«Time to open up to the world, darling!» [snuff F/F] [disemboweling] [COMPLETE STORY!]

[Zephirantes]

«Time to open up to the world, darling!»
[snuff F/F][disemboweling]​

The bright, sterile lobby of Dispatch Center 4 buzzes faintly with the hum of hidden machinery. Its pristine white walls reflect the fluorescent lights, creating an eerie sense of calm. Meg Summers stands in the center, flanked by her two best friends, Karen and Jo, her slim frame trembling as she clutches a piece of paper. Her cropped tank top rides up slightly, exposing the flat, bronzed skin of her sculpted belly, which Karen eyes mischievously.

"What does that slip say, dear?" Karen teases, nudging Meg's arm.

Meg fumbles with the paper, her voice a tremble. "I’m so scared, I have to…"

"…Have your entrails removed, Meg," Jo finishes, her tone so casually cruel it stings.

Meg shoots her a wide-eyed glare. "You don’t have to say it like that!"

Karen smirks, crossing her arms and tilting her head mockingly. "Why not? It’s the truth. Besides, it’s gonna be painful, yeah, but also… I dunno… sexy, perhaps?"

Jo grins, pointing at Meg’s taut midsection. "Yeah, you’ll feel this tight tummy of yours opening. It’s a lot to think about."

Meg pulls her tank top down instinctively, her voice cracking as she mutters, "I don’t wanna die."

Karen sighs, placing a hand on Meg’s shoulder. "I know, babe, but still… you’ll feel the mechanical arms intrude into your abdomen, and… in a way, it’s so…"

"…So feminine, Meg," Jo interjects, her grin widening. "Maybe it’s worth dying to feel these forbidden feelings in your belly once."

The receptionist, a bubbly woman with a bright smile and hair in a tight ponytail, greets them warmly as they approach the desk. "Welcome to Dispatch Center 4! Are you here for a processing or to… witness one?"

Karen steps forward eagerly, jerking a thumb toward Meg. "She’s the lucky girl!" she announces with a grin. "And we’re her cheerleaders!"

Jo leans in closer, her voice mischievous. "We’re gonna see her guts spill out." She points at Meg’s exposed belly, and Meg swats at her hand, her cheeks flushing with humiliation.

"Jo!" Meg hisses. "This isn’t funny."

"Oh, come on, Meg," Karen says, chuckling. "You’ve got the nicest tummy I’ve ever seen. It’s gonna make one hell of a show."

The receptionist giggles, tapping on her terminal. "You’ve got some great friends, Miss…?"

"Meg Summers," she murmurs, her voice barely audible.

"Meg," the receptionist repeats with an encouraging smile. "Well, don’t worry, Meg. Executioner Wanda is the best in the business. She’ll make sure everything goes… smoothly."

Jo nudges Meg’s shoulder, whispering loudly. "Hear that? Your disemboweling’s in good hands. No crooked lines for you!"

Karen wraps an arm around Meg’s shoulders. "Yeah, Meggie, your bowels are gonna spill out so clean and neat, they’ll probably frame it as a work of art!"

Meg groans, hiding her face in her hands. "Why did I ask you two to come with me?"

The receptionist hands Meg a clipboard. "Just a couple of signatures, and you’ll be all set for your disemboweling! Wanda will take it from there. Room 3A, down the hall to your left."

Meg’s fingers tremble as she signs her name, her heart racing. Karen grabs her hand, tugging her toward the hallway. "Let’s go, Meggie! Can’t keep Wanda waiting!"

Room 3A is as pristine as the lobby, a faint hum of machinery filling the air. A tall woman in a crisp uniform stands by the sleek machine at the room’s center. Her platinum blonde hair is tied in a neat ponytail, her piercing blue eyes assessing Meg with an unnervingly calm expression.

"Ah, you must be Meg!" Wanda says warmly, extending her hand. "I’m Wanda, your executioner today. I promise you’re in excellent hands."

Meg’s voice is barely a whisper. "Y-yeah, I guess. Charmed, I’m sure."

Her gaze shifts to the machine. Its gleaming steel frame is sleek, its centerpiece a short, sharp blade positioned perfectly at crotch height. She takes a shaky step back, but Karen steadies her with a hand on her arm.

Karen whistles appreciatively. "Wow, Meg, that thing’s gonna split you right down the middle."

Jo crouches for a closer look, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Think of it as unzipping yourself, from pussy to sternum."

Wanda chuckles, patting the machine. "They’re not wrong. This beauty is state-of-the-art. The blade is heated just enough to cauterize the wound as it opens you up, minimizing blood loss. You’ll stay alive and conscious for quite a while as we, well… unwrap you."

Meg clutches Karen’s arm, her knees threatening to give out. "Oh God…"

Karen pats her reassuringly. "Don’t worry, Meggie. You’re a strong gal, I’m sure you can handle a lot… at least I hope so…"

Jo stands, pointing at the blade. "So, Wanda, does the blade cut through everything? Even her clit?"

Wanda nods. "Oh, absolutely. It’s all in the pathway. We can’t skip over the details, can we?"

Jo claps her hands together excitedly. "Meg, your clit’s getting bisected. How do you feel about that?"

"Horrified!" Meg snaps, her voice cracking with fear and humiliation.

Wanda gestures to the machine, her voice calm and professional. "The machine’s designed to keep you standing upright, gripping you securely under your arms. You’ll be able to see everything as it happens. Isn’t that fascinating?"

Karen grins. "Oh my God, Meg, you’re gonna watch your own pussy get split and your guts spill out! That’s… kinda cool?"

"It’s horrifying!" Meg cries, tears brimming in her eyes.

Wanda places a comforting hand on Meg’s shoulder. "Hey, it’s okay to be scared. This isn’t exactly a walk in the park, I get it. But think of it this way: you’re doing your part to save resources. That’s a big deal."

Jo nods solemnly. "Yeah, Meg, you’re a hero. A gutted, eviscerated hero."

Wanda adjusts the final dials on the machine with a hum, the soft mechanical whir rising to a steady, ominous rhythm. Meg flinches at the sound, her arms instinctively crossing over her flat, bronzed belly as if shielding it could somehow change her fate. Her cropped tank top clings to her, damp with nervous sweat, and her hands tremble as she looks at her two friends for support.

Karen smirks and places her hands on Meg’s waist, giving her sides a playful squeeze. “Relax, Meggie. It’s not like you can stop what’s coming. Might as well enjoy the attention while you’ve got it!”

Jo steps in close, brushing her fingers lightly against Meg’s tense abdomen. “Yeah, you’ve got such a tight little belly. Let us appreciate it before it’s, you know... unzipped.”

Meg recoils, her voice cracking. “Stop it! This isn’t funny!”

Karen kneels down, ignoring Meg’s protests, and traces a finger lazily around her belly button. “You’re so smooth and toned, Meg. Honestly, it’s like you were made for this.”

Wanda glances over from the machine, her professional demeanor unshaken. “They’re not wrong. Your body’s perfect for the procedure. Clean lines, taut skin—it’ll be one of my finest works.”

Meg’s face pales, her chest rising and falling with shallow, panicked breaths. “Please, I don’t want this. I don’t want to die.”

Jo rolls her eyes, smoothing a hand over Meg’s trembling stomach in slow, teasing circles. “We know, Meg. But think of it this way: at least you’ll go out looking amazing. Most people would kill for abs like these.”

Karen presses her thumb into Meg’s belly button, wiggling it gently as she giggles. “Yeah, and the best part? Soon, you won’t have to worry about keeping them in shape. They’re gonna spill out, nice and neat!”

Meg groans, clutching Karen’s arm for balance as her knees threaten to buckle. “How can you be so casual about this? It’s my body that’s... that’s going to be—”

“Gutted?” Jo interrupts with a mischievous grin. “Split open? Disemboweled? We get it, Meg, but come on—it’s kinda cool, isn’t it?”

Karen tilts her head thoughtfully, her fingers still brushing over Meg’s abdomen. “It’s like a one-time performance. Your belly’s the stage, Wanda’s the director, and that machine is the lead actor. You’re gonna be a star, Meg!”

Wanda steps back from the machine and claps her hands together. “Calibration is done! The blade’s set to start at the perfect depth—just enough to split the skin and muscle while cauterizing as it moves up. No messy blood everywhere, I promise.”

Jo leans in closer to the machine, her curiosity piqued. “So it’s like... a zipper? Just pulling her open, bit by bit?”

“Exactly,” Wanda replies, her voice filled with pride. She gestures to the blade, its sharp edge gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. “It starts just below the clit, works its way up through the belly button, and finishes right below the sternum. A perfect, clean line.”

Karen leans closer to Meg’s belly, pretending to inspect it like an appraiser. “Hear that, Meggie? Your tummy’s gonna be the cleanest dissection this place has ever seen.”

Meg’s voice cracks as tears spring to her eyes. “Stop talking about it like it’s some art project! It’s my body!”

Jo pats Meg’s shoulder, her tone mockingly soothing. “We know, Meg. That’s what makes it so special. You’ve got a beautiful body, and now it’s gonna be appreciated in a whole new way.”

Meg’s lip quivers as she looks helplessly between her friends. “Do you really have to watch?”

Karen grins, squeezing her shoulder. “Of course we do! Who else is gonna cheer you on as you’re unzipped and spurt out your viscera?”

Jo pumps her fist in the air, her enthusiasm unrelenting. “Go, Meg! Lose those guts!”

Wanda claps her hands, drawing their attention. “All right, ladies, let’s get started. Meg, if you’ll undress and then step over here…”

Meg’s breath catches in her throat. She takes a hesitant step forward, her fingers trembling as they graze the hem of her tank top. The blade gleams menacingly, and she swallows hard, trying to muster some courage. Karen and Jo flank her like overly eager stage parents.

“You’ve got this, Meggie!” Karen cheers, bouncing on her heels.

“Yeah,” Jo adds with a grin, “your belly’s about to be the star of the show!”

Wanda crosses her arms, watching patiently as Meg’s hands linger on the edge of her top. “Come on, Meg. Don’t be shy. The sooner we get started, the sooner you can, well... let it all out.”

Karen stifles a laugh. “She’s shy now, but just wait until her guts are hanging out for all of us to see.”

Jo smirks, leaning closer to Meg’s ear. “You’re gonna look so beautiful, Meg. Just think of how perfect you’ll be—open, exposed, and totally unforgettable.”

Meg squeezes her eyes shut, her trembling hands finally pulling her tank top over her head. “I hate all of you,” she mutters, her voice choked with tears.

Karen steps back, taking in the sight of Meg’s bronzed, flawless body. “Hate us all you want, Meggie, but you’re gonna make a stunning corpse.”

Meg’s trembling hands fumble at the waistband of her shorts, her breath hitching as her fingers tug them down over her hips. Her bronzed thighs are revealed inch by inch, glistening slightly with a nervous sheen of sweat. Karen whistles low, leaning on Jo’s shoulder for effect.

“Look at you, Meggie! All legs and nerves. Don’t be shy—let’s see it all!”

Jo grins, her arms crossed as she nods approvingly. “Yeah, you’ve got nothing to hide, babe. You’re flawless. Well, for now.”

Meg glares at her friends, the heat in her cheeks rivaling the flush spreading over her chest. “You’re both awful. Why are you even enjoying this?” Her voice cracks, betraying the tears threatening to fall.

Karen shrugs, unbothered. “We’re just helping you lighten the mood. Someone’s gotta keep this fun, right?” She elbows Jo. “Right?”

“Absolutely!” Jo agrees, grinning ear to ear. “Besides, Meg, you’ll want to be as relaxed as possible when Wanda starts working on you. No need for tension in that cute little body.”

Meg huffs, stepping out of her shorts and standing there in just her underwear. Her slim, sculpted figure is on full display now, her stomach taut and trembling with each shaky breath. Wanda steps forward, her professional demeanor tinged with a smile.

“You’re doing great, Meg,” Wanda says warmly, her piercing blue eyes scanning Meg’s frame with a clinical sort of appreciation. “Now, let’s get the rest of this off so we can position you properly. The machine works best when there’s nothing in the way.”

Jo pipes up, smirking. “Translation: time to lose the panties, babe.”

Karen nods enthusiastically. “Oh, and the bra, too. Come on, Meggie, we’re all dying to see the full package before you… well, you know.”

Meg hesitates, her hands hovering over her underwear as tears well in her eyes. “I don’t want this. I don’t want to die.”

Wanda steps closer, her voice calm and soothing. “I know it’s scary, Meg, but you’re doing something important. And you’re going to look incredible while you do it. Just one step at a time, okay?”

Karen pats Meg’s shoulder, her grin never faltering. “Yeah, Meggie, you’re a showstopper. Let’s make it a performance to remember!”

With a shaky exhale, Meg reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. It slides off her shoulders, revealing her small, perky breasts. Karen lets out a playful cheer.

“There it is! Look at those cute little tits! Perfectly proportional to that tight little bod of yours.”

Jo laughs, winking at Meg. “Honestly, Meg, I’m starting to think it’s a crime to cover you up at all. You should’ve been walking around like this your whole life.”

Meg bites her lip, her hands trembling as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Slowly, she pushes them down, baring her shaved mound. The last shred of her modesty drops to the floor, leaving her completely naked and vulnerable. She instinctively crosses her arms over her chest, but Karen gently pulls them down.

“None of that, Meggie,” Karen chides with a grin. “We’re all friends here. Besides, Wanda needs to see every inch of you to do her job right.”

Wanda nods, gesturing toward the machine. “Exactly. Let’s get you positioned, Meg. Stand right here.”

Meg’s legs feel like jelly as Wanda guides her to the machine. The cold metal brushes against her bare skin, making her shiver. Wanda carefully adjusts her position, gripping Meg by the hips and guiding her to stand on the platform beneath the blade.

“Now, hold still for a moment,” Wanda instructs, gently pulling Meg’s arms up so the machine can secure her under the armpits. “The grips will keep you upright, and you’ll be able to see everything as it happens.”

Jo crouches down to inspect the mechanism, her eyes gleaming with fascination. “Wow, Meg, this thing’s gonna hold you so steady. You’re not gonna miss a second of the show!”

Karen leans in, tracing a finger over Meg’s trembling belly. “Yeah, Meggie, you’ll get a front-row seat to your own dissection. Isn’t that cool?”

Meg’s voice cracks as she whimpers. “No, it’s not cool! This is my body—it’s not a ‘show’!”

Wanda tightens the grips, ensuring Meg is firmly in place. “I know it’s hard to think about, Meg, but your body is beautiful. And this is the best way to… appreciate it.”

Karen nods sagely, her fingers lingering on Meg’s belly button. “She’s right, Meggie. You’re gonna look so gorgeous opened up. That tight tummy of yours is just begging to be unzipped.”

Jo snickers, patting Meg on the shoulder. “Seriously, Meg, you’re the prettiest little sacrifice I’ve ever seen. Own it!”

Meg squeezes her eyes shut, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I hate you all,” she whispers, her voice trembling with despair.

Karen gives her a playful nudge. “Oh, come on, Meggie. You’re gonna be unforgettable!”

Wanda steps back to admire her work, a satisfied smile on her face. “Perfect. You’re ready, Meg. Now, just relax and let the machine do its job.”

The blade gleams ominously, its edge a cruel promise of what’s to come. Meg’s body trembles, her breath hitching as she stares at the mechanism that will soon unzip her belly. Her friends flank her, their smiles unwavering.

“You’ve got this, Meggie!” Karen cheers, clapping her hands.

“Yeah,” Jo adds, her grin widening. “Your belly’s about to steal the show!”

The hum of the machine grows louder, filling the room with a surreal sense of anticipation.

Wanda steps back, inspecting Meg with a blend of professionalism and faint amusement. The machine hums steadily, its faint vibrations coursing through the grips holding Meg firmly under her arms. Her bronzed, sculpted belly rises and falls with each tremulous breath, the soft sheen of nervous sweat catching the light. Karen can’t help but nudge Jo, her grin widening as she gestures toward Meg.

“Look at her. She’s shaking like a leaf,” Karen teases, her voice dripping with mock pity. “Poor Meggie, you’re so scared, right?”

Meg nods slightly, her voice barely a whisper. “Yeah.”

Wanda approaches, her demeanor softening, though her clinical gaze remains sharp. “It’s okay to be scared, honey. This is a big moment for you.” She pauses, as though considering something. Then, her lips curl into a faint smile. “You know, I’ve got an idea. A dildo in your pussy will calm you down and prepare your sex to meet the blade.”

Meg’s eyes widen in shock. “What?!” Her voice cracks as she struggles against the grips holding her in place.

Jo bursts out laughing, clapping her hands. “Oh my God, Wanda, you’re brilliant. Meg, your pussy’s gonna be so ready, you won’t even feel the blade at first!”

Karen leans in, pretending to inspect the area just below Meg’s clit. “Yeah, Meggie, you want to go out on a high note, right? A little fun before the blade unzips you.”

“This isn’t fun!” Meg protests, her cheeks flushing crimson. “This is humiliating!”

Wanda shrugs, her voice calm and matter-of-fact. “Humiliating or not, it’ll help. The blade’s going to start there, after all. It’s better if everything’s… loosened up.”

Karen snickers, her fingers trailing lightly over Meg’s taut stomach. “Loosened up? God, Meggie, they’re treating your vag like it’s a warm-up act for the main event.”

Jo crouches down, pretending to align herself with the blade’s path. “Hey, I can see it now. First, the dildo goes in, then the blade follows. Your pussy’s the red carpet, Meg.”

“Stop it!” Meg’s voice trembles, tears welling in her eyes. “Why are you making jokes? This is my body—it’s going to be…”

“Split open?” Karen supplies helpfully, arching an eyebrow. “Yeah, Meg, we know. But come on, you’ve gotta admit it’s fascinating. You’ll be the first person we’ve ever seen gutted like this.”

Jo grins, her tone light but wicked. “Your insides are gonna look amazing, Meg. All neat and tidy, thanks to Wanda’s magic touch.”

 

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Wanda chuckles softly, turning toward a nearby tray where a sleek, glass dildo waits. She picks it up, inspecting it with a critical eye before glancing back at Meg. “This will do perfectly. Just relax, honey. I promise it’ll help.”

Meg thrashes slightly against the grips, her voice breaking with panic. “No! I don’t want this!”

Karen pats Meg’s shoulder, her grin never faltering. “Oh, Meggie, you say that now, but you might thank us later. Think of it as… foreplay for your finale.”

Jo rolls her eyes playfully. “You’re such a drama queen, Meg. It’s just a dildo. You’ve handled worse, right?”

Meg’s lips tremble as tears spill down her cheeks. “Why are you all like this? Why can’t anyone take this seriously?”

Karen leans in, brushing a tear from Meg’s cheek. “Oh, we’re taking it seriously, babe. We just think you should enjoy yourself a little before, you know… the slicing and dicing starts.”

Wanda approaches, the glass dildo gleaming in her hand. Her tone remains calm, almost motherly. “Here we go, Meg. Deep breaths. This will help you relax.”

Meg sobs softly, her head shaking even as she’s unable to stop Wanda from stepping closer. The executioner gently places a hand on Meg’s trembling hip, her touch firm but not cruel.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Wanda murmurs, her voice low and soothing. “Just let it happen.”

Karen and Jo exchange grins, their expressions filled with morbid fascination. Karen can’t resist making another quip. “Meggie, your pussy’s about to have its big moment. You’re gonna be unforgettable!”

Jo pumps her fist in the air, laughing. “Go, Meg! Take it like a champ!”

The machine’s hum grows louder, filling the sterile room with its steady vibration. Wanda positions the dildo carefully, her movements deliberate and precise. Meg’s body stiffens, her breath hitching as the cold glass touches her exposed entrance.

“There we go,” Wanda says softly, her voice soothing as she slowly inserts the dildo. “See? That’s not so bad, is it?”

Meg’s sobs turn into a choked whimper, her cheeks burning with humiliation. “This is so shameful,” she mutters, her voice barely audible.

Karen leans in closer, her grin wide. “It’s not shameful, Meggie. It’s preparation. You’re gonna be so ready for that blade now!”

Jo gives a mock thumbs-up. “Yeah, Meg, your twat’s stealing the show. I mean, look at it—it’s practically begging for the blade!”

Wanda steps back, her clinical smile returning as she adjusts the machine once more. “Perfect. Everything’s set. Now, Meg, just relax and focus on your breathing. The blade will start at the perfect depth and move up slowly. You’ll feel everything, but you won’t bleed out too quickly. It’s designed for maximum efficiency—and experience.”

Karen clasps her hands together, her eyes alight with excitement. “Oh my God, Meggie, this is it! Your tummy’s about to be unzipped!”

Jo grins, nudging Meg lightly. “Get ready, Meg. Your guts are gonna be the talk of the town!”

The machine’s vibrations intensify, the blade poised just below Meg’s clit. Her body trembles, every muscle tense as her fate looms closer.

Her friends flank her, their morbid enthusiasm undiminished, as the execution approaches.

Wanda’s hands hover over the machine controls, her blue eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and precision. She steps back, watching as Meg’s body stiffens under the steady hum of the machine. The glass dildo remains firmly in place, its polished surface glinting in the harsh fluorescent light. Wanda tilts her head slightly, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

“You do like it, uh?” Wanda asks, her voice teasing yet calm.

Meg shakes her head violently, her cheeks burning with humiliation. “No, I don’t! This is awful!” she protests, though her breathless tone betrays her.

Karen leans against the machine, grinning. “Uh, uh…” she mimics, her voice dripping with mockery. “Come on, Meggie, don’t lie to us. You’re such a little slut. But we love you.”

Jo laughs, leaning in to inspect Meg’s trembling body. “She’s totally loving it. Look at her, all flushed and squirmy. It’s adorable!”

“I’m not!” Meg snaps, her voice cracking as she struggles to maintain her dignity.

Wanda ignores her protests, her smile widening as she adjusts the settings on the machine. “You know what, Meg?” she says, her tone almost conversational. “I’ve decided: I’ll let you cum on the dildo first, and then… I will split you from your pussy to breastbone.”

Meg’s eyes widen in horror. “No!” she cries, her voice filled with desperation. “Please don’t!”

Karen chuckles, her fingers lightly tracing the curve of Meg’s trembling belly. “That’s up to you, Meggie. If you manage not to cum, Wanda says she’ll delay your opening. But…” she pauses, smirking, “…can you resist the urge to climax?”

Jo claps her hands, clearly entertained. “Oh, this is gonna be good. Meggie, can you hold it together? Or are you gonna blow it—literally?”

Meg bites her lip, her body tense and glistening with sweat. “I can’t… I don’t…” Her voice trails off into a whimper, her resolve clearly crumbling.

Wanda steps closer, her voice soft but firm. “You can try, honey. But the blade’s waiting. The moment you give in, it’ll start its journey.”

Karen leans closer, her voice low and teasing. “Just think about it, Meggie. The second you cum, the blade slices right through that tight little belly of yours. Doesn’t that make it… exciting?”

“No, it doesn’t!” Meg cries, tears streaming down her flushed face.

Jo grins, crossing her arms as she watches Meg’s trembling frame. “I dunno, Meg. You’re looking pretty worked up. That dildo’s doing a number on you, huh?”

Wanda places a reassuring hand on Meg’s hip, her tone almost motherly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just let your body do what it needs to. You’re going to be beautiful either way.”

Karen giggles, her fingers grazing Meg’s quivering stomach. “So beautiful, Meggie. Opened up and on display… it’s the perfect ending for you.”

Jo nods in agreement, her grin widening. “Totally. Your guts are gonna be the highlight of the day. Everyone will be talking about it.”

Meg sobs softly, her body trembling as the machine’s hum grows louder. Her breath quickens, her chest heaving as she struggles to fight the sensations building within her. Wanda watches intently, her fingers poised over the controls.

“Whenever you’re ready, Meg,” Wanda says calmly. “The blade is patient, but it’s eager to meet you.”

Karen claps her hands excitedly. “Come on, Meggie, just let go! You’ll feel so much better once you give in.”

Jo pumps her fist in the air, her enthusiasm unrelenting. “Yeah, Meg! Go out with a bang—or a split, I guess!”

Meg’s sobs turn into a choked moan, her body arching involuntarily as the sensations overwhelm her. Her friends cheer her on, their voices blending into a surreal cacophony of encouragement as her fate inches closer.

Wanda’s sharp eyes never leave Meg’s trembling body, her fingers poised over the control panel as she monitors every twitch and gasp. The steady hum of the machine fills the room, a low, vibrating backdrop to the surreal scene. Meg’s sobs have turned into shaky, uneven breaths, her body betraying her as it reacts to the relentless stimulation of the glass dildo embedded inside her.

Karen leans closer, her grin wicked. “She is about to cum,” she announces gleefully, her tone as if delivering the punchline to a joke.

Jo claps her hands together, her laughter ringing out. “Yeah, she cannot resist. Poor Meggie, your body’s giving you away!”

“I can resist!” Meg cries, her voice cracking as she shakes her head violently. “I don’t want to— I can’t—”

Wanda chuckles softly, her voice calm and steady. “Your body knows what it wants, Meg. There’s no shame in giving in. Just let it happen.”

Karen taps a finger against Meg’s quivering stomach, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Come on, Meggie, don’t fight it. You’re gonna feel so much better once you just… let go.”

Jo crouches down, her face level with the dildo’s path. “I can practically see it happening already. The second you cum, that blade’s gonna start slicing. It’s gonna be epic!”

“Stop it! Stop saying that!” Meg pleads, her voice breaking as her body betrays her further. Her hips tremble, her thighs quivering as the sensation builds uncontrollably.

Karen smirks, leaning in close to Meg’s ear. “You can’t stop it, babe. Your body’s got a mind of its own. And honestly? You’re gorgeous like this—helpless, shaking, ready to pop.”

Wanda adjusts a dial, the machine’s hum intensifying slightly. Her tone remains soothing, almost motherly. “It’s okay, Meg. Just let your body do what it needs to. The blade is ready for you when you are.”

Jo’s grin widens as she pats Meg’s sweaty thigh. “You’re a champ, Meggie. Really holding out. But let’s face it—you’re toast. That dildo’s gonna get you there, and the blade’s gonna do the rest.”

Karen nudges Jo with her elbow, her laugh light and carefree. “What do you think, Jo? Two more seconds? Three?”

“Maybe five,” Jo replies, pretending to consider. “Meg’s got spirit, but her body’s definitely running the show now.”

Meg shakes her head, tears streaming down her flushed face. “You’re all terrible,” she chokes out, her voice trembling with despair.

Karen brushes a strand of Meg’s damp hair away from her face, her expression almost affectionate. “Oh, Meggie, we’re just being realistic. And hey, you’re gonna go out with a bang—literally!”

Wanda steps closer, her voice soft but firm. “Meg, sweetheart, it’s time. Just let go. You’ve done so well.”

The tension in the room peaks as Meg’s body arches involuntarily, her breath hitching in her throat. Karen and Jo exchange gleeful looks, their hands clapping together in excitement.

“Here it comes!” Jo shouts, practically bouncing on her heels.

“Say goodbye to that tight little belly, Meggie,” Karen adds, her voice filled with teasing affection.

A strangled cry escapes Meg’s lips as her body betrays her completely, the shuddering wave of release wracking her form. The glass dildo glistens as she spasms around it, her cries a mix of pleasure and despair. The hum of the machine shifts, the blade engaging with a sharp, metallic whir. Wanda’s fingers dance over the controls, her expression focused and calm.

“Beautiful, Meg,” Wanda murmurs, her voice almost reverent. “Now, let’s begin.”

Karen and Jo cheer, their voices blending into the surreal hum of the machine as the blade inches forward, its sharp edge poised to fulfill its gruesome promise.

Meg’s sobs mingle with their laughter, her body trembling as the inevitable begins.

- - -

Wanda works with calm precision, sliding the glass dildo out of Meg’s trembling body. Meg gasps sharply at the sudden emptiness, her breath hitching as fresh waves of fear roll through her. Wanda turns toward the control panel, her hands steady as she retrieves the gleaming, scalpel-like blade meant to replace the dildo. Its edge gleams ominously, razor-sharp and ready.

Karen claps her hands together, bouncing on her toes. “Here we go, Meggie! The main event!”

Jo crouches for a closer look, her grin widening as she observes Wanda positioning the blade. “Look at that thing—it’s beautiful! Perfect for splitting her right down the middle.”

Wanda places a gentle hand on Meg’s hip, her touch firm but not unkind. “Take a deep breath, honey. This part’s important.” She lines up the blade carefully, its tip pressing just below Meg’s clit. The cold metal sends a shock through Meg’s already trembling body.

“No, no, please…” Meg whimpers, her voice breaking as fresh tears stream down her cheeks.

Karen leans closer, brushing a finger over Meg’s flushed cheek. “Oh, Meggie, don’t cry. You’re gonna be stunning. Just wait until we see what’s inside that cute little belly of yours!”

Jo snickers, pointing at the blade. “That thing’s gonna unzip you like a sweater, babe. Nice and neat!”

Wanda nods approvingly, her fingers gripping the control lever. “It’s all set. Once I start, it’ll move slowly and precisely. The blade will cauterize as it cuts, so you won’t bleed out too quickly.”

“Please, stop…” Meg sobs, her voice barely audible.

Karen tilts her head thoughtfully, tracing a light circle around Meg’s navel. “Stop? But Meggie, we’re just getting started! Your tummy’s about to steal the show!”

“Time to open up to the world, darling,” chirps Karen.

The machine hums louder as Wanda activates it, the blade pressing just a fraction deeper into Meg’s delicate flesh. Meg’s body jerks instinctively, her voice escaping in a sharp cry as the blade begins its slow, relentless journey.

“There we go,” Wanda murmurs, her tone almost soothing. “Nice and steady. You’re doing great, Meg.”

Jo watches intently, her eyes wide with fascination. “Look at that! It’s barely started, and you can already see it opening her up. God, that’s amazing!”

Karen crouches down, inspecting the incision with an exaggerated expression of awe. “Wow, Meggie, your body’s putting on a real show! That little belly of yours is even more gorgeous on the inside.”

Meg’s cries grow louder as the blade moves upward, splitting her clit with surgical precision. Her hips jerk involuntarily, the grips under her armpits keeping her upright as the machine continues its work. The cauterizing heat leaves thin trails of smoke curling up from the fresh incision, filling the room with a faint metallic scent.

“Stop! Please!” Meg wails, her voice cracking under the strain of her sobs.

Karen shakes her head, patting Meg’s thigh reassuringly. “Sorry, Meggie, there’s no stopping now. Besides, you’re killing it—pun intended!”

Jo laughs, leaning in closer to the incision. “Look at that, Karen! The blade’s already halfway through her pussy. Her clit’s history!”

“You’re gonna be so beautiful, Meggie,” Wanda says softly, her eyes focused on the blade’s path as it inches toward Meg’s abdomen. “Just breathe through it. You’re stronger than you think.”

Karen presses her finger into Meg’s navel playfully, her grin wicked. “Not for long, though! That cute belly button of yours is next in line!”

Meg shakes her head violently, her sobs turning into ragged gasps as the blade approaches her lower abdomen. The machine hums steadily, its pace unyielding. Wanda steps back slightly, watching her work with calm satisfaction.

“Perfect,” Wanda murmurs. “This is one of the cleanest cuts I’ve ever done. You’re a natural, Meg.”

Jo claps her hands together, her excitement palpable. “Oh my God, Meg, you’re incredible! Your body’s putting on the best show we’ve ever seen!”

Karen laughs, her fingers tracing the edges of Meg’s taut stomach. “And we’re just getting started! Meggie, your guts are gonna be the highlight of the day!”

The blade continues its steady ascent, the incision widening as it carves a precise path through Meg’s trembling body.

Her cries echo through the sterile room, mingling with the hum of the machine and the laughter of her friends.

Wanda’s fingers hover over the controls, adjusting the machine with the precision of an artist refining her masterpiece. The blade hums as it reaches Meg’s taut abdomen, its heated edge gliding upward with cruel efficiency. The incision reaches her belly button, and Wanda pauses for a moment, admiring her work.

“There it is,” Wanda murmurs, tilting her head slightly as she observes the blade poised above Meg’s navel. “That perfect little belly button… let’s give it a proper farewell, shall we?”

Karen crouches down, her eyes sparkling with morbid fascination. “Oh my God, Meggie, your belly button is about to be history! This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for!”

Jo leans in, her grin wide. “Yeah, Meg, say goodbye to your cute little navel. It’s about to get split wide open!”

Meg’s body jerks against the machine, her breath coming in ragged gasps as fresh tears stream down her cheeks. “Please… stop…” she sobs, her voice barely audible.

Karen pats Meg’s thigh, her tone mockingly comforting. “Oh, Meggie, don’t cry. You’re gonna be even prettier on the inside!”

Wanda steadies the blade, her fingers gripping the controls as she presses it forward. The heated edge slices into Meg’s belly button, bisecting the small, indented knot of flesh with surgical precision. A faint sizzle fills the air as the cauterization prevents any significant blood loss.

“There we go,” Wanda says softly, her voice calm and clinical. “The belly button’s gone, and the path is clear to finish the opening.”

Karen claps her hands together, her excitement evident. “Wow, Meggie, your tummy looks amazing! All split open and perfect. Wanda, you’re a genius!”

Jo crouches lower, inspecting the widening incision with an exaggerated expression of awe. “Look at that! You can almost see inside her now. Meg, your guts are gonna look incredible!”

“No, no, no…” Meg whimpers, her voice cracking as she shakes her head. Her trembling body is held securely by the grips, the machine ensuring she can’t move or escape.

Karen reaches out, running her finger lightly along the edge of the incision. “So smooth, Meggie. This cut is flawless. You should be proud—your body’s giving us one hell of a show!”

Jo laughs, pointing at the exposed edges of Meg’s abdominal muscles. “Look at that, Karen! You can already see her insides starting to peek through. It’s like a live anatomy lesson!”

Wanda steps back slightly, observing her work with a satisfied smile. “It’s progressing perfectly. The blade will keep moving up, splitting everything as it goes. Just a little longer, Meg, and you’ll be fully opened.”

Karen leans closer, tracing the edge of the incision with a playful grin. “You’re doing so great, Meggie. Your belly’s like a present, and Wanda’s unwrapping it one perfect inch at a time!”

 

[Zephirantes]

Meg chokes back a sob, her voice trembling. “Why… why are you doing this to me?”

Jo tilts her head thoughtfully, her tone mock-serious. “Because, Meg, it’s your time to shine. Your body’s perfect for this, and honestly? You’re making history here!”

Karen giggles, brushing her hand over Meg’s sweat-slicked stomach. “Yeah, Meggie, your belly was made for this. Look how beautifully it’s opening. It’s like you were designed for it!”

The blade hums louder as it continues its ascent, cutting through the last of Meg’s abdominal muscles with unerring precision. The incision widens, revealing the glistening edges of her peritoneum. Wanda pauses briefly to adjust the controls, ensuring the next phase proceeds flawlessly.

“Almost there,” Wanda announces, her tone calm and professional. “The sternum’s next. Meg, you’re doing wonderfully.”

Karen and Jo exchange gleeful looks, their excitement undiminished. Karen pats Meg’s trembling thigh, her grin unwavering. “Just think, Meggie—soon we’ll be able to see all of you. Inside and out!”

Jo laughs, clapping her hands. “Yeah, Meg, your guts are gonna be the star of the show. You’re unforgettable!”

Meg sobs uncontrollably, her body trembling as the machine continues its relentless work. Wanda watches intently, her hands steady as the blade advances.

The incision climbs upward, leaving behind a precise, cauterized path that exposes more of Meg’s vulnerable interior with every passing second.

Wanda steps back for a moment, taking a deep breath as she surveys the work so far. Meg’s belly lies completely split open, the cauterized edges of the incision holding steady. The rhythmic hum of the machine fades slightly as the blade halts, signaling the end of its cut. Meg’s sobs echo through the sterile room, her trembling body glistening with sweat as she hangs in the machine’s grips, her head drooping forward in defeat.

Karen clasps her hands together with an exaggerated gasp of excitement. “Oh my God, Meggie, you’re absolutely stunning! Look at that open belly!”

Jo leans closer, peering at the raw, exposed flesh. “Yeah, Meg, your insides are incredible. I mean, you’ve got guts—literally!” She bursts out laughing at her own joke.

Wanda steps forward, her voice calm and commanding. “Meg, I need you to listen carefully now.” Her blue eyes meet Meg’s tear-filled gaze, her tone surprisingly gentle. “Place your hands in front of your groin, palms up.”

“W-why?” Meg stammers, her voice barely audible through her sobs.

Karen giggles, patting Meg’s trembling thigh. “Oh, Meggie, you’re about to help with the grand finale! Trust Wanda—she knows what she’s doing.”

Jo nudges Karen, her grin wide. “Yeah, Meg, it’s interactive. You get to hold your own guts! Isn’t that cool?”

Meg’s body quakes as she hesitates, her arms twitching weakly. Wanda reaches out, gently guiding Meg’s wrists forward until her hands rest just below the gaping wound in her abdomen.

“That’s it,” Wanda says soothingly. “Keep your hands steady, sweetheart. This is an important moment.”

Karen crouches down, her eyes gleaming with morbid fascination. “Look at her, Jo! She’s so obedient. Meggie, you’re doing great!”

Jo laughs, pointing at Meg’s trembling fingers. “Yeah, those hands are gonna be full in just a second. Get ready, babe!”

Wanda dons a pair of gloves with practiced efficiency, her expression calm and focused. She steps closer to Meg’s exposed abdomen, carefully slipping her hands into the opening. Meg gasps sharply, her body jerking instinctively at the sensation of Wanda’s fingers pressing inside her.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Wanda murmurs, her voice steady. “I’m just getting everything ready to come out.”

Karen leans in, her tone playful. “Ready to be receive all your viscera, Meggie? This is a big moment for you!”

Jo crouches for a better view, her excitement palpable. “Yeah, Meg, your insides are about to be on the outside. I can’t wait to see this!”

Meg’s sobs intensify as Wanda begins to gently pull at her intestines, the slick, glistening coils sliding free from her abdominal cavity. The executioner works with precision, carefully lifting the entrails and arranging them neatly into Meg’s trembling hands.

“Here we go,” Wanda says calmly, her tone almost soothing. “Hold them steady, Meg. You’re doing beautifully.”

Karen claps her hands, her grin widening as she watches the scene unfold. “Oh my God, Meggie, look at you! Holding your own guts—this is incredible!”

Jo laughs, snapping an imaginary picture with her fingers. “You’re a natural, Meg. Honestly, you’re rocking this whole disemboweling thing!”

Meg looks down at her hands, her eyes wide with horror as the slick, warm weight of her entrails fills her palms. “Please… please stop…” she whispers, her voice trembling.

Karen shakes her head, brushing a tear from her own cheek—not from sadness, but from laughing so hard. “Stop? Meggie, why would we stop now? This is the best part!”

Jo nods enthusiastically, leaning in to inspect the glistening loops of intestine in Meg’s hands. “Yeah, Meg, you’re holding literal life in your hands. Isn’t that poetic?”

Wanda steps back slightly, wiping her gloves on a towel. “You’ve done wonderfully, Meg. Your body’s given us such an incredible display.” She pauses, tilting her head thoughtfully. “How does it feel to hold your own insides, honey?”

Meg chokes back a sob, her head shaking weakly. “It’s horror… I can’t believe it, these are my insides…”

Karen pats her shoulder, her grin never wavering. “Oh, come on, Meggie, don’t be dramatic. You look absolutely amazing!”

Jo smirks, crossing her arms. “Yeah, you’re a total star. I mean, not many people get to experience this, right? You’re one of a kind!”

Wanda leans closer, inspecting the remaining organs inside Meg’s abdomen. “There’s still more to come out, Meg. Just keep holding steady. You’re doing great.”

Karen and Jo cheer her on, their laughter and encouragement filling the sterile room as Wanda resumes her meticulous work.

Meg’s trembling hands struggle to keep steady under the growing weight, her sobs echoing as her disemboweling proceeds.

Wanda works with calm precision, her gloved hands delving deeper into Meg’s opened abdomen. The room hums with an eerie mix of clinical detachment and morbid fascination. Meg’s trembling hands, already full of her slick, warm intestines, quiver under the weight. Her sobs have quieted into ragged breaths, her mind struggling to process the horror unfolding before her.

Karen crouches beside her, her eyes fixed on Meg’s trembling form. “Wow, Meggie, your guts look amazing in your hands! It’s like you’re holding all your secrets right there.”

Jo leans in closer, her grin wide. “Yeah, Meg, your insides are gorgeous. You’re like… a living anatomy lesson. Well, for now.”

Wanda steps back briefly, inspecting the remaining organs in Meg’s exposed cavity. “Alright, sweetheart, we’re going to move on. It’s time to remove your womb and ovaries. You’ve been such a good girl so far—just keep holding steady.”

Meg’s breath catches in her throat, her tear-filled eyes widening. “My… my womb?” she whispers, her voice trembling.

Karen pats Meg’s shoulder, her tone light and teasing. “Of course, Meggie. That cute little belly of yours has already spilled its guts—might as well go all the way!”

Jo laughs, pointing at Meg’s abdomen. “Yeah, Meg, your girl parts are next! Just think, you’ll be holding your own womb in a minute.”

Wanda carefully reaches into Meg’s exposed cavity, her gloved hands wrapping around the smooth, rounded structure of her uterus. “It’s okay, Meg. This part’s important. Your body’s done such a beautiful job so far—let’s finish strong.”

Meg shudders violently, her head shaking as fresh tears spill down her cheeks. “Please, no… not that… please…”

Karen crouches down, her grin softening slightly as she gazes up at Meg. “Oh, Meggie, don’t fight it. You’re so brave, and this is… well, this is the finale. You’ve got this.”

Jo tilts her head thoughtfully, her voice almost playful. “And hey, Meg, it’s not like you’ll need it anymore, right? Your womb’s retiring with the rest of you.”

Wanda begins to carefully extract Meg’s uterus, the organ sliding free with a wet, slick sound. Meg’s body jerks involuntarily, a strangled cry escaping her lips as the surreal sensation overwhelms her. Wanda holds it steady, the delicate ovaries still attached, and gently places the bundle into Meg’s trembling hands alongside her intestines.

“There we go,” Wanda says softly, her tone calm and measured. “You’re holding your own female parts now, Meg. How does it feel?”

Meg’s breath comes in shallow gasps as she stares down at the surreal sight. Her trembling hands cradle her womb and ovaries, the organs slick and warm against her palms. Her mind spins, the reality of her situation crashing down on her with overwhelming force.

“It’s… it’s mine…” Meg whispers, her voice barely audible. “This is… me…”

Karen leans closer, her grin returning. “Yeah, Meggie, that’s you. All your most personal bits, right there in your hands. Isn’t it wild?”

Jo chuckles, her eyes gleaming with morbid amusement. “Totally wild. You’re like a work of art, Meg. A masterpiece, inside and out.”

Meg’s trembling lips part, her voice shaking. “I’m really… dying, aren’t I?”

Wanda steps back, nodding solemnly. “Yes, sweetheart. There’s no going back now. You’re doing beautifully, though. This is exactly how it’s supposed to happen.”

Karen places a hand on Meg’s shoulder, her voice strangely tender. “And you know what, Meggie? You’re making it look so good. I mean, not everyone could handle this like you are.”

Jo smirks, nudging Karen. “Yeah, Meg’s a total champ. Her body’s giving us the performance of a lifetime.”

A strange, unexpected heat courses through Meg’s trembling body, her mind unable to reconcile the fear and pain with the faint flicker of… excitement? Her cheeks flush deeper, her breaths coming faster as the realization settles in.

“I… I don’t know why…” Meg stammers, her voice trembling. “But this feels… I feel…”

Karen’s eyebrows shoot up, a sly grin spreading across her face. “Oh my God, Meggie, are you enjoying this?”

Jo bursts out laughing, clapping her hands. “No way! Meg, are you actually getting off on holding your own womb? That’s insane!”

Meg shakes her head violently, her sobs mingling with gasps as her body betrays her once again. “No, I… I’m not… I don’t…”

Wanda steps closer, her calm voice cutting through the chaos. “It’s okay, Meg. These feelings are natural. Your body’s reacting to the experience—it’s all part of the process.”

Karen chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from Meg’s sweat-slicked face. “Well, Meggie, at least you’re going out with a bang. You’re unforgettable, babe.”

Jo crouches down, peering at the organs cradled in Meg’s hands. “Seriously, Meg, you’re amazing. Your guts, your womb… everything about you is perfect.”

Meg’s trembling body quakes as the surreal mix of emotions washes over her. The weight of her mortality presses down, yet a strange, forbidden thrill flickers deep within her, as Wanda and her friends cheer her on through the final moments of her life.

Wanda takes a step closer to Meg, her gloved hands slick with the warmth of Meg’s insides. Her calm demeanor remains unshaken as she gently sets aside the tools and leans in to examine the trembling young woman before her. Meg’s sobs have quieted into ragged breaths, her body twitching with each overwhelming sensation. Wanda’s blue eyes meet Meg’s tear-filled gaze.

“You’re doing so well, Meg,” Wanda says softly, her voice steady. “We’re almost there. Let’s help you finish on a high note, okay?”

Karen grins, standing beside Meg and reaching for one of her trembling hands cradling her organs. “Oh, Meggie, I think Wanda has something special planned. Don’t you feel lucky?”

Jo laughs, sliding her hands along Meg’s shoulders. “Lucky? Meg’s the star of the show! And I think it’s time for her big finale.”

Wanda leans closer, her gloved hands carefully reaching into the open cavity of Meg’s split abdomen. Her fingers slide downward, slipping into the delicate folds of Meg’s exposed vaginal canal from within. The motion is slow, deliberate, and precise. Meg’s body jerks at the sensation, her sobs turning into a sharp gasp.

“What… what are you doing?” Meg stammers, her voice trembling as her body tenses against the intrusion.

Wanda’s voice is calm, almost motherly. “Relax, sweetheart. This is your moment. I’m just helping your body let go. You’ve been through so much—you deserve this.”

Karen leans down, her fingers brushing over Meg’s exposed nipple. “See, Meggie? Wanda’s taking good care of you. And I think it’s time we joined in.”

Jo nods enthusiastically, stepping around to Meg’s other side. “Oh, definitely. We can’t let you go without giving you a proper send-off!” Her fingers pinch Meg’s other nipple, twisting gently but firmly.

Meg’s body shudders violently, her head shaking as conflicting emotions overwhelm her. “No… stop… this is… I can’t…”

Karen giggles, rolling Meg’s nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Oh, Meggie, don’t be shy. You’re gorgeous like this. Just let us help you feel good, okay?”

Wanda’s fingers continue their slow, deliberate motions inside Meg’s vaginal canal, her touch firm yet gentle. She presses against the inner walls, massaging the sensitive flesh with precision. “You’re amazing, Meg,” Wanda murmurs. “Your body is so responsive. Let it all out—it’s okay to enjoy this.”

Jo chuckles, leaning in to kiss Meg’s damp forehead. “Come on, Meg, let yourself feel it. You’re a sensation, inside and out.”

Meg’s sobs turn into gasping moans, her body arching involuntarily as the sensations overwhelm her. The combined touches—Wanda’s internal massage, Karen and Jo’s teasing hands—send shockwaves through her trembling frame. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her cheeks flushed with both shame and unwanted arousal.

“I… I can’t…” Meg whispers, her voice cracking as tears stream down her face.

Karen smirks, brushing her lips against Meg’s ear. “You can, Meggie. And you will. Just let go. It’s your moment to shine.”

Wanda’s fingers press deeper, her touch finding the most sensitive spots within Meg’s trembling body. “You’re incredible, Meg,” Wanda says softly. “Let it all out. This is your last gift to yourself.”

Jo’s grin widens as she watches Meg’s body respond, her hips trembling against the grips holding her upright. “Look at her go! Meg, you’re amazing. Your body’s putting on the best show we’ve ever seen.”

Karen laughs, her fingers twisting Meg’s nipple slightly harder. “Yeah, Meggie, you’re a star. This is your big finale—make it count!”

Meg’s cries turn into a strangled moan, her body arching as the sensations reach their peak. Wanda’s fingers move with expert precision, coaxing the last waves of pleasure from her trembling form. Karen and Jo’s hands keep up their teasing, their laughter and encouragement filling the sterile room.

“Oh, God…” Meg gasps, her voice breaking as her body shudders violently. “I… I’m…”

Karen claps her hands excitedly. “She’s doing it! Go, Meggie! One last time!”

Jo cheers, her laughter echoing in the room. “That’s it, Meg! Let it all out!”

With one final, shuddering cry, Meg’s body spasms as a wave of reluctant pleasure overtakes her. Her sobs mix with gasping moans as she succumbs completely to the overwhelming sensations. Wanda’s hands remain steady, her touch gentle as she guides Meg through the climax.

“Beautiful,” Wanda murmurs, her voice filled with quiet admiration. “Absolutely beautiful, Meg.”

Karen and Jo cheer, their hands clapping in gleeful celebration as Meg’s trembling body slowly relaxes. The weight of her organs in her hands and the reality of her disemboweled state settle over her, but for one fleeting moment, she feels an odd, surreal sense of peace amidst the chaos.

"You cummed like a true death-slut, honey," Karen proclaims with a delighted smile on her face.

 

[Zephirantes]

Wanda watches as Meg’s trembling hands falter, the weight of her entrails too much for her to hold any longer. With a soft, wet sound, they slip from her fingers, falling into the tray beneath her. Meg’s body slumps in the grips of the machine, her breath shallow and ragged, her strength almost completely drained. Her head lolls forward, tears mingling with the sheen of sweat on her face.

Karen steps back, brushing her hands off theatrically. “Well, Meggie, you’ve done it. You’ve given us one hell of a show.”

Jo folds her arms, tilting her head as she looks at Meg with a strange mix of affection and curiosity. “Yeah, Meg, you’ve been amazing. But I guess this is it, huh? No encore for you.”

Wanda removes her gloves, her expression calm but resolute. She steps forward, placing a hand on Meg’s shoulder. “It’s time, Meg. Your body has done its part. Now it’s your turn to let go completely. Your consciousness will fade, your being will dissolve, and you’ll leave this world behind.”

Meg raises her head weakly, her tear-filled eyes locking onto Wanda’s. “I… I don’t want to die…” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Wanda’s tone softens, though her words remain firm. “I know, sweetheart. But this is the natural conclusion. And maybe… just maybe, even the idea of total annihilation can be thrilling in its own way.”

Karen smirks, nudging Jo with her elbow. “You hear that, Meggie? Even death can be fun if you look at it the right way!”

Jo snickers, shaking her head. “Leave it to Wanda to make oblivion sound like a party.”

Wanda leans closer to Meg, her voice dropping to a soothing murmur. “Taste your own sweet desperation, Meg. Feel it fully. Let it consume you, and then let it take you. There’s nothing left to fear. Just let go.”

Meg’s chest heaves with uneven breaths, her eyes wide with terror and resignation. The words echo in her mind—taste your sweet desperation. She closes her eyes, feeling the full weight of her existence slipping away. The raw, unrelenting horror of her imminent destruction surges within her, overwhelming every thought and sensation.

And then… something shifts.

As the despair grows all-encompassing, swallowing her whole, a strange thrill bubbles up from somewhere deep inside. The sheer magnitude of the moment, the complete surrender to her inevitable end, brings with it an odd, exhilarating clarity. Her body shakes, her breaths ragged, but for the first time, there’s no resistance.

Karen leans in, her grin wide. “Look at her, Jo. She’s feeling it now. Meggie’s finally letting go.”

Jo nods, her voice quieter than usual. “Yeah. She’s beautiful, isn’t she? Even now.”

Wanda steps back, watching as Meg’s trembling body slowly stills. “You’re perfect, Meg. This is your moment. Embrace it.”

Meg’s head tilts back slightly, her lips parting as a faint, almost imperceptible smile crosses her face. The terror and thrill collide, blending into something almost… transcendent. Her eyes flutter closed, her final breath escaping in a soft, shuddering exhale.

Silence fills the room, the hum of the machine fading into the background. Karen and Jo exchange glances, their playful expressions softening as they look at Meg’s now-lifeless form.

“She’s gone,” Karen whispers, her tone unusually quiet.

Jo nods, stepping back with a faint smile. “Yeah. She did it. She really did it.”

Wanda removes her apron, her gaze lingering on Meg for a moment longer. “Rest well, Meg. You were extraordinary.”

As they leave the room, the machine powers down, and Meg’s lifeless body remains cradled in its grips. Her face is serene, the remnants of that final, thrilling surrender still etched into her expression—a strange, bittersweet testament to the beauty found in her last moments.

- - -

In a dimly lit room tucked away in a remote corner of the dispatch center, Frank and Brad recline in their chairs, their eyes glued to a bank of monitors.

The screens still display the final moments of Meg’s ordeal, her trembling, eviscerated body slumped lifeless in the grips of the machine. The hum of the equipment is the only sound in the room for a moment, save for their quiet, labored breaths.

Frank, a wiry man with thinning hair and a perpetual smirk, leans back and stretches his arms. “Well, that was something, wasn’t it?” His tone is light, but his eyes glint with a dark fascination.

Brad, heavier set with a gruff demeanor, chuckles softly as he taps a pen against the desk. “Yeah, Frank, it never gets old. That Meg chick? Damn, she really put on a show. Did you see the way she held her guts like they were a damn bouquet?”

Frank laughs, shaking his head. “Classic. These girls always think they’re too special to break. Then you get them under Wanda’s blade, and they crumble like that.” He snaps his fingers for effect, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

Brad nods, leaning closer to the screen to get a better look at the replay. “You know what I liked? That moment she realized it was really happening. Like, no turning back, no miracles. Just raw, pure terror. Her own death incoming. Gets me every time.”

Frank snickers, raising an eyebrow. “You’re twisted, Brad. But hey, I get it. There’s something about that look in their eyes, right? When the reality sinks in? Chef’s kiss.” He mimics a dramatic kiss into the air, making Brad laugh.

The two fall silent for a moment, watching as Wanda and the others leave the room on the monitor. Frank sighs, tapping a cigarette out of a crumpled pack on the desk. “You ever wonder, though? About the whole ‘resources exhaustion’ thing? I mean, come on, we’ve been at this for years. If it was really about saving resources, wouldn’t we have fixed the problem by now?”

Brad scratches his chin thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on the screen. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it. Feels more like an excuse, doesn’t it? A way to justify all this… stuff.”

Frank smirks, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag. “‘Stuff.’ Yeah, you could call it that. Or you could call it what it really is—a chance for people like Wanda, like us, to get off on watching these cute little things snuff it.”

He points to some tissues on the table, smeared with their white cum: Meg was not the only one who had an orgasm in the last minutes.
But Maggie paid dearly her own libido, with her agony and disembowelment.
While Frank and Brad are paid to enjoy these shows.
Oh, well, hard to blame them, isn't it? Who wouldn't do as they do, after all?

Brad shrugs, not denying his collegue's words. “I mean, come on, Frank. Look at her.” He gestures at the screen, where Meg’s lifeless, disemboweled body hangs limp. “She was perfect. Tight little body, terrified out of her mind. And that final moment? When she actually kind of… liked it?"

"A great cum, if I ever saw one," points out Frank, "If someone, before I started working here, had told me that an innocent little girl like that is able to cum like a slut even with her belly ripped and her uterus in her hands, well, I honestly wouldn't have believed it...”

"That’s art, man. Dark, messed-up art, but art,” adds Brad.

Frank exhales a plume of smoke, nodding slowly. “Yeah, it’s messed up, all right. But let’s be real—we’re not here to question it. We’re here to make sure the quotas are met and to enjoy the perks of the job.”

Brad grins, leaning back in his chair. “You’re not wrong. Perks like this make the whole ‘civil servant’ gig worth it. But hey, if the ‘resources exhaustion’ thing is a lie, who do you think cooked it up?”

Frank chuckles, flicking ash into a nearby tray. “Someone way higher up than us, that’s for sure. Someone who knew there’s a market for this kind of… entertainment. Real connoisseurs of executions, I guess. Let’s face it, Brad: we’re not the only ones enjoying it. Look at Wanda. She lives for this stuff. And those friends of Meg? They were into it too.”

Brad shakes his head, laughing. “Yeah, those girls were something else. ‘Hold your guts, Meggie!’ Like it’s some kind of talent show.”

"Ah ah, yeah, fucking bitches. Look forward to see 'em under Wanda's knife too!"

"One can always hope," replies Brad, "chances are those two crazy bitches might even offer their bellies to be butchered!"

Frank leans forward, watching the replay of Meg’s final moments with renewed interest. “You know, it’s kind of poetic, isn’t it? They tell these girls it’s all for the greater good, for the survival of society, but in reality? It’s just pain, humiliation, and death, all wrapped up as entertainment.”

Brad raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “And we’re the lucky bastards who get front-row seats.”

“Don't you feel guilty sometimes about all this?”

“Well sometimes I do, but then I remember that I get paid to see these little barely legal girls, all naked, getting disemboweled, and, what the fuck," Brad pauses for a brief second, "...I think it's worth it. Totally worth it! I'm sorry for them, but hey, so goes this crazy world. We have to take advantage of their martyrdom, it's way too much fun to let it go to waste.”

Frank nods, stubbing out his cigarette and turning his gaze back to the monitor. “Damn right we have . Now, let’s see who’s next on the list. I’ve got a feeling this day’s just getting started.”

The two men laugh, their conversation punctuated by the soft hum of the monitors as another name flickers onto the screen. It says “Jenny Marshall” this time. Just another name and another life, which means nothing to them but is all that is left for the next poor girl to be gutted...

[END?]

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Part of this story comes from an idea of @DjEtla , expressed on Deviant Art I think, regarding the dystopic scenario of governments having to deal with overpopulation and resources exhaustion by culling the population. The idea is not new at all in itself, but the good DjEtla fancied the suggestion that the evil governments might well do that just for the pleasure of culling, overpopulation and resources depletion being just excuses. It is a thrilling, albeit evil, thought, and I decided that an evisceration story was most appropriate to illustrate it.

 

[Loinclothslave]

Wow! Never thought I’d be interested In disembowelment!

But think of it this way: you’re doing your part to save resources. That’s a big deal."

Clean and green, just like her eviscera

You’re so smooth and toned, Meg. Honestly, it’s like you were made for this.”

Ah yes, looking good while self sacrificing is vital

“Do you really have to watch?”

Karen grins, squeezing her shoulder. “Of course we do! Who else is gonna cheer you on as you’re unzipped and spurt out your viscera?”

Come on, Meg. Don’t be shy. The sooner we get started, the sooner you can, well... let it all out.”

With friends like these…

Great start, I’ll catch up with the rest very soon!

 

[prtn]

Interesting new story, not my kind of taste but the way you develop it makes it interesting to take a deep dive. Good work!!

 

[Zephirantes]

Oh, and another source of inspiration is @tygavin's recent excellent story.
There is a passage there with one character saying:

Where would you like your belly stabbed? Under your sternum, into your navel or just above your pussy? Perhaps you want to be ripped open and hold your guts in while I fuck you with the hilt of my sword so you can cum in front of the spectators and true warriors as you die in shame?

Tygavin's story is very dark and serious, but this line is said ironically, mockingly even.

My story is surreally cheerful but this actually happens in my story.

 

[toastywarm]

Why can’t anyone take this seriously?”

I was wondering the same thing. With friends like these. . .

 

[Zephirantes]

I was wondering the same thing. With friends like these. . .

I tried my best to maintain Dolcett's casual and cheerful atmosphere that I enjoy so much.

It is... unsettling. In a way, it's more scary than people insulting or angry at the executee.

Indeed, what's more scary? Facing an angry mob? Or... facing an audience that congratulates you for your incoming, atrocious suffering?
I'd say the latter.