A simple dare (finale)

All characters 18+. Please be warned this part may not be suitable for all audiences.

Please read 1-10 for context.

This final part is a bit “dialogue heavy” so sorry about that. I’ll post this story as one big part soon.

TW; knife play, botched surgical procedure, ball rupture, castration & snuff.

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Simon fell to the floor, scared and limp, his pained body unable to muster even the tiniest thread of courage to stand. Towering above him, in her casual sundress, now stained from slave blood, cum and bile, Jackie stood firm a visage of broken trust lingering on her face.

Her blonde hair dropped down her soft, delicate face, framing her porcelain, near-perfect features, the under glow of #1’s hospital bed cascading radiant light upon her. She looked like an angel Simon thought as her she stepped forward, the heel of her sharp stiletto pinning down his left testicle. He shivered with fear as she pushed down ever so softly, her weight almost fully focused through the stiletto onto his bullock.

Fresh tears exited his eyes as his caged cock cried out in pain, the bandages around his dickhead soiled with piss and blood. He gazed up at her helplessly, his asshole still aching from the forced gang gang moments before he entered the room. His already bruised and discoloured ball only darkened in colour as Jackie pressed down harder, nearly flattening his useless testicle into the cold cement floor.

Through tears he looked up at her, her angelic features still as gorgeous as ever as she dished out a torrent of unrelenting pain; even The Devil was an angel once…

“PLEASE GODDESS!” Simon screamed his nut mere millimetres away from rupture, the pressure pushing down on him felt like the weight of the world, a hydraulic piston of pain pounding his useless nut. Through all the pain a devious inner voice lingered; ‘let her.’

As if time stood still he felt the full freight of her immaculate frame force down on him, a second longer and it would burst. Suddenly she lifted her foot, releasing the pressure; his ball saved…for now.

Quickly cupping it, Simon fell back to the cold concrete with elation, his ball was saved he internally cried out, as tears and unyielding pain rippled across his body, and yet, through it all, he wished she had stomped it out. Crushed it. Mutilated it like she had got Carly to do to that other slave inside but she had let him keep it, let the ball continue to pulse in pain. But, the question remained for how long?

“Why did you come here?” Jackie asked, her back now turned to Simon as she ran a delicate hand across the cheek of #1.

“I had to see what was so special about number one. I want to be that, I want to be that for you - I love you.” Simon said with all the honesty in the world, his sore body and defiled cock and balls was proof of that, his commitment to her shinning through via his bruised and battered body.

“You can’t be number one. There is only ever one number one.” She remarked angrily, almost annoyed at the notion of having to explain herself.

Simon felt his heart loosen in his chest, as if it fell limply, the arteries and veins acting like that of a hangman’s noose. His shoulders released, his neck shrinking into himself. Like a scared child he merely uttered “oh.”

“It’s not for the reason you think.” Jackie began, her tone rather excited. “All my slaves try to reach this level, try…and fail to achieve these heights. Oh the pleasure this one has given me.” She said tapping the sterile frame of the hospital bed, the monitors beeping in time with her tapping.

“You know Amanda is my sister by now I take it?” Jackie said, prodding Simon to reply.

Simon merely nodded back, fondling his ball to check it was all still in one piece, his chastity cage all but stifling.

With a firm hand, Jackie spun around and latched onto Simon, her feminine hands and expertly manicured nails pulled tight on a messy tuff of Simon’s hair.

Ripping strands from the scalp to force him to his feet she pulled Simon up and forced him to gaze upon number one. Instinctively, having already seen him, he closed his eyes tightly.

Suddenly a hard smack came across his face, a visceral punch by Jackie catching him off guard. With another she caused him to wobble. With her other hand she grabbed hard onto the tips of his eyelids and forced them open.

There, inside the hospital bed, lay a man who looked all too young, he was no older than 18. Simon studied what features he could make out, he had lived little but he had suffered long.

Simon stared with balling eyes as he saw the eyes of the young man staring back at him, eyelids removed, mouth held open by a spreader, his teeth all missing - forcefully removed.

He had no hands nor fingers, no toes nor feet. Patches of skin had been removed from his naked body and were either left to fester and infect or were haphazardly stitched up. Tubes ran into his gaping maw while others swam into his arms, legs & stomach. The subject’s breathing was shallow yet he gasped for air, his stomach covered with scars and littered with burn marks.

Simon had seen much since he met Jackie, he had seen and felt pains beyond what he thought was possible but this crossed the rubicon of kink into the blackened heart of potential torture. The young man merely grunted and groaned as Jackie lightly caressed his face, he tried to sink into the bed, but could not pull away.

He was the final form of a slave, he was more used up than a stick of chewed gum. Simon pulled his frightful gaze from the man and eyed Jackie who stroked his cheek once more not out of care but obligation.

Her bright eyes studied the man in the medical bed, it was clear he failed to excite her, to ignite her inner fire. Like used gum, he too had become tasteless; a bland sexual morsel that no longer could satiate Jackie’s untamed desire.

Jackie released her grip on Simon, pushing him back toward the floor. Like a good slave he grovelled, terrified to meet her gaze.

“Do you want to know who he is?” Jackie beckoned teasingly, playing gingerly with a curly strand of her blonde hair.

“Please tell me Goddess.” Simon asked, his curiously getting the better of him.

She knelt down, squatting in front of Simon, her high heels still raising her high off the ground, the position causing her sundress to ride up, exposing her panty-less pussy. Simon peeked up slyly, catching a passing glimpse as her legs closed forcefully together, his eyes now finding hers. With a devilish laugh she whispered;

“That’s Amanda’s son.”

***

Simon couldn’t believe his ears. Instinctively, as if out of pure instinct he shot up and recoiled toward the corner of the white room, his back firmly pressed up against it.

He had too many questions, too many thoughts that flashed through his mind and seared themselves into his psyche. Images of terror, visages of torture filled his mind. He longed to know all but could only muster a pitiful;

“Why?”

Jackie chuckled, standing upright now. As she paced from left to right, her hungry eyes never leaving his. She bagan to speak, her casual inflection only adding to the horror;

“I COULD tell you it was because she was my mothers favourite daughter. I COULD tell you it was because she slept with my husband. I COULD tell you it was because I had a stillbirth and she was graced with a living child.

All reasons; whether they’re real though is not important.” She said still pacing, stepping closer now only inches in front of Simon.

“What is important is what I discovered. There are so many kinks to enjoy. So many pains as a sadist that I’ve inflicted. Yet over time they get dull.” She paused momentarily, taking devious joy in running a sharp manicured fingernail across Simon’s pasty cheek that cut him ever so slightly, drawing only a single drop of blood.

“But surgical fetishism and extreme body modification are some of the very best. When a slave gives themselves over so utterly, so willingly, it’s almost orgasmic.” She said kissing her hands indicating a delicacy.

“But you know what’s better?” She said rhetorically.

“When they don’t come willingly.” She answered, a horrifically sadistic grin sprawled across her face.

“Take Aaron here. Amanda’s pride and joy. She took so much satisfaction in copying every little thing I did. Taking everything I loved. Co-opting my very personality, diluting what makes me, me!” Jackie said bitterly, spitting on Simon, her anger growing by the second.

“So I took her son, an adventurous boy who had confided in me that he was a sub, and he longed to be a slave, a no limits slave. So I granted his wish although I think he may have only liked it in theory…too late now though. Now that’s all he is. But the best part? Amanda has no idea. She thinks her son up and left her. Poof! Up in smoke.

She came to talk to me once he ‘disappeared’. Naturally I helped her look…in all the wrong places. There was a police search, flyers, calls, you name it we did it. But they never found him….because they didn’t know where to look.

I found that, although I could do whatever I wanted to Aaron, the most enjoyable, most erotic part was the discovery of a new kind of sadism; Emotional sadism. At every chance I got, I reminded Amanda of her son’s disappearance, kept her in a constant state of worry for news about him. Was he alive or was he dead? She didn’t know, she was a wreck, and I didn’t lay a finger on her; and that got me the fuck off.” She said with a depraved glee, grabbing the underside of Simon’s jaw.

“He is so beyond recognition that, even if she did come in and find him, she wouldn’t recognise her own son. Ugh fuck!” Jackie screeched, throwing up her sundress, with her other hand she rubbed her engorged clit, the mental stimulation of her actions already having done 90% of the work.

With a quick and emphatic rub she felt a world-shattering orgasm wash over her, her cunt spraying sticky squirt all over a woefully unprepared Simon.

The torrent just kept coming, the fluid landing in his eyes and opened mouth. With a lap of his tongue he licked up what tasty droplets he could before the remainder dripped steadily off his face.

She lowered her dress again, and although stood on shaky legs she regained her composure. With a delicate hand she grabbed Simon by the scruff of his neck and raised him high, walking the cum covered slave toward the hospital bed. Shaking with fear she pushed the floundering Simon against the side of the bed.

“But even that kink I grow tired of. So now, I am about to embark on a new kink discovery.” She said, wrapping a soft hand around Simon’s clammy hand; “with you.”

Unable to resist he blushed, a smile tore across his face, he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t hide his adoration of his Goddess.

“Will you help me?” She asked longingly, almost sexily begging.

Simon merely nodded. Jackie turned from viewing the hospital bed to face Simon once more. He placed both hands on each side of his sore, swollen cheeks and placed a passionate kiss on his lips. I

f it wasn’t for her holding him by the head his legs would’ve given out. As if entranced she kissed him again, deepening his dreamlike wonder.

After the third deep and sensual kiss she reached under the hospital bed for a few things, using her other free hand to gently caress his swollen, bruised black balls. Every tender caress was a lighting bolt of pain against his testicles.

The way her hand fondled them and traced the cage he felt his dick leak prematurely, a sticky wad darkened the already soiled bandages and began to drip through.

“Oh goodness, where are my manners?” Jackie said quickly pulling the keychain from around her neck and inserting it into the cage.

With one fell swoop she unclasped the lock, the bandages falling to the floor below, revealing a shrivelled useless member, with a gaping dickhole and incredibly terrible stitches running the length of the head, tracing the line where his foreskin would be. They stitches leaked with blood, faint droplets fell against the white cement.

Simon tried to focus his mind as Jackie pulled out all manner of tools and placed them on a movable tray beside the bed. Focusing all his might he beckoned for his dick to harden, to raise, to twitch. Yet all it did was sit there lifeless, a bleeding little nub.

“No better than a pussy on her period.” Jackie said with a snort as she reviewed her instruments of pain.

Unable to sway her opinion on his bleeding little pecker, Simon waddled up cautiously beside Jackie and quietly muttered.

“What can I do Goddess?” He said like a dog eagerly awaiting a walk.

Jackie giggled, raising a scalpel from the tray;

“You can watch.”

***

Simon stood firm, trying to keep his consciousness alive, fearful of passing out, the dread of being on the opposite side of the knife paralysed him, keeping him perfectly still.

Slowly he watched as Jackie took both long and stretchy balls of the man inside the hospital bed. With no anaesthesia or items to reduce the pain she made a fast and efficient incision vertically down the subject’s left ball sack, another slice found its mark down the length of his right testicle, the grin of pleasure near leaving her face.

“Mhmmm. MMM! mhmmhmm!” Aaron grunted and groaned.

“Why isn’t he screaming?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“I cut out his tongue, I didn’t want him swallowing it in between play sessions.” Jackie answered matter-of-factly.

Simon bit back a bout of vomit as he watched Jackie fondle and pull the innards of the sack free from their protective layer, the delicate bollocks themselves now fully vulnerable.

Reaching back now toward the table, she placed the scalpel down and picked up a large meat tenderising mallet, the steel crushing pattern instantly recognisable.

With a sexually charged voice Jackie asked Simon curiously; “How do you like your eggs?” The mallet and her stare directly squarely at him.

“I uh…uh Poached?” He replied fearful beyond compare.

“Funny.” She said clicking her tongue. “I prefer mind scrambled.” She said whipping around from Simon to face Aaron. With a swing of finality she brought the heavy steel mallet down atop the exposed left testicle.

It stood no chance; it was eviscerated beyond recognition, a grumble groan that, even without a tongue sounded all too much like a plea for death; an outcry of torment. Wasting now time she followed suit and brought the mallet down atop the other, her swing cruising it but failing to fully destroy it like the first.

With an almost haphazard flick of the wrist she slammed the mallet down once more, the secondary hit pummelling it into oblivion. The machines roared to life, pumping numerous drugs and lifesaving chemicals deep into Aaron’s shaking and contorting body.

All the while Jackie smiled, the stench of blood and nut gore hung in the air, the medical bed sheets stained a deep reddish orange.

Simon stood back and threw up, hurling heavily on the ground. His vomit the same colour as the bullock innards. Feeling a hard and harsh smack across his face he looked up to see an angry Jackie staring at him;

“I told you to WATCH! Stop making a mess on my floor.” Jackie said panting hard, her sexual deviancy in full effect.

Simon nodded back and forced his eyes back toward Aaron, the eyelid-less man stared at him, euthanasia on his mind.

Jackie jittered and jolted with glee, replacing the mallet for the scalpel yet again she took no time to flick the straps of her sundress from her shoulders allowing it to fall limply to the floor.

Her tight, athletically toned body stood rippling, her hand fluttering on she puffy aching clit as she lightly traced the sharp scalpel around the base of Aaron’s cock, the blade cutting open his pubic mound.

Simon stood firm, and did as he was told. His eyes widened as he saw Jackie slice the base of Aaron’s shaft, a castration attempt; yet the sharp blade was not thick enough to cut all the way through; so like vines in the Amazon jungle she began cutting, hacking and slashing at his penis.

Incision after incision, strike after strike, the blood spewing from all the cuts, drenching the bed and formerly pure white room.

In moments it was done. His manhood was removed. She held it up triumphantly, waving it in her slave’s face as his nether regions bled like a flooding river. In a matter of minutes she had decimated his entire masculine area; his balls and cock taken likes trophies, discarded as simply as yesterday’s paper with only slightly more enthusiasm.

Giggling to herself she gingerly placed the shrivelling penis into the forced open mouth of Aaron, clapping her hands together with glee at the sight of his degradation; the precipice of humiliation had been reached and the flag of sadism was planted ever higher.

“Now the fun begins.” Jackie said adamantly, as if describing a scene from her favourite film that was about to come on.

She knelt down and dug through the myriad of things below the hospital bed. Standing up she turned to Simon. His jaw dropped, the feeling of vomiting returned with a new scorned fury. Clenched in her hand was a gun.

“He’s going to bleed to death, and that takes time. I’m happy to let nature run its course but I think we’d be missing out on a crucial moment; a one in a lifetime experience.” Jackie said, her voice ever so calm and soft, like a fairy on your shoulder.

“You’re gonna shoot him?!” Simon cried out, finding his voice for the first time since forever, his battered and broken body appearing like the picture of health next to Aaron.

Once again Jackie merely giggled; “oh no silly, I’m not going to shoot him.” She said placing the gun firmly in Simon’s hand.

“You are.”

***

“I can’t!!” Simon squealed.

“You will!” She began angrily at first before her tone calmed to an almost teaching inflection; “bleeding out is a slow, painful, agonising death sweetie. All you have to do, is place the barrel against his head and pull that small trigger there and POOF” she said as if imitating how a magical creature would disappear. “He is released.”

Simon spun around pointing the gun with a shaky hand at Jackie; “and what if I shoot you.”

“You can. He’d still bleed out though.” She replied calmly.

“But you’d be dead and I could leave and…and…” he said, trailing off.

“And do what? Go where? You belong here. With me, all the other slaves are SO boring. But you, you’re exciting. You’re up for anything. You’re my everything. You asked how to become #1 well this is it right here. Take his place….c’mon baby you know you want to.” Jackie said, her golden tongue lashing out across his very soul.

Shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm, the heavy gun rattled in Simon’s frail hand, his mind unable to rest or think rationally. He couldn’t leave her, he couldn’t save Aaron either.

The gun did seem more humane but could he do it? Could he squeeze the trigger and blow out the candle of life that burnt behind Aaron’s eyes? As he pondered the question he placed the barrel against his head.

Looking to Jackie for approval he saw her now, sat in a chair next to the bed, her legs spread apart like estranged lovers, her hand furiously rubbing her dripping clit.

“Ohh yeah pull the trigger baby. Do it. Do it for Mommy. Do it for Goddess.” She said sexily, her voice sultry and deep.

Simon forced his eyes closed, tightening his grip on the firearm, as her voice called louder and louder and louder.

“Do it baby, do it. Become my number one. My new favourite fuck toy. I’ll play with you every day, I promise. Just pull the trigger and send my nephew to Heaven.” She cried, her words breathy and heated.

His arm shook violently as his finger danced around the thin metal trigger. Her voice boomed in his ears as the gushing of blood and painful grunting underpinned every sensual word.

He had already seen too much, done too much. Had too many things happen to him to give up now. The justification almost felt too easy as Jackie’s shrill screams of ecstasy filled his ears.

Pulling the hammer back, he locked eyes with a beyond fearful and scared Aaron. Unknown days of torment had befallen him. Through the healing grace of a metal bullet he would finally be free.

With tears in his eyes, confusion in his heart and a clouded unsure mind, Jack spoke with finality as he pulled the trigger;

“Thanks for playing.”

***

The shot rang out loudly, nearly deafening Simon. He dropped the gun stop the blown out skull of Aaron, the gaping maw now replaced by a crater, his eyes droopy, bone like puzzle pieces littered the bed.

Simon fell backward toward the floor. As his ass landed against the hard white concrete he looked up to see Jackie reach a euphoric orgasm the likes of which were hitherto undreamt of. A once in a lifetime sensation; an orgasm so powerful that Simon felt elated just by viewing it. He could only begin to imagine the level of nerve damaging pleasure she had felt. Her body jived and convulsed, spraying a thick, misty spray of squirt all over the room, a faint trickle falling across the newly created corpse.

As Aaron’s soul left his body Simon watched as Jackie’s appeared to as well, if only momentarily. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her voice quaked and quivered, her body shook violently, her hair matted with sweat. Simon merely watched as the orgasm rolled on and on and on, taking several minutes before it died down.

The metaphorical sexual fireworks fizzled out as the room began to smell of death. Jackie pushed herself uneasily from her chair, her chiseled body glistening with sweat.

Perky boobs bounced, nipples erect beyond words, hard enough to cut glass as a puffy pussy greedily beckoned for more stimulation. Wearily and weakly Jackie walked over to the hospital bed and studied the site up close.

Simon slowly skulked up toward his Goddess hoping now he had proven himself beyond a shadow of a doubt. His devotion and loyalty unquestionable.

As he stood upright behind he her heard her faintly say;

“That looked SO FUN. To shoot him I mean.”

Simon took a step forward. He felt his feet wobble and falter, his gaze momentarily toward the ground. At the very same time he heard the familiar, terrifying sound of a mechanism clicking.

His eyes shot up as he saw the still warm barrel pointed between his eyes. As it pressed against his forehead he felt the metal sizzle against his pasty skin. Before he could cry out or even ask why he heard Jackie’s familiar eerie giggle followed by the final phrase;

“Let me try.”

***

Thanks for reading!

I hope this part was a nice, gory capstone to the end of the series. I wanted to write some horror based kink stuff for Halloween and, well, one thing led to another and I ended up writing through November and into December.

I know this isn’t for everyone but, if you did enjoy it, please let me know!

Thanks again for all your support.