not be ignored. The conversation was not nearly as easy as it used to be and the silences dragged on. It was not long before they had drained a second bottle of wine trying to fill the silence with the sweet red liquid.

Carrie didn't mind the silence as much as Lauren seemed to, she got to spend it gazing at this beautiful girl. The pleasant buzz that filled Carrie's brain seemed to bring with it a simple but profound realization - there was no point in denying herself any longer. She was out of time. This was the last chance she'd ever have and she was going to take it.

Carrie leaned over and kissed Lauren. Lauren quickly pulled away, startled but the impulsive display. "What the hell was that?"

"Something I have wanted to do for years." Carrie had past the point of no return, not that there would have been any point in backing down now anyway. Having nothing left to lose, she pushed ahead. "You are so cute and so sweet and I've always been attracted to you. I never made a move, because I didn't want to damage our friendship, but this time tomorrow, I'll be on your plate instead of on your couch." Carrie moved her had to Lauren's knee. "I've always wanted you… wanted to be with you." Carrie slowly slid her hand up her friend's thigh in a manner both cautious and sensual.

Lauren was visibly uncomfortable with the intimate contact, but made no move to stop her. Carrie scooted closer on the sofa. Lauren took a long drink, draining the rest of her glass.

Carrie gently stroked her face, eager to put her at ease. "It's alright, Lauren. It's not as scary as you think." Carrie leaned close and whispered, "I promise it will be worth it."

Carrie closed her eyes as she moved to kiss her friend again, but this time she paused just a few inches from Lauren's face. The seconds seemed to drag on to hours, as she waited, hoping desperately that the wonderful girl before her would meet her lips.

Just as Carrie was about to surrender herself to rejection, she felt a pair of soft lips pressed against her own. It was one of the most wonderful feelings in her life, better even than the majority of orgasms she had experienced. The kiss lingered for a long moment before both women broke off.

Carrie finally opened her eyes. Lauren was staring at her, her face a mixture of desire and fear. The kiss had excited her, but she was afraid to give in to her newfound urges. Carrie brushed her cheek gently and put a reassuring hand on her arm. "I really want this to happen, but only if you want it too. Just remember that this is our only chance. If there was ever any part of you that was even curious, now is the time. I'm being executed tomorrow so there will never be another chance… If it helps, think of it as my last wish."

Carrie felt she may have laid it on a bit too thickly with the last statement, but it seemed to strike a cord with Lauren. Lauren leaned in to initiate another kiss. Then she opened her mouth and probed Carrie's mouth with her tongue. She seemed to have made her decision, abandoning any hesitation so that she wouldn't give in to her doubts.

Carrie began to move her hands over Lauren's body. After several minutes of exploring Lauren's soft form, her fingers found the drawstring to her pajama pants. The knot easily slipped out and then Carrie slid her hand in. Lauren moaned quietly as practiced fingers rubbed her clit. Carrie knew exactly how to play the delicate instrument and closed her eyes to enjoy the rhythmic noises the other girl made. The sensuous gasps and squeaks of her friend's voice were almost musical.

It took only a couple of minutes for Lauren to reach her climax. She clung to Carrie as the powerful orgasm welled up inside her. Carrie smiled at the look of closed eyed, open mouthed pleasure on her friend's face.

Lauren opened her eyes. Without a word or any hesitation, she kissed her friend long and hard. Then she stood, took Carrie by the hand, and led her to the bedroom.

Carrie's heart pounded so hard as she followed Lauren to the place she most wanted to be on her last night, the beautiful girl's bed. At the foot of the bed, Lauren twirled around and locked lips with her again. Carrie's hand explored the young woman's slim waist and found the bottom hem of her t-shirt. When they broke away from the kiss, Lauren raised her hands over her head and allowed her shirt to be pulled off by the tall blonde who promised so show her new pleasures.

Carrie coaxed her friend onto the edge of the bed, and pulled off her pajama pants and panties. She leaned over the girl and kissed her again, supporting herself with one hand, as the other massaged the girl's breasts. After a couple of minutes, Carrie moved her mouth down to the perky tits and slid her hand over her flat abdomen to the shaved mound once again.

Lauren began building to another orgasm as she felt the gentle pressure on her clit and the flicking of a warm tongue across her nipple. Carrie knew first hand how this must feel and allowed her new lover a few minutes to enjoy the pleasant sensation.

When Carrie felt Lauren was ready, she took her finger from the moist pink hole and brought it to her mouth. She sucked juice from her finger and smiled down at the euphoric young woman. "Now the real fun begins."

Carrie slowly traced a trail of soft kisses from the girl's nipple, across her flat belly, to her bald snatch. She pushed Lauren's knees apart as she dropped to her own knees.

Carrie spread the girl's pussy lips, exposing the warm, wet hole beyond. She grazed the small bulb of Lauren's clit before slipping a couple of fingers into her pink flesh. She leaned forward and flicked her tongue across the girl's clit, finally living out a fantasy she'd played out in her mind for years. Lauren instantly stiffened under the electric ecstasy that filled her body.

Carrie expertly played her tongue over her lover's clitoris. She had serviced so many women in this way over the past months and now she put all her earned skills to work pleasing Lauren. It was not long at all before Lauren gasped and Carrie was rewarded with the sweet taste of sexual fluid.

But Carrie did not stop there. Lauren began to squirm as she built to a third powerful orgasm. Carrie wrapped her arms around the girl's thighs to keep her pelvis still.

This time Lauren screamed.

Carrie wanted to keep going. She wanted to make this lovely lady cum over and over again all night long. She wanted to lick this cunt right up until they pulled her away to slice her head off. Better yet, just slide the pole right through both of them, so she could continue to lick it even as they turned on the spit. But Lauren could take no more and pushed her away.

Carrie stood and leaned over the smaller woman to kiss her once again. She knew Lauren could taste herself on her lips. Lauren smiled, then swept Carrie's arm out from under her and rolled her onto her back. Carrie was surprised, but could have stopped the move if she wanted… she didn't. Lauren brought her mouth to Carrie's breast. She gently nibbled the nipple, then flicked her tongue across it rapidly.

Carrie moaned and her pussy went from wet to soaking as the woman she had so long desired began playing with her naked body. She closed her eyes and let the joy of this moment wash over her. She felt a soft hand caress her skin as it found its way to her slit. Fingers invaded her womanhood, as a nimble thumb traced circles around clitoris.

Carrie gasped as the first orgasm hit her. Lauren kept stimulating her as though she didn't even notice that her friend was cumming. A moment later Carrie had a second orgasm. She cried out.

Lauren looked up at her. "How was that?" she asked, earnestly looking for feedback on her first time fingering another woman.

"That was great," Carrie smiled as she exaggerated her pleasure a little. The orgasm had been good, but having Lauren be the one to give them had been the great part.

Lauren climbed off the bed to the floor. She opened Carrie's snatch with her fingers and stared at the gaping cunt for a moment with a look of trepidation.

"You don't have to do that. You've already done plenty," Carrie assured her truthfully as she sat up. "You are the first person to care about my pleasure at all for a very long time. Samantha prefers it if I don't cum. I mean, I can only expect so much from your first time with another woman."

"No, I have to do this. Like you said before, this is our only time together and I won't stop half way." Lauren opened her mouth and plunged her face into Carrie's open cunt. Again Lauren seemed to cast aside any hesitation once she set her mind to giving orally pleasure. Carrie had tried to gently introduce her friend to the new experience of being serviced by a woman, but when it came her turn to reciprocate, Lauren practically attacked Carrie's pussy. Carrie very quickly came.

As with her hands, Lauren didn't slow when Carrie climaxed. Carrie knew that in the grip of orgasm she tended to release quite a flow of fluid and it was impossible that Lauren was unaware she'd already cum. If anything, having brought Carrie to climax seemed to spur her on.

While Carrie had used only her tongue, Lauren used her whole mouth. It felt to Carrie as though the girl were already trying to eat her steak. She writhed on the bed, as the impending wave of a powerful orgasm mounted inside her. She could hardly breathe as the sensation welled within her. She was so close, and tottered on the brink for what seemed eternity. Carrie screamed as she finally peaked. She clutched the pillow tightly as ecstasy seized her body and overwhelmed her mind. This time her pussy squirted a stream of juice, which flooded Lauren's mouth.

Lauren climbed into the bed beside Carrie. She smiled broadly, her face glistening and her chin literally dripping sexual fluid. "I take it I did good?"

Carrie kissed her passionately, savoring her own taste. "That was the best orgasm ever," she answered honestly. She pulled Lauren close and wrapped her arms around the soft, feminine figure. "I've been hoping all this time that one day you would come to my office to be serviced by me. Now I'm glad you never did. It has made this night so special. I love Hilary, but tonight there is nowhere I'd rather be than in your arms."

"Thank you for sharing this with me. I'm sorry it took so long," Lauren said with regret in her voice.

Carrie caressed her reassuringly. "Don't be. It was well worth my last wish. Tomorrow I can lose my head happily. I'll be thinking of you as the blade cuts my neck in two. Hell, thinking of this will make me so wet that my cunt steak is guaranteed to be juicy and succulent. I hope you get a taste."

"How can you be so calm about being killed tomorrow?"

Carrie looked her friend and lover in the eye, "I'm actually kind of excited. The look on my mom's face as her head was sliced off - it looked like the ultimate orgasm. Being a slave is humiliating, but also really hot. You've no idea how often and how hard I've cum. But now the only thing left for me is to die knowing even as I'm beheaded that I'll soon be nothing but meat. Just the thought has me so wet."

"But aren't you scared?"

"Of course I'm scared, but it's a good scared. It's that same sweet terror of being a virgin as you watch a hard cock come out and knowing you're about to be penetrated for the first time."

They girls were interrupted by the doorbell.

"Damn that Chinese took a long time. I'm starving." Carrie kissed Lauren as she got up. "Sorry, babe, but as much as I love the taste of your pussy, eating a girl out is only filling when you get to swallow her meat."

Part VI: Carrie Cums Full Circle

The next morning, Lauren woke Carrie with a kiss on the lips. Once she had Carrie's attention, she spread those lips and plunged her tongue into the wet hole. Carrie started her final day with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm as her friend gave to her fully and refused to accept anything in return.

"It's all about you, Carrie," Lauren said sweetly. "Today is your big day."

The girls took their time getting ready for the office. Since the party was expected to run well into the night, the office wasn't even going to open until 11. Lauren got dressed more for the party than the office, slipping into a simple, yet sexy, blue dress that complimented her curves to perfection. She spent a long time on her hair and makeup.

Carrie saw no point in dressing at all. Everyone would certainly want to strip her as soon as she came through the door, so she decided, less was more. She only put her golden hair up in a ponytail, cleaned and exfoliated her face, but didn't apply makeup. As of today she wasn't even a slave anymore - she was just a sow going to slaughter. It seemed appropriate that she appear 'au naturel'.

When Lauren had fully prepared herself, Carrie slipped on her heavy overcoat that went to her knees and the pair of high boots that she'd left her own home in two days ago. These were now her only protection against the cold winter air as the girls left for the office.

Lauren pulled into the parking garage and the pair walked to the building housing the law firm. On the street in front of the building, they passed a van for a catering company with writing proclaiming that they 'specialized in spit roast meats'.

"They're here early enough," Lauren commented dryly.

"Well, it takes a while to roast a woman's carcass," Carrie said matter-of-factly. "They started cooking my mother's body about noon and I ended up tied to that chair over five hours."

They entered building's lobby to find members of the catering service fussing over a couple of very large cases, several smaller ones, one in particular that caught Carrie's attention which was about a foot wide, only a few inches high, but ten feet long. Carrie knew it housed a selection of steel poles, one of which would very soon be passed through her recently decapitated body.

Lauren took her hand and they walked hand-in-hand to the elevator. As they ascended, Carrie slipped off her coat and handed it to her friend.

"What are you doing?" Lauren asked.

"Today I go from slave to meat girl," she said as she pulled something from the coat's pocket. "I should look the part." She clipped a leash to her collar and held out the other end to Lauren. "Lead the way, mistress." The doors slid open and Lauren walked out of the elevator with Carrie two steps behind, naked but for her knee high boots.

Lauren pulled the leash as the pair proceeded down the corridor to the office. Their arrival was met with great enthusiasm. There were instantly calls of "Let's get cooking", "I want one more turn in that tight cunt", " Let's spit roast her, then we can cook her". Hands grabbed at her bare flesh, squeezing and grope as Carrie passed. But Lauren led her through the throng and straight to her office.

Lauren closed the door, shutting the visibly disappointed coworkers out of her office.

"I really appreciate the sentiment, but you can't protect me from them for long. My holes are all theirs until they're occupied by a steel pole and a meat stabilizer," Carrie reminded her friend.

"I wasn't protecting you," Lauren said as she sat down. "I just changed my mind and decided I wanted you to please my hole before I turn you over to the crowd." Her slid up her dress, pulled off her panties, and spread her legs.

Carrie smiled. "Yes, mistress." She dropped to her knees and began to give her brand new lover the best part of their final moments alone together. Carrie could tell that the act of leading her through the office as a slave had turned Lauren on. As Carrie probed the girl's slit with her tongue, Lauren seized her head and pressed her face firmly into her snatch. Carrie could see that a drastic change had occurred in her friend in a very brief time. Last night, Carrie had to work hard to seduce Lauren, twelve hours later, the young woman was taking control of her, making it clear that their final sexual encounter would be on her terms.

Lauren's voice pitched up as she built to a climax. Her body stiffened and Carrie could taste her fluid. But a single orgasm would not satisfy Lauren, so she wrapped her legs around her slave's shoulders. Lauren held her body securely with both heels pressing into her back and both hands pulling her hair to ensure that Carrie couldn't back off until she decided she was done.

As she was forced face first into the wet snatch, Carrie couldn't help but marvel at how quickly and how completely Lauren had taken on the role of mistress. Carrie suspected that there had been a dormant dominatrix inside her sweet friend all along, she just had to give herself permission to be the slut whose temptation she'd resisted so long.

There was a light rapping on the door. "You can have her when I've finished!" Lauren practically snarled impatiently at the interruption. "Or finished a few times," she whispered to herself.

The door opened partway and the managing partner stuck his head in. "I'm sorry to intrude, Lauren. You don't need to stop on my account." To Carrie's surprise, Lauren seemed completely unfazed by having her boss witness her receiving oral sex… or maybe she was just too caught up in her second orgasm to care. "I just wanted to make sure you sent Carrie straight to me once you're done with her."

The only response Lauren was capable of at that moment was to nod. Carrie was working her clit with such vigor that she was hardly aware of anything that happened beyond the point where tongue met twat. She stiffened then shuddered almost violently as her body was gripped by the most powerful orgasm she'd ever known.

"It's good to see you finally getting into the spirit of things around here, Lauren," the manager said as he closed the door.

From the way Lauren was starting to whine, Carrie could tell that her clit was already beginning to overload. Carrie knew the sensation of reaching the point where being stimulated became too much and began to slow her tongue.

"Don't you dare stop, slut," Lauren nearly shouted at her.

Carrie knew that feeling too… being at the point where having her clit rubbed was becoming unbearable, she couldn't stop herself from going for one more climax. Lauren whimper, whined, and squirmed as she pursued just one more orgasm while she fought the impulse to push Carrie away. Finally, she squeezed Carrie painfully tight, practically went into convulsions and let out an almost ear piercing shriek.

Lauren nearly collapsed, releasing Carrie. After a moment to catch her breath, she looked down at the young woman on her knees before her, a broad smile on her wet face. "Well done, Carrie. Well done." Lauren leaned down and kissed her friend. "You might as well go let the boss chop off your head now, because nothing you do now could possibly top that."

"Yes, mistress," Carrie responded obediently. She stood and licked her lips. "Will you be trying some of my meat?"

"Hell yes," Lauren grinned. "And you've only yourself to blame. You convinced me to try a taste, and I what more."

"I hope I'm as tasty for you are you've been for me." Carrie left her friend in her office basting in the pleasant afterglow. She headed to the managing partner's office, but spotted him having a word with the caterers as they set up their equipment in the conference room. "You wanted me to come straight to you after Lauren was done with me?"

"Ah yes. Just go and wait in my office I'll be there in just a moment."

Carrie continued to his office. She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but she figured it best to start with the usual for now. Maybe today, he would decide to make full use of her. Lauren had finally given in to her urges, perhaps her boss had plans of shoving more than one large shaft into her today. Or maybe he was just going to behead her privately. She sat in his chair and opened the bottom drawer of his desk. She pulled out her mother's preserved head.

"Well, mom, I guess this is it. The big day," she said as she held Cassandra's still pretty dead head before her face. She kissed her mother. "I think I'll be joining you soon. I still can't believe you got me into this."

"Looking for a little heart-to-heart?" the managing partner asked from the doorway.

Carrie looked up, a little embarrassed by the silliness of talking to what was now nothing more than a sex toy… but then was she anything more herself? "I don't know. I guess I'm just nervous. Pretending to talk to her to settle my nerves."

"Well, I don't know if it will settle your nerves, but she has something to say to you," he said cryptically. The manager opened his laptop, started a video file, then turned the screen to face Carrie.

As the video started it showed Carrie's mother on her knees with a cock in her mouth. "Okay, it's recording," came the managing partner's voice from off screen.

Cassandra pulled her boss's erection from her mouth and stroked it while she smiled at the camera. "Hi Carrie. While I'm recording this, you are waiting in your office for your appointment with the senior partners and I'm waiting to hang to death. I know I will have told you that it's a game to see if the client can finish before I'm dead, but truth is the caterer is already booked and one way or another I'll be a corpse by the time they arrive. Of course, my master here doesn't want to lose his favorite cum dumpster, so whether the noose kills me or not…" Cassandra drew the tip of the stiff dick across her throat, before taking it in her mouth again.

Carrie looked at the dead head in her hands. "She really was a horny snuff slut, wasn't she?"

On the screen, Cassie resumed her monologue. "I don't know if you've figured it out yet, but the position you're in now, the one that I've been in for years, was always meant for you."

"What?" Carrie couldn't help but wonder aloud.

"The senior partners had long been interested in bringing somebody into the firm who would be just that - some body, with no other purpose than being used to relieve the tension of a very stressful job. When you came here for a job, they immediately thought of putting you to use. I wanted to give you a chance at a career, so I made a deal with them. I would take on the duties of sex slave and you would have your shot at being a lawyer. But you were brought into this firm with the understanding among the senior partners that if it ever became necessary to discipline you that this would be your punishment. I said you would be a sex slave over my dead body… they decided that was an acceptable condition." Cassandra spit on the cock in her hand and addressed its owner for a moment, "Are you getting close?"

"You've got a minute or two," the off screen voice answered.

Carrie wasn't sure what to think of her mother's story. She could see how her mom could drift towards becoming a snuff slut from years of being a sex slave, but how had she gotten from putting her own life on the line so Carrie could have a career to coercing her daughter into signing her life away?

"I don't know which of us has changed more in the past few years, Carrie. Maybe being the office slave made me more submissive. Maybe you could sense that and it made you act more domineering. It's probably my fault. It's been the two of us for a long time and I know I've let you have things your way most of your life. But when you started treating me like a slave you crossed the line. I am still your mother. So when you fucked up that case so badly, I knew it was the perfect opportunity to make sure you were put in your place, even if it costs me my head."

What?! This was all some twisted revenge scheme because her mother had never been able to set boundaries?

"Oh, you're getting ready to cum now aren't you? Go ahead. Feed me your sperm. Give your obedient slut her last meal." The managing partner had done his best to keep Cassandra centered in the frame as he came. Carrie watched her mother jerk the stiff cock with both hands. Spurts of creamy, white goo filled her open mouth. Cassie showed her mouthful of jizz to the camera, then gulped it all down. "I know you prefer female companionship, but that's something I'm sure you're familiar with by now, Carrie. The salty tang of fresh churned cream. Though not from this monster cock, at least if he's kept his word." She gave the man behind the camera a wry look.

Carrie looked up to the managing partner, but he'd left the room without her noticing.

"You see, Carrie, this cock has wanted to find it's way inside your holes for a long time. I knew that he lusted for you and I wanted to make sure he wouldn't just make up an excuse to get you in trouble just so he could have his way with your supple body. So I made a special condition for him when you were hired. For as long as you live, no matter what your 'job' at the firm was, he couldn't touch you. Of course, to compensate him, my head belongs to him whether it's attached or not. And once you're eventually executed your head becomes his property too. Of course, after today, I can't guarantee he hasn't been stuffing your cunt everyday."

Well that explained why the managing partner had never actually used her. Even before the truth of what went on at this office had been revealed to her, Carrie had noticed the boss's interest in her, but he'd always behaved like a perfect gentleman. Carrie had to admit that she was impressed by his continued self restraint following her mother's demise.

"Well, it's almost time for you to find out just what your place at this firm was really supposed to be. I have to admit that I'm very much looking forward to talking you into signing the contract that will make you the legal property of the firm. You're about to finally find out what it's like to be treated like a slave. And just thinking about watching you submit yourself to whatever is demanded of you makes me so hot. I don't care if I only get to see it while I kick at the end of a rope. It'll definitely be worth it." Cassandra looked like she was about to say goodbye, but had one more thought. "Oh, and don't think that your little friend Hilary is going to get off any easier. She's treated me no better lately. I've already spoken to my sister and once you've been terminated, your cute little Hilary will become her slave. And I don't think it will be long before your Aunt Linda decides to have some snuff fun of her own."

Carrie was dumbfounded. She had no idea her mother had resented her domineering attitude so much as to set in motion such a devious plan for her revenge.

"Well it's time for me to say goodbye. After all, I don't want to keep you waiting too long to learn what your punishment will be. I do hope you've learned your true place over the last few months. But I guess if you haven't it's too late no. I'd say Happy New Year… but you won't survive to see it." Cassandra smiled a bit cruelly. "Roast well, Carrie." The video ended.

Carrie had no idea what to think. It still didn't make total sense to her. Why had her mom put her into a position where she would inevitably end up as meat in the first place? Her mother had engineered the downfall of them both years ago. But why?

Carrie looked at the severed head she'd been holding in her lap. "What the hell, mom?" But looking at her mother's face, she noticed that it was wet where it had rested against her.

Carrie suddenly realized just how aroused she was. She couldn't explain why her mother had become so horny for her death, but somewhere along the way, it had started to turn her on as well. She slipped her hand between her legs and began to massage her clit.

As Carrie masturbated, she thought about how her mother had been so eager to be killed. How she'd willing hanged herself without any expectation of survival. How she'd cum again and again in the noose and even as her head was sliced off. How she'd known all along that her body would be spit roasted and her head used for a toy.

And Carrie would soon share her fate. She gasped as she came. Then she had a thought.

"This is all your fault, bitch. It's your fault I'm about to be killed and cooked. But nobody eats me until after you do." Carrie shoved the severed head in her crotch. Cassandra had been preserved with her tongue protruding expressly to provide oral pleasure. Whenever Carrie had used her mother's head to get the managing partner off, she'd lubed the mouth and tongue liberally, but that was certainly not necessary now.

Carrie imagined the shame and humiliation her mother would feel if she could know the position she was in, and that made her even more wet. But this bitch totally deserved it. Because of her, Carrie would soon be just like her - a true sex toy. She had condemned Carrie to spend the rest of time being used as an object to make people cum, so she owned Carrie the chance to use her that way. After all, Cassie was nothing but an object now.

As Carrie ground the dead woman's face into her muff, enjoying the sensation of the protruding tongue against her clit, she closed her eyes and imagined the severed head was alive and aware of what was happening to her. Months ago, Carrie had been made to eat out her mother's freshly decapitated body, trying the entire time to convince herself it was only an object, now she tried to convince herself that the other half of her mother's corpse was something more.

"That's it, eat it, bitch. You know you deserve this. You set me up to lose my head, so your dead head belongs to me until he comes back to behead me." Carrie moaned and grasped as she built to climax. "Make me cum. Oh… Oh, yes… I'm going to cum. Taste it. Taste my juice, you cunt!"

Carrie cried out as she squirted into the wide open mouth between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked down at the dripping face. She hoisted the beautiful head by the soft brunette locks. "Sorry, mom, but it's only fair. I did make you cum once after all." Carrie kissed her mother, savoring the taste of her own pussy. She realized that she had gushed so much it was actually dripping from the neck hole, just as it did after Cassie had performed a posthumous blowjob. So Carrie turned the head upside down and once again slid her tongue in the open hole to slurp out the cum, this time her own.

"Having fun?"

Carrie practically jumped out of the chair. She fumbled her mother's head and dropped it, causing it to roll halfway across the room. "I was just…" Carrie had been caught red handed and could think of nothing to say, a rarity for her.

The managing partner stood in the doorway smiling at her. "It looked like a pretty intense orgasm." He crossed to where Cassandra's head had rolled and picked it up. "I have a severed head fetish, so no judgement here. She is still so beautiful. Sometimes I just take her out of the drawer and stare at her pretty face. I don't think I'm going to keep the two of you hidden in a drawer. I'll have you both displayed on my wall, so that I can admire you all the time. I have no doubt, you will make just as lovely a trophy as your mother." He licked some of Carrie's pussy juice from her mom's face. "Exquisite. I can't wait to see if your meat is as delectable." He stepped up to Carrie, placed the severed head of her mother on the desk and ran his hand over her bare skin. He squeezed a handful of her ample beasts. "I'm certain you will be delicious."

Carrie couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in his trousers. She began to rub it. She began to undo his belt, but he stopped her.

"No, I gave my word. Not as long as you have a head."

"Please, it's ok. Mom can watch, but she can never know." Carrie looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please I've eaten your cum so many times. Let me earn just one load for my self."

"Oh, you will and with luck you'll get the chance to taste it before you're gone. But I am a man of my word."

"Very well." Carrie reached into the bottom drawer again and pulled out the other item always kept there - the knife used to cut her mother's head off. She handed him the knife, then spun around in the chair to face away from him. She reached back and held her ponytail up to him. "Pull my hair while you behead me. It'll help expose my throat for your blade. Plus I don't want my head to fall." She closed her eyes once again and slipped a couple of fingers inside the her slit. "I hope I give you good head, sir."

"Oh Carrie. You will give me great head… but who told you I was going to cut off your head before you roast?"

'Oh fuck me!'

Chapter VII: Carrie Through and Through

By the time Carrie and the managing partner emerged from his office, the entire firm was buzzing with excitement and the place was crowded with far more than just employees and their spouses. There were select clients, including the arrogant asshole whose case Carrie had lost and whose business had been deemed so important it was worth more that Carrie's life. She saw Lauren milling around with a couple of coworkers including Amanda.

In a knot near her office, Carrie saw several of her family members from her mother's side, including her Aunt Linda who had Hilary in tow, looking more subservient than Carrie had ever seen her, being led about on a leash wearing only a bikini made of leather straps which accentuated her feminine parts rather than hiding them. Carrie wondered if she'd been allowed a coat on the way here. Probably not, it would be a good way for Aunt Linda to remind her of how her fortunes had changed, after months of being the mistress she was now the slave. Hilary had probably entertained ideas of finding a new slave to replace Carrie after today, but this was the fate Cassandra had devised as revenge on her.

"There she is," Carrie heard a familiar voice say from behind her.

She turned around, unable to hide her surprise and embarrassment. "Dad, what are you doing?" Carrie asked incredulously when she saw her father with his second wife.

"I came to see my little girl's big day, of course," he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "You didn't think I was going to miss this party, did you?"

"But, dad," Carrie said stopping him. "How did you find out about today? I mean I never said anything to you about what's been happening at work."

"Oh Carrie, I've known all along what was coming. I've known you'd end up as meat a hell of a lot longer than you have. That's been the plan all along. The only question was really whether you'd end up in an oven or on a spit."

"You've breed a good looking sow," the managing partner commented.

"Thanks. Her mom always wanted her to have a career and a future. As soon as she turned eighteen, I started saying, 'No, let's cook the bitch.'"

Suddenly her mother's actions made sense. Cassandra had always harbored a desire to snuff her daughter, but had never been able to reconcile it with her motherly instincts. She'd given Carrie everything she wanted unconsciously hoping it would balance out the dark secret she kept. When the partners had wanted to make Carrie their office slut, she'd felt guilty for wanting it too, so she'd set it up so that Carrie would meet the doom she'd always imagined for her, but only after Cassandra met her end first.

"Your mother left me a message on her last day," Carrie's father informed her. "She made sure I wouldn't miss my daughter becoming a real meat girl. Of course, the bitch waited until it was too late for me to see her roast. Oh, I'd of loved to have been there while she struggled at the end of her rope."

"I have Cassie's head in my office," the manager told him. "I don't normally share it, but I think you've earned it. A thank you for providing us with our beautiful Carrie. You'll have plenty of time to play with it while she's cooking."

Carrie's father smiled at is wife. "I think that's something we'd both enjoy."

"Come along, Carrie," the managing partner said as he took hold of her arm and steered her to the conference room. "Your family may have hours to kill, but it's just about time for you to die."

As she was led to through the crowd, everyone that they passed fell into step behind them, most taking one last feel of her supple body.

In the conference room, the chairs had been removed and the table pushed against the wall and it's normal place in the center of the room was now occupied by a small table covered in a table cloth with the caterer's logo embroidered on it. Spread across it was a selection of spits, restraints, and other accessories necessary to roast an entire human body. Beside the table was the base unit of the portable electric roasting rig.

Carrie couldn't help but notice that Samantha and her boyfriend were hovering near the caterers and the redheaded bitch seemed to be admiring the electric spit and the steel poles, one of which would soon be shoved completely though Carrie's young body, a scene she was undoubtedly visualizing with relish.

Carrie couldn't help herself and took a quick look at the table spread with appetizers, alcohol, and, yes, there was a jar of relish. Carrie smiled in spite of herself.

As everyone crowded in for a view of Carrie's impalement, it was obvious that even the largest room at the firm was too small to comfortably accommodate the number of people who had showed up to watch Carrie meet her end and taste her meat.

"Alright, Carrie, climb onto the table so everyone can get a good view of that magnificent body as it's run through," the manager said.

"Yes, sir," Carrie replied. She climbed onto the table and looked out at all the faces staring at her naked form with both figurative and literal hunger.

The head caterer, a very attractive black woman in her early thirties, stepped up and selected a pair of heat resistant cuffs and pulled Carrie's hands behind her back. It had become a common position for Carrie over the previous months and she was already cuffed before the gravity of what happening really began to sink in. Once her hands were secured, the woman placed another set of restraints at her elbows and drew them together tightly, forcing Carrie's back straight and her chest out. Without addressing Carrie at all, the caterer grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head down while pushing her bound arms back farther than they were meant to go forcing Carrie to bend at the waist. Carrie would have done as she was told, but the woman simply forced her into the desired position.

'That's it,' Carrie thought. 'Just like that I've stopped being a person at all and am just a large piece of meat in the chef's hands.'

"I understand that you want to have the head preserved," the caterer said.

"That's right," the managing partner responded from behind Carrie.

"Well, normally that would mean that we'd have to take it off now. It's impossible to properly preserve the meat's head once it's been cooked," the caterer explained. "But I've come up with a modified spit which should be prefect for this situation." She picked up one of the poles which had a blue silicon sleeve over the pointed end that extended about eighteen inches. "This is a newer model where the pole itself heats up and cooks the meat from the inside out. I've insulated this pole down one end. When positioned correctly, it prevents the conduction of heat through the pole to the head. So while the rest of the sow cooks, it's head remains intact. This both allows the head to be preserved and keeps the sow alive longer. Of course the longer it stays alive and twitching the more flavorful the meat will be."

There was a chorus of approval from the spectators. "I hope she lives long enough to feel her meat being sliced off." "I hope she can hear me tell her how she tastes." "If she twitches as long as I hope, she'll be VERY flavorful." With her head down she couldn't see, but Carrie was sure that the last statement had come from Samantha. She didn't dare look up to see for sure.

Then came her father's voice. "My girl doesn't disappoint. She'll probably end up sitting on the platter slicing off and serving her own meat."

'Thanks for that image, dad,' Carrie thought to herself. 'Isn't it enough that I'm going to be impaled and roasted alive? Do they really have to make it even longer?' She was really starting to get nervous. She almost wished that she was already spitted. At least then she would be past the point of being able to fight it, but the longer they delayed, the more she was afraid she would make a fool of herself by struggling pointlessly against her fate.

"Who gets to do the honors of skewering the sow?" the caterer asked.

There were numerous volunteers, but the managing partner quickly informed everyone that the deed would be done by the client whose case Carrie had lost.

'At least it isn't Samantha,' Carrie thought, though she was still disappointed. She assumed that her boss would be the one to run her through.

"We'll need someone to spread her asshole and another to hold her head," the caterer said.

"Lauren, why don't you hold her ass?" the manager said.

"I'll hold her head," came Samantha's voice from right beside her.

"Very well," the manager agreed.

Carrie felt slightly reassured by Lauren's soft hands on her butt, however it was balanced by Samantha's sharp pull on her ponytail.

"Ok, you at the head, you'll need to watch for this red line on the silicon sleeve. When you see this come out of the meat's mouth, then the end of the insulated portion should be approximately lined up with the bottom of it's neck."

Samantha knelt down beside Carrie's head. "Don't worry. I'll watch her very carefully," she said in a tone that didn't even try to hide her glee.

"Alright, go ahead and get the pole started, but only about eight inches."

Carrie felt the point of the steel pole find the entrance to her ass. She couldn't help but gasp as it entered her hole and slid inside. It seemed far thicker than anything that had ever been in her before and it seemed like he went much farther than eight inches deep.

"What's wrong, Carrie? Didn't I stretch that hole enough for you?" Samantha gloated.

Until now, Samantha's dildo was certainly the largest thing that had ever gone into any of Carrie's holes, 'But then,' she reminded herself, 'this has to be strong enough to hold the full weight of a former person without bending. It's like the biggest dildo ever and with the stabilizer, it will fill all my holes.'

"Okay, now take your time and carefully sight down the pole to make sure you have the pole lined up properly. It's much easier to skewer the meat in one smooth push," the caterer advised.

"Any last words, Carrie?" the managing partner asked from just beside her.

'Last words? Why didn't I think of this before?' Carrie's mind raced to come up with a catchy phrase or farewell. 'All these people. What can I say that they might remember me by? Well, half of them are family, and they're about to cook and eat me. They damn well better remember me!'

Samantha quickly grew impatient. "Who cares what the cow has to say? Let's just spit her and get her on to roast. I can't wait to chew on that cunt."

"Samantha, you can wipe that smug look off your face. If you'd beaten me for the promotion in the first place than you'd have been assigned that case and we both know you'd have made the same mistake I did. Then it would be you kneeling here right now waiting to take eight feet of steel up your tight ass. The only reason you get to eat me instead of the other way around is that I'm the better lawyer. Chew on that, cunt." Getting the last word in with that bitch was definitely satisfying enough for her last words.

Samantha did not take her humiliation well. She pulled painfully at Carrie's hair and gripped her face, squeezing her cheeks together to force her mouth open.

With her bound hands Carrie signaled the man waiting behind her. This was it! Only seconds left until she'd begin to slowly die! She was so scared, her heart pounding harder than it ever had. But she had just used her last words to definitely tell of the person who had put her down the most, she refused to show fear now.

'I'm not me, I'm just meat. I'm not me, I'm just meat,' she began to tell herself over and over as she waited for the big push. She balled her hands into fists to keep them from trembling. But at the same time the fear was so intense, it was so arousing. Her pussy was dripping wet. As one of her holes was being stretched by the shaft, her other was jealous, longing for something to fill it.

Then the spit began to move. It seemed to force it's way through her in slow motion. She couldn't help herself and squirmed reflexively. Lauren took a firm hold on her hips. Samantha wasn't going to let her head move at all.

Carrie could feel the point moving through her torso. But it wasn't all bad. While she felt the tip move through her abdomen and chest, she felt the steel rubbing against the rim of her asshole as it passed through. It was painful and terrifying and the most amazing anal fuck.

In seconds, though to Carrie it seemed a gloriously agonizing eternity, the point reached her esophagus. It forced its way into her throat. She gagged as it reached the back of her mouth. Her jaw ached as it pushed between her teeth. Carrie watched wide eyed as the tip of the spit emerged from her mouth.

When the blue coated tip of the pole was about a foot past Carrie's mouth, Samantha called out, "Stop there. This little piggy is ready to roast."

A cheer went up from the crowd. People were congratulating the jerk of a CEO who'd had the privilege of skewering her.

Samantha leaned in close. She looked over at the client on the other side of the room, the whispered in Carrie's ear. "You think you're clever, don't you. I want you to know that I would never have been in your position. You see, I shredded the contract you needed to win that case. It gave me the perfect chance to screw that ass… and yours. I had no idea what was planned for you, but the fact the I'm going to get to take a piece of you and eat it, makes the whole thing all the more delicious." Samantha looked Carrie in the eye and licked her lips.

Carrie couldn't believe it. Had absolutely everyone been out to destroy her? Samantha's betrayal really should have been the least shocking. But her petty vindictiveness had turned out to be the catalyst of Carrie's demise.

Carrie saw Samantha bite her lip and close her eyes. She moaned softly and Carrie knew her fingers were circling her clit. She was forced to watch her enemy gloat over her downfall by masturbating as the caterer finished her preparations for roasting.

Carrie saw, from she peripheral vision, as a hand picked up the stabilizer. She heard the soft scrape of steel and felt the pole jiggle inside her as the stabilizer was slid on the back end of the pole.

"You, blue dress, open up the meat's cunt," the caterer instructed.

'Blue dress? Lauren!' Carrie quickly thought. She closed her eyes and savored the girl's touch as she slid a couple of fingers between her pussy lips and spread them apart. She felt the steel vibrate as the stabilizer approached her one remaining hole, the one that had so longed for the penetration that her ass had received. She felt the tip probe her slit briefly in search of the proper lineup to enter. Once the chef had it correctly aligned, she swiftly plunged the stabilizer deep into Carrie's sopping wet cunt. Between the large silicon coated device and Lauren's delicate fingers, Carrie came instantly.

"You liked that, didn't you, cow?" Samantha taunted her.

Carrie opened her eyes to see the redhead's shaved mound in front of her face. She straddled the spit and started humping it. Samantha was actually masturbating with same steel pole on which Carrie was dying.

Why did Carrie have the urge to try and lick it? Why did she hope the pale, bald pussy would be shoved into her face? 'Because she's won,' Carrie told herself. 'She has utterly and completely dominated you. Now it's time for you to pay the price for not being able to best her.'

The caterer pushed Carrie's butt down and straightened her legs. She secured the girl's ankles and knees to the pole. Carrie was now completely immobilized, with the exception of being able to wiggle her hands and feet. The chef instructed two of her assistants to mount the spit onto the electric base unit.

Carrie thought it was strangest feeling ever to be lifted up by the steel pole running through her body… until the switch was flipped. As the heating coil inside the steel shaft began to operate, it hummed softly. It almost felt to Carrie like she had an eight foot vibrator running through her.

Samantha leaned over the small table and called her boyfriend. "I need you to fuck me." He unzipped his pants as she hiked the hem of her dress up to her waist. She almost squealed with glee as he pushed his erection into her. "Yes, that's it. Stick me like that little piggy just got stuck."

Carrie was so distracted by watching her nemesis get fucked, and the accompanying eroticism amplified by being 'toyed' in all of her holes, that she failed to hear the chef ask an assistant for the oil. Suddenly the cool, viscous liquid was drizzling on her back. It sent a shiver down her spine. But the sensation quickly changed as the chef began rubbing the oil into her skin. Carrie knew that the woman running her hands over her bare body saw her as nothing but a large piece of meat that needed basting. But as the soft hands massaged her flesh, making certain that every nook and cranny of her young body was lubed, Carrie imagined that those were the hands of a lover trying to give her what pleasure was possible with each of her holes occupied. Was it her imagination, or did the chef's hands linger on her butt cheeks and tits and the mound surrounding her stuffed pussy. A sign that the chef saw her as anything other than food? If so, it was the only one.

"There, we've got the outside basted," she said as she wiped her hands on a towel. "Time to baste the inside."

Carrie was confused until the stabilizer in her cunt began to vibrate. Carrie came almost instantly. She had to admit that aspects of the process of going from girl to meat were arousing, but as the stabilizer buzzed within her, it caused the entire spit assembly to reverberate. What had been a barely noticeable, but pleasant hum, truly became a fatal fuck by the world's largest vibrator.

Carrie's arousal did not go unnoticed by Samantha. "That's right, cow. After all your time as a sex slave, your final fuck comes from a metal pole. Oh, oh yes… YES!" She leaned over to make sure Carrie got a good view of her orgasm face, her eyes closed, mouth wide in a scream that came out as more of a squeak. As soon as she seemed able to breathe again, she continued gloating. "I get to spend all day getting my holes stuffed by this guy's extra large pole… Ooh, yeah… We'll see who cums more while you roast."

"It's good to see the meat basting itself so well," the chef commented. "Especially since I don't have another vibrating stabilizer."

'Wait… 'another?'' Carrie wondered.

"What do you mean 'another?'" Samantha voiced the sudden curiosity of Carrie and everyone else in earshot.

The managing partner answered, "We realized a few weeks ago that the guest list for this party had grown too large to feed everyone with Carrie's meat alone. So the senior partners agreed that we needed a second roast - you, Samantha."

"What!?" she practically shouted, standing up.

Her boyfriend pushed her back down, then pulled her wrists behind her back to hold her as he continued to plow her pussy.

"Your job performance has been steadily slipping over the past months. You've seemed more interested in using and abusing Carrie than in doing your job. The senior partners had already decided that you would be replacing her as the office slut. So when we realized this party would require a second sow to roast, you were the obvious choice to be skewered," the manager explained.

Samantha turned her head to her man, as he drilled her from behind. "Babe, say something. You can't be okay with this."

"No, I'm good with it. I've known for months that making you the next office cum dumpster was the plan and that you'd be on the menu at the next New Year's party." A woman walked up to him and quickly secured Samantha's wrists with a pair of cuffs. Carrie could only see the woman from the waist down. "I've been eyeing a few options here for your replacement, but I'll have to test drive them before I decide." He slapped the woman's ass before grabbing a fistful of his girlfriend's wavy, red hair and pulling her head back. "My only condition was that I get to shove the pole up your ass when the time comes."

The woman leaned down face to face with Samantha. Carrie was a little surprised to see that the owner of the round ass was Amanda. She whispered just loud enough for the two meat girls to hear. "I'll be the one riding that monster cock even if I have to snuff the other girls' hot little cunts myself… Actually, that would make for a fun first night together."

Samantha's boyfriend pulled out of the cunt's cunt. He circled her and brought his stiff dick to her freckled face. Amanda took his cock in one hand and Samantha's auburn hair in the other. She jerked the man's member until jizz erupted from the tip. The massive load of white cream landed in streaks on Samantha's face. It seemed that as long as Amanda kept stroking him, he would just keep cumming. Obviously the idea of getting to impale Samantha was something he found very erotic.

As Carrie looked on, she did her best to fuck the stabilizer. Though she could do little more than wiggle, it was enough to bring her clit into contact with the vibrator. The sight of the redheaded bitch facing the same humiliation that she'd enjoyed subjecting Carrie to was so thrilling, it didn't take much to bring Carrie to another climax.

Amanda held Samantha's head down and licked the jizz from her pretty face. "The rest of the crowd is here for Carrie, but I can't wait to get a slice of your juicy ham." Somehow hearing that made Carrie feel avenged, even though Amanda had enjoyed tormenting her almost as much as Samantha.

"But you can't do this to me," Samantha protested weakly.

"Well you signed the papers, Samantha," the managing partner said.

"I never…"

"Actually every woman in the firm has," the manager said matter-of-factly. That drew the attention of the whole room. "Didn't any of you read the fine print on your 'cost of living' raise a couple of months ago? Each of you lovely ladies is now the property of the firm." He circled Samantha and she looked up at him from where Amanda still held her to the table. "Don't worry about it, Samantha. We already decided on your replacement for next year. We actually have the next few years planned, by then we'll have gotten in some fresh meat. We'll let them get a taste of what it's like to be a lawyer, then let them get a taste of our jizz, then we get to taste them."

Carrie could barely see the managing partner turn and motion to someone out of her sight. She watched as a cute, tight ass entered her field of vision and crossed to him. The shapely butt was wrapped in a familiar blue dress.

"Sorry, Lauren, looks like you get one less year as a lawyer," the managing partner said. "Please strip."

Carrie's eyes followed every movement she could see as her sweet Lauren disrobed. She watched the form fitting blue dress as it was shimmied over the round ass and dropped to the floor. She wiggled as hard as she could against the stabilizer as the bald pussy she'd had her face buried in not long ago, came into view once more. Lauren's panties were probably still wadded up on the floor of her office. A number of hands came into view and began to rub, pinch, squeeze, and probe the now bare body.

'Poor Lauren,' Carrie thought. 'She's just learning to let out her inner slut. Now she's going to spend every day as the office whore. But then, she does look awfully wet.'

"If you've finished playing with your food, sir. I'd really like to get the other meat on to cook," the caterer said, interrupting what promised to be a ravenous gangbang of Lauren's tender, young body. Though Lauren made no attempt to hide that she was fingering herself as everyone turned their attention to Samantha.

"Put the meat on the table, please." As she'd done with Carrie only a few minutes ago, the chef completely ignored the fact the Samantha was a living woman with her own will, capable of following instructions, and instead treated her as though she were already a butchered piece of meat. Samantha's boyfriend seized her waist and hoisted the lower portion of her body onto the table.

Carrie only had a partial view of Samantha's preparations, but she saw Samantha's sexy black dress being cut off of the alabaster body. She was intimately familiar with the sensuous form, but she'd never before seen it tremble with fear. Carrie should have sympathized with the woman who anxiously awaited her impalement, but instead she found her watching the fleshy curves shivering incredibly erotically. Carrie was determined to enjoy every moment of Samantha's ordeal just as much as that bitch had enjoyed watching it happen to her. Carrie just wished she could pull on a fistful of that red hair.

"Because of the last minute addition, I don't have another internal heating spit or vibrating stabilizer," the chef said as she picked up one of the steel poles. "In fact, I have so many catering teams working today that all I had available was an old rotisserie style roaster. It's hot and fast. The meat won't be as tender as the slow roast the other meat is getting, but it does mean a nice crisp skin. Of course, the head won't be salvageable, so if you want to keep it, we'll have to remove it now."

"Yes, please," Samantha begged. "Please cut off my head. I don't want to be roasted alive." She looked back at her boyfriend holding the pole. "Please take my head. You can have a lot of fun with it."

Carrie couldn't see his face, but from the long pause, he seemed to be considering it. Then Amanda took his cock in her mouth. "Ah yes… You know, I think I'll be fine without it."

"No-" Samantha started to protest, but a quick tug on her hair by the chef silenced her.

"Alright, let's get the meat skewered the same as last time. You, spread the asshole and you, hold the head." Carrie couldn't see who was manning Samantha's butt, Amanda returned to holding her head. "Okay, start it a few inches then get it lined up."

Carrie couldn't take her eyes off the pretty, pale face as Samantha reacted to eight inches of cold steel entering her ass. The freckled face scrunched up in a grimace as her rear hole was invaded, but hardly relaxed as the movement ended. Her anticipation of the pain was too great to allow her to truly enjoy the pleasure of such a deep fuck. The expressions that crossed Samantha's face as the pole was twisted and wiggled into position would have made Carrie laugh, but that was impossible given her own situation.

"Any last words, Samantha?" the managing partner asked.

"I don't deserve this," Samantha whined.

"Yes, you do," the managing partner replied. He was met with a chorus of agreement: "Absolutely." "You're such a bitch." "You deserve it far more than Carrie." "A year as the office slut would have taught you your place." "On your knees, Lauren. I totally have to be blown while this cunt gets impaled."

Amanda pulled Samantha's hair back hard as she forced her mouth open. Carrie did everything she could to fuck the spit running through her as she watched Samantha get run through with her own pole. Carrie couldn't see the man pushing the pole from behind, but even if she could, she would have still remained focused on her rival's face. It took only seconds for the tip of the spit to appear from inside Samantha's mouth. Then it came all the way out and Samantha was fully impaled. That loud mouth cunt was finally silenced.

Carrie came so hard.

Samantha was laid flat on the table as her legs were stretched and bound. She looked at Carrie pitifully as the stabilizer was rammed into place. The chef grabbed her now messy burnt orange mop of hair and put it up in a quick bun. "That should keep it from falling on the heating element and catching fire," she explained.

Samantha only whimpered at the prospect.

"We'll need to lift the meat and hold it for a minute or two. It's laying on the case with the rotisserie," the caterer said.

When one of the chef's assistants stepped up to lift the pole protruding from Samantha's mouth, Amanda waved him off. "I've got it," she said in an oblivious play to score more points with Samantha's boyfriend.

"I'll help," came a soft female voice. As the two women bent over to lift their former coworker, Carrie saw their faces, the voice belonged one of the firm's attractive, young paralegals. Carrie immediately noticed the way Amanda eyed the cute brunette paralegal and she could imagine Samantha's former boyfriend fucking the girl mercilessly as Amanda strangled her.

The two women held one end of the pole as the cloth was removed from what Carrie had thought was just a table. It was instead a large case that opened to reveal the rotisserie. Unlike the one on which she was now warming up, this one had a support for the pole on both ends, the pole through Samantha was noticeably thinner than the one which stretched her own holes. Of course, it didn't need to accommodate an internal heating element, that was attached to the second base unit along with reflectors to direct as much heat as possible at the nubile body rotating above.

The base unit was ready in only a couple of minutes and then Samantha's spit was secured in place. Once it was switched on, the former lawyer's body began to slowly spin. The elements below where she was suspended quickly became quite hot. Carrie was sure that being this close, she felt more heat from Samantha's unit than the one that was actually cooking her.

"Are you finished with Lauren? Now that both the sows are roasting, we have a few hours to kill until they're ready to eat," one of the partners said.

"She's swallowing now," came the response of the lawyer who had his dick in Lauren's throat. Carrie tore her gaze from Samantha to see Lauren gagging on cum as the man held her head as far down on his cock as possible. Lauren gasped as she was finally released.

"Let's get her tied down like we did with Carrie while Cassandra was cooking," Amanda suggested, a rope already in her hand. A chair was brought forward and Amanda gleefully bound Lauren in the same position Carrie had occupied a few months previous. Lauren was spit roasted on a pair of stiff cock before Amanda even finished restraining her.

"There's quite a line forming. It looks like you all could use a few more female holes," came a familiar voice. Aunt Linda stepped out of the crowd with Hilary in tow. "Why don't you all help me break in my new slave?"

"That's very generous," Amanda said as she ran her hands over Hilary's soft skin. "Why don't you get on your knees while we wait for another chair?" Hilary obediently knelt as Amanda slipped out of her skirt, then Hilary slid her tongue into the already wet pussy. "Ooh, yeah… Actually bring two more chairs… Ah, ah… Once this girl's made me cum you can use us both. I'm willing to bet that I'm the one on the list to wearing the collar after Lauren's snuffed." Amanda apparently found the day's events, or the idea of her impending slavery, quite erotic, because Hilary's mouth didn't have to put in much effort before being rewarded with the taste of juice.

Soon all three of Carrie's friends were bound to chairs in a position Carrie was very familiar with. They were lined up in front of the two electric spits so that the party goers making use of their holes could enjoy the sight of the two lovely ladies roasting for their dinner.

Carrie surveyed her friends giving and receiving orgasm after orgasm and her enemy twitching spastically as she rotated over the heat. Carrie felt a warmth spread through her as her enemy was forced to share the fate she'd so enjoyed forcing on Carrie… or was that just her own meat beginning to cook?

For the rest of the afternoon, the three young women remained tied to their chairs as load after load of sperm was dumped on their faces and asses and their mouths dripped pussy juice.

Carrie and Samantha could do nothing but watch, wait, and endure the roasting of their own tender flesh. Carrie came over and over again as the stabilizer stimulated her clitoris ceaselessly. Her orgasm had become painful, her whole body felt, for lack of a better word, raw, and she felt lightheaded and dizzy.

Tired and weak, Carrie had watched as Samantha's movements on the spit had gone from near frantic jerking as she fought the heat, to just the barest signs of life. Now her breathe was shallow and the rise and fall of her bare breasts was almost imperceptible. In the beginning, she shivered sensually every time the chef had brushed more oil over her sensitive areas, now she only twitched when a barbecue fork was pressed into her meat to check it's doneness. The once milky white flesh was now a deep golden brown.

"Hey, I think Samantha is nearly gone," a woman called out. Carrie thought it was the voice of the woman who'd been her supervisor once upon a time, but she was too disoriented to know for sure.

Carrie put all her energy into focusing on her rival's face. She watched the woman blink slowly.

"The meat's lasted a good long time. It'll be ready to serve soon," the chef said as she poked one of Samantha's tits with the fork. Samantha's only response was slightly widened eyes.

"Do you want to say goodbye to your girlfriend?" someone asked.

"I'm balls deep in one of these cunts right now. I'm good."

"Well, so long, sow," called Amanda. "Ooh! Oh, yes!… I'll make sure to take good care of him. He'll never even miss you."

Samantha suddenly locked eyes with Carrie. She blink once… twice… and then was gone. Carrie felt a momentary pang of remorse, then she remembered how Samantha had gloated as she'd been put on to roast.

Without Samantha's torment to focus on, Carrie began to lose her grip on her senses now. She slowly started to feel almost as though she were floating over her own roasting body. 'Am I dead too? Is this how Samantha felt? Will I taste as delicious as I smell?'

Carrie couldn't tell how long her out of body experience lasted, but a sharp jab of the barbecue fork in her tender (in more ways than one) ass snapped her back to reality.

"The slow roast is coming along nicely. It should be done in another hour to an hour and a half," the chef said.

'Another hour? There's no way I can last that long… But I'm not supposed to, am I? I'm supposed to die just like Samantha. Otherwise I really would be serving myself.'

"The rotisserie is ready to serve now," the caterer called out. An excited buzz quickly filled the room and everyone who had been milling about the office for the past couple of hours crowded into the conference room once more. "We'll have to move the sluts so there's room to move the meat to the table."

The managing partner appeared with his knife and cut the three young women loose. Each stood and rubbed her sore muscles and bruised wrists. None seemed fazed by the fact that she was drenched in sexual emissions. Over the past months, Amanda had revealed herself to be quite a slut. However, Hilary and Lauren, her two lady loves, were quickly developing in whores as well. Carrie suspected that in time they would prove to be even more ravenous than she was.

"Will you girls kneel by the roasters? I'd like to get a photo of all our girls today, before they start slicing up Samantha," the managing partner said. The trio posed as instructed with Hilary to one side of Carrie, Lauren between Carrie and Samantha, and Amanda on the other side of Samantha's corpse. "Here hold this, Lauren," he said, handing her something. When Lauren held it up, Carrie saw that it was her mother's severed head, covered in as much jizz as her living counterparts.

"Say, 'Cumshot!'" someone joked and all the girls chuckled as the camera clicked.

"Alright, let's get the meat on the table and start carving," the caterer said as she switched off the rotisserie. Samantha's carcass stopped spinning and a pair of young men wearing heat resistant gloves dislodged the spit from its mount.

Carrie watched as the two chef's assistants hefted the pole with what was now just a large roast skewered on it. She felt a little sorry for them, having to work so late on New Years Eve. 'At least I'm not one of them,' she thought and tried to chuckle, but it didn't really work with a steel pole protruding from her mouth.

They laid Samantha's body on it's back and cut the bounds that secured it to the pole. They then slid the pole and stabilizer out of her, leaving the roast on the a huge butcher block, holes gaping.

The chef stepped up with a tray containing an array of cutlery. The first thing she reached for was a large clever. She grabbed a fistful of red hair and raised the clever.

'Oh my god, yes!' thought Carrie. 'That's it. Chop that bitch's fucking head off!' She knew that Samantha had been dead for awhile now, but the idea of that still pretty sow being beheaded thrilled her. Her pussy was suddenly soaking wet once again, though she had no idea where her severely dehydrated body got the moisture. Her own cunt was probably taking precious minutes off of her life, just so she could fully enjoy her enemy's ultimate demise.

The pretty, black woman brought the clever down as hard as she could. The sharp steel easily parted the well roasted flesh of Samantha's throat. The chef lifted Samantha's head away from her neck and placed it on an elevated platter behind her meat.

Yes, this was it. She'd won! Carrie had gotten her revenge on the woman who had thought herself Carrie's better. The thrill of the moment, of Samantha's total downfall, sent shivers through her body all the way to her pussy. Her clit was by now raw and overstimulated, the steady vibrations of the stabilizer were torturous. But still it demanded more, demanded she celebrate this moment.

Carrie's hungry clit demanded satisfaction from her. She wanted desperately to run her fingertips over her greedy little knob, but her bound hands were unable to comply. The tiny bulb of soft flesh would accept no excuses for being denied and it tortured her, forcing every fiber of her being to tremble with its ravenous desire.

Carrie did her best to move herself back and forth on the spit. Until now, the poles inserted into her holes were really fucking her, now, for the first time since Samantha's impalement, Carrie devoted her dwindling energy into actively humping the spit. She was surprised how well her medium-well meat responded to her commands.

"Hey, look at Carrie fuck that spit!" someone called out. Immediately there was a crowd huddled around her taking in the spectacle of her masturbating with the machine that was killing her.

"Way to go, Carrie." " Ride it, girl." There was a time not long ago when having her friends and family standing over her prone body watching her masturbate would have been humiliating, but now she hardly notice them as she focused only on the building orgasm within her and the sight of the chef slicing off each of Samantha's breasts and carving out her cunt steak. She shuddered as the orgasm took away what control she had over her body.

"That meat's really twitching now," came the voice of Aunt Linda. "It's meat is going to be so juicy, I think I'll wait to eat until I can get a piece of this roast."

"I agree, Linda," Carrie's father said. "I've waited this long for a slice of that delectable looking ham, I can wait another hour. Though that smell is making my mouth water."

Carrie had cum so hard she thought it might literally kill her. She was left completely drained. Most of her remaining life force had been spent reaching that fantastic peak.

"Did you want Samantha's filet, sir?" Lauren asked the managing partner as she held out a plate with the cutlet. The pair were only a few feet from Carrie and she could clearly see the piece of meat that had recently been the sex of a living woman. It looked juicy and delicious and was garnished with a creamy white sauce that was poured into the open hole between the labia left by the spit.

"No, thank you. It looks quite tasty, but I have my heart set on enjoying Carrie's portion," the manager replied. "Why don't you give that to Samantha's boyfriend? I'm sure he and Amanda would appreciate that tender morsel. But I'll tell you what, Lauren, I may give you a bite of Carrie's steak, if I think you've earned it."

"Thank you, sir," Lauren said excitedly. Truly she'd come a long way in a short time be so looking forward to partaking in cannibalism.

Someone knelt right in front of Carrie. It took a few seconds for Carrie to focus on the face. Hilary looked her in the eye. "Hey, Carrie. How's my slut doing?"

It almost felt strange to have someone address her directly. Carrie wanted to say, 'Not great. This is really hot. Every inch of me hurts. And my damn clit is sucking the life out of me.' But she couldn't manage a sound. All she could do was blink slowly to acknowledge that she was aware of her girlfriend's presence.

"I don't think Carrie has much time left."

"She lasted a really long time. According to the chef's estimate she'll be ready to serve in a little over half an hour," Aunt Linda commented.

"She's not done yet," Carrie's father interjected. "I think she can make it to the cutting board."

"She's done, let her go," Linda urged.

"You're just saying that so you might get some mercy when you take a turn on the spit."

"If I ever end up impaled, you certainly won't be the one pushing the pole."

"I'm afraid we'll never know if she'd make it all the way," the managing partner interrupted. "She owes me one blowjob before she's dead, and it looks like now's the time for her to give me head." He took out his long knife. "Lauren, on your knees. Now is when you earn your taste of Carrie's juicy cunt steak."

Lauren obediently dropped to her knees and pulled out the manager's stiff cock. Without hesitation, she took the massive member in her mouth and down her throat.

Hilary moved beside Lauren and began handling the man's balls as she looked up at him. "If it's okay with you, I'd like a bite of Carrie's pussy as well. After all, I've eaten it so many times."

The man nodded and Lauren passed off the cock to Hilary, then shoved her all the way down on it as soon as it was in her mouth. Carrie watched for several minutes as the two women who had been her lovers, gagged on the cock she'd yet to have in her mouth. The two young sluts were so hot as they used the mouths that had so often pleasured her to prepare the dick that would very soon provide her the final experience of her life. She only hoped that she would have enough time to feel his cum go down her throat before she was gone.

"Alright, Carrie. It's time you served your real purpose at the firm. Girls, grab a hold of her hair and stretch her neck."

"Yes, sir," the pair responded.

As Lauren and Hilary pulled her hair, the manager put the knife to her throat.

"Wait!" said Hilary urgently. She jumped to her feet and rushed to the table, returning with Cassandra's severed head. "She should get to see her mom one more time." Hilary pushed the tip of the pole into Cassie's mouth, then returned to tugging Carrie's golden tresses.

Carrie marveled at the view of nearly every significant woman in her life, her two lovers helping to behead her, her mother waiting to greet her once her head was detached, her enemy in the background waiting to share the banquet table with her: all but Lauren had played a part in bringing about her end - and Lauren no longer seemed to have any objections to participating.

Carrie felt the blade cut into her neck. She involuntarily began jerking around as it passed through her throat. She couldn't help but struggle as her body fought its bisection with surprising vigor. It had only been minutes since her powerful orgasm as she witnessed Samantha's decapitation and the vibrating stabilizer had maintained her arousal so that now her reflexive movements against the inserted device quickly brought her back to the edge. But the manager was doing his work swiftly and she had only seconds before her brain lost contact with her sex organs.

She was so close to one final orgasm, but her head was almost separated. The managing partner paused only to find the gap between vertebrates. Carrie's brain flashed to the images of her mother's head being cut off. Soon the two of them would be a beautiful pair of trophies. Maybe one day, Lauren would join them on display in the manager's office. Aunt Linda would surely keep Hilary's trophy to play with as well. She thought of Samantha's beautiful head simply thrown away.

Yes! That was it. She was half cooked, half headless, but still, she'd won! Carrie had gotten her revenge by outstanding Samantha. It had cost Carrie her glorious body and stunning her head, but that seemed a small price to pay for her victory.

Carrie came. She came harder than any other orgasm she'd experienced in her life. In the heat of her passion (and cooking), it felt more intense than ALL of her previous climaxes combined. The culmination of her ecstasy was so intense that it blinded her to the disconnection of her spine.

Her vengeance was the ultimate aphrodisiac. Suddenly, Carrie wondered if this was how her mother had felt as her head was separated, knowing she'd set Carrie up for a similar demise in retaliation for years of humiliation.

Before she realized what was happening, Carrie found herself sliding forward on the pole toward her mother's sperm slick face. As their lips met at the pole's end, one of the girls told her to give her mother a goodbye kiss. Carrie stuck her tongue in Cassandra's mouth. 'Thank you, mom. Thank you for everything.'

"Now, Carrie, it's time for you to finally earn your mouthful of cum," the managing partner said.

As Carrie's head was spun around to take the massive cock up her neck stump, she caught sight of her own now headless body shuddering in the competing grips of both ecstasy and death. She was amazed at how deeply golden brown it was. She'd been exquisitely aware of the sensation of her young flesh roasting, and had observed Samantha as she'd turned brown, but the vision of her own skin seared was very surreal. Though her freshly decapitated carcass seemed to have a surprising amount of life still in it and she wondered if her head or body would give up first.

"Aah, yes… That pole opened up your throat nicely." He slid her onto his cock upside down, so she was looking up at his face. Carrie could see the tip of his long cock popping out of her mouth with each thrust. "I have wanted to have you right here for a very long time, Carrie. Ever since you blossomed into such a beautiful young woman, I've wanted to put my cock down your throat."

'Or up it,' she thought. She was feeling lightheaded and knew her final moments were quickly slipping away. He was speeding up and Carrie knew he would cum soon. She felt the thick shaft throb in her throat. Hilary and Lauren were not ignorant of the signs of impending male orgasm and the two were taking turns putting their mouths down on the tip of his dick to kiss Carrie. For her part, Carrie returned their kisses as best she could, inserting her tongue into each mouth and caressing their tongue and the head of the boss's cock simultaneously.

The manager seized both of the beautiful slaves and forced them onto either side of Carrie's head, smearing her face with the sperm that already coated them. All three feminine tongues were caressing the tip of his dick when it erupted. Carrie had never imagined that she'd actually see a man ejaculate from this angle. The cumshot arched out of her mouth and landed on her face and the faces of her lovers. Both were left with trails of fresh goo on their already saturated faces. The huge load splattered Carrie from hair to lips, covering her cute face, and making severed head somehow more attractive than she'd ever been.

Carrie tasted the last few drops on the tip of his dick as he slid her head off of it. "I hope you can still hear me, Carrie. I want you to know this is far from the last time your beautiful head will wear my sperm."

A slight smile played on Carrie's lips as she though about the many ways she would be used. She could picture herself on display beside her mother. Every time Lauren was called into the managing partner's office, she'd retrieve the pair of lovely heads and together the three of them would work his cock and wear his cum.

Carrie had spent a year being used by everyone who wandered through the office, now she would be his toy alone. But maybe, just maybe, sometimes when she was alone cleaning up the master's cum, Lauren would take her blonde head and hold it between her legs. She rub Carrie's face against her clit and let her friend bring her to orgasm after orgasm. Carrie hoped she'd be used by her friend over and over again right up until she took Carrie's place on the spit.

Too bad she'd never get the chance to really find out what Lauren's cunt tastes like…

>>25944

Did you write this ? Is it possible to have a sequel ?

>>26026
No Sorry, this story was written by a guy called slab in the Dolcettish forum...

But since the Dolcettish forum seems to have been erased I posted it here from a html I saved from there, just to have one of may favourite stories available for everyone

slab has been reposting on pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/30509120 though I do not think that this story has been reposted yet.

>>26028
Does he come here, sometimes ? This story clearly asks for a sequel and I really want to know what happens next.

I'd like for the boss to find a way to keep Carrie alive and counscious.

The moment she thinks about her mother being still alive made me think about that.