Part 2

The car pulled over to the side of the road and two girls got out. "Are you sure this is where you want to be let off", the driver asked. To him, it seemed like he was stranding two girls in the middle of nowhere.

"Yep", replied Liz, smiling. "There's a trail head just a little ways from here, and our friends know where we are." She hefted her backpack over her shoulders to make a point.

"If you say so", the driver said. He slowly drove off, watching the girls through his mirror. Once he was out of sight, the girls started walking. They weren't actually going hiking. Instead, they followed the road.

They were about two miles from the man's house. To avoid any suspicion, they hitchhiked most of the way, pretending to be hikers. They could have had a friend drive them, but then there would have been a loose end, and the man wanted to remain as secret as possible.

It took them about an hour to get to the man's house, and they arrived a few hours before noon. Liz was carrying everything they needed, but was barely breathing hard. On the other hand, Jen, who was carrying nothing, was panting hard and starting to sweat.

Liz stopped at the house to let Jen catch her breath. "You really should have worked out more," Liz said playfully. "You won't last long on the rope if you're struggling now."

"Shut up," Jen said back, still panting. "It's not like it'll matter." She took a few deep breaths and started walking again. The two girls went around the back of the house and found the basement doors. Jen looked at them with a bit of hesitation. "Are we really doing this?"

"Of course," Liz replied. She opened the doors and confidently walked down the steps. Jen timidly followed her down. After a short set of stairs, they reached a heavy door. Liz cautiously opened it and peered inside.

It was a dull, cement room, but it was well lit and had several cameras placed around it. In the center of the room was a large platform with two bars held above it. At the end of each bar was a strange box. A sort of mechanized gallows that the man designed himself.

Liz looked to her left and gasped. Stepping into the room, she called behind her, "Holy shit! Jen, look at this!"

Jen stepped in behind her. "What is it?" She looked past Liz and at the row of chairs along the wall. "Oh my god!" Sitting in one of the chairs was a beautiful young woman, naked except for her panties. Only her head was not on her neck. It was in her lap, blindfolded and gagged. The corpse's arms hung limply at her sides.

"I guess this is the real deal," Liz said nervously. She walked up to the corpse and gently picked up the head. "Check this out Jen." She tossed the head over to Jen, who was still staring in shock. Jen let out a squeak of surprise and awkwardly caught it.

"Now what's making that noise?" Liz asked, looking at the corpse. She pulled down the dead girl's panties, and found the two dildos, still buzzing away. "Look at this Jen," she said. "This bitch was getting herself off when she died."

"I don't think you should do that," Jen said nervously. She was looking at the corpse with a strange look on her face. Liz couldn't tell if she was scared or excited.

"What? It's not like she cares," Liz responded. Suddenly, she got an evil look in her eye. She pulled the two dildos from the dead girl and turned to Jen. "Strip."

Jen swallowed nervously. She put the girl's head back on the body and started to take her clothes off. She was much shorter than Liz, and a bit more plump, with large breasts and voluptuous curves. Liz was taller and more muscular, and clearly more commanding in the relationship.

While Jen stripped, Liz put her bag down and pulled out a length of rope. She wanted to do some role play with Jen to set the mood for their execution. Once Jen's clothes were off, Liz grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back.

She bound them behind Jen's back tightly, then wrapped the rope around her chest, cutting Jen's breath short. Jen grunted, but did not resist her. Next, Liz stuffed the two dildos into Jen. Jen cried out as her ass was invaded by the un-lubricated vibrator. She held back tears as Jen continued wrapping the rope around her, now looping it below her crotch to hold the dildos in place. She added a large knot just above Jen's clit. Once she was done, Liz pushed Jen to the floor and stood above her.

"Do you know why I brought you here, slut?" Liz demanded.

"N-no mistress", Jen stuttered out, struggling to sit up.

"Then let me tell you!" Liz put her foot on Jen's chest and pushed her back to the floor. "You've been disappointing me slave. Lately, it seems that you're too distracted or 'busy' to please your master. A slave that cannot please her master is useless, and useless slaves need to be disposed of!" She glared at Jen, waiting for a response.

Jen looked away, blushing with shame. She's just too cute, Liz thought to herself. She leaned forward pressing her foot painfully in Jen's chest. "Well slut, anything to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry mistress. P-p-please show me mercy." Jen's lips trembled as she looked back at Liz. Liz smiled.

"I guess I should make sure you aren't completely worthless before I get rid of you," Liz said. She quickly pulled off all of her clothes and sat next to the girl's corpse. "If you can get me off without getting distracted, I might just let you live." Saying this, she reached into her bag and pulled out a thin cane.

Jen awkwardly slid across the floor, clumsy with her arms tied behind her back. As she made her way to Liz, she felt the dildos shift inside her, and her pussy started dripping. Jen knew what Liz was up to. It was a game of who would cum first, and Liz was determined to win.

Jen kneeled down in front of Liz and looked up at her. "Thank you for your kindness master. I will try to redeem myself."

"Well get to it then!" Liz snapped. She lifted the thin cane and smacked Jen's breasts. Jen flinched slightly, then leaned into Liz's legs and started licking. She carefully ran her tongue over Liz's pussy, savoring the taste of her master. "You'll have to do better than that," Liz said, and she reached over Jen's head and brought the cane down on her ass.

Jen trembled, aroused at the sharp pain. She moved her tongue a little faster, but still slowly. Two more blows hit her, and Jen could feel herself getting wetter. She carefully pushed her tongue into Liz and began moving it. Liz grabbed Jen's nipple and pulled it hard, then smacked her with the cane a few more times. Despite this, Jen still moved slowly. She knew the point of this game was for her to lose.

"If you don't pick up the pace, you won't live much longer," Liz cautioned, then followed up with more abuse from the cane. The blows raised Jen's arousal even higher. Combined with the pleasure from the dildos, she was getting close to an orgasm. But she did not move faster. Jen continued to slowly probe Liz's pussy with her tongue, enjoying the taste, knowing it would be her last.

Liz looked down on Jen and grinned. "I see how it is. You don't want to be saved. You're just a worthless slut, only fit for snuffing." Liz smacked Jen a few more times, then grabbed her hair and pulled her to the floor.

Jen stumbled and fell on her back. Before she could try to get up, Liz was straddling her face, smothering her with her pussy. "Come on slut, at least try to get me off before you die!" Liz bent forward to grab the dildos, and started fucking Jen while grinding on her face.

Jen almost orgasmed at the sudden pleasure, and started frantically licking Liz's pussy. She tried to stay calm, but Liz was relentless. Liz suddenly reached forward and grabbed the cane, then brought it down on Jen's clit. The unexpected pain brought Jen to orgasm, and she trembled, trying not to let it show. Jen tried to lick Liz faster, hoping that she got away with her orgasm.

"Don't think I didn't notice that you slut! Getting me off now won't save you," Liz shouted, and began moving the dildos even faster. Now Liz was feeling an orgasm building up, and she moved her hips faster, rubbing her pussy across Jen's face.

Jen could already feel herself start to orgasm again, and she frantically tried to please Liz while bucking her hips from the pleasure of the dildos. The two girls tried to satisfy the other, faster and faster, until they both came.

Liz stood up and looked down at Jen regretfully. "You tried slave, but I saw you get distracted and let yourself cum before me. It's time to get rid of you."

Jen struggled to her feet. "Please forgive me master. I didn't mean to. I swear, just-". Her words were cut off as Liz grabbed her hair and dragged her to the platform. In her hands was a noose, one that she made before coming to the room. Jen trembled, but obediently followed.

On the platform was a metal bar with a small hook in the center. The bar had a box at the end, and a pad was placed under the bar. Liz tied a loop at the other end of the noose and placed it on the hook, the pushed Jen onto the pad. As soon as Jen touched the pad, the bar started to rotate. It was extremely slow, and would draw out Jen's death for a while.

Jen looked up at the bar with horror and arousal. Suddenly, she wasn't sure that she wanted to do this any more. She looked at Liz, but before she could say anything, Liz brought the noose around her neck and pulled it tight.

Jen felt herself start to panic, and broke the immersion of the role play. "Liz, I don't want to do this any more. I'm scared," she pleaded, with tears started to form.

Liz looked at her, then slapped her hard across the face. "Shut up slave. You showed your worth, and now it's time for you to die." The bar slowly winched the rope up as Jen stood stunned.

Jen was crying now, a few tears fell down her face. "Come on Liz, I'm really scared. Just let me down. I want to go home." Jen was really starting to panic now, and she felt the rope slowly being lifted up. In a few seconds, it would be pulled taught. She stared at Liz, hoping her friend would reconsider. Don't look at me like that Jen[\i], Liz thought, [i] you're too cute when you're scared[\i].

"Silence slave! You brought this on yourself! Now be quiet and face your death like the trash you are!" Liz said forcefully, raising her hand again. Jen stared at her in shock, and started sobbing.

"Liz, please. I don't want to die. Please just let me down. I'm scared Liz. I just want to get down." The rope continued to rise steadily, and Jen began to bawl. Tears streamed down her face and her breathing became frantic gasps. At every breath, her breasts bounced and her chest struggled under her bondage.

Liz looked at her terrified friend, and thought to herself, [i] You're like a kid that's scared to go on a roller coaster. I almost feel bad about killing you[\i]. Liz broke her character to comfort Jen. "Shh, it's okay Jen," Liz said softly. She placed her hands on Jen's face and looked her in the eyes. "It's okay Jen, shh, it's okay. You're doing great." Jen stopped sobbing and looked at Liz with pleading eyes.

Just then, the rope was pulled tight, forcing Jen to stand on her toes. Her eyes went wide, and she started begging again. "Please! No! NO! Just let me down Liz! I don't want to! Please! PLEASE! LIZ!"

Liz grabbed Jen's face and placed her mouth over the terrified girl's. She kissed Jen deeply, passionately moving her tongue inside Jen's mouth. She reached her hand down and found the dildo in Jen's pussy, and gently moved it up and down. She could feel Jen's whole body shaking in terror.

Liz broke off the kiss and gently hugged Jen. "Don't worry babe, you're okay. You're okay Jen, just look at me," she whispered into Jen's ear. Liz looked into Jen's dread filled eyes. "You'll be okay Jen."

Jen tried to plead one last time. "Liz, please ju- ughh," but her words were cut short. The noose lifted her off the ground, closing off her throat. "Ughh, guh." Jen tried to breathe, but was only lifted higher as the bar slowly rotated. Her face turned red and her tongue hung out of her mouth. Once her feet were a few inches above the ground, the bar stopped moving.

Jen could feel the burning of the noose around her neck, and her vision was starting to fade. Desperate for even one breath of air, she kicked and swung her legs wildly. Liz stepped back to keep from getting kicked and watching with arousal.

Jen could barely think, and she felt her legs growing weaker. As she spun, she saw Liz in her fading vision. She tried to call out, to plead Liz to save her, but her friend only stared back. Jen watched as her Liz slowly moved her hand down and started masturbating. [i]Please ... Liz ... no[\i], Jen was fading away.

Liz watched on as Jen's face turned blue and all her movement slowed. Her tongue was hanging out, and her eyes were stuck in a pleading stare. As Jen stopped moving, Liz moved her hand even faster, rubbing her pussy and starting to moan. "Ohh god ... ohh fuck ... Jen ... JEN!" Liz came, and shakily walked over to her bag. Reaching in, she pulled out another noose and a pair of handcuffs.

Liz tied her noose to the other bar and placed it over her neck. She shuddered and pulled it tight, then cuffed her hands behind her back. She looked longingly at Jen. Her friend had stopped moving, except for some occasional twitches, and a trickle of piss flowed down her leg.

Liz cautiously stepped onto the pad, and heard the bar start to turn. I'll be joining you soon, Jen, she thought to herself. She made her rope much shorter than Jen's, and could already feel it start to tighten.

Liz reached her hands down and started to finger herself from behind. The noose was now pulling her up, and she had to stand on her toes. She started hyperventilating, put forced herself to calm down. Liz wanted to last as long as possible, so she took several deep breaths. On her fourth breath, she tried to inhale, but couldn't. A moment later, her feet left the ground.

Now the only thing Liz could feel was the burning pain in her throat and lungs. She suppressed her urge to swing her legs and kept fingering herself. The bar stopped, and she started to slowly spin. Liz's body was desperately screaming for oxygen, and her mind was screaming just as hard for a last orgasm. Her vision was starting to fade, but she used all of her last energy to get herself off.

As she slowly spun, she caught sight of Jen, hanging limply with her tongue out and a trickle of piss running down her leg. Her empty eyes stared at Liz, as if to ask her "Why?". At the sight of her friend's corpse, Liz came hard, sending a spray of juices to the floor and losing consciousness.

After waiting a few minutes to make sure the girls were dead, the man entered the room. He smiled at the sight of Jen's terrified, pleading face and Liz's blissful, aroused smile. He carefully cut the two girls down and placed them on the chair's next the the headless corpse. He left the nooses and Jen's bondage on.

Then, like before, the man sprayed down the room, disassembled the gallows, and started preparing for his next visitor.
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