"Seppuku Home Performance"
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Created on: Wednesday 10th of February 2016 09:22:26 PM CDT
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Seppuku Home Performance

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 Lorekeeper 10-Feb-16 03:45 # 4561 Up to top Down to bottom
I felt the need to give back a little something after the wonderful Land of the Rising Sun and highly promising Sanguine University stories.

So I modified one of the Seppuku stories from my archive. Enjoy, everyone.

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I pulled open the door of my bedroom and glided down the hallway. In there, I had been preparing myself, idly stroking my snatch and smiling to myself as I thought good thoughts, getting myself into the zone. We all want to go out at our best, after all. My path led directly into my living room where my invited guests were waiting for me; three sets of lovers selected for their particular kinks, all of whom I had joined in bed so many times before. Two couples occupied a long couch, one pair of athletic young women eating each other out in a 69 and the other pair, two effeminate boys with hair down to their waists, were rubbing their dicks together. Triplets occupied the love seat adjacent to them, one sister getting tongued in the ass while making out with her other lifelong lover. At my arrival they turned their attention to me, tending to each other with their fingers for now. I knew them all intimately, but today I pushed their names from my mind. They were an audience that would find my seppuku erotically satisfying, and tonight that was what I needed.

Two lamps angled their light onto a circular, luxurious white rug, leaving the lovers in shadows. I didn’t need to see them for my fulfilment, just to know that they were there was enough. On the rug was the weapon I had chosen to open my abdomen with. It was a large knife, with a smooth wooden handle and a blade tapering more on its edged side, polished chrome to better show my blood. It would serve me well, for I had sharpened the blade just this morning.

I had a second, a woman who was actually a masochist, but she was good with a blade. I wasn’t’ sure how I would use her yet, we had arranged various signals depending on how I was feeling after my gutting, but she was going to slide the wicker basket under me when I completed the cut.

With a deep breath I stepped into the room and walked to the lighted rug. I wore a flowing, overly-long white yukata, and it pooled at my feet as I knelt. The room smelled of cum and sweat; the orgy had been going on for a while now. I had been here earlier when everyone had swapped partners, but we were all experienced players and I knew they would have plenty left in the tank after watching me die. I glanced up briefly to see the lovers with fingers working each other as they watched silently with rapt attention, and that made me happy. They were clearly about to get off on what I was about to do.

I lifted the knife and leaned slightly forward, which would help my intestines to exit my body through the cut I was going to inflict on myself. I guided the blade of the knife to a spot just inside my left hip bone. Down low below the navel. I wanted to cut through my lower abdomen, about an inch and a half above my pussy. Theoretically, there were more nerve endings there and the pain would be all the sweeter.
I poised the blade above my firm abdomen. I had been doing crunches for months so that my body would provide the right texture I wanted to feel as I sliced across it. Closing my eyes for focus I applied pressure on the handle and pushed into my side. Slowly I pushed in, savoring the invasive burning of the blade and the cramping as it slid into me. The feelings washed over me and I let myself drown in them, pushing the knife it up to the hilt. When the urge to vomit came, I let it work me, and opened my mouth wide as I spewed bile and half-digested chunks of food onto my lap, letting it splatter all around me, a strand hanging loosely from a corner of my mouth.

Catching my breath, I looked up at the audience and could one of the boys had his other hand behind his partner, fingers busy at work in his ass. That made me smile, but I focused back on my own little perfect hell. I pulled the blade out slightly, gripped the handle tight pulled it toward my right side.

It was an incredible sensation. The blade was like fire amd the opening of my lower abdomen made my pussy clench. It felt warm like there was hot mouth upon it. I continued pulling and heard moans of people cumming from my audience, and that made this moment even more complete. The burning was intense, the spiciest pleasure I had ever had course through me. I had feared briefly that my masochism would not be enough to enjoy this fully. I gazed down to take in the damage I had done to myself. I could feel deep inside that my body was being destroyed. I could tell. And the smell of my own guts was beginning to mix in with the stench of my vomit.

Blood flowed out of the wound that was now almost four inches across, just to the left of my navel. It was deep and low into my abdomen as I had desired it. Gratified at the progress, I tugged on it again and the blade slid under my navel and started across the right side. The cramping intensified and the pain eked even higher. Feeling ready for the big one I jerked the knife hard and tore it all the way through to my right side, stopping only when the blade hit my hipbone.

I puked again, losing control of my body in the exhilarating way only pure, sick instinct and involuntary spasms could do to me. I took a deep breath, and then twisted the blade inside me upward. The pain of my tearing flesh flashed and I gasped, my stomach continue to convulse like a different kind of orgasm. Glancing down I could see it was now facing blade up and the blood was pouring from the gaping hole I had made in myself. I gathered my strength and then jerked the blade up until it hit my rib cage. That was when it hit me, my paingasm, an overwhelming orgasm from pain alone that wracked my tortured body. This was it. This was where I belonged.

When I recovered enough to think again, I pulled the blade out weakly. I knew my body wouldn’t last much longer, but I took a moment to look at my handiwork once again. I could tell that I had fucked myself up pretty good inside. If there was anything after death, I hoped it was something like this.

I gave my second the signal and she placed the basket in front of me. I leaned over it onto my forearms and the slit in belly opened over the waiting maw of the basket. The cramping was easing now and I glanced down under my chest and looked on in fascination as my intestines flowed out into the basket. She then inserted a dildo into my ass, a thick long black one and pushed it in deep, and it pushed even more of my bowels out. It was such a strange, erotic feeling, having my guts out in the open air. I heard the triplets sigh in orgasmic relief. 

I gave another signal and she knelt behind me. I leaned back, pushing out my belly to free another loop of intestine and spurt of blood, and rested my head upon her shoulder. I felt like I was floating away. She took the knife and placed it on my neck, and the corners of my mouth curled upwards. It was time to go. I let myself drift away as she carved a second smile into my throat…