Part 2 of Playtime:

race is hanging, a scarf tight around her throat, her body hanging limp. Pee dribbling onto the floor under her.

I watch Zander and Emmi grasp Trace's limp legs and lift while Jess climbs up on a chair and struggles to get the scarf from around her throat. It takes them too long.

I know that Trace is dead. She went solo and now she's dead.

When they finally get her down and lay her on the floor, Zander tries mouth-to-mouth as Emmi backs away, her hands at her mouth. Emmi is crying.

Zander works hard to bring Trace back, but it's too late.

I hear talk of ambulances and police, parents and the newspapers. Questions about why she did it – did she want to die? Was it to get our attention?

Like it fucking matters. Like any of it fucking matters.

Zander walks back to the couch and sits down beside me as Emmi gets dressed in her piss wet jeans and Jess kneels beside Trace's body.

"She's gone, Kelly." Zander says softly, "Trace is gone."

"... pummy bup ..." I try. Zander looks at me, not understanding.

"I can't handle this," Emmi says in a choked voice and leaves the room and we can hear her sob as she stumbles up the stairs.

"... pum ... me ... b-ack ... up," I say. It's so hard to talk. I know there's something wrong inside my head. I can feel weird tingles and numbness in my left foot and hand. I remember the bright flash of lights and the sharp pain while I was hanging.

"Jess?" Zander sounds scared as he turns to Jess, "This is crazy. I think Kelly wants to go again."

Jess climbs to her feet and comes to the couch, kneeling so we are face-to-face. She strokes my cheek and looks into my eyes.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asks and I think Jess knows.

"...fukt up ... hed ..." I manage, "Pum ... me ... b-ack ... up."

Jess takes my hand in hers and turns to Zander.

"I think she had an aneurysm," Jess says to him and when he looks puzzled, she says; "A blood vessel burst in her head."

"We need an ambulance," Zander says.

"An ambulance isn't going to help her. My auntie had one. She was a vegetable. They took her off life support and she died," Jess says softly, "Kelly wants to die now, Zander."

"Jesus," Zander says, looking at Trace's body then looking at me. I gaze at him intently, trying to will him to go through with this because my goddamn mouth won't work right.

"... peez ..." is as close as I can come to begging him.

Zander looks at Jess. So do I. She shrugs.

"How much money do you have saved up?" Jess asks him.

"About three grand. My college fund," he answers.

"I've got two, and I know the combo to my Dad's safe." Jess said, then; "We could run. Do Kelly like she wants, then run."

I squeeze Jess' hand and she looks into my eyes and smiles. Her smile is sad, but she gets my message; Do me. Do me like you said, then run.

Zander thinks about it for a long time. Too long - I don't have much time left; I feel my left side growing weaker. He looks at me again and I give him the best puppy-dog look I can muster.

"Fuck," Zander says finally, "I'll get her cable ready."

While Zander makes sure my cable is secure and moves the stool in place, Jess leans forward and kisses me on the lips.

"It's a sexy way to die," she whispers between kisses, and I feel her fingertips walking up my inner thigh to my crotch. I open my mouth and her tongue slides inside my mouth, slippery and wet. She pushes two fingers inside my pussy and finds my g-spot. I moan into her mouth.

"Warming her up?" Zander asks softly, crouching beside the couch watching us. Jess breaks off our kiss, but keeps massaging my g-spot.

"Do you want us to play with you?" she asks with a wicked little smile.

I nod.

"Gentle or rough?" she asks and her smile gets even wickeder.

"... uff ..." I manage. Why not? I've never had anyone be rough with me, although I've pounded myself a few times when the mood struck me and it felt really good. At least until the next morning when I ended up walking bow-legged because I felt bruised down there. But there's no worry about that now - there isn't going to be a next morning.

Zander nudges Jess gently, "Let's do this. We've got to get out of here before Emmi tells everyone."

"Ready, Kell?" Jess asks, slipping her fingers out of me. I nod.

The room tilts sickeningly as they help me up and I almost puke. I can't walk at all now. I even need help standing. They get me to the stool and up onto it and Zander holds me steady from behind, my left leg giving out as I try to stand on my own. I steady myself with my hands on Zander's wrists. Jess climbs up on a chair and loops the cable around my head, positioning it high on my throat.

Then Jess hops down and gazes up at me.

"This is it Kell," she says with a smile and I can tell it's exciting her. She reaches down and hooks her hands behind my knees and pulls, "Come to mama." she says with a giggle. My knees bend and the cable cinches tight on my throat as Zander lets go and just like that I'm doing a sluggish air-dance.

The cable is squeezing my gag reflex hard and my stomach starts heaving like before, my belly bulging outward and growing tight. And right away, I feel Jess' hand slide up my slippery inner thighs and her fingers wriggle up inside me. Zander reaches around from behind and strokes my heaving belly.

Jess starts grinding her fingers inside me. I don't know how many she has in there and I don't care. She could push her whole hand up inside me right now and I would welcome it. My legs dangle beneath me - I've stopped my air-dance. My hands start lifting on their own and slide up my bare belly. My stomach is bloating from the heaving and my sex is engorged and growing tight around Jess' fingers.

I can feel my heart pumping hard - every blood vessel in my body throbbing. And a new throb starts deep inside my pussy - it escalates fast and takes me by such surprise that my body spasms and jerks.

My orgasm explodes up through my body like a hot flood. Shiver-bumps spread across my thighs and travel up my bum and around my hips to my sex and lower belly. My clit feels swollen and electric and my pussy starts to throb and contract around Jess' fingers. My womb joins in – I can feel it pulsing as it clenches and releases over and over and I remember learning about labour contractions and this must be what it is like, but these are coming in time with my throbbing heart. My stomach heaves and I feel my throw-up gurgling up my gullet and I can taste bile in the back of my throat, but even that feels perverse and wonderful.

Jess' fingers keep grinding inside me, rhythmically pushing upward and now I feel Zander's fingers sliding over my bum and into the crease, and my orgasm goes on and on. I feel my bowels come alive and I can feel them squirming inside my belly. Then my bladder convulses and lets loose and I feel hot pee spraying from between my thighs and over Jess' wrist.

"Give it to her," I hear Jess hiss as she pushes upward hard, stretching and opening me. And when she does I feel the bottom of my belly sag and go loose, my bum and pussy going flaccid. I want her hand inside me. I want that so desperately.

I'm lifted slightly as Zander pushes two fingers up into my bum and I feel Jess' fingers and thumb pressing hard against my opening. They're stretching me and my body isn't resisting. Then I feel the oddest sensation; I feel myself opening like a flower and my body is invaded like never before.

"Holy shit!" I hear Jess gasp as I feel the bottom of my belly swallow her entire hand. I feel her form a fist inside my pussy and push up hard, grinding a knuckle against my cervix. She's doing it. She's really doing it.

"Give it to her! Really give it to her!" Jess' voice is frantic and sexual as she fucks me with her fist.

Zander is pumping two fingers in and out of my rectum as Jess' fist works inside my lower belly.

I'm cumming. Oh gawd, I'm cumming so hard. I feel my thigh muscles spasming and my feet kicking feebly. I feel my hands curl and cramp where they are pulled tight against me under my breasts.

The room tilts and my belly gurgles and heaves, and I feel the hot liquid squish past my constricted throat and fill the back of my mouth.

Still cumming, but I feel like I'm falling now. I know I'm not because the cable is still tight around my throat, exciting my gag reflex like my grinding fingers used to excite my clit.

I feel a crackling series of pops inside my head. More blood vessels bursting - I knew I was done for, so this is the best.

I'm dying but I'm cumming as I do - this orgasm keeps rolling on and on. The once steady throb of my heart pulsing every blood vessel in my body is now erratic and uneven.

Not much longer now.

I want this to last, but I feel my orgasm start to wind down and I don't want to strangle in agony without the bliss of this perverse orgasm to make it all bearable.

It's time to let go, Kelly.

I don't know if the voice belongs to Jess or if it's inside my head. But it doesn't matter, because it speaks the truth; It is time to let go.

Now I'm surprised because it is so easy - I just let go. I let go of my orgasm; I let go of my body; I let go of my life, all in one gentle release.

I feel the tension wash from my body and my hands drop to my sides, my legs dangle, my thighs now feeling heavy and flaccid.

... and I drift into darkness ...

EPILOGUE

Jess and Zander gaze up at Kelly as she slowly twitches and settles down into her death.

"We might as well leave her hanging," Zander says. "It won't do her any good to bring her down."

Jess is weeping softly, yet at the same time her hand is trapped between her thighs and Zander can see her fingers working.

Zander takes her free hand and leads her to the couch, flopping down and pulling Jess down beside him. Jess snuggles up and places her hand on his cock that stirs and swells as she gently works him.

"You know, I've been thinking," Zander says, "I don't think our running will do much good. Even with your father's money, what will we do when it runs out? If we get caught, we'll be separated and in jail..."

Jess ponders this, wiping the tears from her cheeks as she continues to stroke Zander's cock.

"What'll we do then?" she asks softly.

"Stay here."

"Why? We'd just end up in jail now instead of later."

"I said we could stay, I never said we'd wait."

Jess lets go of his cock and sits up, studying his face.

"I don't understand," Jess says, her forehead wrinkling as she tilts her head.

He pulls her back in his arms and kisses her.

"Did you enjoy this afternoon?" he asks.

She snuggles in, "Of course I did."

"What did you like best?"

Jess smiles. "The hanging, of course, I've never had a stronger orgasm in my life."

"Do you ever expect to find a better one?"

She looks up at him, her face paling. "What are you trying to tell me?" she whispers.

"I've thought of one way that should make it even better. How would you like to hang while we're screwing?" Zander asks as he strokes one of her nipples.

Jess snuggles tighter, laying a thigh over his, and reaches down to stroke his cock. "That would be fabulous, I was crying for a cock inside me while I ..." Jess says softly.

"I've worked out a way we can do this," Zander says, kissing her forehead.

"But who would get us down?"

"No one." Zander whispers and Jess shudders, even though she suspected that he was talking about suicide.

"It's so final," Jess says softly, her voice breaking.

"Yeah. But it's that or we spend our lives dodging the police." Zander pinches her nipple and Jess quivers. He hears her softly weeping. She goes so long without speaking, Zander comes to the realization that she's too afraid. He's about to tell her it's okay, that he'll run with her.

Jess shivers, then lifts herself up so they are nose to nose and gives him a deep kiss.

"Let's do it," she whispers after their lips part.

Setting it up takes less time than either imagined, and within a few minutes, they stand on chairs facing each other, thick cables tight around their throats. Zander loops his Dad's belt around her hips, then around his own waist and cinches it tight, their lower bellies pressed together.

"Lift your leg," Zander says, and when she does he guides his erect cock into her. Jess feels his hand shaking as he does.

"Oh that's so good," she whispers, looking up into his eyes.

"Now your other leg, wrap them around me," Zander says, his hands finding the small of her back to support her. Jess lifts the other leg and does as he asks, locking her ankles behind his back, but despite the belt and his supporting hands, the cable tightens on her throat.

Jess tries to speak, but all she can manage is a guttural choking sound. For her it's already beginning.

"Oh Jess ..." Zander gasps and covers her mouth with his, their tongues intertwining, her mouth liquid as she drools.

Zander bends his knees and kicks the chairs away.

"... glurk ..."

And their bodies contort and writhe against each other, his cock throbbing as his orgasm builds fast, her pussy tightening and loosening in waves, both their bellies undulating as they heave and gag, strangling in their separate nooses.

Through tear-blurred eyes, Zander watches Jess' face grow puffy and flushed, her eyes gazing into his for a moment, then becoming unfocused and crossing slightly, her head craning slowly back. Her hips start bucking against him and he knows she is cumming.

The sensations are too much for him as well and he too surrenders, feeling his orgasm cramp the root of his cock as he jets ropes of thick cum into her. Halfway through his orgasm, he feels Jess' ankles uncross and her heavy thighs slide down over his.

Jess' eyes have rolled up under her upper eyelids, her body shaking and quivering, spasms wracking her body.

As the second wave of cramping orgasm slams into Zander's crotch and he arches his back and shudders. Little gurgling sounds issuing from Jess' open mouth and he can see foamy vomit filling the back of her mouth over her darkening swollen tongue. He feels her arms contorting between them, her lifting hands twisted into claws between her breasts as she enters the final stage of dying bliss.

Zander feels his bladder cramp hard in one final desperate orgasmic spasm and barely hears the spattering as his piss overfills her pussy to flow down their thighs to puddle on the rug.

Death by hanging isn't pretty, but it feels so good.