Story - We're At a Snuff Party, What Could Go Wrong? by Shadowkeeper

[center]We’re At a Snuff Party, What Could Go Wrong?

By Shadowkeeper

Part One – What, Me Worry?[/center]

“C’mon Liz, we’ve got to go to this party, every rich guy in the city’s gonna be there!” Jenny looked at her shy sister in exasperation through the bathroom mirror as she carefully put her long blond hair into a pair of pigtails. The spunky, diminutive girl knew that she looked much younger than she was and oozed an innocence that she had not enjoyed in years, so she had decided to take advantage of that by dressing up for the upcoming party as a school girl, albeit one whose hemlines would have gotten her kicked out of any respectable school in an instant.

Liz was standing behind her, holding the matching costume her sister had just handed her and staring at it dubiously. Although wearing sexy clothing was atypical for the bookish girl, she knew that it would work perfectly for her, what with her cute little glasses, girlish face and figure and spectacular waist length red hair. No, the costume itself didn’t really trouble her so much as the nature of the party that it was for. “Jenny, look, I know we’re not doing too well in the money department, but really, I don’t like the idea of risking my life just on the off chance that some lawyer might notice me…”

Hair and minimal makeup now perfect, Jenny turned to face her sister and put her hands on her shoulders. “Sis, really, it’ll be fine. I’ve been to a few snuff-parties at these big country clubs before, and there’s always a ton more girls there than they actually kill; after all, the guys that go there need to have some pussy around at the end of the party, and they like a good selection…the odds of having your number come up for a game or whatever are small, really small.”

Liz took a deep breath, knowing that she should just stay at home and finish her schoolwork, but as always she was unable to tell her reckless sibling no. “Well, you’re still here, so I guess it can’t be that bad…but don’t these costumes draw the wrong kind of attention to us? I mean, I’ve heard that they have challenges and bets as well as the drawings…”

Jenny just gave her sister an indulgent smile. “Oh, don’t worry about that, it’s a costume party, so all the girls will be dressed up like this…a lot of them will be showing more than we are I’ll bet, and they’ll draw the fire away from us…”

Liz was about to respond and point out that Jenny was making an awful lot of assumptions, when the doorbell rang. Jenny grinned brightly and patted the clothing in her sister’s arms. “That’ll be the rest of the girls, you get these on real quick and meet us downstairs; I’m giving you ten minutes, so you’d better hurry. And for god’s sake, leave your hair down; those buns you put it in are soooo unattractive…”

Liz spent almost all of her allotted ten minutes agonizing over her decision, even as she dressed herself without really thinking about it. In the end, she finally gave in when she looked herself in the mirror and couldn’t resist saying, “You look good girl. The boys are going to just eat you up…”

With the ridiculously high heels on the shoes Jenny had picked out, Liz had trouble navigating the stairs, and she almost changed her mind, but when she got to the bottom of them, Jenny and their four closest friends were waiting to give her reassuring hugs and to admire the way the two sisters looked standing together in their matching outfits. With their perky little tits pressing against the thin fabric of their tied up blouses and the tops of their white stockings showing just beneath the hems of their little plaid skirts, the pair were certainly mouthwatering.

After a suitable amount of ohs and ahs, the rest of the girls showed off their own looks to the now somewhat excited Liz.

As usual, pushy Ava took the lead, the self absorbed, raven-haired model showing off how well her Elvira costume fit her statuesque, busty figure. Liz was amazed that her friend’s oversize tits hadn’t fallen out of the thing yet, but she was sure that Ava had picked this particular outfit just to allow for such an eventuality; the girl was such a huge prick tease.

Next up in the little fashion show was of course Ava’s lapdog, Sherry, who was being led around by Ava by a leash and collar, wearing only a carefully torn slave’s tunic that barely covered her crotch and exposed her large but saner sized breasts through the tears when she moved her arms. She was really going all the way with the look; she was going around barefoot and had even used gel to make her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair look messy and matted, in an artful, just fucked way of course.

Finally best friends and sometimes lovers Yuki and Amaya twirled each other around to show off their own contrasting outfits. Each had gone for a cultural theme.

Japanese Yuki was wearing a very abbreviated, very thin red silk kimono decorated by black orchids. She was very tall for her race, and her legs seemed to go on forever between the very high hem of the Kimono and the strappy red stiletto pumps on her feet.

Meanwhile, Amaya was sporting an old, traditional Hispanic peasant look, but severely modified. Her white blouse with its red trim and bows had a respectable cut, but the fabric was so thin that her dark nipples could clearly be seen through it, while her black skirt with decorative wavy lines in red, yellow and white was far shorter than the traditional ankle length, ending instead at mid thigh. Finally her sandals had heels that were far from standard at a good five inches tall.

During the show, Liz forgot all about her worries, as the sexy parade of well developed girl-flesh before her made her horny enough that she couldn’t wait to get to the party just so that she could find someone to get her rocks off with…

The country club had sent out limos to take invited girls to the party, so all of the friends were able to ride together for once. The limo was stocked with booze, which the polite driver had informed them was free to drink, so the girls started a party of their own during the long drive out of the city.

None of them were really heavy drinkers usually, but the chance that any of them might not be coming back from the party seemed to strip them of their inhibitions, and within a short time all of them were more than a little tipsy, and soon enough horny as well. Ava of course was the one to break the sexual tension, when she took advantage of her dress’s super high side slit to pull the front panel of it away from her pantyless crotch, before using Sherry’s chain to pull the poor girls face hard into Ava’s cunt.

Only seconds later, Yuki and Ayana had gone to the floor together, hungrily devouring each other’s sexes, leaving Liz and Jenny sitting next to each other trying to hide their arousal. Finally Jenny turned to her sister and ran her hand up the drunken redhead’s slender thigh. “Sis, I can’t take this; I’m sorry, I know this is weird, but I’ve just gotta do this.”

Liz looked at her sister in confusion, her mind a bit fogged from the potent combination of expensive scotch and sexual frustration. “Do Wha-“ She never finished the sentence as Jenny pushed her over onto her back, pinned her there, and proceeded to engage in a thorough make out session with her own sibling.

By the time all of the couples in the limo had achieved a temporary state of satiation, it was pulling into the long drive of the club. Liz and Jenny hid their guilt over the taboo act they had just completed by fixing each other’s outfits and hair; the rest of the girls took a cue from the sisters, and by the time they all exited the vehicle they were all in a state of perfection once more.

Liz couldn’t believe the size of the building that they were about to enter; it was the size of a mansion, and had the over priced look of one as well. At the fancy doors to the place, they were met by several servants that took down their names, assigned each of them a three digit number, and then proceeded to place a temporary tattoo of that number on each of their wrists and ankles, along with a black silk choker, also bearing their number in red, around their slender necks.

One of the servants then guided the girls to the main ballroom, instructing them as they went. “All right ladies, your numbers are now in the system; please memorize them, because if they come up things will go easier for you if you proceed to your destination on your own rather than having our staff trace you by your bracelet. If you are with one of our members, and he wants to enter you into a competition of some sort, I suggest you go along with it; again, you really don’t want to involve the staff. Finally, you may not leave the premises until the party ends at three o’clock; if you agree to a tryst with one of our members, they will take you to one of the private rooms or dungeons. Please remember, by giving us your names you agreed to be Club property until the designated time, so there’s no backing out now unless you want to go straight to the kitchen. Am I understood?”

All of the girls looked at the man with wide, glassy eyes. Even Jenny and Ava, who had been to a few smaller, less organized snuff-parties, were unpleasantly surprised by how well prepared the Club was to arrange for their potential demises, and by the fact that they were now trapped here for the rest of the night, no matter what.

Finally Ava raised her chin haughtily. “Of course we understand you, do you think that we would risk our lives without knowing the terms and conditions of our agreement?”

The servant just grinned knowingly at the egotistical girl, and then walked away muttering in an amused tone. “Can’t wait for that one to snuff it…”

Ava just responded with an indignant harrumph, and then led the nervous group of friends into the ballroom…

[center]Part Two – So what’s for dinner?[/center]

As soon as the girls crossed the threshold and entered the ballroom, they all stopped and stared with their mouths agape. The room was astonishingly huge, and filled with a good thousand people, two thirds or so of them women, who were all dressed in costumes of varying immodesty. Although the crowds were in constant motion for the most part, there were specific areas that were centers of activity; people were constantly stopping to admire the mind-boggling variety of snuff displays, some in use, scattered evenly throughout the space, each one clearly labeled on all sides with a number.

Just to the side of the doors was one such display, a setup with two chairs, which were currently occupied by a pair of girls – a busty redhead and a sultry Latina - in identical pink satin French maid outfits. Each girl had her arms secured to the chair, and had a leather strap going across her neck, the ends of which ran through the back of her chair, down under the other chair, and finally were tied around her opponent’s ankles. The point of the game seemed to be to strangle your opponent by lifting your legs to draw the leather tight, which the gasping, squirming pair was in the process of trying to do.

Liz was confused. “I thought the drawings weren’t supposed to start for another half an hour?”

“They don’t, these dumb bitches just got into a fight over having the same costume, so the staff intervened, and this is their solution…not a bad one either – we get some entertainment, and only one gets to wear the costume…”

Liz whipped her head around in surprise at the voice that answered her question. It couldn’t be…but it was. Standing right behind her was none other than Samantha Andrews, the bane of her existence throughout her entire school career. The arrogant girl with the ultra rich daddy had bullied Liz since she could remember, and was the last thing that the already nervous redhead wanted to see here.

Samantha was wearing a black vinyl cat suit, complete with tail and cat ears, that was absolutely skin tight and showed every detail of the girl’s perfect, personal trainer shaped body. Flanking her on the left were the ever mischievous Emery twins, Vicky and Barb, both dressed as angels in gossamer baby dolls with fluffy wings – an oxymoron if ever Liz had seen one. On Samantha’s right was her most recent conquest, and a cause of great consternation for Liz’s group – Ayana’s sister Elena, who’s lush curves were, appropriately enough, encased in a red-devil version of Samantha’s costume.

Over-protective Jenny placed herself between her sister and the group of bullies and was practically snarling. “I don’t have the same outfit as you, but if you want to try out those chairs yourself, I’d be more than happy to demonstrate them on you…”

Samantha just sneered at the tiny blond. “Maybe I’ll strangle you later kid, right now I have more important things to do, like finding my boyfriend and giving him a good time.” Jenny was really bristling now; Samantha had stolen her boyfriend Cal away from her just a month ago. Satisfied that she had placed a few barbs, the queen bitch turned dismissively away, before doing a half turn to look straight at Liz. “I’ll definitely be seeing you later, my little Liz…hopefully on a platter; maybe I’ll go talk to daddy…”

Liz grabbed hold of her sister as the group of Heathers strutted away, and saw that Yuki was doing the same with Ayana. “It’s not worth it; let’s just watch the rest of the show here, and then we can go see if we can nab some rich guys, okay?”

Jenny reluctantly nodded, and they turned to the chairs just in time to see that the redhead was going into her death throes, her bound legs kicking out together violently as her eyes started to roll up into her head. Suddenly, just as the skirt of the redheads costume started to darken and her convulsions peaked, the Latina started to thrash about herself, making wet gurgling noises, and just as the redhead fell still, the audience was treated to a second set of death throes – apparently the violence of the redhead’s kicking had crushed her opponent’s throat, but too late to save her own life.

As the second victim of the chairs finished her night early, a handsome older man dressed as the Emperor from Star Wars approached the group of staring girls and placed an arm each around the shoulders of Jenny and Liz. “Good evening ladies, would any of you care to take a trip to the bar with me while we wait for the drawings to begin? I promise, I’ll only use the Force on you if you ask me to.”

The man, whose name they found to be Aaron, was irresistibly charming, and not at all loathe to have the other four girls tag along. Before they knew it, the sisters were once again going past tipsy, and lost all track of time as they flirted outrageously with the much older man.

Suddenly the girls looked up in fear as the speakers came to life and a business like voice filled the suddenly quiet space. “For the start of our party, we need a number of girls to start cooking now so that we have plenty of meat ready for when you all get hungry, so will the following girls report to the kitchens…”

As the voice started reading off numbers, the girls all checked their wrists in a panic, each one filled with dread, and strangely a touch of excitement as well. They almost made it to the end of the list without incident, when suddenly Liz heard a loud gasp of shock and surprise.

Yuki’s voice was absolutely devastated as she suddenly clutched at her lover and best friend. “No! No Ayana, not you, please no!”

Liz stood by helplessly as her now doomed friend’s dark eyes blinked back tears and filled with a sad determination. Ayana pulled her lover in for a tight hug and then let her go. “Hey, it’s okay sweety, you know I always had a thing for the spits, maybe I’ll finally get to fuck one for real, put on a good show for you.”

Yuki fell to her knees, holding tight to Ayana’s waist. “I’ll go with you, we can roast together…”

Ayana just smiled and pulled free. “No, I need you to watch me dance for you…please.” She turned to Aaron. “Can my friends come to watch?”

The gentleman stroked his chin in thought. “Well, I can take them to the observation windows to watch you spitted – I can arrange for you to get that wish, by the way – but if any of them come into the kitchen with you, I can’t guarantee that there won’t be any mistakes…”

Yuki jumped to her feet, hope now in her eyes. “Oh, please let me go in with her, I’ll take the risk, but I’ve just got to help her do this.”

Liz bit her lip as Aaron considered, and then made a spontaneous decision. “Please do what you can Aaron; Jenny and I will be yours for the rest of the night if you do…you can do whatever you want with us…” The relatively innocent girl did her best to give the man a seductive smile, and her much more worldly sister quickly caught on and joined in with the effort.

Aaron’s smile was mysterious. “Very well girls, you have a deal…come with me then…”

Liz watched in amazement through the big window as the huge kitchen swiftly dealt with the large flow of girls to prepare and cook. Two thirds of the girls were charged with the task of marinating or oiling each other up, depending on whether they were destined for the oven or the spit, while the other third were swiftly hung up by the ankles in a separate area. The last group didn’t have long to wait for their deaths, as several men walked down the line of squirming girls with long, slender knives and slit their throats, letting the blood run down their faces and hair before draining into a long trough as the unfortunate girls shuddered and gurgled for a few moments before falling still.

Aaron kept up a running commentary as things proceeded. “Those girls are going to be gutted and butchered for parts to use in the restaurant section; people can order the waitresses there, but some will be too impatient to wait for the butchering and such, and so we’ll need a lot of pre-butchered meat ready. Don’t worry, we’ll be gone before they get to the gutting and such; they have to let the meat bleed out all the way and scald the skin for later removal for a good long while first. Ah, your friend is ready; I had her put at the front of the line so we wouldn’t have to wait…”

Ayana, now unclothed, stepped away from the oiling tubs with Yuki’s help, her spectacular curves now glistening and practically glowing in the harsh kitchen lighting as she gave her companion a long final embrace and kiss. At a command from one of the kitchen staff, the girls broke their kiss and Yuki helped Ayana to get up onto a spitting table. Ayana’s well rounded, light brown rump looked incredible as she got onto her elbows and knees and presented it for spitting, wiggling it around a little while she giggled and apparently shared a joke with her lover.

Liz was amazed as she watched a staff member slowly insert the sharp tip of a spit into her friend’s dripping cunt, the girl’s face filled with lust as she started to thrust back at it. “They aren’t even going to strap her down? What if she starts to struggle?”

Aaron looked carefully around, and then leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Don’t tell anyone this, but all of the drinks that we give the girls have some potent drugs in them that make them horny as hell and crosswire their pain and pleasure centers a bit…your friend is going to feel the pain, no doubt about it, but she’s going to enjoy the hell out of it…just look…”

It was true; Ayana’s eyes were unfocused and filled with lustful bliss as she shuddered through a series of small orgasms, not even seeming to notice that the spit was now deep inside her body. Yuki’s eyes were wide with amazement as she held her lover’s head in position for the spit to exit her mouth properly, which it did in a surprisingly short amount of time. The sight of the sharp metal pole sliding past Ayana’s full lips was incredibly erotic to the watching girls, and Ava pulled Sherry’s face to her breasts as Liz and Jenny unconsciously reached into Aaron’s robes, finding his quite hard penis with their small hands at the same time.

Ayana jerked a little as a stabilizing post was shoved deep into her rectum, and then she cooperatively laid herself flat so that her limbs could be bound to the spit. Aaron pulled the two sisters close in to him and started to lead them to the rotisserie displays, not bothering to stop their fondling of his member. “This way girls, we can watch her roasting for a bit, and then I think I want to get some games in…I do believe that I’d like to make some challenges if your numbers don’t come up in the meantime…”

[center]Part Three – You’re Not Mad, Are You?[/center]

“She was so beautiful…” Yuki was standing as close as possible to her roasting lover, but between her focus on fucking the spit and the low whisper that the Japanese girl was speaking in, it was quite doubtful that Ayana heard or registered what was said.

“She still is…” Liz saw Yuki’s torn expression, and gave her a reassuring smile and a glass of extra-spiked wine that Aaron had kindly ordered for her. “Here, chug that…good girl. Now, look at Ayana riding that pole and tell me that she wasn’t born for this.”

The two friends turned and watched the writhing Latina, and there was no doubt that Liz was right; Ayana’s sexually charged movements and gorgeous, glistening body made her a living piece of erotic art. Even sober the sight would have been enough to make the girls horny, but with the Club’s drugs in their systems it was starting to drive them wild, especially the overwrought, overdosed Yuki.

Suddenly Liz was being tightly embraced by the much taller Japanese girl, and her hair was being carefully but firmly used to hold her head in place for a passionate kiss. The surprised redhead froze for a moment in shock, and then the eroticism of the whole situation overwhelmed her and she responded forcefully, darting her tongue into the other girl’s hot, wine flavored mouth and slipping her small hands inside Yuki’s kimono to massage her firm little breasts.

They nearly went to the floor right there in their passion, but then they heard a voice that they almost mistook for Ayana’s. “Madre de Dios, she’s dying!”

Liz broke her embrace with Yuki and turned to look at Ayana’s sister, ready to make a sarcastic remark, and then saw Elena’s amazed, tearful look and realized that she was referring to more than just her sister’s general impaled and slow-roasting state. Swiftly turning back to look at Ayana, Liz and Yuki were just in time to watch Ayana’s final, violent convulsions before she finally fell still with one last head to toe shudder.

Leaving Yuki to commune with her lost love for a moment, Liz joined her sister in her inspection of the stunned Elena. The girl was still wearing her skin tight devil costume, but now there were openings cut into the thing, allowing free access to the girl’s snatch and tits, and she was wearing a waitress’s apron, complete with little order pad and cheap pencil – she even had a little name tag pinned into one of her impressive breasts.

Jenny grinned evilly. “Hey Elena, looks like your precious Samantha’s connections couldn’t get you out of the draw. So, traitor, how much will it cost me to order those big tits of yours?”

Elena came out of her funk, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at Jenny. “More than you could afford, even if you were a member, which you’re not, so fuck off.”

Jenny turned to appeal to Aaron, but he was one step ahead of her. “Sorry girl, I already ordered up your friend’s expensive bits, and you and your sister already offered up yourselves…I just don’t see it being worth my while to pay the live meat cost over a petty feud.”

Suddenly Yuki’s determined voice rang out. “You can have me. I’ll let Liz and Jenny snuff me for you while you fuck them. You can have them do it however you want, I don’t care; I just want to be able to fuck this bitch and take her tits when I’m done.”

Elena looked back and forth between the contemplative older man and the hard eyed Japanese girl, all bravado gone as she realized that her fate was in the hands of this odd duo. “Yuki, please, don’t do this…Ayana wouldn’t want –“

Yuki’s voice was bitter. “Maybe, maybe not. Regardless, what you did to her and the rest of your family for Samantha broke her heart, and you’re going to pay your pound of flesh for that.”

Aaron chuckled as Elena pleaded with him with her big, chocolate colored eyes. “Well, I think those will yield quite a bit more than just a pound, but I suppose that can’t be helped. At any rate, you have a deal young lady, as long as you can wait a short while for me to have you snuffed; I came to this party to play some games after all.”

Jenny finally got over her shock at her friend’s offer and broke in. “No Yuki, you don’t have to do this; someone will order Elena soon, look at her, she’s a walking feast…”

Yuki just shook her head. “No, this is personal. It has to be me that does it, so the bitch knows that she’s paying for what she did.”

Now it was Liz’s turn. “But, I don’t think Jenny or I could do that to you; you’re our friend, we love you…”

A new pair of voices broke in to the amusement of Aaron. “We’ll do it.”

“Yeah, we’ve been wanting to get her in the sack for awhile now, we can’t miss this last opportunity.”

Everyone turned to gape at the Emery twins, whose eyes were hungrily running up and down Yuki’s slender body. Elena’s face was a mask of betrayal. “How could you do this to me? I thought you were my friends…but here you are, helping to get me snuffed just so you can get your rocks off!”

Vicky - or was it Barb? – snorted dismissively. “You stopped being our friend when your number came up. Don’t you get it? You’re not Elena anymore, you’re just meat-girl number 286, and one way or another, you’re going to end up on someone’s plate tonight; so just shut up and let us have our fun.”

Stubborn Elena looked like she wanted to argue that point, but then she deflated as Aaron signaled a staff member over. “Yes, I’d like a portable multi-chopper brought over, and a strap on for the lady here…oh, better make the dildo a pretty big one; I think she wants to go for the more unpleasant brand of tenderizing.”

“Oh my god, I think she’s enjoying this!” Liz was talking over Elena’s head to her sister as they held the girl’s shoulders to keep her from pulling her tits out of the holes in the hydraulic chopper, while Yuki pounded her victim’s lush ass with a viciousness that disturbed her friends.

Aaron spoke into Liz’s ear. “Enjoying it? God no…but getting off on it? Definitely - remember the spiked drinks dear.” Now that Liz had the key clue, she was no longer confused by the conflicting signals that Elena was giving off. Her expression was a mix of discomfort, anger and humiliation, yet she was meeting every thrust of Yuki’s massive strap on with one of her own, moaning and crying out lustily all the while.

Jenny, not having heard Aaron’s words, and not knowing about the spiked drinks, was still staring in amazement. “Holy shit, she looks like she’s about to cum!”

Hearing her friends’ words, Yuki became even more focused and determined to punish her lover’s sister than she already had been, and started to really slam her latex weapon into Elena’s already battered ass. Seeming to sense that Elena was on the edge, Yuki suddenly pulled out of her gaping ass and shoved the scary looking dildo into the girl’s dripping cunt to the hilt and held it there, grinding her hips into Elena’s globular ass cheeks.

Elena’s head snapped up and her mouth flew open wide to emit an anguished but ecstatic wail. “NoooYeesssss….” Her voice disappeared as her body started to jerk and heave in a massive orgasm, and that’s when Yuki pushed the button on the chopper. With a subtle warning hiss and then a heavy CACHUNK, the sharp blade came down with five hundred pounds of force behind it, passing through Elena’a soft breast tissue like it wasn’t even there, before the blood dripping metal slab returned to its original position, ready in seconds to cut through more tender flesh. The Emery twins had been waiting for this, and before the sensation of losing her breasts had finished registering in Elena’s lust fogged mind, her perfectly removed breasts were being held before her baffled eyes.

Liz and Jenny almost lost their grips on Elena’s shoulders as she arched her back, exposing the bleeding holes where her prized breasts once were, and started to shake violently, her eyes filled with confusion, ecstasy and agony as her brain’s cross-wired pain and pleasure centers were overwhelmed, sending her orgasm to near lethal heights.

While the suddenly flat-chested girl was still lost in the throes of the most powerful orgasm of her short life, Aaron quickly switched out the breast lunette and replaced it with a standard one. Liz and Jenny immediately shoved Elena’s upper body forward and down, and the twins carefully positioned the girl’s head in the lunette and pulled her hair clear before locking her into her final living position. As soon as Elena was locked in place, everyone stepped hastily away from her except for Yuki, who released herself from the strap on, leaving the dildo buried deep inside Elena’s twitching cunt, and then ran around to look her victim in the eye.

Elena’s eyes were wide and unfocused, her mind lost to the world, but Yuki had words for her anyway. “I guess you picked the right costume, cause you’re going to Hell now…” Grabbing a handful of raven curls, Yuki pushed the button firmly. With another hiss-CACHUNK-hiss, Yuki was holding Elena’s severed head dangling by the hair and being showered in blood. Liz stood frozen at the sight, shocked at the actions of her friend but undeniably turned on as she saw the frozen look of ecstasy on Elena’s face and speculated on whether the girl’s fading moments were still dominated by her final orgasm, as if she was cumming forever.

After Elena’s decapitated body finished twitching and shuddering, and everybody had come down a bit, Liz looked around with a clear mind for the first time in a long while and became alarmed. “Hey, where are Ava and Sherry?”

Yuki was too busy studying Elena’s still beautiful head to register the question, but Jenny looked back at her in confusion. “I just saw them a bit ago…um, when they were putting Ayana on to roast I think…but I don’t remember seeing them since…”

The sisters jumped a bit as the Emery twins giggled in stereo from either side of them. “I think you might want to find them.” “When we came over to see Elena we saw those two in the middle of a big group of guys trying to get them to take some bets or something.”

Liz was filled with dread. “We need to keep Ava from letting her ego get out of control again, but we can’t, we’re with Aaron now…”

As if summoned, Aaron put his arms around the small sisters. “No problems there girls, at least as far as finding your friends; I was about to suggest that we check out some of the games anyway. As far as discouraging them from playing, you’re going to have to keep quiet; we can’t go ruining things for any Club members, now can we?” He turned to the twins. “You girls go get the Japanese girl cleaned up, and then tell a staff member that Aaron Masters wants you to wait in one of the Harem rooms, and then you girls can have some fun until I get there; just don’t damage her. Don’t worry which one they put you in, we’ll be able to find you.”

As the twins playfully tugged Yuki towards the shower rooms and some kitchen staff came to take Elena’s body and breasts away for preparation, Aaron led Liz and Jenny off into the crowd in search of their friends and some fun games…

[center]Part Four – Are You Talking To Me?[/center]

“I don’t think so, you can use my slave instead.” Ava, standing in the midst of a huge group of grinning men, didn’t seem to realize the danger that she was in, or the glares that Liz and Jenny were directing at her from the edge of the crowd. The overconfident model was standing next to a snuff game involving what looked like a series of four beds covered in nearly transparent rubber that had machinery and tubing attached to them; a rather frightened looking brunette in a cheerleader outfit and a tall, confident blonde in a sexy cop costume were waiting next to two of them. Liz wasn’t clear on just what the point of the whole setup was, but she was pretty sure that she didn’t want poor Sherry at the mercy of it.

Sherry seemed to share Liz’s opinion. She was emphatically shaking her head no, and trying to pull away from Ava, but her voice was unavailable due to a ball-gag, and she couldn’t release herself from her collar and leash thanks to the handcuffs that were keeping her hands down, one in front at crotch level and one behind, with the chain running snuggly between her cunt lips and ass crack. Apparently things had not been going well for the hapless brown noser, and it looked like her situation was about to deteriorate completely.

As several strong men grabbed the struggling girl and carried her bodily to one of the awaiting beds, Aaron started in with his customary commentary. “Your little friend there was foolish to come here dressed like that, especially with that leash – anyone who holds it has complete control of her fate, and as you can see, our staff and members are more than happy to lend a hand in ensuring that. Even if she survives this game I don’t see how she’ll make it to the end of the night, so your Ava might be doing her a favor by getting it over with in a more pleasant manner than some of the other games provide.”

Liz sighed dejectedly; what the man said made too much sense to deny. “So, what is this game anyway?”

“Well, once we have four players, each will be given a heart monitor, and then placed under the rubber cover and sealed in. As soon as they are all ready, those machines will start to suck all of the air out of the bed and the game will begin. Once a preset number of girls are dead, the rest of the beds will re-inflate. Of course, we have to make things a little more challenging, and pleasant for them, so we put some vibrating eggs in them to make this a contest of sexual as well as breath control; once one of those girls starts to cum, she won’t last long with the increase in oxygen usage.”

Now Jenny spoke up. “But who’s going to be the fourth girl then?” Aaron just looked at her and raised his eyebrows. Jenny stepped back in shock. “Me? But - but why?”

Aaron smiled at her in a reassuring manner. “Because I think that you can outlast them, and make me some good money; I said that I wanted to play some games, and in order to make the really big bets, I need to supply a girl to bet on…now, I can use Liz here instead…”

Jenny suddenly stiffened. “Absolutely not. She’s a bookworm; she just doesn’t have the stamina for it.” Liz went to protest but stopped as her sister placed a finger on her lips. “No, don’t say anything sis. I’ll do it, and have a good cum from it when they let the air back in. You just give me that shoulder massage that relaxes me so much before I go.”

Fighting the panic that wanted to well up inside of her, Liz nodded and started the massage. As always, Jenny immediately started to loosen up and breath deeper, making a cute purring noise and occasionally letting out a little, satisfied mew; and as always, Liz had to hide the fact that the feel of her sister’s sexy little shoulders and the sounds that she was making were making her horny as hell, except that this time the Club’s drug was making it even worse.

In the short time that it took for her to finish, and for Jenny to kiss her goodbye before they walked through the crowd so that she could stand by the final bed, Liz was dripping wet and panting. After waiting for Aaron to arrange his bets, Liz shoved herself back against him and wiggled her cute little ass while she raised the back of her skirt. “Fuck me, please!” She hissed at her escort, and he was swift but gentle in his response, freeing his impressive hard on from his robes and sliding it slowly into her ready snatch after finding that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Liz groaned and thrust back at him as she watched her sister and the other girls being outfitted for their coming ordeal. Jenny and the cop girl had their blouses unbuttoned for the heart monitor, and the cheerleader untied her little shirt, but poor Sherry had the front of her already tattered tunic torn open to receive hers; for the rest of the night, if she survived this, she would be walking around with her tits exposed, an open invitation for abuse.

When the vibrating eggs were placed inside the girls, Liz moaned and shuddered right along with them, enjoying a small orgasm from the combination of the visual stimulation and Aaron’s slow, perfectly placed thrusts, and then she came again when he calmly whispered into her ear. “Your Sherry has a real disadvantage here with those cuffs still in place; her struggles will help to get her off.” Liz couldn’t believe how much of a turn on it was to think that she might soon be watching her friend suffocate to death while she was being fucked just feet away.

The rubber sheets were unsealed and pulled away from the beds so that the four girls could lay down on them, and then were pulled tightly over them and sealed after one of the men took a moment to remove Sherry’s ball gag. She looked like she wanted to start protesting her predicament, but then she changed her mind and started to take deep breaths as the rubber went over her. The cheerleader was in a panic, nearly hyperventilating before she was even covered, while the tall girl and Jenny were breathing evenly and deeply with their eyes closed.

As soon as the beds were sealed, the machines started up, and in moments the rubber was stretched tight over the bodies and faces of the girls. The sight was incredibly erotic, and Liz started to cum like crazy while Aaron held her up and just held still, letting her shudders and the tight, twitching grip of her cunt on his cock do the work for him.

The cheerleader was thrashing and trying to scream in terror, her hands struggling to reach her face, but the tightness of the rubber kept her from accomplishing anything other than to hasten her death. Meanwhile Sherry was holding her body stiff as a board, desperately trying not to move the handcuff chain that was so insidiously placed along her already over-stimulated sex.

The blonde appeared to be having no trouble at all, her body relaxed and her mouth closed in an easy smile, and Jenny seemed to be doing just as well, and then she turned her face to smile at her sister and involuntarily tried to gasp, the rubber molding itself around the entrance to her gaping little mouth. She couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from the sight of Liz’s ever increasing movements of pleasure and the expression of pure, unbridled bloodlust on her face.

Liz realized that she was creating a problem for her sister as Jenny started to moan a little into the rubber, but she was so far gone in her little world of pleasure that her only reaction was to cum even harder at the thought that Jenny might snuff it because of her.

Suddenly it was a three way race to eternity, and Liz realized that she didn’t even know how many girls were supposed to be snuffed this game. Through her pants and groans, she managed to ask Aaron, and he responded as if he were explaining an obscure statistic in baseball. “We’re going to let two of them snuff it, though I should probably tell you that sometimes we get more than we intended when two girls go at the same time; the beds can only be re-inflated so fast of course.”

Oh shit! Thought Liz, as she realized that there really was a good chance that her sister wasn’t going to walk away from this, and she started to watch the other girls closely, looking for some sign that they were going to go first, but still she couldn’t stop her frantic coupling with Aaron.

The cheerleader went first, and quickly; she didn’t even have a chance to enjoy the stimulation of the egg or the euphoria of her asphyxiation. The brunette’s struggles, combined with how little air she had in her lungs at the start, combined to doom her long before any of the others; Liz could tell who had entered her into the contest quite easily by the displeasure and disappointment on his face. As the girl’s body jerked for the last time and her face froze in a final look of terror and sadness, Liz found herself cumming so hard that her upper body fell forward until she was supporting herself on her sister’s bed, staring into her eyes from only a foot away.

As asphyxia really started to set in for the remaining girls, Jenny was starting to lose focus badly, still staring at her sister, but now smiling lazily and humping her slender hips unconsciously, the movements not at all disguised by her skirt as it was plastered to the contours of her body by the rubber.

Liz looked in desperation at Sherry, cursing herself as she fervently wished for her friend to just give up and die. She felt a small amount of relief as she saw that the hapless slave girl was losing her battle to stay still, her arms tensing rhythmically as her body tried to raise her hands to her face, and her hips responding with a jerk each time as the chain relentlessly stimulated her towards orgasm.

By the time the tall blonde had started to react to her egg a small amount, both Jenny and Sherry were on the edge, their motions an erotic combination of a desperate struggle for air and a just as desperate struggle to cum. They both managed to at the same time, arching their backs and screaming into the rubber over their faces. Sherry appeared to be cumming harder, her orgasm enhanced by the now purposeful tugging at the handcuff chain, but little Jenny seemed to be running out of energy faster.

Liz was now trapped in a continuous orgasm, one that was so intense that her motions and the vice like tightening of her cunt was finally bringing Aaron to the edge, though the beginning of the twitching and shuddering of Sherry and Jenny’s death throes probably didn’t hurt any. Suddenly, just as Jenny’s motions were slowing drastically, Sherry gave one final, huge jerk, pissed herself, and then her heart monitor went flat as her eyes rolled up and she fell still.

As Jenny’s skirt started to darken noticeably and her blue eyes started to glaze over, the machines next to her bed and the one holding the tall girl reversed themselves and the rubber started to peel away from their sweaty bodies. The moment brought on three simultaneous orgasms. The tall blonde started to violently buck and heave as she finally released the orgasm that had obviously been waiting for a while, Aaron groaned and filled Liz’s fertile womb with sperm, and that sensation along with the death, possibly deaths, that she had just witnessed threw the girl into the immense peak of her multiple orgasm.

Liz fell to the floor and thrashed around in her pleasure for a few minutes, entertaining the crowd around her. Finally she came back down to earth and gasped, lurching to her feet to check on Jenny, her heart in her throat.

Aaron grabbed her arm to steady her as her sudden ascent made her dizzy, and then a much smaller hand took hold of the other arm, and Liz broke down crying as she lunged blindly to take her sister into a crushing hug. Jenny returned it and whispered in her ear. “See, I told you I’d be alright, though next time I think you should be behind a one way mirror or something. God you were so sexy I just couldn’t help myself, and I’m sorry to tell you that when we get to that Harem Room, I’m going to be fucking you just as much as Aaron will be, and you better return the favor or I’m gonna put you in one of these beds.”

Liz giggled a little hysterically. “Sure, you’ve got a deal.”

Suddenly they broke apart as they heard Ava’s voice. “Oh shit, I can’t cover that, why didn’t you say that I had to put money down on the bet…oh god…”

Jenny got one of her evil looks, and then stumbled over to Sherry’s body and removed the collar and leash. Liz had an idea of what her sister was up to and took the time to retrieve the dead girl’s gag and handcuffs from one of the members.

Ava didn’t even notice their approach until two men grabbed her and held her steady for the sisters, who proceeded to collar, cuff and gag the protesting, bewildered girl. Ava’s sultry brown eyes were staring at them in confusion as Jenny hissed in her ear. “You got Sherry killed with your stupidity, and I almost died because we had to come looking for you. You’re going to be our gaming piece from now on…slave.”

[center]Part Five – Excuse Me – Do You Have the Time?[/center]

“Hello Aaron, I hope you’re enjoying the party so far?” The man that was approaching them was tall and very handsome. He was in his late forties, and unlike all of the other men that Liz had seen so far tonight, he was dressed in an expensive suit rather than a costume. He had a pair of girls on his arms that also were out of costume; a blonde in a pinstripe skirt and diamond pattern tank-top, and an aristocratic looking brunette in ultra-tight dark blue jeans, tall, expensive looking boots, and a thin white half shirt. Liz was uncomfortable with the dismissive looks that the girls were giving her, so she tried to focus on figuring out why the man seemed so familiar…

Aaron strode forward to greet the man with a warm handshake. “I am indeed Samuel, this is by far one of the best selections of games and girls that I have ever had the pleasure of seeing put together in one place. You’ve done a stellar job organizing all of this. We were just about to find a good game to enter our new slave Ava in; do you have any suggestions?”

Samuel gave Liz and Jenny a playful wink, and then leered at the still outraged and somewhat bewildered Ava. “I think I have just the thing for a luscious thing like her; follow me.”

As they made their way through the crowds, Aaron and Samuel introduced their companions to each other. It turned out that the two girls – blonde Tammy and brunette Andrea - were the handsome man’s newest wives; like many wealthy men Samuel seemed to have a tendency of running through spouses rather swiftly, the implications of which didn’t appear to have occurred to the arrogant girls that were wearing his rings.

Ava was only introduced as a snuff toy, and no one paid her any attention other than to take turns tugging at her leash to force her to keep up. Liz and Jenny were the final focus of attention, and Liz found herself blushing at the frank admiration in Samuel’s gaze as he grinned at the news that they were sisters. “Aaron, you sly old dog, you always did have a way of coming up with the best choice of companions at a party. Are you young ladies planning on trying out some of our games? I’d love to see the pair of you risking it all; a young woman never looks more beautiful than when she’s on the edge between life and death.”

Liz had to resist rolling her eyes as Jenny took the opportunity to do a little flirting, giving the handsome man her most winning smile and lightly touching his arm with her small hand. “Actually, I just won a game with the vacuum beds, and from my sister’s reaction while I was playing, I think you may be right.”

Samuel’s pair of wives looked displeased as he patted Jenny’s hand and gave her a very long look up and down her body. “Well I’m sorry that I missed it, that’s one of my favorites. Perhaps before the end of the night you and your sister might give me the pleasure of watching you play in one of my other games?”

The man was good; Liz had to hide her consternation as her sister nodded absently in agreement, too focused on Samuel’s good looks and charming personality to realize that she had just put the two of them at great risk.

When the group came within sight on their destination, Ava’s eyes widened and she tried to dig in her heels, shaking her head vigorously and making muffled moans of protest through her gag. Liz was almost pulled off her feet before several staff members rushed over to lend her a hand. In moments Ava was being carried in much the same manner her poor dead slave had been.

Ava was placed in the gaming area and held there as Liz and the rest of the group made their way through the crowd. Studying the snuff display, Liz really couldn’t blame Ava for the way she had reacted. The game apparently was based around variety, with three different setups all facing each other – one was a seven foot tall, wickedly pointed vertical spit with a silk rope suspended above it, another involved a noose and a pair of spreader bars, one attached to the noose, the other secured by a very short rope to the floor. The final setup puzzled Liz – it was just a ten-foot tall clear tube with water filling it to about a seven-foot depth.

Liz was startled out of her reverie when a hand suddenly gripped her arm; Samuel’s pair of wives had moved to flank Liz and Jenny, and now the pair of sisters were being tightly held. Andrea, who was holding Liz, spoke up. “Hey, we need two more girls to make this worthwhile, why don’t we take these two sluts up on the offer to see them play?”

Suddenly Samuel looked very angry, and his wives blanched and started to back away. “No! We don’t play that way…members may enter multiple girls into a competition, but they never fill all of the slots – we don’t risk accusations of fixed games here. You girls are forgetting your place, and you’re insulting my friend.” He was getting a dangerous glint in his eyes, and Tammy actually whimpered a little when she saw it. “Since you ladies were so eager to get this game going, I think you should fill the remaining slots for us.”

Both girls paled, and Tammy actually looked like she might pass out. After a moment Andrea found her voice. “But-but Sammy dear, you said that we would be safe…”

Her husband signaled for some of the staff and members to drag the shocked young women into the display area. “No, I said that you would be safe from the lottery, not from me. I know I married you for your looks, but God, don’t tell me you’re really so stupid that you never realized that you were going to get snuffed by me sooner rather than later.”

Samuel conferred with Aaron for a moment, and then proceeded to direct the staff in setting up the girls in their designated part of the game. Ava, still cuffed with her arms behind her back, but now with the gag removed from her mouth, was led up some step and onto a platform next to the upper lip of the water tube. Tammy was also led up some steps, but these were the steps of a pair of step ladders to either side of the vertical spike; she was directed to straddle the metal pole so that its sharp point was nestled just inside of her cunt, a task made all too easy by the oil that was coating the entire thing. Finally Andrea had the spreader bars attached to her slender wrists and the ankles of her sexy boots, and the noose was cinched tightly around her neck.

As soon as everything was ready, Samuel started to speak loudly to both the crowd and the girls who would be entertaining them. “Ladies and gentlemen, this game is what we call a timed event. Each of these girls has a lethal challenge of endurance that they must survive for thirty minutes. Now I’m sure that these challenges seem straight forward, but trust me, there will be some entertaining complications involved. Now, without further ado, let’s start the clock.”

As soon as the large digital display in the middle of the game area started its countdown, Ava was shoved into the tube, making a large splash as she descended to the bottom before kicking off of it and making for the surface of the water. Her Elvira dress molded itself to her incredible body, making for an enticing sight, but also making her job of staying afloat much more difficult, as the long, slit skirt tangled with her legs; the fact that the tall, slender heels of her strappy pumps were interfering in the ability of her feet to gain traction in the water and that the narrowness of the tube limited her range of movement only added to her problems.

At the same time, Tammy was directed to get a tight grip on the rope above her head, and then the stepladders were removed from beneath her feet, and a twenty-pound weight was attached to the spreader bar that was between Andrea’s wrists.

Not much happened for awhile, but each of the girls made for such an erotic display that no one cared. Ava’s spectacular breasts had quickly worked free of her dress, and the movements they made, along with those of her long, perfectly formed legs as she struggled to stay above water were mesmerizing.

Meanwhile, Tammy was stretched out to hold onto the rope above her head, drawing her sexy stomach and thrusting her firm, pointy tits outward.

Finally, Andrea’s arm, leg and neck muscles were straining beautifully; her legs from their uncomfortably wide stretch and the fact that she was up on her toes to help reduce the pressure on her arms and neck, her slender arms from trying to hold up the weight so that it wouldn’t pull the noose any tighter than it already was, and of course her neck had to deal with the fact that the pulley holding up the noose/spreader bar assembly was set just high enough to make her strangle slightly regardless of how high she held her wrists.

Near the ten-minute mark, Liz started to stroke herself unconsciously as each of the girls showed signs that they were starting to have trouble. From the hardness of her nipples, the slight blueness of her lips, and the shivers that were shaking her body, it was obvious that Ava’s complication was that the water was at a cruelly low temperature, creating a dilemma for her; she would have to tread water vigorously to keep her core temperature up, but that would mean using up her precious energy that much faster.

A short time later, Tammy started whimpering as a humming sound started to come from beneath her; it seemed that her spit was vibrating, and Liz could tell from the slight movements of the blondes hips and the look of mixed passion and terror in her eyes that it was starting to get to her.

It seemed that Andrea’s complication had been the weight, and really that was turning out to be more than enough; the spoiled girl had never had to do any work in her life, and now she was paying for it. Her lips were peeled back in a silent snarl as she desperately tried to keep her arms up, but it was a battle that she was losing far too quickly. Just fifteen minutes into the game, her weak arms gave out, and she started to hang, the small weight more than enough to draw the noose to lethal tightness with her legs firmly attached to the floor.

Liz moved over to Jenny, and they started to fondle each other as they watched the brunette thrashing her tight body around within her bonds, her mouth wide open and her eyes bulging as her instinctive attempts to reach her hands for her neck strangled her all the more completely. In only a few minutes, Andrea’s movements fell to twitches, and then her eyes went fixed and the crotch of her expensive designer jeans darkened as she pissed herself.

Liz and Jenny weren’t the only girls turned on by Andrea’s display; Tammy appeared to be fascinated by the demise of her fellow wife, and her eyes were half lidded and clouded with lust as she started to energetically hump her hips around the spit while Andrea approached death. She was still hanging on, but she seemed to only be doing it out of habit, and then Andrea finally died, and Tammy started to cum. The blonde threw her head back and opened her mouth wide in a primal scream of pleasure, and then she let go of the rope. Her body rippled and convulsed as she swiftly slid downwards, the well-oiled pole piercing her body with ease, and before she had even completed her orgasm, the tip of the spit was emerging from between her hot pink lips. Her sleek body jerked and twitched a few times, and then her arms and legs fell limp as she died, her unguided spitting having pierced her heart.

Liz and Jenny were now on their knees together, fingering each other and nearing their own climaxes as they turned to watch their slave. Ava’s motions were slowing and becoming more random as her eyes started to close and her head bowed. Soon after the twenty-minute mark, the once proud girl went under, and that woke her up for a bit as she came to the surface sputtering and choking, but her panicked burst of energy didn’t last. The look in her eyes changed, and Liz and her sister started to cum as they saw that their haughty friend had decided to give up. Ava stopped moving, and sank slowly under the surface of the water. She stared out at them for a moment, and then she purposefully opened her mouth and let forth a stream of air bubbles in a silent, wordless cry. Seconds after she ran out of air, Ava breathed in water and convulsed violently before finally falling still, her raven hair forming a halo around her as she floated in the middle of the tube.

By the time Liz and Jenny had calmed down, a staff member had pulled out Ava just enough to strip her, and then he adjusted a temperature control attached to the tube, and the water swiftly started to heat – obviously they were going to boil her right there. Looking around, the sisters saw that all of the bodies were being prepared on site; the pair of wives had been relieved of their expensive clothes and jewelry, and a cylinder of heating coils had been placed around Tammy, while Andrea had been hung upside down by her leg spreader, and her throat and sexy belly had been slit open for bleeding and gutting; a portable grill had been wheeled up, so obviously they were going to butcher the brunette to order.

Aaron and Samuel helped the sisters to their feet, and then started to lead them away. Samuel was grinning at them. “Since it seems that I’m short on female company right now, what with my wives being cooked and my daughter running around God knows where, Aaron invited me to join all of you in the Harem room. I hope you don’t mind if I enjoy you lovely young ladies while I’m there?”

Jenny instantly claimed his arm. “Oh, I insist big guy. Just remember that we need to make it out of that room alive if you want to watch us playing any games.”

Samuel chuckled and pulled the blonde in close. “I’ll try to remember that.”

Liz sighed as she wondered what other risky situations her sister was going to get her into tonight, and then she took Aaron’s arm and let him escort her to where her only living friend was waiting to be snuffed in front of her.

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[center]Part Six – How’s My Breath?[/center]

When Liz, Jenny, Aaron and Samuel entered the Harem Room, a massive pillow fight was in progress, girlish giggles and feathers filling the air. Liz had to admit, this was the perfect setting for it, with over half of the huge floor space being occupied by a massive bed of oversized fluffy pillows. She was also happy, if a bit surprised, that Yuki and the twins were getting along so well; it made what was about to happen easier for her if she could go into it knowing that Yuki’s last few hours of life had been happy ones.

Aaron cleared his throat to get the playing girls’ attentions, and they all stopped and turned to see who was there, and then the twins suddenly squealed and ran up to Liz and Jenny. Liz was a bit overwhelmed as she was suddenly in the middle of a four way hugging session as the twins started speaking excitedly. “Wow, we never knew you guys were so nice and cool.” “Yeah, we thought you were all bitchy like that Ava.” “Or wannabes like that Sherry girl.” “But Yuki’s so sweet and nice and cool.” “And she told us all about you guys and the stuff you do.” “We wanna hang out with you guys.”

Samuel chuckled from the door as he softly shut it. “Well, Liz and Jenny said they would play a game for me later, so maybe all four of you can ‘hang’ together…yes, two sets of sisters on the gallows at one time, that would be a sight…”

The twins looked at the speaker and started to squeal again as they barreled into him and started to hug him enthusiastically. “Mister Daddy, you’re here!” “We were looking for you!” “Are you going to stay to watch us snuff our Yuki?”

Liz looked at Jenny with wide, amused eyes and mouthed, “Mister Daddy?” Jenny just shrugged and led her over to Yuki while the twins jabbered at the men.

Yuki was lounging on a huge pile of pillows, looking relaxed and happy. “Hey girls, I take it that Ava and Sherry got in over their heads?”

Liz started to crack up at that wording. “Yeah, rubber and water were over their heads…” Suddenly she stifled her amusement as the subject of snuffs was brought to mind. “So…are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Yuki pulled the sisters down to her for a gentle hug and some kisses. “Yeah, I’m super okay with it. I was kinda scared at first, you know, that the twins were like Samantha and would really be mean about it, but they’re really just nice and fun-loving girls; more than a little blonde, sure, but they promised that they would make this real nice for me, and I believe them.”

Liz sighed with relief and then caressed Yuki’s cheek. “That’s good to hear. I’m still gonna miss you though.”

Yuki refused to let Liz get all maudlin and bit playfully at her nose. “Yeah, I’m gonna miss me too, but I’m still here now, so you two need to give me some lovins.”

The three of them played around with each other for a few minutes, and then the men and the twins finally joined them. The three friends were allowed to say their goodbyes, and then Aaron took charge of things. “Alright girls, let’s get this started. Liz and Jenny, please come over here, get on your hands and knees and get those skirts out of the way. Samuel, if you would be so kind as to assist me in showing these young ladies what a real fucking is?”

The two men quickly disrobed – in Aaron’s case literally – and then they got behind the sisters and entered them slowly while leaning over to play with the two pairs of near identical perky tits. Liz groaned as she took Aaron inside her once again, and the thought occurred to her that no cock had ever truly felt like it belonged in her like his did.

As the men found their rhythm, Aaron finished giving his orders. “Vicky, Barb, please proceed as we discussed.”

The twins immediately went into action, producing a pair of pink fur lined handcuffs and turning Yuki over to secure her wrists behind her back. She responded by wiggling and moaning a little in pleasure; Liz smiled as she remembered how much Ayana used to brag about Yuki cumming buckets when they played tie-up games.

Turning Yuki onto her back and opening her kimono, the twins started to gently kiss and nibble at her ears and neck, and then gradually made their way down her body, engaging in a slow, tender dual foreplay that had the sleek Japanese girl writhing and whimpering in arousal. When the pair of platinum haired ‘angels’ reached Yuki’s breasts, they spent many long minutes lavishing attention on them, driving the girl crazy, and then they continued their journey, skipping over her already dripping sex and focusing instead on her naval, inner thighs, and the backs of her knees, before finally removing her red pumps and attacking her feet. Yuki started thrashing as best she could, tossing her head and groaning as her arousal became unbearable.

Just when Liz thought that her friend was about to lose her mind, one of the twins – Barb, she was almost certain that it was Barb – dove between Yuki’s sexy thighs and started to eat her out with astonishing enthusiasm. Yuki immediately stiffened and started to quiver from a powerful orgasm, her eyes screwed tightly shut and her mouth wide open in a great gasp, and that was when Vicky started her real part in the proceedings, taking a firm hold on Yuki’s head, gently but firmly pinching the girl’s nose shut, and then covering her mouth with her own in a passionate open mouth kiss that was hard enough to seal off the only source of air for her victim.

Liz was finding it hard to concentrate now as Aaron started to really pound into her, but she could see and hear that Yuki’s orgasm was growing even more powerful because of this turn of events. The girl’s sleek body was writhing in ecstasy and her long legs were wrapped around Barbs body to draw her face more firmly into her cunt as she moaned into Vicky’s mouth and returned her kiss so energetically that Vicky’s nose breathing was loud and labored.

Yuki’s passions seemed to reach a crescendo just as her body took over and started to struggle for air, her slender shoulders tensing up in an effort to free her hands, her back arching and chest heaving in her efforts to find oxygen, and her amazing legs thrashing in the air behind Barb. The combination of orgasmic and desperate movements was so violent that the twins were almost thrown off of her, but somehow they held firm, and soon Yuki started to twitch and shudder as her eyes opened wide.

Liz felt herself nearing her own climax as she looked at her friend’s eyes and saw that despite what her body was doing, her mind and soul wanted this to happen, desired it to the point that nothing else mattered. Barb must have sensed that Yuki was about to die, because she suddenly moved her head out from between the girl’s still jerking legs and started to use her fingers to keep the terminal orgasm going to the very end.

Yuki’s legs kicked out a few times and her back arched painfully, and then piss started to trickle from her and she slowly went limp as her eyes fixed sightlessly on something beyond the ceiling. At the same time, Aaron groaned and filled Liz with his cum, and she went over the edge, going flat to the pillows as her limbs collapsed with the power of her climax.

Liz gasped and shuddered with the aftershocks of her orgasm as Aaron laid on top of her and tenderly kissed the back of her neck. She was having trouble focusing on anything, but she could see that Jenny and Samuel were still on their knees and were making out passionately, while the twins were cuddling Yuki’s limp body between them as they sweetly kissed her face; they must have closed her eyes and mouth for her, and it was hard for Liz to believe that her friend wasn’t just sleeping peacefully.

After a long moment, Aaron whispered in her ear. “I’d love to just lay here with you forever baby, but it’s getting late, and we’ve still got things to do.” Liz was a bit shocked by the way her heart reacted to his tone and words, and couldn’t manage to get out a response before he was off of her and talking into a nearby intercom, asking the staff to come pick up Yuki’s body for preservation.

Liz sat up suddenly, eyes wide, as she registered what Aaron had ordered. She quickly stood up and went to him. “Aaron, what did you mean by preservation?”

He smiled and kissed her on the forehead. “A gift for the both of us, well, if you make it to the end of the night. She’ll be placed in a special solution for a few weeks, and at the end of that time, she’ll be perfectly preserved for all time; she’ll look and feel like she was still alive, and she’ll even be usable in bed.” He looked unsure of himself for the first time since she had met him. “That’s not a problem is it? I can have her cooked up instead, but we’ve got a lot of meat waiting for us already…”

Liz smiled and put her head against his chest. “No, no it’s fine. Really sweet in fact…but…are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

He laughed gently as the staff entered to take Yuki. “Well, we’ll talk about that at the end of the party. For now, I believe you girls have an appointment with the gallows.”

[center]Part Seven – Whose Idea Was This, Anyway?[/center]

“Hey Aaron, can we eat our friends before we hang?” Liz was having trouble keeping her nervousness out of her voice as she allowed herself to be led back into the ballroom by the older man. She was really having trouble sorting out her feelings – she knew that some of her nerves were coming from the thought of hanging from a noose in a competition with her sister and two girls that she was really growing to like, but somehow that wasn’t getting to her as much as the notion growing in her head that she really wanted to see this man again after the party was over…more than that, she had a nagging urge to tell him that she wanted to have his babies. It was all so clichéd and silly, like a schoolgirl crush, and she had never given in to one of those before; she left that type of behavior to her sister. The really scary part for her was that she just knew that if he asked her to come home with him tonight, she would say yes, and with the behavior she had seen out of wealthy men tonight, she wasn’t entirely certain she would survive such a tryst.

Aaron immediately steered them towards the restaurant area. “Great idea, I’m starving, and my orders should all be about ready by now. We’ll eat while we wait for the main gallows to clear out a bit, and then you can play. We’ll need to come up with a few more girls, but I’m sure we can use the lottery if we need to.”

As they approached the dining area, the aroma of roasted, baked, grilled and boiled girl meat was almost overwhelming for Liz; she had to restrain herself from running ahead and stealing someone’s plate. The place was fairly busy, and nervous waitresses were rushing everywhere, hoping not to draw attention to themselves.

They found a large table and seated themselves, and then Aaron and Samuel ordered a variety of cuts from Ayana, Elena, Sherry, Ava and Samuel’s two wives. As they were waiting, Liz couldn’t help but notice that the Emery twins were looking much more subdued than normal, so she left Aaron to talk with his friend and sat by them. “What’s wrong girls?”

They both looked about as confused as Liz felt. “We-we just realized, right when she died…” “…we loved her.” “We’ve never snuffed someone we loved.” “Help us please…” “…Yuki said you were the one to talk to about this kind of stuff.”

Liz smiled and moved to hug both of them. “Oh, you don’t know how happy it makes me to know that she was able to be snuffed by people that loved her. She told me herself that she really liked you guys a lot, and was really happy that you would be the ones snuffing her. Don’t worry, the way you did it, it was an act of love.”

The twins brightened up considerably and kissed Liz on both cheeks and whispered in her ears in stereo. “Thank you!”

All three of them came to attention as a familiar voice yelled out, “Daddy!”

Liz swung her head around in time to see Samantha fly into the lap of Samuel before hugging him super tight. Liz turned to the twins, her eyes wide with shock. “Don’t tell me that he’s her dad?” They just nodded, looking confused at her surprise. “So that’s why you called him Mister Daddy; I should have guessed, I knew he looked familiar.”

Liz turned her attention back to Samantha as she started in with her usual bratty-ness. “Daddy, can I have something please? There’s a couple of girls that I really want to see snuff it…can you make it happen, please?”

Liz and Jenny were both starting to glare at Samantha, knowing that she was talking about them, when her father’s glare joined theirs. “Pumpkin, what did I tell you at the start of the party? We don’t rig things here. We may not be entirely forthcoming about certain things when it comes time to tell the girls how things work, but we don’t fix the draws or the games.”

Samantha started to pout and seemed to lose track of who was nearby. “But Daddy, I’ve been waiting ages to see Liz and Jenny snuff it. Can’t you do something?”

Liz saw Samuel get the same look in his eyes that had been so deadly for his wives, and she had to cover her mouth to hide her smirk. Aaron, who didn’t look very pleased either, caught the look and stood up at the same time as his friend. Startled, the oblivious Samantha started to fall from her father’s lap, but the two men firmly gripped her shoulders and held her with her toes an inch or so off the ground instead. “Hey! What’s going on? Let me down!”

Samantha’s indignation quickly turned to apprehension as she finally noticed her father’s expression. “Samantha Jane Andrews, you have pushed the limits for the last time. If you would have been patient, you would have found out that all four of our companions are going to play at the gallows when we finish eating, and you would have been able to enjoy yourself watching them air dance. Now, you’re going to be joining them, and my position isn’t going to help you at all.”

Samantha stared at him in blank shock for a moment, and then she started to thrash and scream. “You can’t do this to me! I’m your daughter, your only heir for Christ’s sake! Let me go damn it! Let me-ummpphh…”

The spoiled girl’s tirade was swiftly muffled as a staff member rushed to bring his boss a gag and a selection of bondage gear. In seconds the three men shoved a ball gag into her conveniently open mouth, tightly strapped a bondage corset around her already narrow waist, put cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and attached all four cuffs to the corset with short chains so that she was laying in a hogtied position on the floor next to the table.

Without even talking about it, everyone sitting at the table resolved to ignore the squirming girl on the floor, and they proceeded to have a wonderful conversation while they enjoyed the meat of the deceased members of the two former rival groups, along with Samantha’s hapless step-mothers.

Time passed swiftly, and all too soon Aaron was offering Liz and Vicky his arms, while Samuel did the same for Jenny and Barb; apparently they liked the idea of splitting the two sets of sisters between them. As they all followed behind the cart with Samantha on it that a staff member was pushing along, Vicky noticed that Liz was even paler than normal and reached across Aaron to squeeze her hand with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry Liz, we’ll all be okay, well, except Samantha probably; these are the big gallows, there’ll be other girls playing that’ll snuff it before we will, I promise.”

Liz didn’t want to hurt the confidence of the other girls, so she pasted a smile on her face and pretended that there weren’t a million butterflies in her stomach as the group climbed up onto the gallows platform after Samantha’s ankles were released and the pair of staff members running the game forcibly escorted her up the steps. The platform was pretty high, and held a dozen nooses arranged in an arc so that the girls would be able to see each other as they were hanged, three of which were occupied by a stunning blonde in a stewardess outfit, a small but shapely black girl in a sexy pirate costume, and a trembling, deliciously cuddly brunette dressed as Supergirl.

The girls were led to the closest five nooses, with Samantha being in the middle of the line, followed by the twins, Jenny and finally Liz at the end, where she would have the best view of the other girls. With the exception of the already bound Samantha, the girls all had their hands secured front and back like poor Sherry’s had been, though theirs were tied with smooth silk rope – apparently it was a popular way to increase the entertainment value of a girl. The nooses were placed around their necks, but very loosely with lots of slack in the rope, since they still had to wait for two more participants to be chosen via the lottery.

Liz could see that the twins were taking advantage of their temporary freedom of movement to tenderly kiss each other goodbye, just in case, and she decided that it was a great idea. Stepping close to her sister, Liz stared into her excited blue eyes for a moment. “Sis, if one of us doesn’t make it, I want you to know that I love you, and the time we’ve lived together has been wonderful…”

Jenny smiled brightly at her. “Of course it was; we’re the dynamic duo. Don’t worry though, we’re both gonna make it, and we’re going to get to watch Samantha finally get hers.”

Liz saw a tiny Asian girl dressed as a Playboy Bunny and a Goth chick in a black, carefully torn wedding gown being led towards the gallows, and knew that there wasn’t much time. She pressed herself up against Jenny, rubbing their tits together, and gave her a deep, loving kiss that made both of them moan in arousal and lasted until they were pulled apart for the start of the game. As she separated from her sister for what might be the last time, Liz called out, “I love you sis, goodbye!”

Jenny just winked at her and grinned. “See you soon, don’t go anywhere without me.”

The nooses were now given their final placements, and the ropes were drawn up until each girl was on her tiptoes and struggling not to strangle. Samuel stepped to the edge of the stage with a microphone. “Okay folks, here we have ten lovely ladies, all ready to dance for us, and in this envelope I have the order from the kitchen, so we’re ready to start.” He opened the envelope in his hand with a flourish and carefully confirmed what it said with the other men that had donated girls. He raised his hand, and a staff member took hold of the lever that would raise the girls into the air; no chances were being taken of some girl spoiling the show with a broken neck. “And the number of meat girls that are to die for us this game is five, for a fifty percent kill rate, lovely. Well, good luck ladies!” He dropped his hand, and the girls rose into the air.

As Liz was lifted by her neck to fully hang, all of her worries vanished. It was wonderful! She felt a pleasant floating sensation overtake her, even as she was aware of her body starting to struggle instinctively, the sensations caused by the rope between her legs only adding to her pleasure.

Liz was fully aware of what was going on around her, and as her legs kicked and her body writhed all on its own, she started to slide the rope along her slit on purpose while enjoying the show that the other nine girls were putting on, focusing on the ones that she knew.

Jenny was putting her all into her fight against the rope, as she did with everything in her life. Her mouth was gaping as she struggled to draw breath, but her eyes were smiling as she stared back at Liz.

The twins were also moving energetically, but they were focusing those movements on looking sexy for the crowd and jerking themselves off. They were moving with an eerie coordination that was mesmerizing as they danced in the air like they were doing a strip tease.

Samantha had tears streaming down her face, and her eyes were filled with terror and confusion; even now the spoiled bitch didn’t seem to understand how this could be happening to her. She was thrashing around more violently than any of the others, and it was having an affect, just not one that she would have wanted; her noose had become lethally tight very quickly thanks to her efforts. Her face was turning purple already, and her tongue was starting to protrude; Liz smiled to herself, knowing that her rival had no chance of survival now, and it was all her own fault.

Of the other girls, the Asian girl seemed to be doing best thanks to her low weight, while the cuddly Supergirl was almost as bad off as Samantha, for much the same reasons.

Liz was not at all surprised when Samantha and Supergirl were the first to start their death throes, and at almost the same time. What did surprise her was that they both outlasted the shapely stewardess, who had seemed to be doing well, but had managed to twist her noose about on her neck somehow and was suddenly even more profoundly strangled than anyone else. The stewardess went through her final shuddering and jerking with incredible speed, but even so her spectacular body made it a great show while it lasted.

Liz felt herself starting to cum as she watched the incredible blonde piss herself and fall still, and that orgasm hadn’t even finished yet when she fell into an even bigger one as Samantha shuddered from head to toe and fell still with her face still full of pain-filled bewilderment, while the cute Supergirl pissed herself and stared unseeingly out past the audience with eternally terrified eyes.

Now that the quick kills were out of the way, it was down to a contest of endurance and self control, a contest that Liz knew she was losing; she was cumming constantly now, and she was using up too much energy, but she couldn’t bring her pleasure fogged mind to care.

Liz found that she couldn’t breath at all now, a sensation that she explored with relish as she looked around once more to see if anyone else was entering the lethal stages of asphyxia. The still excited and focused looking Jenny appeared to be slightly further along than she was, which made her a little sad, but she couldn’t really focus on the emotion right then. The twins on the other hand were a little better off at the moment, having swung themselves close enough to intertwine their legs and lift each other alternately so that they were still able to take very tiny breaths; not enough to make them last indefinitely, but enough to buy them some time. Liz was happy at that – those two really were too sweet to die so soon.

Looking further afield, Liz saw that the black pirate was still doing as well as when she had started, while thanks to some out of control orgasms the Asian Bunny’s situation had deteriorated to match Jenny’s. Finally the goth rotated into view just in time for Liz to watch the morbid bride’s just visible platform boots jerk spasmodically a few times before the girl’s surprisingly satisfied looking black rimmed eyes rolled up as she died. One snuff to go, and not a single person she cared for gone yet. Come on, Liz thought, we’re so close…

[center]Part Eight – Will You Love Me Forever?[/center]

Liz could feel her death approaching her, and she could see the same recognition in the eyes of her sister and the Asian; the thought occurred to her that without heart monitors to confirm death, all three of them could end up in the kitchens, and it seemed a shame to her in some distant, abstract way.

Liz’s vision was starting to tunnel on her, and there was a weird buzzing in her ears, so she gave up on watching the other girls as she threw her soul into trying to find the peak of one final orgasm as she felt her body starting to die around her. She felt a truly astounding climax approaching, ready to overwhelm her.

Suddenly Liz was on her back and drawing in huge gulps of air, and that sent her plunging into the waiting abyss of the most powerful cum she had ever had. She was writhing and jerking all over the platform, barely conscious of bumping into various legs as she did so. Finally she started to come down a bit, and she opened her eyes to stare up at the still bodies above her. There was Samantha in her cat suit, and Supergirl, and the stewardess, and of course the Goth bride, but who was that last one, the one wearing very tall-heeled patent leather shoes, and white stockings, and a tiny plaid skirt…

“Oh God no, Jenny!” Liz lurched to her feet and hugged her still hanging sister’s hips, pressing her face to her motionless chest. She could feel the wetness from Jenny’s piss soaked skirt seeping into her own clothing, but she didn’t care. “No, not you, it should have been me, I was almost there, why didn’t you hold on a little longer?”

A pair of hands gently detached Liz from her sister, and she was too numb to resist. The hands turned her, and she was looking at Vicky, who had tears in her eyes. The uncharacteristically solo twin pulled the listless Liz into a tight hug and whispered in her ear. “I’m really sorry Liz, really I am…but I need to return a favor. Please, when I let you go, turn and look at your sister again, look at her face, and just try to tell me that she didn’t die happy – you won’t be able to; she went like Yuki.”

Liz was more than ready to deny what Vicky was telling her, but when she turned, she found herself speechless. Barb had freed Jenny from her noose, and was cradling her body like a child’s. Liz looked at her sister’s face and was amazed; despite the affects of the strangulation, her lips were curled up in a small smile, and her eyes were frozen in an expression of pure bliss.

A while later Aaron and Samuel approached Liz and the twins as they finished saying their goodbyes to Jenny. The two men looked nervous about something, and the three girls perked up in interest as the men leaned over them and Aaron spoke in a low voice. “Look, girls, we have something to tell you that you probably won’t like, and a proposal that we hope you will. See, none of the girls at this party are going to make it out of here alive and un-owned. In just a little while now, all of the girls that haven’t already been snuffed or claimed are going to be auctioned off, with no minimum bids; they’ll all sell. I know that seems unfair, but it was in the paperwork that came with your invitation.” He paused while they stared at him in shock and consternation, and then he looked really unsure of himself. “Well, anyway, Samuel and I really don’t want to lose you girls to the auction; we-we’ve really grown quite attached to you. So, well, we want to take you home with us…we’ll own your meat contracts, that can’t be helped; it’s the only way to get you out of here alive, even for Samuel…”

Liz felt her world collapsing around her. She had just lost her sister, and now this man that she so wanted to love was telling her that he wanted her as a slave, that no matter what her old life and all of her dreams were finished. She tried to turn her face away from him, but he stopped her with a gentle finger on her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. “Liz, sweety, let me finish. When we get you girls out of here, we’ll need you to start writing up wedding invitations; can you do that?”

Liz fluttered her hands and exchanged wide eyed looks with the twins, her heart pounding and her mind not seeming to be working right. “So, are you – I mean, is this…”

Aaron pulled her up into a hug. “I do want my children to be able to inherit from me you know…and Samuel needs a new heir himself now…so yeah, I am. I mean, I know that we just met tonight, but I thought that we really connected…” He trailed off uncertainly.

Liz looked at the twins for a moment as their own handsome suitor produced a familiar looking pair of rings; Vicky and Barb didn’t seem to find that at all ominous as they squealed in happiness and tackled Samuel to the ground. Turning back to Aaron, she saw the vulnerable look on his face and her heart melted. She threw herself into his arms and kissed him deeply, then grinned up at him. “We’d better get to that auction then, we’ll be needing some roasters and entertainment for the reception…just do me a favor and make sure that Jenny can be there too…”

As Liz stood in front of the Club with her future husband, his friend and her pair of new best friends, watching her specially chosen wedding and house slaves being herded into a waiting delivery truck, she couldn’t help wondering how long it would be before the pair of wealthy men would find themselves needing new wives again, but then she mentally shrugged to herself. She knew that one day she would be snuffed, and probably unexpectedly at a party like this one, but she really couldn’t feel bad about that when she thought of the fact that she had come here expecting everything to go wrong for her, while her companions had thought that everything would go right, and now here she was, about to marry a caring and wealthy man while they were all dead and gone.

Turning to her new companions, Liz grinned. “So what do you guys think about a group honeymoon on one of those snuff-cruises…”

[center][color=blue:wfx0d3a2] Finis[/color:wfx0d3a2][/center]