Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Linard ignius
Title: A Dolcett Life
Part: 2 Holi @ Dolcett
Universe: Dolcett (Eastern spices)
Summary: A festival of colors...  and fire...  and blood.

   Keywords: m/F, mm/F, FF, inc, sm, asphyx, tort, viol, rom, Mdom, bd, ds,
slave, snuff, group, orgy, piss

   Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fantasy set in another world.  If
you have troubles distinguishing fantasy from reality or are not of legal
age to read this, then please leave.

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   Farah fidgeted about, sitting on her leather chair in her large
executive corner office on the 19th floor, her brand new 42 DD honkers
constantly getting crushed by her already tight salwar kameez.  She didn't
mind in the beginning, the discomfort and the pain in her breasts from the
augmentation surgery the week before only heightened her sensuousness by
reminding her of the coming fun affair and, of the fact that one of her
breasts was filled with enough poison to kill an elephant.  This presented
a feeling of ever-present danger which kept her incredibly horny during the
first few days, with her son bearing the brunt of all the endorphins
secreting in response in her brain.  But now that the scars had mostly
healed, the sensations had dulled down to a feeling of mild annoyance,
leaving her quite irritated at most times.

   She heard a knock on the door, "Come in." she said, giving up on tugging
on the hem of her salwar.  In walked Mr.  Siddharth Shah, head of the board
of directors of their conglomerate, certainly an impressive figure at the
age of 60, wearing a striped expensive grey suit and tie.  The expensive
suit along with his chiseled features and salt and pepper hair, he looked
like a fine specimen.  "Farah, my dear!" he called out in the same booming
voice which had always made Farah flinch.  "Aah!  Welcome Sid, How are we
doing today?" She said, getting up from her chair and kissing each other's
cheeks, her large taut breasts briefly brushing against his chest.  He sat
back down on the large guest chair in front of Fida with a smile on his
face and said, "If I am being honest with you, I was about to make some
excuse regarding equity vulnerabilities or something, but I am just here to
see those new tits of yours, it's been the hot topic of discussion
throughout the entire office, you know."

   "And?" Fida said smiling and leaning back on her chair, sticking her
chest out, "What do you think Sid?"

   "Magnificent certainly, Dr.  Amir is a genius.  Is it true that they are
filled with poison?" he asked, his gaze fixed over her double bubbles.

   "One of them is, I don't know which one though." Said Fida, extending
her arms up and making her strained tits stick out even more underneath the
thin white fabric of her salwar.

   Siddharth got up, walked around the table and sat on top of it right in
front of her.  Reaching over, he squeezed her left tit lightly and said,
"That Shivika...  she's certainly got a few screws loose...  don't tell her
I said so though," he said, both of them chuckling at the implications. 
"You know ever since the party, my wife has asked about you often, it'd
certainly be a loss to not be able to eat this wonderful body of yours
because of some poison." He said, his expression a bit more somber.

   Fida laughed at that and said, "Surely you have slaves with much younger
and better meat on them than this flabby old body of mine?  You flatter me
too much Sid."

   Siddharth smiled, letting go of her tit, he clasped his hand together
and said, "It's not just about the meat Farah, it's about the person too."

   "Well, tell Rekha that if I happen to survive past this month, I would
be sure to let her have a go at eating my cunt." She said, licking her lips
seductively at the silver fox, "Now, I do have the next hour free, may I
interest you in a blowjob?"

   "I just had my secretary drain me this morning," he said unzipping his
trouser and taking out his impressive 7 inch flaccid cock, "Ended up
costing her life, but I was due for a replacement anyway.  I do need to
take a piss though." He said smiling gently, as he held his cock close to
her face.

   He watched Farah's red lips slowly engulfing his entire length, her warm
breath tickling the tip of his cock as it flowed out of her nose into his
pubes.  He then relaxed his bladder and emptied himself down Farah's
throat, the only sound audible in the room being that of her eager,
swallowing gulps.

   Summer came about in a big way as March rolled around, the long days and
sultry heat made for perfect Holi weather.  Iqbal's time had mostly been
spent between school and his girlfriend Mona, all of that, coupled with his
mother's relentlessly growing need to get her brains fucked out as the day
of the festivities approached closer, only meant that he was completely
spent by the time the day ended.  Three night before the Holi celebration
Iqbal had invited Mona over to his house for a sleepover.  A fair girl with
a mousy face and golden hair, her Greek ancestry lay evident in her
features, Mona and Iqbal had been friends from childhood and so she was
very familiar with Farah as well.  When Iqbal opened the door to their
bedroom, he saw a heavenly vision of Mona dressed in a white negligee and
his mother in a black negligee, both of them sitting on their knees on the
bed, smiling and waiting for his cock.  Farah's balloon like breasts were
barely contained in her lingerie, the frilly edges of it hardly covering
her nipples and leaving much of her large light brown areolas exposed. 
Mona was a sight to behold, her silken blonde hair fell just below her
collar bones, her 36c breast cupped nicely in the frail silken dress and
she always had a fat spankable ass, even bubblier than Farah's.



   Needless to say, the three of them had a wonderful time that night,
fucking each other in all manner of filthy combinations and poses, so much
so that Iqbal didn't even remember when he passed out, waking the next
morning to find his naked girlfriend sleeping with her head over his sore
right arm and his equally naked, balloon-titted mother on his equally-sore
left arm.  When he squeezed her right tit, feeling the bouncy texture of
the silicone bag, Farah stirred and opened her eyes.  Her eyelashes
fluttering open and a smile forming over her juicy red lips.  "Morning
mum." Said Iqbal leaning in to kiss his mother, their tongues swapped spit
for a while, eyes closed, basking in the familiarity of their everyday
life. He carefully withdrew his arm from underneath Monas head, making sure
not to wake her up before facing his smiling lynx of a mother with his
erect 8 inch rod.

   "Where do you want it honey?" Farah asked, cupping her two bouncy
bubbles suggestively with her arms.  Iqbal didn't even answer, briefly
deepthroating Farah first before rubbing and slapping his meat stick all
over her enormous jugs.  "Careful there Ikki," said Farah, smiling, as
Iqbal beat her tits harder and harder with his cock, "It'll be a real mess
if they pop, you know." "Its fine mom, from what I saw last night, it will
take way more than a little cock-beating to pop them." Said Iqbal, cheerily
beating his cock over his mother's bouncy new tits and enjoying watching
the flesh ripple from the impacts.  He covered her face and tits with his
jizz when he came, with some of it falling into her open eager mouth. 
"Delicious as usual Ikk..."

   "HEY!  NO FAIR!" before the mother and son even had the time to get
surprised, Mona, in a blur of white bedsheets and golden hair, was on top
of Farah, snogging her furiously.  "Yoummff always, slurp...  take all his
morning load!" Mona said, moving from Farah's mouth to her face, and
sucking up the streaks of cum on there.  "I thought I could get it today."
She said pouting, as she trailed her vacuuming mouth from Farah's face onto
her tits.  Farah seemed amused at the young girl's antics, smiling at
Mona's mousy face suckling away on her swelled up tits, "Don't worry dear,"
she said, cupping Mona's perky tits, as Iqbal simply watched this morning
show, slowly stroking his semi hard cock, "I am sure Iqbal will happily buy
you off your dad, once I kick the bucket, isn't that right honey?" she
said, her hands stroking Mona's blonde head, a slutty motherly smile
playing on her lips.

   "Mmmnnn...  just buy me now, I promise I'll be an obedient slave!" said
Mona making squelching noises as she pulled her face off Farah's left tit.
"We already had this discussion Mona," said Iqbal sounding mildly
exasperated, "It's far too much work dealing with both you nympho sluts,
all the time." He said, his cock recovering fast, "besides," added Iqbal as
he moved towards the women, both of them intently looking at his cock, "The
way mom's been partying around lately, it's really just a matter of time
till she's dead." Said Iqbal, as Mona leaned to clean Iqbal's cock while
Farah embraced him, kissing him deep.  "Promise me you won't miss me too
much once I am gone." Said Farah, staring intently into her son's brown
pupils, a look of slight concern on her beautiful face.  "With a greedy
slut like this around," said Iqbal holding Mona's hair in his fist and
brutally slamming her nose against his pubis as she made approving grunts,
"I think I'll be okay mom." He said, giving Farah his purest boyish smile.

   Farah's jet black hair whipped around behind her in the wind as she
drove out of the city.  Shivika had invited them all to one of her resorts
for the Holi party, the place was located a good seventy kms away from
their town, surrounded by foothills and sparse forests, a truly scenic
retreat.  Farah was wearing a thin cotton tank top, stretched to almost
transparency over her jugs along with mini jeans and black ray bans.  Iqbal
was sitting on the passenger side with an old iron maiden t-shirt and a
pair of camo long shorts.  His mother's summer dress tingling his sex as
they listened to the radio news, driving in their burgundy Toyota. 
Thinking about how he would soon be heaping all sorts of inhuman abuses on
those breasts, those slender arms and legs and her hot body.  The fine
scars from all her violent escapades had accumulated over the years,
crisscrossing over her pale skin, most of them only a fine line, barely
visible.

   "Noticing the tent forming in her son's pants, Farah smiled "Glad to see
you excited about this honey." She chimed, her fingers resting on the
steering wheel.  Iqbal smiled back, taking a hold of her nearly bare tit
with his left hand he said, "I'd be lying if I say I am not looking forward
to bursting these bazongas." "Hmm although, if I know Shivika, she'll
probably have lots of other weird stuff planned as well, I honestly can't
wait myself." Said Farah, turning onto the gravel road leading off the
highway and coming upon the iron gates of Rajhansa resorts.  They headed on
to the main hall with the reception desk, normally there would have been
quite a few patrons but Shivika had booked the whole place just for them
and their party so it was desolate.  There they found Shivika and Rita
along with their sons Rakesh and Vinod, sitting on the couches and chatting
away.  They were all wearing pretty light clothing with Shivika wearing
white shorts and a banyan and Rita in white t shirt and panties, both of
their knockers inflated and engorged just like Farah's.

   This time around Shivika wanted to wait for everyone to be present
before they started the party.  Once all the seven mother and son pairs had
arrived, Shivika had them all sign a waiver, "Standard stuff," she said,
handing the forms out one by one to all the women, "permission for the boys
to participate, and compulsorily, no medical attention for 4 hours from the
end of the party." She added, smiling at Farah as she handed her the last
form.  "4 hours after the party?  God, what did you put in these implants
Shivika?" asked Shweta looking over the form in her hand.  "You'll get to
find out...  unless you win that is." "Win?" asked Nirmala, beads of sweat
forming over her slightly wrinkled forehead.

   "Sign the paper and find out." Said Shivika, a very mischievous smile
adorning her face.

   They all knew what they were here for, so no one had any misgivings
about what they were getting into.  While some were more eager, a few were
a bit more reluctant, with Shweta having particular difficulty signing the
document with her trembling hands.  Hasina walked over to Shweta, she had
already signed hers and saw Shweta having difficulties with hers, she
hugged Shweta from the side, her 40D balloons pressing upon the woman's
brown body, "It's going to be fun dear," she whispered into her ear as her
hand reached over too Shweta's cunt, "See?  You're already so wet." Said
Hasina, her long nailed fingers sliding into Shweta's dark brown cunt. 
Shweta signed the document after Hasina snogged her and calmed her down
some.

   After Shivika collected back all the signed releases, she led all the
attendees out into the grounds.  It was a huge expanse of land sectioned
off into many different types of fields and courts in order to facilitate
various recreational activities on normal days.  For today, a large portion
of the ground had been revamped forming, what seemed like, an obstacle
course.  They came up to a bunch of chairs with two large glass towers in
the center, containing nearly 50 ltrs of a milky green fluid in each. 
"While the idea of bursting poisoned breast implant sounds incredibly fun
in itself, I thought we could flavor it up a bit." "Flavor it?" asked
Bipasha, her huge tight honkers sticking out as Kaushik pulled hard on her
scarred nipples.  Shivika laid out the plan for the day in front of them
all, 3 games and a total of 6 losers; once they loose, the loser's son gets
to pick and pop one of the implanted breasts and the rest will be up to
chance.

   The first 'game', as it was, was an enema competition.  To begin with,
the mothers had to sit on a long cylindrical metal dildo, letting the
nearly 12 inch long silver shiny metallic appendage jutting up from a
square metallic plate attached to the ground, inside their cunt.  "You
gotta, Hummphh..." said Rakesh, pressing down on his mother's shoulder and
forcefully sliding the pole deeper into Shivika's whimpering body, "...Push
it into the womb, like that!" he finished, as she slowly slid down the
length of the pole under her son's pressure, her legs placed far part on
either side of the large metal baseplate.  Thus the rest of the couples
stood over their metal dildo poles which were placed in a single file and
each of the sons pressed their mother's body over the pole trying to push
it into their mother's wombs, the place of their own creation.  Iqbal bent
down and opened Farah's cunt with two of his fingers, she was dripping,
with his mother's cunt juices smearing his hand he positioned the entrance
of Farah's birth canal over the brutal looking metal pole before feeling
her hot flesh sink over and envelope the tip of the dildo.

   There was a look of heightened concentration on her face as she sank
down almost 3/4th the length before she could go down no further.  Looking
around, he saw most other couples in the same state, with only Rakesh
having pushed down Shivika fully all the way down the pole, her cunt lips
fully touching the metal plate resulting in an oval bump clearly protruding
from her lower abdomen.  Rakesh was massaging the protrusion while he
kissed his sweaty mother who kind of looked like a slutty crab.  The rest
of the sons were also busy shoving their mother's body over the poles in
some form or another, with Kaushik and Sohaib pressing down on their
mother's body using their shoes.  "Honey, you gotta push harder, my cervix
won't open up so easily." Said Farah, her scrunched up sweaty face inches
away from Iqbal's, he had his right arm and elbow around the back of his
mother's neck, putting pressure on her body while his left hand worked away
on her clit.  "Listen, climb on my shoulders," said Farah smiling in spite
of the strain.  Iqbal kissed her juicy trembling lips before he did exactly
that; climbing on her shoulders to force the metal pole past her fleshy
cervix.  A loud shriek and a short fall let him know when the pole had
invaded into his mother's womb.

   "You know," Farah said with tears flowing down her eyes, "the last time
my womb was in use like this, you were the one who was occupying it."

   Iqbal just smiled and grabbed the protrusion, feeling the flesh of his
mother's uterus underneath her soft skin and abdominal muscles.

   The next part consisted of the enema, the greenish milky fluid, as it
turns out, was bhang; much to the delight of the boys and the worry of some
of the mothers.  After ingesting sufficient quantities of the delicious,
cold and creamy liquid, the boys set for the game.  They filled large 500
cc syringes right up to the brim before returning to the row of mature
women impaled by metal poles.  Once they were ready to begin, Janice
switched a dramatic looking lever which resulted in immediate shrieking
from all the women.  "It feels like, AAUUGGHH!  Somebody, is ripping me up
inside." Said Shweta, her eyes wide with fear and suffering as her body
jerked and trembled on the pole.  "The voltage will increase every 5
minutes," said Rakesh, smiling as he positioned the green colored
transparent syringe behind Shivika's shaking white ass.  "That will be our
clue for the next batch." He finished, shoving both the nozzle and the
front part of the syringe into his mother's asshole before pressing on the
plunger and filling Shivika's anal canal with the first load of bhang,
amidst her gasping and yelping from the multitudes of sensations assaulting
the deepest parts of her body.

   Iqbal followed that example and shoved the front of the syringe into his
mother's brown asshole, he knew that Farah's asshole has seen some serious
usage but nothing too destructive, not lately anyway.  He felt his mother's
trembling body shudder a bit as he forced the first load of the cold creamy
liquid into her deepest regions.  It was at the end of 30 minutes that the
first defecation happened, by this time all the women were shrieking nearly
continuously from the electrical shocks, their tummies swollen from both
the tasering pole and the 3 liters of bhang in their guts, the effects of
which were apparent by their swaying movements and increasingly bloodshot
eyes.  "Ah Fuck!  Ah Fuck!  Ah FUCK!!!" cried Bipasha as she lost control
of her bowels, flooding the metal plate on which she was squatting and the
floor around it with greenish brown fluid.

   "USELESS FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT WHORE!" shouted Kaushik delivering two
hard kicks with his shoe onto her already scar-filled and shoeprint filled
ass, which she accepted quietly, sobbing away as the last of the liquid
dripped out of her now slack and agape asshole.  Kaushik dragged his
mother's body off the pole by her hair and made her lick the excreted enema
off the floor while the game continued.  The next and final failure
happened no more than 10 minutes after the first one.  By this time the
voltage of the electrocuting current had increased even more, resulting in
a subsequent increase in the volume and intensity of the shouts and groans
from the still impaled mothers.  Iqbal watched his mother, Farah clench her
teeth tight as he shoved the full syringe into her asshole for the 9th
time, some of the greenish white fluid leaking out from the sides of the
syringe as he did.  He felt his mother's sweaty body jerk on the pole as he
pushed down on the plunger, pushing nearly 5 whole liters of bhang into her
large intestines.  He watched the rim of her asshole pop out of its usual
place and start spasming in a last ditch effort to keep itself from
ejecting the psychedelic enema in her guts.

   And then the shrieking and groaning stopped, enveloping the chaotic
environment in silence, filled only with sighs of relief and Nirmala
murmuring "no...  oh no..." as the enema dribbled out of her white,
slightly wrinkled ass.  Once Nirmala had lost control Janice had flipped
the lever off.  Iqbal watched Farah's puckering asshole relax slightly and
retract back to its original position once the torment of the electrocuting
pole in her womb had ceased.  Farah panted, sweat dripping down from every
inch of her body, "You passed mom, it's all right." Said Iqbal, his hand on
her heaving tits.

   As the rest of the mothers recovered from the torture, shitting the
enema out one by one, the boys dragged Bipasha and Nirmala over to the
large tree stump with a polished surface functioning as a table.  There,
they gangbanged the two condemned women, the effect of the bhang that they
had ingested earlier slowly starting to kick in by this time, resulting in
them starting to loose abandon as they slapped, spit on and cursed the two
women.  "You are going to fucking die, you old hag, and we are going to use
your poisoned body parts to kill rats!" said Sohaib as he bent Nirmala's
right arm further back, making her scream from the pain as he railed her
bhang soaked rectum.  "How come her face's so perfect?" Asked Ashok as he
deepthroated Bipasha, spit flying from all over her mouth and nose and
slobbering over her giant balloon tits.  "That's because I want to preserve
her head," answered Kaushik before punching Nirmala, in whose cunt he was
currently cumming, right in her solar plexus.  "Preserve huh?  Hmmnn... 
that sounds interesting." Said Rakesh, cumming over Bipasha's tits.

   Bipasha was the first one on the stump.  "Maybe the left one?" said
Kaushik as he approached his ravished and high mother, cracking the
knuckles on his gloved hands.  "No the right one, isn't it?" he said,
pushing her head up by her chin and looking right into her eyes.  She
smiled up at him, she had never met anyone who had been as sadistic to her
as her son had come to be and she loved each and every second of it, from
raising him to showing him the ropes to abuse a cunt...  'SLAM!' her smile
appeared frozen on her face as the blow took undue time to register in her
mind.  Before she realized that he had started, Kaushik had delivered
another two punches onto her right tit meat, his fist sinking deep into the
fat and he felt the harder consistency of the silica bag inside yield
underneath his crushing fist.  Within 10 punches he had completely burst
that bag, the entirety of her right tit which was all ballooned up and firm
just a few minutes back now lay floppy and severely bruised with two large
tears leaking a yellow colored fluid outside.  "What now?" Kaushik said,
stepping on his mother's destroyed tit with his foot, as she lay their
unresponsive, almost shell shocked from the brutality.

   Janice stepped forward and with her fingers over Bipasha's neck, checked
for her pulse, "Heart rate looks fine," murmured Janice, before waving a
flashlight over her eyes, "pupillary reaction looks fine as well," she
broke a smelling salt capsule underneath her nose, bringing Bipasha back to
her quite-alive reality.  "Is it done?  Am I...  am I dying?" she asked the
muscular black woman.  "Doesn't look like it love.  How do you feel?" "I
feel...  alive!" Said Bipasha after taking a few seconds to compose
herself. This was all the confirmation she needed, she took a final look at
Bipasha's tongue before shouting "She's clean!" Kaushik kissed her, before
grabbing her destroyed tit and coating the colored saline on his hand.  He
smeared the yellow color on her tear stained plump cheeks, before saying
"Happy Holi maa."

   Bipasha was back getting fucked by the rest of the boys, they showed no
mercy to the woman even with her tattered tit spilling blood and yellow
liquid all over the place while she rode their dicks.  Raju walked over to
stump next, his naked mother Nirmala behind him holding his hand.  After
positioning Nirmala's substantially taut 36 DD balloons over the stump, he
walked over to the weapons table and returned with a cricket bat which had
been spiked with multiple nails towards the end of it.  He knelt down
besides his kneeling mother, he kissed her and simultaneously invaded her
vagina with his fingers.  It was hot, piping hot from the electrocution
earlier.  "Thank you mom." Said Raju, before disengaging from her and
raising the nailed bat up high.

   It only took a couple of thwacks from the bat to reduce Nirmala's left
tit to tatters, the bat made short work of her meat bag and the silica
implant inside, splattering blood and green colored liquid in the process.
She didn't faint or seize up, but almost immediately afterwards, knew that
something was very wrong.  "Oh God!  I'm...  I'm feeling hot and my
heart..." on that note she started panting, her hands over her chest as she
looked around, naturally scared and afraid.  Janice examined the woman,
"pesticide it seems, you won't have long honey." she smiled at Nirmala
whose flush face had rivers of sweat and tears flowing out of it by that
point.  "Better not touch her boys, unless you want to be shitting like
these ladies just did for the whole of next week." Janice informed the
partygoers who had formed a circle around the dying Nirmala, Farah opened
Raju's shorts and took his rock hard cock into her mouth and started
sucking him while he watched his mother panting and writhing on the ground,
her skin a shade of deep red and her eyes becoming orange and leaking
orange tears.  Shivika sat behind Raju, and spreading his buttcheeks by her
hands and started tonguing his young asshole in tandem with Farah's effort
on the front.  "Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!  Oh yes!" cried Raju shooting a huge
load onto his dying mother's face as Farah smiled and aimed Nirmala's son's
cock there.  He watched his mother waste away and draw her final few raspy
breaths with her pupils fully dilated and his cum streaking across her
anguished face, some of which had landed into her agape mouth.  "Good bye
mom" he whispered as he carefully closed Nirmala's glazed over orange eyes.


   Before they were all ready for the next 'competition', they strung up
Nirmala's toxic dead body by her hair up on a maple tree branch.  As the 5
remaining ladies lined up at the periphery of a rectangular patch on the
ground measuring 50 m x 30 m which had been covered up with a giant sheet
of aluminum foil.  "Is it just me or is it uncomfortably warm around here?"
asked Hasina, sweat forming and dripping down her naked bubbly body. 
Shivika's smile widened at this, she grabbed one corner of the silvery
cover and removed it, revealing amongst a chorus of whistles and gasps, a
rectangular patch covered with glowing red coals splurting embers and
burning with crackling noises.  "For the next event," said Shivika, her
hand slowly moving over Rakesh's chest, "we will get to see which one of us
can stand the heat the longest.  Rules are simple, time starts once both
your feet are on the coal and it stops when either of your feet touch the
ground outside.  Two of us with the shortest times get popped."

   The first mother to go over the red hot coals was Shivika, her
well-shaped body had slight chubb and she was smiling as she stood at the
edge of the fiery pit, a clearly nervous smile as she contemplated the act
of voluntary walking over the inferno which was already singing her skin.
Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, she gently put her right foot
over the coal, immediately shrieking and retracting it back.  The small
crowd of boys and women were laughing and cheering Shivika on.  "Go on
mum," said Rakesh, currently sitting on Bipasha's mouth and getting his
anus licked by the ravaged woman, "burn yourself for our amusement, do what
you are meant to." Clenching her teeth tight, Shivika moved fast and was
standing in the middle of the patch of fiery inferno, her entire being
screaming at her to run away, the strain of which was immediately apparent
on her scrunched up expression.  It only took 5 seconds before the
screaming started, with tears running down her face Shivika screamed and
danced on the hot coal embers, small pieces of red hot scorchers flying all
around her, burning even her legs.  It only took her 75 seconds, before,
unable to take the sole of her feet burning up, she scrambled out of the
fire pit, dragging herself on the grass nearby as small chunks of coals
remained stuck over her severely burned foot.  "Augghh!  Aughhhh!!!" she
screamed as she shook her foot trying to brush the embers away.  Shweta
moved towards her but was stopped by Ashok who held his naked brunette
mother by her bob-cut hair.  "No medical attention, remember mom?" he said,
smiling at his mother's concerned nature and the resultant fear on her face
when being reminded of her own eventual fate.

   Hasina went on the coal patch right after Shivika, similarly nervous as
Shivika was, she steeled herself and fought against every instinct of her
body to steadily walk on the coals, keeping herself from reacting to her
foot burning, this was evidently the smarter move as she managed to walk
over the coal for a whole 2 min 10 seconds before jumping out and scraping
the relatively small number of growing coals over her blackened soles.  And
so this event continued, each one of the ladies trying to follow Hasina's
example and not give in to panic as their feet were cooked alive.  The last
to go was Farah, she tried to remain calm, but accidentally caught a large
chunk of coal in between her toes, which forced her jump out of the fire
pit and pull out the ember immediately afterwards.  By the end of this, the
one with the longest time was Hasina, followed by Rita and the losers this
time were Shivika and Farah.

   Iqbal followed his limping mother to the tit bursting station and as
usual, she looked eager at the prospect of potentially dying.  Iqbal had
never understood this side of her, almost as much as he didn't understand
his own cock's reaction to the images of suffering women, particularly his
own mother.  With her tits placed on the stump he fucked her once,
spreading her overflowing fleshy pussy lips apart and sliding his cock in
all the way to the end.  It was much tighter than before, almost reminding
him of the times when he first started fucking her, the years of abuse had
undoubtedly slackened her holes quite a bit, "We need to electrocute you
more, if you survive." Said Iqbal pounding into Farah doggystyle, her
balloon tits dragging on the bloody and colorful tree stump surface. 
"Hmnn? Mommy can still squeeze cock you know." She said, focusing on
squeezing her son's cock in her vagina.  Feeling his mother's cunt clamp
down all around his cock, Iqbal slapped her ass as he fucked her even
harder, pulling back on her hair as he filled her up.

   Catching his breath after jizzing inside Farah, Iqbal walked over to the
weapons table.  There, amongst the multitudes of various instrument of
mutilation, the blue colored crowbar caught his eyes.  He picked it up and
felt the weight of the metal in his hands before walking back to his mother
who was waiting for him with a smile on her face.  "Ready to snuff mommy,
baby?" asked Farah looking at the crowbar in Iqbal's hands while licking
her lips.  He expected her to close her eyes as he raised the crowbar up
high and brought it down, instead, she kept her eyes open and locked with
Iqbal's.  It didn't take long for Iqbal to reduce her left balloon tit to a
bruised and tattered mess, with 4 tears in her tit leaking blood and a blue
colored dye.  Farah was shaking and crying profusely by this time but still
managed to keep a semblance of a smile on her agonized face.  "I think... I
think I am ok." She muttered, as Iqbal finished the tit destruction by
stabbing the middle of her tit with the forked end of the crowbar, blue
fluid sluggishly leaking out from around the crowbar sunk into her left
tit. A check from Janice confirmed it, the poison was in her right tit and
she had evaded death yet once again.

   Rakesh burst his mother, Shivika's tit right after Iqbal was done and
Farah was busy riding multiple cocks with great abandon.  Rakesh chose the
left tit and used a spiked mace to mangle it in 5 quick blows and just like
Farah, Shivika was lucky enough to miss the poison even if her left tit now
lay in tatters with orange dye flowing out of the multiple holes created by
the steel spikes.  They took a small break before the last event, eating
the snacks and refreshments bought over by Janice.  Up till then 3 people
had escaped death and only Nirmala had died, they chatted with each other
as they sat around the picnic table and it was nearly an hour, just a bit
before sunset, that they moved on to the last event.











   Standing in the middle of a track circle, Iqbal had time to properly
assess the implements strewn over a relatively small portion of the huge
grounds.  At the starting line of the circular track were more normal
obstacles including, hurdles, small climbing walls, monkey bars and towards
the latter half of the course were parts which were covered with much more
painful and dangerous obstacles with the likes of broken glass shards
covering the ground and the final stretch being covered with razor barb
wires.  "They will go one by one." Said Shivika, handing the boys the
paintball guns "and while you rip their bodies for your pleasures," she
said handing the final 5 kg weapon to Rakesh "you can hone your shooting
skills." She finished, kissing her son.  They decided upon the order by
having Ashok, Vinod and Sohaib aim at and shoot at Nirmala's dead body, the
proximity of their shots to the target drawn on her face being the measure
with which they decided upon the order of participation of their mothers.

   The first one on the track was Hasina, as a former athlete in high
school, she appeared confident despite being in a lot of pain because of
the burnt soles of her feet.  The boys were situated in the center of the
ground in middle of the circular track readying their paint guns, these
were some high end, gas powered paint guns with metal barbs embedded inside
the paintballs themselves, their earlier test/coin toss on Nirmala's body
had left deep bruises and some rips on the flesh.  They watched Hasina
stretch back, grabbing her ankles and stretching to limber up her abused
body.  She handed her glasses to Farah, before taking a stance at the
beginning of the course.  "START!" with that yell from Janice, Hasina shot
off like a bullet, running towards the first set of obstacles, and almost
simultaneously the boys had started shooting paintballs at her.  Her
ballooned up tits bounced up and down mesmerizingly as she jumped over the
series of hurdles, her form perfect, with almost none of the paintballs
seemingly reaching her, even with the state of her feet as they were. By
the time she reached the second set of obstacles, she had only received
about 5 or so shots on her body, marked in various color` with a dark red
center.  Once she reached the climbing wall she jumped almost immediately
loosing no momentum as she steadily pulled herself over the 30 mtr wall,
taking heavy fire from the paintballs as she did.  The side of her body
facing the audience at the center of the track was extensively covered by
all sorts of paint by the time she had made it past the wall.  After this
it was over to the monkey bars, the accumulated hits from the all the
shooting had started to show its effect by this part, she was still fast
but mostly limped/jogged forwards, bleeding from the multiple paint covered
punctures all over the body.  She jumped up and grabbed the monkey bars and
started to make her way over the nail filled ground below.  She was moving
fast, covering 4 bars with each swing of her arm and body, however it was
on the last bar where she faltered.  One of the paint bullets impacted the
exact spot on the metal bar where she was about to grab, causing her to
slip and fall.  She managed to plant her feet on a place clear of nails,
but couldn't stop her misbalanced body from falling forward, right on top
of her implanted mammaries.

   The resultant loud 'POP' was unmistakable to everybody present,
confirmed when Hasina got back up on shaky feet and both her tits were
sagging, indicating that she had popped them both and had already been
poisoned.  Trembling, the naked woman rushed over to the group who were
watching her engaged in various form of sexual acts with each other.  She
was breathing hard and fast, and was speaking very fast for someone who had
just run so much.  "Ohshit!  Oshit!  OshitOshitOshit!  Iam sosorryhoney
Iamsorry I didntsurvive." She said to Sohaib who was sporting the biggest
fucking hard on of his entire life.  Sohaib was smiling as he walked up to
his trembling and twitchy mother, when he got in range, he kicked her in
her abdomen, driving the wind out of her and making her fall to the ground.
Janice came over and after examining her, said "Cocaine, if I am not
mistaken, she could be tripping for half a day before she finally dies of
respiratory arrest," she told Sohaib who was mauling her milky breasts as
she said this.  Sohaib watched his mother trip for some time, there was no
need for him to burst her tit since she had done that herself, so he
watched...  as Hasina's pupil dilated completely and she started twisting,
turning and started scratching all over her body.

   Sohaib, with Iqbal's help, first beat Hasina, using kicks and punches
they made sure to mark nearly all of her paintball puckered skin with more
bruises and blotches.  Janice had informed them that in this case, it was
relatively much safer for them to touch and fuck her, so they did.  Sohaib
took her asshole as Iqbal fucked her throat both of them not worrying about
the weird twitching of her muscles, nor about the fact that her eyes were
roiling up into her head and foam appeared out of her cocksleeve of a
mouth. All this continued as the next participant, Rita, got ready for her
run, eyeing Hasina with a little disdain, perhaps, even jealousy?  Hasina
soon went into seizures, her damaged body buckling under the weight and
assault of her own son and her nephew.  Her brain had already started to
OD, which was no surprise, given the absolutely bonkers amount of cocaine
that was being absorbed from her ruptured implant into her bloodstream. 
But unrelenting, Sohaib kept fucking his seizing mother violently, blood
dripping out from around his cock due to the sheer force he used to fuck
her ass.

   Rita's run went slower but quite smoother, resigned to take the bullets,
she moved carefully focusing on protecting her face from the hailstorm
paintballs.  Her already slow pace came to a crawl towards the end of the
track, her body jerking painfully with each step that she took over the
path of broken glass, the final obstacle of the barbed wire was perhaps the
most difficult and painful.  Rita had to crawl underneath the field of
barbed wire within a height of 20 inches wide, this forced her to crawl
with her back forced up at the barbed wire so as to not pop her breasts by
accident.  Quite obviously, this left a canvas of lacerations on her
already paint splattered back, the screams ringing out providing sexual
entertainment for all the viewers who were watching her struggle
mesmerized. By the end of the whole ordeal she looked less like a human and
more like a sado-masochistic art exhibition, her slim paint colored body
lying in tatters, to the amusement of everyone present, including herself.
As the menagerie of paint, blood and tattered flesh that Vinod knew as his
mother limped over to him among a surrounding chorus of claps and cheers;
He felt his cock harden painfully despite being very worried about her. 
"Mom you need to rest the bleeding looks...  UUMMPH!??" she practically
jumped on top of her son, all her blood and paint smearing over his naked
body, she snuffed out his words of concerns by kissing him and riding his
hard erection cowgirl.  All this while Iqbal and Sohaib finished using
Hasina as their punching bag with Farah holding her cousin's hand behind
her as they did.

   The last person left was Shweta, she seemed to be the one most scared of
all the moms, she had always been into filthy stuff like scat more than she
ever had been into pain, but she knew that she didn't want to ruin
everyone's, especially her son Ashok's, fun.  She tried to move faster than
Rita, but that soon stopped after she had suffered her 3rd fall, she limped
the rest of the way through, taking a particularly long time under the
razor wires as she became unable to move there in the middle, just
shrieking and crying, stuck in place.  the boys motivated her by
concentrating fire over her tits, motivating her to rip her chubby dark
flesh further and complete the course.

   She knew that she didn't beat Rita, she knew that the moment she got
stuck.  With Hasina having self tit-busted, she was the final one on the
block that day.  She was sobbing as the survivors and the winner, Rita,
surrounded her around the tree stump.  Her son, Ashok knelt down beside her
and started making out with her, making sure to caress the lacerations on
her back very intimately.  He deepthroated her hard enough to make her
bleed from her throat, causing her to vomit all over the stump-table. 
Shweta pissed herself when Ashok returned from the weapon table carrying a
hammer, he made her suck on the cruel looking metallic head of the hammer,
before pulling it out of her mouth and taking aim at her right tit.  Within
5 minutes of Ashok going crazy with the hammer over his mother's right tit,
he had completely decimated the dark brown flesh bag and with that, a black
color dye flowed freely from the remains.

   It was within a few minutes that the most anguish filled scream escaped
the ravaged woman's lips.  The attendees looked on in wonder, as her arms,
fingers and foot started to go taut and bend weirdly.  Within 5 minutes,
she was bent backwards, limbs bent in all sorts of ungodly manners, her
face locked in an extreme grimace of pain with even her vocal cords
paralyzed locking her in a voiceless scream.  "Mmmnnn strychnine... 
nothing more painful." said Shivika, looking closely at Shweta's incredibly
painful expression with an expression of utmost lust.  They made Hasina,
who was drifting in and out consciousness, give the dying Shweta a cunt
licking, which was very hard for the woman as half her face was drooping
and her tongue deviated to the left.  It was hard to say whether Hasina
actually realized that she was being serviced, given the fact that her
entire body was now paralyzed, and contorted like a warped piece of metal.
It wasn't long till her breathing ceased completely and her eyes glassed
over, her muscles still painfully locked in their tortured tetanized state.
The survivors and the boys were all happy at the outcome of the party,
Shivika gifted all the boys a complimentary slave from their farms, which
Vinod and Iqbal politely refused.  As they were about to leave, Sohaib, who
had his arms around the waist of a fresh red headed slave asked Shivika "So
what should we do with her?" motioning at his mother who was sitting with
her back on the wall, her eyes and world out of focus, tongue hanging out
of the corner of her misshapen face with a stream of spit dripping out of
the corner.  "It looks like she's had a stroke," said Janice all 3 of them
looking at her, "even if she does manage to pull through she will
definitely have brain damage." She finished, looking carefully at Sohaib,
"It says here I can snuff my old cunt myself if I so choose?" he asked
looking at the waiver signed by Hasina prior to the games.  "I~ have~ an~
idea~" said Shivika, looking mischievously at Hasina.

   They attached a plastic cone at the base of Hasina's neck, it reached up
till her mouth, with the narrow part forming a seal at the bottom.  They
then tied her by her wrists and stood her up straight.  She didn't react,
even when Sohaib filled the cone with petrol submersing half her face up
till her mouth with the ultra-flammable liquid, "Bura na mano maa," said
Sohaib grinning like a maniac, he lit a match before flicking it onto her
gasoline soaked head, setting an inferno on his brain damaged mother's head
while he fucked her bouncy ass doggystyle for the last time in her life,
"HOLI HAAAAAI!"







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