Option Two: the Edwardian Proposal

This is a work of total fiction and sci-fi fantasy. I don't condone the mistreatment of adults or children. All names are fictitious and any similarity to a real person is coincidence. Jill V. Crokett

Option Two: the Edwardian Proposal by Jill Crokett

(copyright 2004, Jillian Victoria Crokett)

Chapter Four

The Stage

Lawrence began innocently enough, asking the two women simple questions. How old were they? Where were they born? Where do they live? Where they Married? How many children did they have? The questions were basic, easy to answer, and the buzzer never sounded, neither from delay in answering or from a false answer. But 38-year-old Mary, in her maternal looking one-piece bathing suit, and 36-year-old sister Beth, in her classic bikini, were obviously nervous as their chests raised and lowered with each anxious breath. The impressions of Mary's large, erect nipples were clearly visible through the top of the one-piece and they could be seen to move with her breathing even though she stood at attention before her interrogator. The padded cups of Beth's bikini top did not afford such a view.

Both sisters had remembered to rephrase their answers in complete sentences, and everything had gone well until the questions suddenly turned intimately personal.

"Mary, do you ever masturbate, and if so, where and how often?"

Mary was silent for several long seconds as he she glanced toward the booth where her 16-year-old son Ron and her 14-year-old daughter Meg peered out from behind the glass. As tears built up in her eyes, an eerie buzzing sound began to echo throughout the auditorium.

"Yes sir, I masturbate uh, about uh, several times a month, usually using a shower massager" she answered nervously as the buzzer stopped, remembering to phrase the answer in a complete statement.

"So then, you enjoy masturbating in the shower, do you? What do you like to fantasize about when you masturbate, Mary? Please, share with the audience your favorite sexual fantasy" Lawrence commanded.

Mary, remembering the lie detector, now began to tear-up silently, her lower lip quivering at the buzzing sound which once again began to build.

"When I, I masturbate, sir I, uh, fantasize that, I, I'm in the shower with my brother-in-law Tray and uh, I look up and see my son Ron" she answered as the buzzer stopped and a tear dripped down onto her dark blue swimsuit.

"Mary, that last buzzer came awful close to the whistle. I'll give you no further verbal warnings, do you understand?"

"Yes Mr. Lawrence" she replied like a soldier.

"Mary" Lawrence continued, this time stepping closely behind her and posing himself as if he were about to whisper in her ear "tell us what Tray and Ron are doing in your masturbation fantasy."

Responding quickly but haltingly through tears, Mary humiliatingly chimed "in, in muh, my fantasy I'm uh, bent over in the shower and mm, muh, my brother-in-law, uh, my sister's husband, he, he's fuh, fuh, fucking me from behind. Then I um, I look up and see my son Ron watching us through the glass stall." Glancing at her son, Mary begins to break down, adding "and um, I watch Ron as he, he strips down naked and joins us in the shower."

Mary stops, hanging her head down to weep aloud.

Lawrence is silent for a moment or two, not questioning her further. He then commands "Guards, bring that tall blond boy out on stage."

16-year-old Ron appeared on-stage looking the stereotypical surfer-boy; thin, tall, ripple-chested, long-curly-haired, shirtless, wearing only baggy, shiny-black swim trunks. Lawrence took Mary by the shoulders turned her sideways, forcing her to face her son.

Rhetorically quizzing the audience, Lawrence announced "Do you think a 16-year-old boy would get an erection if we stripped his mother naked in front of him?" The Edwardian audience, all mumbling to one another, hummed with excitement.

Standing behind her, Lawrence worked his index fingers under each of the wide shoulder straps of Mary's modest lifeguard-style swimsuit. Laterally pulling the shoulder straps open, Lawrence stretched the suit's neckline tightly down over her shoulders and down her upper arms, exposing the deep cleavage of her upper chest. He then grabbed the front of the swimsuit with one hand and jerked it down as Mary's white breasts popped out before her teenage son's eyes. She had huge, fleshy nipples which were fully erect with anticipation. They heaved up and down with each anxious breath as Laurence continued to pull the suit down to her navel, one-at-a-time lifting her arms out of it. Mary now stood in front of her son stripped to the waist.

As Ron gazed at his mother's large pendulous breasts, Lawrence stood behind her and commanded "Mary, lift your arms up over your head."

As she obediently complied with a "yes sir", Mary raised her arms in submission as Lawrence reached around her and cupped her breasts from behind. The master of ceremonies then lifted each breast by the nipples and toyed with them, using the huge nipples to jiggle the heavy white breasts in front of her now embarrassingly red-faced son. As Ron stared at his mother's creamy, full-figured torso, her pelvis still wrapped in the tight, dark-blue swimsuit, his chest pounded with youthful anticipation.

Releasing Mary's breasts, Lawrence squatted down behind her as he slid his hands down her abdomen, his fingers griping the bottom half of the swimsuit from the inside. Tugging the elastic fabric over her wide, full figured hips and buttocks, Lawrence stripped the 38-year-old divorcee completely naked. As the maternal-looking suit dropped to the floor, Ron's eyes could not help but glance down at his mother's neatly trimmed brunette bush, which faintly revealed the hidden vertical slit of her femininity beneath short dark curls.

"Mary, step forward and kneel in front of your son." Lawrence ordered as her eyes anxiously opened wide.

As Mary reluctantly complied, Ron nervously avoided eye contact with her.

"Ron, put your hands behind your back."

"Yes sir" answered the 16-year-old as his mother, nervously quivering, knelt in front of him, a tear dripping off her nose.

As Beth, Hal, and the girls all looked on in anxious anticipation, Lawrence ordered "Mary, pull down your son's swimsuit."

Through a face contorted to cry, Mary barely answered "Yes sir." As tears of resignation dripped down onto her bare breasts, the 38-year-old mom obediently undid the drawstring of Ron's swimsuit. She then reached her arms around his waist and slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of her teenage son's swim trunks, tugging them down, exposing his tight, athletic, un-tanned butt cheeks. She then slid her fingers around the front of the waistband and firmly pulled it toward her, drawing it down. As her did a swollen, glisteningly smooth, erect penis sprang up out of the black cloth, momentarily brushing Mary's jaw and causing her to blush a deep red hue. As she obediently dropped Ron's trunks to his ankles, Lawrence spoke firmly.

"Mary, I'm only going to tell you this once, and I there must be full compliance. Any failure on your part and I will begin bayoneting all of you, beginning with your daughter. Do you understand?"

Mary only nodded affirmatively, her tear-streaked expression twisted in humiliation.

"Mary, I want you to put the head of your son's cock in your mouth and I want you to suck on it. Do this while you fondle his balls with one hand and stroke his shaft with the other. Do you understand?"

Mary tearfully nodded yes, her lower lip quivering, as she made eye contact with Lawrence, silently pleading to him for mercy.

"Yes Mary, I want you to suck Ron's dick until he comes in your mouth. And then I want you swallow his come, every single drop of it. One drop on the floor Mary and it's over with, for all of you, do you understand?"

Through tears Mary quietly answered "yes sir" as she lifted her son's balls with her left hand, causing his erect penis to point toward her mouth. As she reluctantly held Ron's rigid shaft with her right fingers, she looked like a child forced to eat raw liver as her lips slowly enveloped the swollen head of his penis. With her left fingertips Mary gently stroked Ron's balls while her tongue traversed the sensitive underside of his glans, all in an attempt to expedite the act's completion.

Mary's wish was quickly granted as 60 seconds later the teenager faintly convulsed in a trembling, standing orgasm as his salty, warm ejaculate rapidly squirted over and over again into his mother's mouth. Mary firmly clasped her son's shaft with her lips as she repeated swallowed with every few squirts for fear of the slippery ejaculate leaking onto the floor. Her clamping lips did not releasing Ron's cock his until his last orgasmic spasm subsided and she had obediently swallowed his last drop of come.

When his mother had completed her sex act on him, Ron was led naked back to the booth to rejoin his clothed cousins and sister, his face beet-red with shame and embarrassment.

As a humiliated Mary was instructed to once again stand and face the audience, Lawrence walked over to Beth, still in shock from just having witnessed her sister perform fellatio on her own son.

Beth stood in contrast to Mary. She was almost half-a-foot shorter than her sister and looked athletically fit and trim in her classic light-metallic-blue bikini. As Lawrence stood next to Beth he was quite direct as he quickly drew the audience's attention away from Mary.

"Beth, tell us, in some detail, about your husband Tray's sexual preferences; his favorite sexual positions, what he enjoys doing in bed, and so forth" Lawrence inquired.

Beth, nervously glancing at her children through the glass, hesitated. Hearing the buzzer she replied "well, um, when we make um, love, my um, husband Tray, he uh, enjoys putting my legs up his shoulders and uh, fucking me hard." As she said 'fucking me hard', Beth's face twisted up and she began to cry softly. Through her tears she continued "he, he also likes to spread my legs and um, place the bottoms of my feet on his chest so um, so my knees are, are pushed up to my armpits, and, and he likes it really hard in that position. He likes to make me, uh, scream while he's, he's doing that." She was silent for a few seconds as the buzzer began, and she then continued "Sometimes he just wants me to kneel, kneel submissively between his legs and, and give him a bluh, blow job while he sits in a comfortable chair."

There was more silence as Beth fought back tears, and once again had to fight off the dreaded buzzer.

Resuming, her voice cracked "Tray wants a, a submissive wife. He wants my, my pussy shaved." "I, I love him very much" she added as she burst into tears. The moved audience of Edwardians broke into a faint applause in acknowledgement of her frankness.

"Beth, thank you very much for sharing that with us" Lawrence announced in faux appreciation as he then walked directly in front of her. Facing Beth he gently slid both of his index fingers under the shoulder straps of her bikini.

As Laurence stared directly into Beth's eyes and gently stroked her shoulders with his fingertips, he instructed the guards to bring her 15-year-old son from the booth.

"Beth" he proclaimed looking straight at her "I'm going to strip you naked in front of Hal." The 36-year-old housewife and mother only looked down at the floor and wept silently, her head slightly quivering.

As Hal was brought on stage in front of his mother, Laurence stepped behind her and commanded "Beth, put your arms straight up over your head." As she complied he stepped behind her and unhooked her bikini top. He then reached from behind and slid both hands up under her padded cups, fingering her nipples between his thumb and index finger as her son watched. Lifting the top up over her head, Lawrence revealed small, firm white breasts topped with dark nipples and highlighted by tan lines; the flatness of her tits accentuated by the position of her up stretched arms.

Lawrence slid his hands down across Beth's tight belly and into the elastic band of her bikini bottom. As he probed her femininity with his fingers he pulled Beth tight against his pelvis, her arms still submissively overhead. With her breathing becoming heavier as her teenage son looked on, Lawrence stroked Beth's clit beneath the bikini. The smoothness of her Mons Venus revealed to him that the housewife's pussy had recently been clean-shaved.

Without pulling down her bikini bottom, Lawrence loudly inquired "Beth when did you last shave your pussy?"

Remembering to answer in a complete sentence, yet hesitating in front of her teenage son, Beth tearily replied "I was shaved down there two days ago, by my husband."

"Tell us the facts Beth, where did this happen, and why did he do it" Lawrence interrogated.

"Sir, it took place at uh, a hotel near my husband's office. We met there over his lunch hour on Tuesday. He stripped me and had me lie on a towel on the edge of the bed. Then he, he shaved me."

"And what did your husband do after he shaved you, Beth?"

Beth stared at her son in front of her and then glanced toward her daughter in the booth. As the buzzer began to sound, Beth started to cry again. Through tears she spoke as the buzzer stopped.

"After my husband shaved me, he, he knelt at the edge of the bed and, and sucked my clitoris until I um, until I had an orgasm. I had a strong orgasm. Then he got up on the bed and put my legs up over his shoulders and fucked me hard, uh, until I screamed."

Beth dropped her head down and wept. As she did, Lawrence quickly stripped her bikini bottom down to her ankles, exposing her clean-shaved feminine crack to her son.

As young Hal looked on, Lawrence asked Beth to tell the audience all about the first time her pussy was ever shaved. He added "Tell us every little detail Beth, including when, where, and by whom."

"The first time I was shaved, you know, down there, was just before my, my son was born" she said looking up at him. "I um, I had gone into labor and my husband took me to the hospital. When we got there a nurse shaved me to um, you know, get me ready for the doctor."

As Beth finished, her eyes open frighteningly wide as the buzzer sounded in disapproval.

Remembering to be truthful, she quickly added "Oh uh, I, I uh forgot, I was shaved once before that, uh, when I was sixteen" as her eyes, welling with tears, glanced over to the glass booth, catching the gaze of her 13-year-old daughter Brittany.

"Um, you see I, I got pregnant by my um, my boyfriend in high school. My, my mother took me to her gynecologist and, and pleaded for him to give me an abortion."

Beth stopped speaking as her face wrinkled up as she broke into tears.

"He was a grey-hair old man. I was afraid and, and I asked him if my mother could stay with me. He said that was fine. As he went to leave the room he looked at my mom and said that his nurse would be in to prep me in a few minutes. I, I asked my mother what that meant, and she said they were going to shave me."

Beth sobbed as she struggled to continue.

"I told her that I didn't want them to do that, and, and she just sort of laughed and said that, that being shaved for your doctor was part of being a woman. She told me she had been shaved completely for her doctor on a number of different occasions. The nurse came in and made me strip and then she gave me a short gown that only came down to my waist. My mom and the nurse both laughed when I ask for a longer one. My mom stayed in the room and watched the nurse shave me. My pussy wasn't shaved again until five years later, when Hal was born."

As Beth hung her head and cried, Lawrence walked up and whispered something into the nude 36-year-old mother's ear.

"Please don't make me, oh God please, I, I can't" Beth pleaded as Lawrence repeated himself aloud, commanding the trim brunette to kneel in front of her son and pull his bathing suit down to his ankles.

As the faint buzzer became louder, two guards standing in the shadows approached Beth, fixed bayonets in hand. As they did, the reluctant Beth obediently knelt in front of her skinny, dark-haired son and pulled his trunks down to his ankles, exposing a rigid young phallus with black hair adorning its base.

"Beth, I want you put the head of Hal's dick in your mouth and suck it, suck it just like you suck his daddy's dick. And Beth, when Hal squirts, when he comes, I want you to pull back, with your mouth wide open, so our guests can see him squirt in his mom's mouth."

Beth complied, sucking her 15-year-old's phallus through sobs, her face contorted in humiliation and grief. As she felt Hal tense to orgasm, Beth obediently released his cock from the grasp of her lips and moved her opened mouth several inches back in anticipation of receiving his ejaculate, just as she had been instructed. Much to Beth's reprieve it had taken the sexually excited teen only 40 seconds to come. She continued to stroke him as load after load squirted into her wide-open oral target.

As she knelt with a mouthful of salty, warm ejaculate, Lawrence ordered Beth to turn toward the audience and humiliatingly swallow the product of her teenage son's first sexual encounter. As she complied with his order, her son Hal was led back to the glass booth.

Once Beth was again stood up next to her sister, Lawrence ordered the guards to bring 14-year-old Meg, still in a two-piece swimsuit, and her nude brother Ron out on stage. Lawrence had Meg line up with her aunt and mom; the three females facing Ron. Lawrence reminded the young girl of the consequences should she disobey.

16-year-old Ron now had a full frontal view of his naked, full figured mom, his trim, toned, and shaved aunt, and his bikini-clad younger sister. As the embarrassed boy stared at his naked Aunt Beth's girl-like shaved pussy slit, a partial erection began to slowly grow before the females' eyes.

Lawrence ordered 14-year-old Meg to stand in front of her nude brother. As she hesitated, the faint buzzer sound was once again heard. As the girl complied, Lawrence ordered her to put your hands up over her head.

"Strip her, Ron" he demanded as the teen's phallus grew to a full attention, embarrassingly pointing upward with a slight banana curve. As Ron bent over and pulled his sister's bikini bottom down to her ankles, the girl began to cry softly.

"Be strong honey, be strong for us, OK?" Mary offered in reassurance to the nervous 14-year-old, as her round, girlish white bottom was now bare for all to see. As Mary spoke Lawrence stepped behind her daughter and quickly unhooked her top, pulling it up off her arms and exposing her firm, small cones topped with the swollen areola of a developing girl. As Ron awkwardly stepped back from his sister, the view between her legs revealed a surprisingly thick, dark bush.

As Meg, naked and ashamed in front of her brother, cried aloud, guards carried a heavy, six-inch-high platform, about the size of a small bed, onto the stage and placed it on the floor next to her. As the girl glanced down she saw that the top of the low platform was upholstered with a black, thin cushion layer and had something that looked like leather shackles and numerous leather belts attached to it.

"Ron" Lawrence interrogated, "have you every fucked a girl?"

As he looked at his crying, naked sister, the frightened teen answered "No sir."

As Mary cried softly, Lawrence instructed the 16-year-old to kneel on the platform with his chest down, his butt up, and his knees spread slightly. He then ordered Beth to kneel behind him, spread his butt cheeks wide-open with her fingers, and lick her nephew's anus. Through tears she complied as her sister looked on. No buzzer sounded.

"How much longer will this nightmare go on" Beth asked herself as she obediently licked Ron's tight, athletic butt, all while his erection grew even harder, dripping with pre-come.

"That's enough" Lawrence interjected as he saw that the boy was about to come from the ass-eating. He than ordered both aunt and nephew up off the strange platform.

Mary cried "No, God please no, no" as Lawrence ordered the guards to strap 14-year-old Meg down onto the platform face up, with her arms out spread firmly to the corners and her ankles bizarrely strapped into the cuffs at just above each side of her head. All this was accomplished through an array of leather cuffs, straps, and buckles. The 14-year-old girl's knees were then strapped in a slightly bent position to each side of her torso by straps attached to the sides of the platform. In this position the girl's femininity was no longer hidden by her soft brown pubic fur.

"Ron, fuck your sister" Lawrence commanded as Mary began to hysterically scream "No."

Meg moaned aloud as her brother's drippingly lubricated glans pushed forcefully against the introit of her pussy, her restrained fingers clawing at the sides of the padded platform. Meg angst aloud as her brother's rigid, lubed phallus raped itself deep against her young cervix. Fortunately for Meg it only took Ron a few deep strokes into her virginally tight vagina before he shook violently, emptying his load inside his sister. As he laid there breathing heavy, still rigid inside her, guards began to unstrap Meg.

As guards moved the siblings back to the booth, Lawrence announced "I'm finished with the children. Take all of them to a holding room."

As the guards led all four teenagers offstage to a windowless room, Beth and Mary remained on stage, both standing naked before the platform. Lawrence addressed them and the audience as one.

"The Edwardians have done extensive research on the physical nature of humans. Do you know that, as a general population, females in Germany have, overall, the largest breasts on earth? Do you know what else they have discovered? The men in the African region of Ghana have, overall speaking, the largest, thickest penises on earth."

As Lawrence spoke a door opened and four unescorted, extremely dark skinned, muscular African men walked on stage, making their entrance with a swagger of confidence. They were naked, and their dark chocolate skin shined as if it had been polished. Each of the Africans was over six-foot tall, and each had a single distinguishing feature that commanded the sisters' attention. These human employees, who worked as highly paid entertainers on Edo, had been pharmacologically stimulated into full erection. Unbelievably huge erections at that. The result was breathtaking.

As he spoke Beth's face began to frighteningly screw up in anxious anticipation, her breathing once again becoming rapid.

"Strap Beth down" was Lawrence's short command before he continued "then take Mary and her son Ron to a prep room and give them both a mineral oil high colonic, and then bring them back on stage."

As the heavier, naked Mary was led away, Beth was strapped down to the platform in the same position as Meg had been. Her knees were strapped down bent at her sides with her thighs wide open. Her ankles were then cuffed and strapped tightly above her head about one foot apart from each another. Strapped into this position her shaved labial lips were completely spread open.

As the first African knelt before her spread pelvis and aligned his thick, rigid, chemically augmented rape-tool with her shaved pussy, Lawrence decreed "Fuck her as deep as you can, as hard as you can, and as fast as you can, for as long as you can. Do you understand 'Oh-mooh-boo'?

As the Ghanan grunted affirmatively, Beth screamed at the top of her lungs as his massive black, lightly lubricated cock slid all the way to her cervix on the first down stroke. As the building rhythm of his massive tool repeatedly penetrated the soul of her womanhood, Beth broke down crying like a baby as her face flailed from right to left; the fingers of her restrained hands digging in to leather straps.

As the African's thick phallus pumped her femininity, Beth was somewhat reminded of what it was like to give birth. As he continued to stroke his full length deep inside her, Lawrence offered no consolation as he leaned down and in a faux whisper said "Ohmubu can go on for hours, honey."

Though he had not come yet, Lawrence ordered the now glistening with sweating but still erect Ohmubu up off of Beth and ordered the next hugely hung African to resume her rape.

30 minutes had passed and the a third African was now deeply impaling the strapped down, crying, and pussy-sore 36-year-old mom. As he raped Beth a stage door opened and Mary and Ron were escorted back into the lights. As they reentered the stage Lawrence ordered the third African up off of Beth. The pussy-pounded, log-raped mom could barely stand as she was unstrapped and taken off-stage to a secluded room.

As the guards physically carried Beth offstage, Lawrence ordered that Mary be strapped down on the platform in the exact same position as Beth and Meg had been. As the heavy, 38-year-old woman's legs were spread wide and her knees were pulled up and strapped beside her, the area around her now-spread butt cheeks and anus clearly shined with the signs of recent lubrication. Mary was firmly strapped down with the harness, the ankles of her thick legs secured tightly up near her ears.

As Mary was fastened securely 'heels-over-head' to the rape-board, a heavy sawhorse-like leather covered bench was carried on stage by two guards. The bottoms of each of the four legs of the bench had restrained cuffs securely attached, and each leg also had leather restrained straps halfway up.

"Strap Ron to the horse" Lawrence barked, "and quickly, I don't want my Ghanan's losing their erections."

As the tough 16-year-old began to plead to his mother, his bare, white bottom was bent over the horse as his wrists were shackled near the floor on one side while his ankles were spread and shackled to the bottom of the legs on the other side. Individual leather belts were then strapped around Ron's knees, spreading them and firmly securing them to the back legs of the bench. As his knees were strapped apart, guards used medical tape to tape open his butt cheeks, revealing the shiny evidence of his recent lubricating enema.

Tension mounted in the auditorium as, without verbal order from Lawrence, an African with a huge erection walked up behind Ron. Grabbing the surfer's long, curly blond hair he began to force the head of his huge black cock into the teenager's tight, white ass. As The African persistently worked the glans of his massive manhood against the anal barrier, eventually opening it up as he slid his fist-like tool all the way into the pre-lubricated rectum as the boy screamed for mercy.

Ron cried like a child as his ass was thunderously raped by the hung African while he lay helplessly bent over the horse.

Mary, now strapped down in total submission, wept in sympathy for son as another African knelt at her pelvis and pushed against her somewhat less resistant asshole. Hovering over Mary's bent form with his knees and elbows locked straight, the muscular black man appeared to be preparing to do push-ups as he positioned himself to enter her rectum. Mary moaned aloud as the massive black log made its way forward along her mineral-oil-slick rectum. As his first slow, deep strokes built up to a pounding rhythm, Mary screamed and cried from the humiliation in pain of the anal rape, all as her son echoed her angst.

As the first two Africans emptied their loads deep inside the mother and son, the other two, still fully erect, took their positions and continued the anal rapes. They too soon spent themselves against the background of screaming. When they finished, Ron and Mary were unharnessed from their humiliating restraints and Lawrence ordered that Ron be taken to the holding room with the others. As Ron was led out with an antalgic gait, the platform and horse were removed and Lawrence called for Beth to be returned to the stage.

As come dripped from Mary's stretched anus, Beth could clearly see that her sister had been placed through an ordeal far worse than her own vaginal rape. As the sisters were stood up next to one another and turned to face the audience, Lawrence instructed them to raise their hands above their heads once again. As the naked, raped mothers and sisters stood in total submission, Lawrence prepared to deliver the audience's verdict.

"Ladies, I have received the decision of your witnesses with regard to your future disposition here on Edo. First, let me say that our Edwardian audience today believed you and you children were, overall, truthful and compliance, and they have decided to grant one of you, as well as all four of your children, total amnesty so that you may be teleported back to earth this evening."

The sisters appeared tremendously relieved, but at the same time anxious, for they knew that the final fate of one of them was now to be learned.

"Just as the conditions of your possible amnesty were explained to you before your submission began, one of you has been chosen for slaughter, which shall take place today."

Mary's face knotted in an expression of hopeless anxiety as Lawrence's eyes turn toward her.

"Mary" he stated in the clear, calm voice as he addressed the nude, surrendering 38-year-old "the Edwardians have chosen you to be slaughtered for their feast tonight."

As Beth's eyes welled up with tears at hearing the fate of her lifelong friend and sister, Mary, tears also running down her cheeks, felt strangely relieved knowing that the nightmarish ordeal was coming to an end. She believed that her generous sister deserved the reprieve, and she was strangely comforted in knowing that at least her children would be spared, safe in the care of Beth and Tray.

"Mary, it is important for you to know that the others will not be teleported to New Zealand until you have fully cooperated with the Edwardians, right up to the moment of your death. Once again, if you resist or are uncooperative in any way, the rest will also lose their lives. If you cooperate, your sister and the children will be teleported at the moment of your death. Do you understand fully?

Mary was angrily overcome by a sense of betrayal as she heard Lawrence speak words. She had previously understood that she or her sister, along with the four kids, would be teleported safely to New Zealand as soon as they had finished participating compliantly in the show for the Edwardian businessmen. She kept her mouth shut, not wishing to show her anger toward her heinous captors, but she silently seethed at the thought that she would be required to continue pleasing her sick masters until her final moment. But she knew she had no choice; the lives of her two children depended on it.

As Beth was led offstage to a holding room, Mary remained facing the audience with her arms stretched overhead.

"Mary, in order to prepare you for slaughter, all of your body hair will be completely removed." Lawrence then instructed her to sit in a small folding chair which had been placed at center stage.

Mary had expected more advanced technology than simple electric barber clippers as a technician removed her short, straight, dark brown hair. Dark strands fell to the floor in clumps revealing a soldier-like, white scalp. As the technician prepared her scalp, two other technicians set up what looked like a massage table on the stage. Next to it a cart on wheels had a tray on the top which contained regular, earth-like shaving implements.

Once her head was clipped down to a crew cut the cart was wheeled over to her chair and one of the technicians began shaving Mary's head. After her head was smooth as a bowling ball Mary was led over to the portable table and instructed to lie on her back with her butt hanging halfway off the end, facing the audience. As two technicians stood to each side holding her legs apart, a third technician between her legs proceeded to clean shave the full figured 38-year-old's dark-haired pussy. As they did Mary noticed that the 150 or so businessmen in the audience rose up and began to file out of the auditorium.

"Once she's completely shaved, and I mean her whole body; arms, legs, every crack, bring her into the banquet hall" Lawrence instructed to the guards as he left the stage.

Continued in Chapter Five "The Live Slaughter"