Part I: Trash Day

The ignorant statuesque blonde secretary sat in the corner of the basement on her bare ass. Her arms tied painfully tight with twine behind her. Knees and ankles similarily bound. Her sheer black nylons had runs in them where the twine bit into her legs. The delicate pink panties she had been wearing were wrapped around her right ankle, and her black patent leather pumps were falling off her feet. The blindfold was beginning to fall down and gave her a view of the dark room. But the tight red ball-gag in her mouth kept her silent except for an occasional muffled complaint.

Tristy and Christy got up from the bed on the other side of the room to watch their struggling victim. Both girls were totally naked and wet from perspiration. Christy, the hard-bodied redhead laid back down on the bed. "Awe Tristy, her blindfold is coming off. It's so cute how she keeps struggling like that. We should do her soon, don't you think?"

Tristy was Christy's identical twin except that she had had breast enlargement surgery and her hair was dyed jet black. Tristy walked over to their victim and crouched down to look at the terrified girl.

"You are such a cutie. Christy! This girl is going to be a lot of fun." The girl struggled in vain as Tristy put the blindfold back in place. Tristy ran her fingers through the waist-long blonde sweat-soaked hair and then walked back to the bed and laid down beside her sister.

"Oh boy Christy," Tristy whispered to her sister, "This is going to be fun tonight. Any thoughts about this one?"

"I like her all tied up like that Tris, you really tied those legs up good. She's even starting to bleed a little around her ankles. You are really good at these games. I could just eat you up you make me horny."

Tristy smiled at her sister and then rolled over to kiss her gently on the lips. She curled her tongue and flicked it across her sister's big soft lips, then she dove her tongue into Christy's eager mouth. Christy gently bit down on her sister's tongue as it played with her own tongue.

The two naked sisters embraced and made passionate love for several hours while their pathetic victim sat in the opposite corner on the cold cement floor. Waiting for someone to help her.

Later...

Christy rolled over and flicked the light on. The florescent lights came on after a few seconds. She poked her head up over her sister's breasts to look for the waiting blonde in the corner. The victim was still there but she had fallen over onto her side and fallen asleep. "She must have cried herself to sleep. Pathetic creature."

"Tristy, wake up." Christy shook her sister till she woke up.

Tristy was half asleep. "Wa? Can't I sleep some more? I'm tired, you wore me out."

"Well, you can sleep if you want, but I feel like starting up with our catch of the day over in the corner. You up for treating that girl to some sweet painful torture?"

Tristy's eyes opened a little further and she nodded. "Yeah, we should get her started, shouldn't we? A little pain before breakfast?" Tristy glanced over in the blonde's direction. "I'll go get a hammer. You gonna wake her up?"

"Yeah, I'll get the bitch up" was Christy's enthusiastic response. Both girls got up out of bed. They both put on a pair of baggy sweat pants. Christy walked over to the victim while Tristy walked into a different room in the basement.

"Okay my child, its morning. Time to wake up and face reality." Christy said as she stood by the bound girl's head. Christy used her bare foot to nudge the girl's head. She put her foot on the girl's forehead and moved her head till it banged against the cement wall behind her. The blindfolded figure on the floor began to stir and shortly Christy could hear the familiar sounds of a terrified woman. Christy bent down and pulled the blindfold off her head.

"I'd take your gag off too, but it's too early in the morning to hear your screams. After breakfast, okay?" Christy seemed to be waiting for the girl to nod in agreement. "Okay?" Christy said as she looked into the horrified woman's deep-blue eyes. Christy picked the woman up off her side and propped her bound form against the corner again, exposing her vagina between her svelte toned legs.

"Lets see, we're going to go for breakfast soon, but we should get you started with something before then. So I'll grab these," as she picked up a handful of rusty six-inch spikes from the countertop in the other corner of the room. The spikes were sharp at one end but had very wide heads on the other end. "Bring a knife, Tristy!"

Just then Tristy came from the other room with a hammer and a large hunting knife. "I think these will do", Christy said to Tristy with pride holding up the rusty spikes.

"Wonderful Chris! Where are we gonna put them?"

"I know exactly what we can do with them. Give me the hammer."

Meanwhile the pathetic blonde on the floor was wide-eyed in fear. Glancing from one woman to the other in complete horror. She started to scream through her gag as Chris walked toward her with the hammer and rusty spikes. She eve tried to kick at her as she got close, but Chris laughed and pushed her bound legs to the side and knelt down beside her. Then, grabbing her by the knees, she straightened out the blonde's legs and placed them on the floor.

Chris looked at the sexy blonde's feet. She was wearing black patent leather high heels, so placing her feet flat on the floor was very painful to the bound woman. She struggled in her bindings to no avail. Chris caressed the woman's feet through her nylons. "I'm gonna 'shoe' this girl. Sort of like they used to do centuries ago with horses."

Tristy had a puzzled look on her face. "Horses?"

Christy looked at Tristy and explained that horses were animals that were tamed by human and used for transportation and agricultural work several centuries ago. They had been extinct for nearly two hundred years. "They used to nail iron shoes to the hooves of the horse. I'm gonna nail this girl's shoes to her feet. That way they won't come off, and she'll be in lots of pain!"

"Wonderful idea sis!"

Christy turned back to the terrified blonde and smiled at her. She took one of the rusty spikes and placed the sharp end on the top of her right foot, a few inches up from her toes. Holding her feet steady wasn't easy but she managed. Then she brought the hammer down onto the head of the spike and sent it an inch into the screaming girl's foot. Christy let go of the girl and she kicked violently. When she had calmed down a little, Christy grabbed her foot again and continued to hammer the spike through her foot.

She encountered a little resistance when the spike hit the girl's shoe. One more shot with the hammer and the spike cleared the sole of the shoe. The head of the spike was now flush with the top of her foot and the tip was poking through the bottom of her shoe. Christy then took the claw on the other end of the hammer and bent the emerging tip of the spike, covered with rust and blood, bending it to a 90-degree angle so the spike was permanently in place.

"There. That shoe won't come off. Unless we take the whole foot off! But later babe" she said as she gave the blonde girl a kiddish slap on her sweating face. "Next!" Christy called out as she did the same to the other foot. The left foot was done in much the same fashion except that the first time she tried, the rusty spike broke apart after it had been driven through the foot. Christy just pulled it out and inserted another spike into the hole in her foot and shoe and bent it into place.

Christy got up from the floor and patted the victim on the head. "There Tris. Lets go shower and have some breakfast. I'm starved!"

The two girls kissed and embraced then walked upstairs.

Meanwhile...

Meanwhile, the blonde victim sat in her corner focused one hundred percent on the burning pain in her feet. She kicked her legs violently in sporadic fits of pain and fear. She heard the water in the pipes as the girls showered, then she heard the girls in the kitchen making noise and talking. Then she smelled the aroma of fresh fried eggs, ham and toast.

And then....

The blonde victim's eyes opened wide when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Then she saw the girls walk down the stairs. Both were wearing red high-heel pumps, short black miniskirts with no nylons, and black leather bras. They both wore dark sunglasses so that the victim in the corner would not be able to see their eyes.

"Delicious breakfast Christy! I'm stuffed. Now we need to work off all those calories!" Tristy said with a giggle. "Look, she's still here, still awake! Are you in pain, little girl? Awe, look Christy, the poor thing is in pain. Should we put her out of her misery?"

Christy stepped forward and pointed a finger at the blonde on the floor. "This worthless piece of meat doesn't deserve to live. But I want her to feel death before it takes her and sends her soul to hell."

Tristy walked over to the counter and grabbed the large hunting knife. "I think this long hair will come in handy later, but it's just going to get in the way now." She grabbed the blonde woman by the hair and using the hunting knife cut all her hair off. The long strands of hair in her hands were about three feet long, but the hacked up hair left on her head was about 3 inches long.

Christy laughed at the blonde. "Worst hair I've ever seen. tsk, tsk." She shook her head and as Tristy put the long strands of hair down on the counter, she stepped forward in front of the blonde. She reached down and grabbed the girl by her shoulders and picked her up to stand on her feet.

Since their victim had been crouched down in the corner for nearly twenty four hours, her knees could not take the pain and they buckled, sending her falling to the floor, face first on the cement. Both Christy and Tristy laughed at the pathetic girl. "I wonder if it was her knees or the nails in her feet that did that. That's just too funny."

Christy continued laughing as she knelt down to the blonde's face. She saw that the girl's nose was obviously broken. Blood poured freely from the impact of cement on cartilage. Christy put a knee into the small of the girl's back and dug it in hard. The girl twitched in pain as she stretched her back and pulled her head up off the floor. With her knee in the girl's back, Christy undid the harness on the ball gag and let it drop out of her sore mouth and onto the floor. The stunned woman on the floor moved her mouth to get circulation back into her lips and face.

"Got anything to say for yourself, whore?" Tristy yelled in the victim's ear.

"You bastards! You can't do this to me! I didn't do anything to you!" Was all that came from the girl's lips. She obviously was screaming hard, but in part due to the pain she was feeling and the knee in her back, she couldn't muster any more than a hoarse coughing sound.

Christy laughed and pulled the girl to her feet by the hands tied behind her back. The pain of her arms being stretched in a direction they weren't meant to stretch caused her to scream again.

Christy held her by the arms while Tristy stepped in front of their victim. "You got it all wrong Miss. We can do it to you, and you're right, you didn't do anything to deserve it. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time! Don't they ever tell you about the buddy system? Never ever get caught after dark in a parkade by yourself."

"Especially if your gonna be dressed like you were last night," added Christy.

"That's right. You gotta be a pretty stupid girl." Tristy walked over to the counter and picked up a pair of pliers. "Now Miss. We're sick of listening to you. Open up wide!" With that, Christy held open the girl's mouth while Tristy stuck the pliers into the open mouth of the blonde woman, fishing for her tongue.

When finally she had the tongue in the grips of the pliers, she yanked out hard, pulling the tongue out several inches, beyond it's normal capacity. Tristy deftly brought the blade of the hunting knife between the girl's face and her own face, swiftly cutting the wet red muscle off nearly at its root. Blood spewed out of the blonde's mouth, spraying Tristy's chest with red.

Then Christy forced the blonde to her knees. With blood pouring down the girl's face and chest, she was pushed backwards so that her knees were forward but she lied on her back, facing the ceiling. Tristy grabbed a paid of the rusty spikes and quickly nailed them into the tops of the girl's thighs. The spikes penetrated the femurs of the girl's legs and she writhed in pain.

Then she placed a spike under the victim's left breast and pushed hard until it penetrated the girl's flesh and passed through the fatty mammary tissue. Soon it erupted from the top of the girl's breast and Christy took the pliers and bent the spike to ninety degrees so it wouldn't come out of the fatty tit.

Tristy walked over to the counter and grabbed the long strands of hair that had been removed from their victim. She wrapped the hair around the hapless victim's neck and tied it off so tight that the girl was surely not able to breathe. They threw her prone torso up and forwards to land on her face again. The girl twitched and spasmed. She tried to free her arms to untie the hair around her neck, which was slowly strangling her to death. Her legs kicked and her jelly butt jiggled.

As she thrashed on her belly, Tristy kicked her hard in the ass. Christy walked around and kicked her hard in the side of the head, seemingly knocking her unconscious. "Careful Christy, no need to get violent!" Both girls laughed.

They rolled the girl over onto her back. Christy bent over and licked the girl's face from her chin to her broken nose, over her eyes, and her ears. "Oh my god this girl is making me so hot!"

"Is she dead yet?" Christy put her head to the girl's chest to listen for a heartbeat. "I think she's still with us, but barely. She's suffocating very nicely!" Christy looked into the blonde girl's dying eyes. She held the right eyelid open and licked the eyeball, coating it with her saliva. "Yum, yum."

When the sisters were quite sure that their victim was dead, Tristy got up and brought a tray from the counter with several items placed on top of it. She grabbed the hunting knife and cut the twine that held the dead woman's knees and ankles together. She pushed the stocking covered legs apart to expose the hairy blonde pussy between them. She knelt close to the dead woman's snatch and sniffed the bitter sweet aroma of sweat and piss. Then she brought her tongue to the outer lips of the spent woman's vagina and tasted the woman's sex.

Meanwhile, Christy picked up a device with a long plastic tube that had been sitting on the tray. She kissed the dead woman's lips and then placed an open end of the tube against the woman's left eye. The tube created a seal on her face around her eye. Christy pressed down to maintain the air-tight seal while she activated an air pump on the other end of the tube.

The mechanical air pump created a vacuum within the tube and within seconds the girl's eye began to swell. Slowly the eyeball could be seen bulging unnaturally out of its socket until eventually it popped out of its socket with a sickening sucking noise.

Christy immediately turned the air pump off and broke the seal around the woman's extracted eyeball. The eyeball laid on her cheekbone and was still attached to the socket by a short twisted cord of optic nerves. Christy picked the eyeball up between her forefinger and thumb and twisted it around to see all sides of the soft little orb. She knelt down and kissed the woman on the cheek, and then kissed the iris of her eyeball.

Finally she sucked the eyeball into her mouth and licked the blood from it. She suckled on the round optic orb for several minutes until she popped it out of her mouth. Then she snaked her tongue into the dead woman's vacant eye socket. She greedily licked the empty socket clean, swallowing any blood and other loose tissue from the inside of the socket.

Then Christy took her long middle finger and with the slender red-painted nail she dug into the thin wall of tissue seperating the two eyeballs and eventually managed to push the other eyeball from its socket. She had created a large hole between the two eye sockets right behind the bridge of the dead blonde's nose. She licked the other eyeball and eye socket clean with her tongue and savored the flavor of blood. Both eyeballs now laid on the girl's cheeks, hanging grotesquely.

Christy grabbed a long flexible dildo from the tray and motioned to Tristy to come take a look. Tristy smiled at Christy's handiwork, examining the dead girl's face. Christy took the eighteen inch long black rubber dong and placed one end of it in the empty left-socket of their dead victim. She moistened the tip of the dildo with her tongue before inserting it into the vacant hole. Tristy smiled at Christy and ran her fingers through her hair. "You turn me on so much when you mutilate their faces like this, Christy. I could just fuck you silly right now."

Christy returned her sister's smile. "In just a minute we can fuck each other. I'm really horny right now." As Christy finished speaking, she managed to get the tip of the dildo into the through the hole adjoining the two eye sockets, effectively skewering the dead girl's face through her eye sockets. Christy pulled on the end of the dildo until about seven inches of black rubber dildo protruded from each eye socket. "Now we can share this double dildo and fuck each other through this dead cunt's head." She smiled at her sister as she rubbed the end of the dildo against her outer pussy lips.

Tristy did the same with her end and soon both girls had all seven inches of rubber inside their cunts, and began to fuck each other, grinding their pubic regions into the cheek bones of the dead blonde on the cement floor. As they writhed in ecstasy on the floor, the dead woman's head was forced side-to-side and around depending on which sister was pushing harder. The dead woman's large breasts jiggled as the two sisters jostled her head with their cunts.

Christy reached down between her creamy thighs and rubbed her clit while she fucked herself on the dildo. She ground her pubic bone into the cheek and eyebrow of the dead blonde. Then she put the dangling eyeball between her fingers and began to rub the iris of the extracted eyeball along her clit. As she mashed the eyeball into her clitoris she began to explode in a violent orgasm. Tristy watched with lustful eyes as her sister came on the dead woman's crushed eyeball. With the dildo deep inside her own pussy, she felt the vibrations of her sister's orgasm as it ran through the eye sockets of the dead victim.

Christy wasted no time after her orgasm finished and slipped her cunt off the large black dildo. She grabbed a hacksaw from the table while her sister continued to frig herself on the other end of the amazing rubber dong in the dead woman's head. Christy began sawing through the left ankle of the dead body. She quickly sawed through the limb and held the nylon-covered foot, spiked to the black patent leather high-heeled shoes. She licked the top of the pretty foot and brought the foot near her sister's cunt.

Christy licked the area where the dildo met her sister's sex, then she suckled and deep throated the 5-inch heels of the shoe spiked to the severed foot. She moistened the heel with her saliva and then slowly inserted the full 5 inches into Tristy's tight puckered brown asshole. As she did this, Tristy shook with a massive orgasm that rocked her body for several minutes.

Christy continued to fuck her sister's tight asshole with the black leather shoe during her orgasm. When Tristy was finished, she laid back to regain some energy. Shortly, she got up from the floor and put on a strap on dildo. She buckled the straps around her waist and hips. Then she got back on her knees and climbed aboard the chest of the dead blonde. Christy got behind the dead girl's head and violently pulled the long flexible dildo from the eye sockets. The dildo popped out of the dead woman's head with a loud hollow-sounding "pop!"

Christy picked the head up off the floor by the short hair on the top of its skull. In this position, the eye- less face was now facing Tristy's menacing strap-on dildo. She brought the tip of the plastic dildo towards the right eye socket. She used her hand to guide the head of the dildo into the eye socket. "Oh, this is going to be a tight fuck!!!"

She pushed harder to get the dildo further inside. When the tip hit the back wall of the eye socket, Tristy pushed hard, and Christy held the head firm. Soon, the dildo penetrated the soft tissue wall and sunk deep into the brain of the deceased blonde. Sickening squishing sounds were heard as the two sisters pushed against each other.

Tristy smiled gleefully as she fucked the dead woman's skull through her empty eye socket. She reached down and put her finger inside the empty left eye socket. She dug with her long fingernails through the soft tissue wall in the eye socket and used her fingers to play with the soft brain tissue. She brought her fingers out of the brains and put them up to her sister's mouth. Christy licked her fingers clean, swallowing the bloody gray matter.

Christy reached down for the hunting knife and used it to cut the twine holding the woman's arms behind her back. The dropped the knife on the floor and threw the arms out to the sides of the corpse. Then Christy reached over to the tray beside the body and picked up a large hacksaw. She brought the hacksaw between herself and her sister and she gingerly licked the serrated blade, moistening it with her saliva.

Then she brought the blade down onto the right shoulder of the dead girl's body and bit into the flesh with a slow stroke away from her. Tristy smiled at her sister as Christy began to pump the hacksaw in tune with her own skull-fucking rhythm. As Tristy fucked into the dead skull, Christy pulled back on the hacksaw. As Tristy pulled out, Christy pushed the hacksaw forward.

Soon Christy had sawn through the bone and only the soft skin on the dead woman's shaved underarm held the sexy arm to the rest of the corpse. With one more powerful stroke, Christy cut through that last remaining resistance and the arm fell off the corpse and landed on the floor. A little blood trickled out of the stump and created a small puddle.

Christy put the hacksaw down and picked up the severed arm. She brought the hand up in front of her face and studied the long, sexy fingers. The fingers of the dead woman's hand were stretched out straight. As the woman died of asphyxiation, her entire body had tensed up. The long fingernails were painted a dark shade of red. Christy sucked the forefinger into her mouth and tasted it. It tasted like salt to her and she licked it clean. She pulled the finger out and her saliva made the skin glisten in the dim light of the basement.

Christy put the finger back in her mouth and forcing it to the back of her throat, making sure not to invoke her gag reflex, she managed to get the whole finger in. Then she bit down hard on the finger and broke the skin. A little bit of blood swelled around Christy's lips and trickled down the severed arm.

Christy closed her eyes and savored the bitter taste of the blood. She brought the stump of the severed arm to her sex mound and rubbed the bone into her clit. Wrinkles appeared on her forehead as she came violently on the severed stump of the arm. She dug her teeth into the skin all around the base of the long bony finger and as she finished her orgasm, she pulled back on the skin and removed all of it from the finger. The skin remained in Christy's mouth and bones of the finger remained upright, still attached to the hand.

Christy fished into her mouth and pulled the long red- painted fingernail from the skin and threw it aside on the floor. She chewed on the skin and savored the taste for a few minutes before spitting it out and throwing it on the floor. Tristy, having watched her sister skin the finger continued to fuck the corpse's skull, never missing a stroke.

Christy still held the severed arm in her hand and she reached over for the large hunting knife. Placing the arm down on the floor, palm-up, she brought the knife down hard on the wrist, stabbing right through the middle of the narrow target. Then she pulled the blade down between the two bones of the forearm until she reached the elbow. She set the knife down and put her fingers into the slot she created. She gripped both of the bones of the forearm in her hands and tugged a little. They were quite thin but fairly firm.

"Care to make a wish, Tristy?" Both girls smiled at each other. Christy brought the severed arm in front of her sister. Tristy reached into the forearm and grabbed one of the bones, Christy grabbed the other. Tristy momentarily stopped her skull-fucking as the two sisters pulled hard against each other. In a few seconds a loud *CRACK* echoed through the basement both girls went flying backward.

Tristy laid on her back with her bloody strap-on dildo standing proudly in the air. In her hand she still held the bone of the forearm and attached to that was the hand and the upper arm. Christy flew backwards too, but all she had was the arm bone she had grabbed. "Shit!" Christy said and threw the bone to the floor. "I hope you wished for something good, Tristy!"

Tristy got up and smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know!" She laughed and threw the arm on the ground. Tristy then grabbed the hunting knife and cut away the dead victim's hair, which had been used to strangle her. She was careful not to cut into the skin of the neck. "Christy, grab that hacksaw. I think it's time we got inside this lovely woman."

"Okay sis!" Christy picked up the hacksaw again and kneeled on the floor beside the corpse. Tristy picked up the dead woman's head and held it steady with one hand on the forehead and the other on the back of the head. She curled some of the short blonde hair around her fingers to gain a little extra control. Then Christy brought the saw down on the top of the head and began to saw into the skull. She used as much force as she could to get the saw blade through the hard bone. With each stroke she managed to get through about half an inch.

Occasionally she had to stop for a second to rest, leaving the saw embedded inside the dead woman's head. As she continued, she sawed down behind the eye sockets and through the soft area of the temples before hitting the bony beginnings of the jaw-bone.

To make it easier to cut through the jaw bone, Christy grabbed a heavy hammer and smashed it into the jaw in the area immediately ahead of her path through the woman's head, crushing the bone into smaller fragments. Then she continued to saw through until the blade exited under the woman's chin.

Carefully Tristy placed the head back down on the floor and smiled at her sister, who was now sitting on her ass, breathing hard from her exertion, still holding the hacksaw in her hand. She was sweating hard and needed a break, so she sat there and smiled at Tristy.

Tristy turned back to the corpse and smiled at the vacant eye sockets, and the bloody tongue-less mouth. She snaked a couple fingers from each hand into each of the empty eye sockets and pulled upward on the face, lifting the entire face, bone and skin, from the rest of the head. She saw where the hacksaw had cleanly cut through the brain, it was flat and flush with the edges of the bone. She saw the massive hole in the brain behind the right eye socket, which she had made with her strap-on dildo. She touched a portion of the brain with the smooth surface made by the hacksaw. She dug in a little with her long fingernails and picked a little bit out and put it in her mouth.

"Mmmm, this is delicious stuff Christy. Come have some." Tristy placed the top half of the corpse's head down beside the bottom half. The back of the face cut by the hacksaw sat flush on the floor.

Christy crawled over to sit down beside the corpse and looked inside the head. She saw what her sister had seen, and she too reached in with a finger and coated it with brain matter. Then she sucked it off her finger. She was still breathing hard from her hard work and her breasts heaved with every heavy breath.

The two girls sat on either side of the corpse and dined on the dead woman's brains for nearly half an hour. They chatted a little about what they had done to the woman so far and also about what they might yet do to her. When they finished eating, nearly three quarters of the woman's brains were gone, the skull creating a large bowl-shaped basin lying on the floor.

Tristy picked up the top half of the head, her face, and with a violent shake, the portion of the brains which had remained with that part of the head slurped out and onto the floor. She put the face in front of her own and peered out the empty eye sockets at Christy, using the dead blonde's face as a mask. "Peek-a-boo!" Both girls giggled.

Tristy brought the face mask down towards her strap-on dildo and suddenly her face changed from one of goofiness to one of sexual need. She slowly put her strap-on through the mouth of the face mask so that it emerged from the pouty lips. Then, staring at her sister, she laid back on the floor and motioned Christy to come for a ride. Christy took the cue and crawled over to her sister and mounted her. Christy reached down and caressed the face mask which was now impaled on her sister's plastic cock. Then Christy began rubbing the slit of her pussy lips up and down the length of Tristy's strap-on, making it slick with her love juice.

Christy reared up on her hips, over the plastic cock and down again. She rubbed her pussy into the dead woman's nose, making it slick with her sex nectar. Then Christy reach back and placed the head of the strap-on at the tight opening of her asshole, never bringing her clit off their victim's nose. She pushed down on the strap-on until finally it pushed into her anus and she ground herself furiously into the plastic phallus and the dead flesh of the blonde's nose.

Tristy fucked her beautiful sister through the blonde girl's dead face, grabbing Christy's hips as she gyrated into sexual ecstasy. Soon, Christy was cumming violently on the dead face, covering it with the aromatic love juice from her pussy. Christy laid down on top of Tristy and hugged her and kissed her and rested for awhile. "Wonderful Sis.... you're so wonderful."

When Christy climbed off her sister's strap-on dildo, She pulled the face mask off her plastic cock and kissed the open mouth, then licked with her tongue to the empty left eye socket. She stuck her tongue through the eye opening and licked the edges.

While Christy made out with the dead face, Tristy moved back towards the rest of the corpse. She picked up the hacksaw and kneeled down beside the midsection of the corpse. She put the hacksaw on the top of the right thigh. She looked down the length of the dead blonde's sexy leg. The sheer black nylon stockings came up to about half way between her knee and where she had the hacksaw blade. The stockings were a little ripped around her knee where she had been tied before. And the sexy foot with the spike driven through it to keep it attached to her black patent leather spiked stiletto heels.

Tristy began to saw through this delectable piece of meat and easily got through the skin and muscle and sinew of the nicely toned leg. When she struck bone, a loud grating sound filled the basement and entire corpse vibrated. Tristy put extra effort into sawing through this, the largest bone in the dead woman's body. It took several minutes of intense labor for Tristy to cut through the entire diameter of the femur.

Once through, she paused for a few seconds and shifted the leg to bend at what would normally be an impossible angle for a leg to bend. The leg now stuck out at nearly a ninety-degree angle from the rest of the corpse. Tristy quickly sawed through the less resistant sinew of the hamstring and pushed the leg away from the corpse.

Tristy crawled after the leg and lay down on her back. She pulled the foot to her snatch and began rubbing the open toes of the limb into her pussy. She got herself and the dead foot soaked in her juices and then moved the 5- inch heel of the shoe to her pussy. She rubbed the hard heel directly onto her clit and frigged herself.

Tristy was oblivious to the fact that Christy approached her and with the hunting knife, she cut away all the meat from the thigh and quadriceps of the severed leg. Then, also on her back, Christy began frigging herself off on the stump of the femur at the other end from her sister. Both girls frigged themselves adding more pleasure to the other from vibrations traveling through the dead severed leg. Both girls seemed to reach a crescendo together and came violently; forming small pools of sweat and sex juices on the floor around them.

Both sisters lay on the floor with the two ends of the severed leg still inside of themselves. They both fell asleep and remained like that for several hours.

When Christy woke up, she found herself using the soft abdomen of the dead blonde as a pillow. She turned her head and felt the icy-coldness of the dead body against her cheek. The pungent aroma of rotting flesh was also beginning to fill the basement. She moved her arm and felt the stump of where the right leg should have been if Tristy hadn't sawed it off. With her fingers she traced the large bone and played with the softer muscle tissue around it.

Tristy was still sleeping, so Christy got up and used a wet towel to clean her face. Then she picked up a large heavy garden spade and stood over the corpse. She surveyed the corpse. The face was gone, leaving an empty brain-case. The right arm had been sawed off at the shoulder. The right leg had been removed from the hip, and her left foot had also been removed. Around the room she saw the pieces of the woman, which were no long attached to her corpse. Most notably, the severed leg still between her sleeping sister's thighs. The heel of the shoe still pressing against her sex.

Christy stood beneath the dead woman's crotch. She put the tip of the spade on the corpse's abdomen, immediately underneath the sternum. She gripped the handle of the heavy tool in both hands and lifted it up. With all her might she brought it down on the soft belly right underneath the dead woman's ribcage. The blade of the shovel sunk easily into the cold flesh and Christy felt violent vibrations as the spade hit bone (spine?) or possibly the cement of the basement floor.

She pulled the spade from the wound. The wound remained wide open. She could see the grayness of internal organs; there was no blood or any kind of fluid to speak of. Christy walked around to the head of the corpse and stood with each foot on either side of the gaping hole of the skull. She put the tip of the spade this time on the lower abdomen, below the navel, slightly above the pubic bone and her little bush of blonde pubic hair. The tip was directly between the protruding hip bones. Again she gripped the spade tightly and lifted it high. She brought it down with incredible force, and this time she knew she had severed the spine and hit cement floor.

Christy used the spade to finish cutting through the corpse at both sections. She brought it down on her hips, finishing the cut through the lower abdominal section. Then she brought it down a few more times just below the ribcage. With satisfaction she stood beside the corpse. With her foot, she rolled the mid-section of the abdominal part of the corpse out from where it laid. The piece of the torso easily rolled out sideways from the corpse, the internal organs and intestines remaining inside the soft but firm cold dead abdomen of the once beautiful dead blonde.

Christy walked around to the other side and surveyed the section of the corpse she had just removed. She saw the intestines from the lower cut and how they snaked and curled around each other. She touched one of the tightly packed curls. Gray and cold. Then she looked at the upper cut and saw the stomach. She touched it and for some reason realized that the dead woman hadn't eaten or had anything to drink for over twenty four hours before they killed her. Then she thought of stuffed Cannelloni, the Italian pasta dish with long round noodle tubes stuffed with meat and sauce, and how this dead woman's belly reminded her of that.

Christy stood back up and with a girlish grin on her face; she jumped up and stomped on the soft belly of the removed abdominal section. Intestines and organs squished out either end of the tube of flesh. The belly flattened and laid on the cold cement floor.

At the sound of Christy's giggling, Tristy woke from her restful sleep and saw what she had done to the dead woman. "Christy! I love what you've done with her! She looks so much more sexy now." She looked down at what remained of the corpse and saw a space of about sixteen inches between the ribcage and the hips. The hips had only one leg attached to them, clad in black sheer stocking, minus the foot.

"Hungry?" Christy asked Tristy.

"I am starving, Sis."

Christy got down on her knees in front of the gaping hole below the dead woman's ribcage. She sunk her arm into the huge wound right up to her elbow and began feeling around in the sticky mess of the chest cavity. When she got a grip on the cold heart, she pulled on it to loosen it. Then she used the hunting knife to cut the large arteries and freed the organ from the corpse. "Lets have heart stir-fry tonight. My treat Tristy!"

Both girls laughed and went upstairs to have dinner. When they came back downstairs a few hours later, they pulled out a large red plastic bin marked "City Garbage Collection: Human Remains Only!". They picked up all the little scraps of girl meat laying around the basement floor and dumped them in the bin. They carried it outside to the curb. As they set the bin down at the curb, they saw Mr. Quick next door carrying out an identical red bin in front of his house.

"Hello Mr. Quick! I see you had some fun today too!"

Mr. Quick was a married man of about 45 years old. His wife was very sexy for her age, and both Christy and Tristy had slept with her occasionally, although they weren't sure if Mr. Quick knew about his wife's lesbian encounters.

"Yeah. A lot of fun today." As he dropped the bin on the ground, the girls looked in the bin and found a young girl about fifteen years old. She'd been dismembered. Her arms and legs laid alongside her torso. They saw that the girl was not yet dead, and she blinked as she hyperventilated. The poor teen's mind was obviously gone with the pain and horror of what had been done to her.

Mr. Quick started walking back toward his house when he continued talking. "Goddamn it. I told her I'd kill her if she got pregnant before her sweet-sixteen." That's when both sisters recognized the dying girl in the red garbage bin as Mr. Quick's teen daughter Michelle.

Christy smiled at Tristy and said, "Lets stay here and watch her till she dies, okay?"

"Cool!"

THE END.



An epitaph for the dead blonde in this story:

Christy and Tristy really never saw the dead woman in this story as a living person. They only really saw the skin, muscle, bones, blood and brains of a human body. A sex toy.

What this woman did in life, the fact that she spent close to a quarter of a century building memories, making friends, and working to make a good living meant nothing to the Blood Sisters. The only thing that meant anything to them was that she would die. And that she would make them cum.

The pieces of her corpse laid amongst a large pile of other pieces of other corpses. Baking in the mid afternoon sun, the pungent aroma of rotting flesh was dangerously toxic to anyone not wearing a gas mask.

This was her final resting place.

What once was a beautiful statuesque blonde now laid in many pieces in a large pile of other corpses, all having suffered similar fates. She was more than dead. She had been destroyed.