Three Graces of Maidstone

Amy detached the dildo from its harness and left it sheathed in me. She bent over the bed to whisper in my ear.

"You know that I get excited by discoveries. This time I'm really ecstatic. I will be famous for discovering the Three Graces and everything else in this cellar and I'll take most of the credit. Remember that I'm named on the rental agreement so I can claim everything as my idea. You'll have to make do with a posthumous mention when I find that you have tried the Three Graces when I was elsewhere. Unfortunately you had forgotten their deadly modifications."

But we'd removed the stilettos and disconnected...

"I restored the blades yesterday and added a few mechanisms of my own. There is a solenoid that can press the button. It has a radio control so it can be operated from a distance. That's how you will seem to have started it yourself. The remote will be found on the bed just out of your reach. However that's not how they'll start this time. I've attached the solenoid to a timer. That won't switch on for a couple of hours. I'll remove everything except the radio controls before I report finding you after your unfortunate experiment.

A few minutes more of the Three Graces' attention and you'll be a corpse. A famous corpse but I'll be more famous. I'm going to be a vampire dancing in the local night-club to celebrate Halloween when you die. It's a shame you can't see my fanged teeth. I'd like to use them on you but I couldn't explain the marks. If only you had spent as much time pleasing me as you have searching for these three trollops..."

Amy wouldn't let me die like this, would she?

"I'm going to start the timer. Enjoy the wait for your last few minutes of mechanical bliss, Malcolm, and remember that you could have had a real woman instead of three dummies."

I strained my ears to hear her stiletto heels faintly clicking as she walked away.

"Goodbye, Malcolm," Amy said loudly as she left the cellar.

I strained and strained to release myself from the Three Graces deadly embrace yet my most frantic struggles couldn't shake their grip. I cursed Amy. I cursed myself and my unreasonable obsession. I hoped that Amy hadn't really intended me to die and that she would come back. I waited and waited helplessly trapped between three apparently yielding but implacable bodies.

There was a click as the button operated. Aglaia thrust upwards against my imprisoned body. Euphrosyne and Thalia swung side by side meeting behind me so that I was completely covered inside the Three Graces who pressed harder and harder together while I waited for the sudden thrust of the stilettos...

The End