Miranda walked down the street, periodically spinning around and twirling her purse around herself. Her pretty and proper plaid shirt with a high-waisted skirt, white stockings and polished mary janes, with two thick brown braids on top of it, was a strong contrast to the mostly-naked-or-half-naked bustle around her. It was the weekend, and plenty of people came out to have a good time in the park.

One that caught Miranda's eye was a girl with just a single thin ribbon on under her breasts - as suggestive as it got - sitting on the warm asphalt with her knees splayed and her pussy on the ground, with a tall thick spike right in front of her. She was catching the stares of passerby and grinding on the asphalt while staring into their eyes.

Miranda slowed down, and the girl grinned right at her. Thick blonde curls were roughly tied up with a kerchief, cascading down the back of her head, and a tip of the tongue licking small pink lips promised… something. It definitely promised something.

Before she quite realized it, Miranda came to a stop next to the girl. The spike to the side gleamed in the sunspots under the trees, Miranda's peripheral vision drawn to it like a magnet.

"Mmm," the blonde girl smiled. "Name's Riley, and I'll go down on you if you sit on the bad boy here," she patted the spike affectionately like a dog, "and let me tie up your feet behind you. What say you?"

Miranda licked her lips that had suddenly gone dry. She didn't want to look at the spike directly, but she didn't have to, its entire length hung splendidly in front of her inner eye.

She could still just… move on. Go home. Or just continue her walk, catching the intrigued stares of people who were more into the whole… clothed aesthetic.

Instead, she slid her skirt down, then the panties. Carelessly stepped over them; garbage collection came every evening for those items - and corpses - left lying on the ground. The shirt was still on - she didn't want strangers to get ideas. She was doing this and just this, for the cute blonde Riley on her knees in front of her, smiling happily as Miranda pulled off one shoe, then another; left stockings on.

The pole was a bit higher than comfortable for the short - and somewhat pudgy - Miranda, but on her tippy toes she managed to get her leg over it and to slide the sharp end into her pussy. It filled her, just a bit, just a tease; Miranda took a deep breath and bent her knees, holding her elbows with her hands behind her back.

The thick pole slid just a bit further up, up, until it hit the cervix and pleasure truly met pain for the first time, instead of just fear; Miranda grit her teeth and in a single movement lifted both her legs up, leaving herself impaled on the spike.

Her entire weight was now on her cervix, pushing it down around the thick rod protruding into it; and she could feel Riley's delicate hands on her ankles, expertly twining rope between them and then around her feet as well.

Once Riley was done, Miranda relaxed her legs, trying to reach for the ground once again; but her big toes were puled in, and there was no way to actually put her weight on the resulting construction. Miranda squirmed around a bit, shuddering in pain moving up, up her body; that was when she felt Riley's tongue on her snatch, then inside it right next to the pole…

Pleasure mingled with pain, as Miranda got what she paid for with her life: Riley knew quite well what she was doing, rhythmic movements soon matched by half-voluntary twitches of Miranda's hips. She was still gripping her elbows behind herself, not trusting her arms to be free; inch by inch, she slid down the pole that'd claim her life once it was far enough in.

She closed her eyes, and suddenly felt Riley's hands on her. Rocking her here, there… the spike now moving even more erratically, relief from pain quickly switching around with even further agony. Riley pulled her slightly further down, then pushed her up; Miranda no longer knew heat or cold, or the ropes on her ankles, or where and when she was, her entire consicousness left to the play taking place from her pussy up.

She didn't know how long it was before the spike touched her heart, but she did know that the last thing she felt was a sharp pain behind her ribs, and a passionate kiss on the lips from the small mouth that'd enticed her so.

***

Riley straightened out and stepped back, bare feet on asphalt, admiring the picture that her willing victim created. She was still panting slightly from the multiple orgasms she'd got during the play; having someone else literally kill themselves just for her, just to have sex with her, was the strongest aphrodisiac she could have thought of.

And the high wasn't over yet; but the girl whose name Riley never learned was dead, and the spike occupied. Someone else needed to die, and there was one option Riley had.

She looked across the park alley, catching the eye of the burly man who'd been staring at her for an hour or so from the opposite bench, smiled, and gently tugged on her ribbon.

It fell down, and Riley stood unmoving for the several seconds it took for the man to cross the alley.

He grabbed her wrist and lifted her up easily, tall enough that even with her arm fully extended she couldn't reach the ground no matter how she squirmed and squealed. She'd never been athletic; her entire (admittedly small) weight dangling from one arm was painful, muscles unable to muster the force to pull herself up any.

"Don't you know it's not nice to lead people on like that?" the man asked in a deep bass voice that she loved immediately. She hoped he'd kill her for the naughty trick; the look in his eyes promised that he would.

"I asked, don't you know?" he repeated, and shook her in the air like a toy. She squealed again, and had to catch her breath for a second before managing to squeeze out:

"I… knew… ow…"

"Well then, someone's been bad," he lifted her even higher, until her eyes were above his. His second hand caught her pussy, and thrust a rough thumb into it, deliberately scraping a thick fingernail across the delicate insides. "Should I punish you, bad girl?"

This, Riley could answer without needing to produce words; she nodded hastily, then another time for good measure. Her arm felt like it was on fire; her pussy felt on the verge of another orgasm, just that exact edge…

She squirned again, trying to rub herself against the man's hand, but he moved the hand and only gripped her more firmly.

"Uh uh uh, that's reward, not punishment," he growled at her, and she went still obediently, hard as it was to breathe while hanging from one arm - arm that felt like he'd just tear it right off this way.

"Let's see, where to put you…" he looked around, and before he was done Riley knew what he would see; just the thought made her pussy spasm, and she came again, shuddering without breath. He took away his hand from his pussy and hit her across the face; that did not stop the orgasm. She was still shaking when she felt herself being carried; still held up by one arm, she was brought next to a noose on a nearby oak, and the noose was gently looped around her neck; then, carefully, slowly, he let go.

Her both arms now free, Riley grabbed for the noose immediately, trying to fit her fingers inside it, get herself even just a few more moments to breathe; not just an instinctual movement, but - she knew her punishment wasn't over yet.

Indeed, the man walked away towards some a nearby patch of bushes left untended, bent over - and when he straightened back up, there was a bouquet of nettle in his right hand.

Riley squirmed desperately at the sight of it, fingers almost managing to gain purchase on the loop; dying strength was truly unmatched. The nettle must have been hurting his hands too, but they were rough, calloused, and Riley kept her skin soft and delicate… including for situations like this.

It felt like fire on her skin, and then also a whip, as he struck her on her ass, then on her back, then as her legs arched, on her pussy, then on her breasts; Riley kept her fingers under the noose, getting herself a few more seconds, perhaps minutes of life. He hit her until the bouquet was broken and torn, then jogged back to the bushes for more, then again and again until her entire skin felt like she was burning alive, burning like the witch she was… then he just hit her. On the pussy, on the stomach, on her breasts; with an open palm and with his fist. At one point a blow landed on her pretty face, and Riley was pretty sure she felt her nose break - not that it mattered, the few desperate gasps of air she was getting, she blew through her mouth.

At some point, she found he got a proper whip; probably borrowed from someone passing by, or took off a body. She could no longer see, vision blacked out from the pain; she could not differentiate from the spasms from orgasms wracking her body, the whip tearing her skin, or her body writhing in search of oxygen. At some point her fingers ran out of strength and slipped; the pain in her neck and lungs harmonized nicely with the bleeding wounds all over the rest of her body - her arms, her legs, her back, her front.

It was with one last fist to the face that she lost consciousness, and as pain abandoned her, faded forever.