Dark Encounters - 20 Hours Later

I've made a mistake. A terrible mistake.

I was looking forward to my year of pampering before returning for my evisceration and organ play at next year's Annual Orgy, but here I am, not twenty hours after walking Siobhan through the sunshine to her early morning gutting, lying on a bed with a belly sloshing with champagne,rolling on molly, and helpless.

I should have gone to my room and locked the door until morning.

My first mistake was to hang around for the after parties once the last girl shuddered and died at the Annual Orgy. Members always broke off into smaller groups and headed for the residential wing of the Dark Encounters mansion for sex parties, and my memories of last year's parties were good ones.

My second mistake was to drink myself stupid on the copious free champagne and getting high on molly as I slithered into tangles of bodies and fucked myself silly.

My third mistake was to hook up with Dana and Marie and their husbands who bought Siobhan so their wives could gut her. They were delighted while I bloated my belly with champagne then let men throat-fuck me deep until I regurgiatated myself empty then chugged my belly round with champagne to do it again.

"It makes you cum." Marie whispered to me.

"Yes." I admitted, "Squirmy full body orgasms as I gush."

After we'd all fucked each other I cuddled between Dana and Marie as we drank champagne right out of the bottle and their husbands sat smoking cigars and watching us. It was sweet pillow talk in a calm room as we listened to the rough sex emanating from the rooms down the hall. We could smell the sweat, piss, and vomit that wafted through the hallways.

"Siobhan was something, wasn't she?" Marie says.

"Best girl I've ever seen." I slur, "Took it like a trooper."

"She came hard from the organ play." Dana says, "Is that normal?"

I laugh, "Nothing is normal here." I say, "But yeah, she came more than most. It was you two hitting all her good spots inside her belly."

"What are the best spots?" Dana asks.

"The uterus, the vagina, especially the g-spot. But stroking her large colon sent her round the bend."

"We can thank Serge for that." Dana smiles, offering me the bottle again, "You're doing it next year?"

"Yup." I say after gulping more champagne, "Midline." I say as I traced a line from my shaved mound to my sternum.

"And organ play?" Dana asks.

"Hell yeah. It's the best part" I laugh again - and I could laugh being it was so far away, "I'm doing a group thing. Lots of hands."

"That's different." Marie says.

"How could we have made it better for Siobhan?" Dana asks, then sucks my right nipple.

"Well … I wondered why you didn't play with her stomach." I say.

"Her stomach." Dana asks, cupping my mound and squeezing some horny back into it, "You'd like that."

"Yeah, I would. Tickle it. Squeeze it. Make her sick up as she came." I answer.

"You've seen that?" Marie asks.

"Yeah, oh yeah." I murmur as I feel the champagne and molly flowing through me, "It overwhelms them … convulsions … squirming … they cum as they gush …"

"Do you think you'll cum that way?" Dana asks as she massaged my mound, heightening my arousal.

"… yeah … yeah … it's … intense … love the convulsions …" I whisper, laying back and enjoying the body rush and the sweet mental confusion, "… all the girls … squirming and cumming … it's overwhelming … overwhelming …"

"You want that." Marie says, "Next year."

"… yessss … oh yes …" I whisper and close my eyes, "… hands that deep … oh god …"

"But all those strangers." Dana whispers, "Wouldn't it be better with someone you know, someone you're intimate with? Someone who loves you?"

"And a nice lap cut like Siobhan instead of ruining that long belly?" Marie adds as she nibbles my earlobe.

I look up at my reflection in the canopy bed mirror as these two women make love to me again. I don't look good in the grey morning light; I've been awake for forty hours, high for most of it. My skin pasty and pale, my body bruised from rough handling in the last few hours. I have dark smudges under my eyes.

I know they are seducing me but the images they are conjuring in my head were making me quiver. And I imagine what they were saying, submitting myself next year.

Next year. I hope they want me next year, to feel familiar hands inside my open belly.

"… yes …"

"And feeling hands sliding up deep inside your belly, playing with your stomach, pulling things out of you, and a special one squeezing your cunt." Dana says, covering my mouth with hers.

"… yes …" my voice is breathy and needy and muffled by her mouth. I feel hands on my ankles, holding me down and I didn't resist as Dana kisses her way down my body. The molly rush is peaking, the room tilts backward and blurs from the champagne. My body relaxes and I let the good feelings flow through me. I wonder if they've overdosed me and discovered I didn't care; this all feels too good.

"Why wait, sweet girl? Why wait?" Marie whispers in my ear as she takes hold of my left wrist.

I'm drifting into a deep nod, letting them hold me down, feeling little tingling pinches across my bikini line. I lift my head and open my eyes, looking down as my eyes blur in and out of focus. One of the husbands is injecting little squirts from a syringe across my lower belly, numbing the skin and muscle across my bikini line.

I know what he is doing and why, but the molly holds me in its seductive grip so I close my eyes and let my head flop back on the pillow, feeling the silk bedding against my skin as I squirm.

"… oh god …" I moan.

Traditionally, the after-parties in the residential wing aren't supervised. Annual membership in Dark Encounters cost an enormous amount of money and affords members no end of freedom.

Any female knew that just coming to the residential wing put her in danger of her own lusts after watching so many girls die sexually. These orgies sometimes became frantic affairs after members witnessed so many post-pampering girls snuffed in perverse sexual ways and the thirst for more is always high.

So many members' girls and wives want to feel the deed themselves and come willingly, craving what they've witnessed during the Annual Orgy.

The directors believed that selling 'hands-on' girls like Siobhan would satiate some of these dark desires, to allow members to participate in meting out sexual death themselves. But for Dana and Marie and their husbands it only made them want more.

God help me; part of me wants it too. I want my year of pampering, knowing my future gutting will be on my mind every single day.

"Shhhh." Marie soothes me, her mouth close to my ear, "Get ready, baby girl."

"… no …" I whimper. It not as though I don't want this; I just wanted my year of pampering first. To return next year happy and plump, ready to be opened and played with, dying in ecstasy in front of dozens of strangers. I would willingly give myself to these people next years after seeing how well they handled Siobhan, but here I am; molly, champagne, and arousal leaving me helpless.

I lift my head and the room spins as I focus on Dana between my open thighs, tracing my lower belly with the tip of same knife she gutted Siobhan with.

I am surrounded; Dana ready to begin, her husband on my right, Marie's on my left, and Marie holding my left hand, the molly and champagne inside me holding me captive in its sensual trap.

Our room is quiet, solemn almost, the two couples almost reverent as they hold me down. The hallway door is open and I can hear the sounds from other rooms filtering in; voices in ecstasy, girls crying out, people cumming as the play in the wing becomes intense and fevered.

I wonder if I am the only girl who will be snuffed this morning. The thought sends shiver-bumps up my back and over my scalp. This is different than the Annual Orgy; Siobhan was surrounded by other girls being snuffed. Here, I'm alone.

"… please …" I whisper as I feel the husband's hands grip my legs above the knee firmer, pinning them to the bed, spreading my thighs wider. Marie squeezes my hand. Dana laughs softly and presses the tip deeper, dimpling my belly as she moves it from the numbed parts of it to the areas that still have feeling.

I pull against their hands, trying feebly to free myself to stagger out of the room, but they grip harder.

"… please stop …" my voice is as weak as my will.

"Shhhh." Marie soothes me, "Just let it happen."

I watch the knife tracing until Dana brings it to the top of my bikini line just inside the right wing of my pelvic bone and presses firmly. I see the skin and fat resist as it dimples deep, building pressure inside. Then the tip pops through and my belly rises back up swallowing the tip of the knife as it sinks inside, pushing down on my oblique muscles. I let my head flop back on the pillow; this is happening and unlike Siobhan, I don't want to watch.

At first there is only pulses of pressure as Dana lifts and presses the blade into me, sawing across my bikini line, cutting through numbed skin, fat, and muscle. But as it traverses to the centre line I feel the coldness of the blade pushing my bowels out of the way.

This is happening.

Oh god, this is happening.

I struggle in their hands and begin to weep as the fear of dying rises up fast in me, challenging my high. I can hear the squishy sound of the blade opening me, and it sounds like horror. I am being cut just like Siobhan and after I am open I know hands will slither amongst my bowels and reach up deep in my core; the two couples wanting to see what happens when they play with my stomach. I pull against their restraining hands harder, but it's no use - they are stronger than me.

"Please don't kill me." I sob as the sawing blade passes the centre line and begins the upward curve toward the left wing of my pelvic bone. Loops of intestine are already pushing up through the slit; I can feel them slithering up out of my wound; I can feel my oblique muscles being disconnected one by one and my belly yawning open.

"Shhhh." Marie soothes in my ear, but how can I shush? They are killing me for their own impatient gratification, robbing me of my year of pampering. In one year I would have gone to them willingly, baring my belly in a gallery room having prepared myself for it, but like so many of the filthy rich they want what they want, and they want it now.

I can't stop sobbing as I feel the last of my oblique muscles disconnect and my lower belly slumps open like a cheap purse and feeling that I try to speak, but instead I babble incoherently.

"... please don't kill me ... please, oh please, oh ple-e-e-e-se .."

I sound weak and helpless which is exactly what I am - I am at their mercy now. I'm open.

Dana sets the knife down and runs her fingers inside the margins of my wound, running her fingers over my bowels, making them squirm in my belly like living eels. Marie shushes me once again.

"Oh fuck you!" I cry out as I arch my head back, a vain attempt to avoid seeing what is coming next. But I know it's coming; it's inexorable now.

I feel all the fight leave my body like a release of tension, and feel their hands relax in response. All but Marie, she continues to hold my hand tightly and there is part of me that is grateful for that.

There is no point in resisting now; I am on my way and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

Why did I come here? Why-oh-why-oh-why? Even if by some miracle someone came to rescue me, I know the damage to my belly is such that I couldn't be saved. But I don't want to die scared, I want to be so overwhelmed I forget I am dying.

I feel Dana reach inside with one hand and caress my uterus and vagina while easing the other hand upward, sliding under my belly button, stroking and playing.

The bitch is teasing me, exploring gently to drive me insane, but I know her final goal and suddenly want it as badly as she wants to do it.

"Just do it! Just do it already, please!" I cry out as my body begins to quiver.

Marie's husband lets go of my ankle and reaches into the puddle of my intestines, gently easing my large intestine up out of me; my descending colon then transverse then ascending - I feel and hear the suction as my belly is partially hollowed. I feel each lobe plopping out of my belly as he eases it up, then feel the entire length squirming in his hands as he strokes it like you'd stroke a flaccid cock to harden it, the natural peristalsis kicking in.

I'm so aware of the heavy weight of my champagne bloated stomach, the sloshing and sweet bloat.

When part of my transverse colon touches down on the bedspread I can feel the smooth texture through its delicate tissues, but it is him stroking and palpating my descending colon that makes me quiver and shake. I know what he is doing; he is making more room for Dana to explore as he watches my physical reaction.

I am still sobbing, but my body is now releasing natural endorphins that kick the feelings the molly is still giving me into high gear.

The sensations are overwhelming, hands exploring virgin parts of my insides, my bowels being palpated and stroked. I am losing myself, becoming what they want me to be; a writhing, shuddering body enduring evisceration and organ play and their goal is to send me from this life in orgasmic convulsions.

While Marie's husband plays, Dana slides her hand up deep into my core, reaching for my stomach. It feels like a perversion of the first time a cock slid into my body when I was a teen; long and unrelenting, pushing deeper than I ever thought possible, and like then I begin to shudder and gasp, my entire core quivering and convulsing.

Oh sweet jeezus, it is overwhelming to be penetrated so deeply, to feel her hand, wrist, and forearm pushing through my intestines as she slides crazy deep inside my core. I feel the pressure building under my stomach and a quivering excitement inside it, the champagne sloshing.

"Oh! It's fucking in there." I slur wetly, my mouth watering, knowing I'm going to start sicking up as soon as she touches it. I feel overheated and delirious, a raging arousal building in my crotch. My nipples puckering hard and tingling.

I feel my pussy gush, my anus gape open, and my bladder release as I lose myself in the impossible sensations inside my belly, and as her hand slides under the heavy, champagne bloated sac of my stomach and lift it, I start to cum, gag, and heave as she grinds my g-spot with the thumb of her other hand.

I'm sink deep into rolling orgasms.

It is terrifying and glorious; my entire core alive and trembling. And when Dana begins to palpate my stomach as she fucks my belly with her arm, I feel the champagne rising up my gullet. I lose control as I begin to heave and sick-up and my insides convulse from my anus through my core and up my gullet like a cumming cock.

My entire belly is violently alive, quivering around the solidness of her arm impaling me completely, her hand working my stomach and Marie's husband masturbating my colon. My penetration is so deep it feels like Dana's hand will break through and slide up my gullet at any moment.

I have seen a few girls lose control of themselves this way, lose who they are, lose all inhibitions, and lose their souls through impalement or gutting, but I never imagined the sexual storm raging inside them that I'm feeling now.

I arch my back as the feelings intensify, shaking and heaving up champagne that splashes down on my face and the bed. Each time I think I've reached the peak of sensation it gets stronger, the rapid fire paroxysms in my belly and throat becoming desperate and more out of control.

I can feel my heart pounding in a chaotic and arrhythmic series of spastic pulses as orgasms burst in my belly with heave after violent heave, and I wonder how long it can keep going. Marie's husband is joined by Dana's, and together they stroke and palpate my large colon, massaging its contents upward, emptying it back into my small colon to prevent me from shitting myself. I felt the pressure there and hope this ends before I start to vomit half-digested food and shit.

Dana is palpating my stomach in earnest now, fucking my core with her arm in time with mashing her thumb down on my g-spot, sending wave after wave of seizure-like orgasms through me.

I feel her pulling and pushing my stomach, stretching my gullet then pushing champagne up through it and out my mouth.

Oh god, how much more can I take? I want it to end but I want it to go on forever because this is the last thing I will ever feel.

Suddenly Dana mashes her thumb down hard on my swollen g-spot and grips my stomach tight, squeezing the remaining champagne, bile, and foamy spit up my throat and out my mouth and I cum harder than I've ever cum before.

God help me, I feel a wash of gratitude glowing deep in my terrible ecstasy.

I am fading now, barely aware of the pinch in my throat, but I do feel the sudden and wonderful warm rush flood my body. Marie has given me a shot of heroin and I know it's an overdose just like the one I gave Siobhan at the end.

"Shhh." she soothes me, her lips almost touching my ear. This time I surrender myself to her and feel the world start to fade around me. I feel my body begin to sag, my trembling muscles calming flaccid.

This is good. This is good.

Dana and the husbands keep going as the heroin draws me gently into a comforting euphoria, the loving Marie my only companion.

I am sinking away from my body and its violent reactions until the last thing I can feel is Marie's hand squeezing mine, and in the end even that fades away to stillness and peace.

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My ruined body will be left as it is on the bloodied bed for the clean-up crew to collect and incinerate. My name will be removed from next year's Annual Orgy roster, and a replacement girl willing to be gutted will be found and given a year of pampering that I never had the opportunity to enjoy.

Such a lucky girl she will be.