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Rachel sighed, pouring herself another glass of wine and setting the emptied bottle aside. She scowled at the deep red liquid, wishing once again that there had been anything stronger and preferably less reminiscent of blood in the house. "You know, this sort of thing is why everyone hates genies." Rachel mused, taking a hearty swig and savoring the tactile sensation of the full bodied wine tumbling down her throat. "Why can't they just give you what you want? Why do they always have to be a cheeky shit about it? Twisting everything you say when they know exactly what you mean?" Rachel lamented, flopping down on the table and taking a deep sniff of her pungent drink. When she was satisfied she'd committed the scent to memory, she turned to the sex-slicked severed head of her former roommate with benefits, resting on a dinner plate beside her and still wearing the same orgasmic expression she'd had at the moment of her beheading. "And THIS kind of thing is why everyone hates you, Sierra." Rachel finished, distastefully poking the head she'd finished on.
"I was just trying to make this more... I dunno, festive?" Sierra answered, shrugging her broad shoulders. "It was creepy, Sandy's old head just lying on the ground. Besides, somebody could've tripped on it!"
"As if it matters." Rachel said. "We're immortal, now. We can't be hurt!"
"Our BODIES are immortal, remember?" Sierra said, cocking her head towards Sandy's decapitated body, which was currently naked and rubbing itself against Sierra's body, ominously and provocatively massaging her neck and shoulders in a clear foreshadowing of things to come. "You wished for us to be ageless, immortal, and indestructible in body, mind, and soul. But our heads-"
"Still age and die." Rachel interrupted, turning her face away on instinct to hide the fresh scar on her left cheek. It had been their second clue that they'd been tricked, their first being a year old photo that, on close investigation, showed Sandy with one less wrinkle on her forehead.
"And so long as these mortal heads are attached to us?" Sierra prompted.
Rachel threw her soon to be severed head back and groaned "Yeah yeah! We're still aging and can die, I get it! But I still don't understand why you're so insistent we do... this!" She said, nearly throwing her wine at Sandy's headless figure as she motioned towards her. "We're still in our prime! We could keep our heads a few more years!"
"Well, I'm afraid the 'keep our heads' ship has sailed. Wouldn't exactly be fair to our gal pal here, backing out now." Sierra said, leaning over and kissing Sandy's neck stump, sending a shiver of excitement down her spine and a shiver of disgust down Rachel's. "Besides, you said it yourself. We're in our primes! And I for one want to spend eternity at my best!" Sierra said, shrugging the headless groper off her shoulder and taking a step towards Rachel.
Rachel sighed, conceding, and watched Sandy's decapitated body step past Sierra and saunter up to her. She had no idea how it saw or heard things, though she supposed she'd find out soon. "So... it's my turn, then?"
"We did draw straws." Sierra said, hefting the heavy ax off of her shoulder. "Whenever you're ready, please assume the position."
"Right..." Rachel said, downing her wine in a long, slow sip. It would be the second to last thing she'd ever taste. Tossing the glass aside, smiling as it shattered and Sierra scowled, Rachel rotated herself fully into the center of the dining room table. Hiking up her short dress, exposing a commando crotch still slick with the same fluids on Sandy's face, Rachel brought that face in for a long, deep kiss, then lowered it between her legs as she lowered herself to the table. Her head and neck hung clear over the table's side, giving Sierra a clear shot and leaving Rachel at the perfect height to look up and admire Sandy's cutely trimmed cunt, the underside of her fat tits, and the emptiness over her shoulders. She rocked the look, all things considered, and Rachel hoped she could pull it off half as well.
Sandy stepped forward and gave Rachel a much closer view, the second of the soon to be beheaded trio licking away obligingly as she rocked Sandy's head vigorously against herself. Funny enough, dying didn't seem to have made the head any worst at giving head, her big nose and fat tongue wonderful toys even without a will to animate them. Maybe the girls could find some way to preserve these, as toys? She'd hate to lose such cute faces, especially her own.
"You know this ax is kinda heavy. You about ready?" Sierra asked, breaking Rachel's concentration. While her view from between Sandy's legs was obstructed, she could make out a shadow to her right, and could safely assume Sierra was in the same position she'd taken last time. Ax raised and ready to come crashing through Rachel's slender neck just as it had Sandy's.
Rachel leaned away just far enough and long enough to say "You have to remember I'm having seconds, here. It's going to take a little longer than last time. I'll smack the table twice when I'm ready to go." before Sandy grabbed the back of her head and impatiently shoved her back into her muff.
"Heh, alright, I'll wait. But you owe me! When it's my turn, I'll be using your head to give me the business!" Sierra said, resting the weapon on her shoulder while Rachel enjoyed her last meal.
Rachel gave a quick thumbs up, and to Sierra's giggling delight, she picked up the pace with Sandy's head. Seems she couldn't wait to see herself used.