Fantasy Snuff club

[neerathemall]

Carrie squirmed uncomfortably in the chair she was secured to as the water began to rise all around her. Both of her holes were fully impaled with metal posts. A large audience looked in on her through the glass.

A short distance away, her mother Cassandra hung strapped to the impalement cross. Her arms and legs were spread wide on the large X. The club’s co-owner Mr. Rick was fucking her cunt as an ominous metal pole filled her anus.

Carrie trembled from a perverse arousal as she looked over at her mother. She could tell some of the spectators were more interested in the impalement proceedings than her own impending drowning. But she couldn’t really blame them. Two snuff sluts on the Entertainment stage meant one had a choice over which visual stimuli they wanted to enjoy more.

The ring gag between her lips forced her mouth open. There was no way she was going to be able to keep the water out once it rose high enough. All she could do was grunt and drool as she kept clenching around the metal posts impaled up her ass and cunt.

How long would it take for her to drown? For that matter, how long would it take until her mother was fully impaled? Which one of them would be the first to go?

Carrie experienced a perverse thrill as she looked out at the spectators. Mistress Chastity and Mistress Am sat together on a comfortable sofa. It looked like Am had the remote to her chair.

Was it plugged in? Would it electrify her? Wouldn’t that electrocute her with all the water inside the tank?

Mistress Am’s thumb hovered over a button as she gave Carrie a knowing smile. Then the thumb came down. Carrie cried out as fire filled her holes the very moment the water reached her lap.