Chapter 16

Summer – 2082 a.d.

The Last Day

Béla awoke in her quarters. She wasn't sure how she got there, but Beth wasn't there and that side of the bed was cold. Béla was starving from regenerating after yesterday's grueling games, so she got up and staggered unsteadily over to the cooler. As she picked out several pieces of fruit and noticed there were no meat packs (Damn! Beth must have eaten the last one), she remembered the fun she and her sister had throwing hatchets and knives at each other.

It all started yesterday (was it morning?) when they woke up after having dream-walked to earth and found this really neat sporting goods store, with hunting and throwing knives and a nice supply of little axes, all of these complete with their own leather carrying pouches.

After scarfing an armful each of those sharp little beauties, they dropped their pilfered goods off in the arborium, then woke up their bodies in their quarters and physically teleported down to play.

It started with Béla throwing a knife and getting her sister right in the butt cheek, and ended like that type of play always ended with them – both sisters half-kneeling, half-crawling on the ground, neither able to stand upright as they lovingly chopped and hacked at each other until they passed out from orgasmic exhaustion and loss of blood. One always ended up lying on top of the other. There had to be a winner, after all.

Sitting on the bed and munching on a pear, Béla could hardly sit still as she recalled her sister's hatchet slicing up between her legs all the way to her belly button. That one blow had completely disabled her, and Beth had gleefully taken the opportunity to chop Béla almost completely in half, lengthwise. It had taken several hours for Béla to recover and heal from that assault.

Béla got even during the next round, though, and almost completely severed Beth's left leg at the hip. After that, they switched to knives, having decided that the little axes required too much regeneration and not enough playtime. Knives didn't do that kind of damage.

'Where are you, Sis?' Béla heard in her mind. 'Are you awake yet? I could use a little help here... '

The image that Béla received with her sister's plea surprised her so much that she choked on the pear she was swallowing.

Béla immediately teleported down to the arborium. The sight she saw was the same as the image Beth had projected. Even seeing it with her own eyes, Béla still didn't believe it.

Beth was suspended several feet off the ground on a pole that she'd somehow managed to insert into her ass. The top end of the pole was evident beneath the skin of her stomach as it slowly pushed its way through, trying to exit just under her breastbone.

"How in the world... ?" Béla asked, staring dumbfounded at her impaled and obviously uncomfortable sister.

"I'm stuck..." Beth grunted. "I can't straighten up..."

She was holding the top end of the pole with both hands right through her flesh, trying to keep it from exiting where it wanted to poke through.

Béla could see the incredible image in Beth's mind of what she was trying to do. After watching for a few more seconds, she finally found her voice.

"I'm not sure what you want me to do," Béla said, her voice weak with disbelief. "Do you want on that thing or do you want pulled off?"

"Well..." gasped Beth, trying to keep her tone conversational, "I original ... At first, I wanted on ... Can you ... straighten me up?"

Béla actually laughed – a short bark of astonishment. After a few seconds of thought, she formed her wings and launched into the air. Flapping her wings noisily, she hovered over her impaled sister.

"Grab my feet!" she cried down to Beth. As Beth reached up to grab her sister's feet dangling just over her head, the pole started to tear through her flesh as she slid further down.

"Eeyyyaahh!" Beth shrieked, then grabbed Béla's feet, stopping her painful downward movement.

Béla flapped harder, trying to raise her sister off the pole. Beth had her legs wrapped around it, holding on as tightly as she could, and Béla couldn't pull her off.

"Leggo with your legs, dammit!" Béla shouted down. "I'm going to fall on you!"

"Just straighten me up and leave me!" Beth cried back.

"Jesus!" Béla exclaimed. Flapping her wings as hard as she could, she pulled out of her sister's grasp.

Beth sank back down on the pole. It was now centered inside her body and stuck halfway up into her chest cavity. She was gasping for air, now, her breasts heaving and her belly contorting as the pole slowly slid up and flattened her esophagus and her windpipe. With every struggling motion Beth made, she slid a little further down on the pole.

Unbelievably, she managed to move her neck back enough so she could breathe again, but then the pole slid right up into her throat. Another moment of struggling, and the rounded tip was actually sticking out of her mouth. A trickle of blood ran down from each corner of her mouth and her naked body was covered with cold sweat.

'I did it!' Beth exclaimed triumphantly into Béla's mind as Béla landed in front of her. 'I'm impaled! God, this feels strange... '

"It should feel strange," Béla said, looking up at her sister. "How did you do that without rupturing your central core? That wood should have dissolved inside you."

'Rounded tip... ' Beth thought back. 'Doesn't tear... '

"Where in the world did you learn that?" Béla asked, astonished. She just had to know. She already knew Beth was insane about penetration, but she'd never suspected anything like...

'Didn't you know?' Beth thought at her sister. 'I was married to Vlad Tepes ... in Transylvania. We used to do this a lot ... sometimes Vlad would let me ... hold them down and fuck them. They squirmed a lot. I always wanted to know ... how it felt... '

"You helped Dracula stake people on pikes?" Béla asked, twice astonished. "No wonder the Praetor never let you loose! How do you plan to get down, anyway?"

'I didn't think that far ahead, ' Beth admitted. 'Maybe I could slide down ... No, that won't work ... Got any ideas? This is getting a little uncomfortable... '

"I can imagine," Béla sympathized, finally seeing the humor in Beth predicament. "No, on second thought, I can't! I don't ever want to know what that feels like."

Just for pure spite, Beth created an image of being impaled on that pole along with all of her sensations from start to finish, and dumped it into her sister's mind.

"Holy fuck!" Béla exclaimed. She staggered, her legs nearly too weak to hold her up. "How many orgasms did you have getting that thing inside you?"

'Dunno... ' Beth thought back. Her thoughts were weaker, now. 'A lot ... feel tired ... Heart pounding. Thought ... I'd last longer ... One guy ... lasted three days ... after ... we spiked him. His dick stayed hard most of that time, too.'

Walking up to Beth's impaled body, Béla stroked a finger along the length of her sister's pussy. Beth's body shuddered at her gentle touch and Béla felt her sister's orgasm radiate through her.

'Oh, God! That feels good ... Do it again!'

Béla stroked her again, then shoved two fingers up inside her. "Wow! I can feel the pole inside you with my fingers!"

Beth didn't answer, but her pussy clenched down on Béla's fingers.

"Okay," Béla said, looking up at her sister's upturned face. "Let's play a game! I know you can't talk with that pole in your mouth, so just squeeze my fingers. One for 'yes' and two for 'no', okay?"

Squeeze...

"You like it up there?"

Squeeze...

"Can I play with your pussy?"

Hard Squeeze!

"Okay," Béla shook her head at her sister's courageous stupidity and leaned forward to kiss her sister's stomach.

Working another finger up inside Beth's pussy, Béla started fucking her sister with her hand. It was difficult because that hard pole took up a lot of space where Béla could normally push back when she needed more room for more fingers, but she finally managed to get her hand all the way up inside that tight, quivering little cunt.

Beth's pussy was pulsating, now, stimulated into a constant series of orgasms. No more squeeze-type communication would be possible. Beth's body convulsed several times as she radiated more orgasms through her torturous sister, then she relaxed completely and slid down a little further on the pole.

"You can teleport off any time," Béla told her anxiously. "If you don't, your body will probably die. You're turning blue, you know. Your heart's not getting any blood!"

Beth's mind was quiet. She wasn't responding.

"Beth?"

There was nothing there!

'BETH!'

Béla pulled Beth's body into her mind and off the pole. Then she shoved her back out into the physical universe on the ground in front of her. Dropping down next to her, Béla mind-linked and forced her awareness into Beth's comatose body.

Beth's heart had stopped. That big tube that fed it had been partially crushed by the pole. Teleporting blood from other parts of Beth's body, Béla kept putting blood cells into the lower part of that blood tube where the damage began, building up pressure that began to open the tube again.