Minx & Me

They call her a serial killer, but I helped Minx record the girls she made cum in her strange way; it's her fetish and when she starts, it becomes their fetish as well.

By recording those seven girls I helped get myself ready for my turn to share Minx's fetish before she moved on. All the girls were grateful when they started to cum when Minx shares her fetish with them.

The first girl I recorded was Minx's last helper. A brunette girl named Marianne who knew what she was in for because she had witnessed it many times like I was destined to witness it. She'd come with Minx from Los Angeles when the police drew close and now in Chicago they recruited me.

Marianne explained it to me before we started; "It looks brutal and terrible, but once Minx gets her hand inside and plays, it's the most intense orgasm you'll ever feel." then she smiled, "You'll see. Once you've witnessed it over and over, you'll lay back and give yourself to her while her next girl records you."

And she was right. I quickly got past the brutal and terrible foreplay and witnessed the orgasms Minx gave those girls who came willingly to her and knew this was the best way to end a girl's life. Some came to Minx because they'd seen the news reports wanted to experience it themselves.

They wanted Minx to make love to them that way.

Many of the girls who were drawn to Minx didn't want to live anymore. Some girls so deep into S&M they wanted the ultimate experience of pain and pleasure. And a few girls who had never cum before and wanted just one orgasm before they died.

That orgasm was the last thing they would feel.

They died happy and satisfied and I recorded all seven of them; their faces twisting in pleasure/pain as Minx played inside them with her talented fingers.

Each night Minx and I were alone, we would watch all her recordings as we played with each other and celebrated the girls' intense orgasms with orgasms of our own.

Pale orgasms compared to what twisted the girls' bodies on the firm bed, but orgasms none-the-less.

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I was drawn to Minx because I was suicidal, and in a way all the girls must be. Last week I told Minx I was ready for my turn because the crushing sadness was on me again. She took my face in her hands and kissed me long and sweetly.

"You're sure."

"Yes."

"Once it starts ..."

"I know. I want that."

We travelled to Boston where Minx recruited my replacement. Her name is Christie and we knew her from a lesbian BDSM club we visited there.

Christie is more skilled with the camera than I am. I've seen her videos of girls into S&M and she makes it look beautiful.

And it is beautiful. She captures the desire and ecstasy of girls who surrender themselves to their Tops and her recordings look like art.

I want my recording to be art; my own experience with this fetish delivered by my Minx.

Now I am on a firm hotel room bed that I rented back in Chicago; the kind Minx likes. I'm still wearing my yellow halter, naked from the waist down. Minx loves bellies, so as she plays with my clit and fingers me slowly to rev me up, I push my belly outward, making it bulge deliciously.

My hungry belly; my belly that is my gift to her before she carries on with Christine in Boston. I want to feel what she gave those seven girls of mine; want to feel the gift she gives back for that total surrender.

We watch my girls, the three of us. Watch their sweet torment and orgasms, watch Minx's hand buried deep inside them making them squirm and cum and cum and cum until they can't.

I want it so badly now, even knowing how final this is; knowing the orgasm she will give me will be my last and I will find my end in bliss.

I'm so aroused, like I'm in a sexual dream, my g-spot already pulsing with each beat of my heart, my skin shiny with sweat, my cunt fluid and dripping.

"I'm ready." I say as I hover on the edge of orgasm.

"Sweet girl." she whispers as her fingers slurp out of my oily cunt. I hear the light sound of surgical steel as she lifts her blade from the tray and feel the electric slide deep into my belly button. She only uses a blade once, pushing it deep into each girl's uterus when she's done, leaving it as a trophy of an ecstasy few will ever know.

I will know.

The penetration and the downward draw is electric and invasive. I feel the bands of muscles that have kept my lower belly flat all my life snapping as they separate. Cool air dances inside me as the blade makes its inexorable way toward my mound.

Minx is opening me like a fish.

I feel the blade grind against my pubic bone then withdraw and I know my lower belly is wide open for her; ready for her.

Minx's fingers sinuously and lovingly slide into this new open pocket and find my sex. Slick fingers caress my bladder and squeeze and I pee without shame. Then she strokes my uterus, making it quiver, then encircles my cunt and squeezes again, She lifts it higher up into my belly, pulling my labia and clit inside my opening. My g-spot throbs in her grip.

She lets it settle and still holding my cunt grinds her thumb against my g-spot and my orgasm begins. Throbbing pleasure expands inside the cradle of my pelvis and curls my toes. She licks my clit and her talented tongue send bolts of electric ecstasy dancing over my split belly and the pulsing pleasure deep inside. My nipples are tight and tingling, my breasts covered in shiver-bumps. They feel bigger and fuller making me feel more feminine in these final moments than ever before in my life.

This is the moment I filmed seven girls having, but this one is mine. I know watching this later, Minx and Christie will make each other cum until Christie is one day replaced and she joins me.

As I fade I feel Minx push the blade deep inside the meat of my uterus from far away. There is no pain now. No sadness. No fear. Just my love for her and what she's given me.

They call her a serial killer, but Minx was my lover.