Part IV: Carrie Reaches the End of Her Rope

As the end of the year approached, Carrie was constantly reminded that her own end would coincide with it. This was thanks mostly to Samantha, who made a show of coming into Carrie's office every morning and crossing another day off of her calendar while teasing her. "One month until your hot date with a professional chef." "Two weeks until you ride the spit and thank me for every time I shoved my strap-on up your ass." "Two days until you find out how a hot dog feels on display. I wonder if they'll plump when you cook 'um," she said as she gave Carrie's ample tits a firm squeeze.

Although Carrie had long ago abandoned wearing panties (too many of her favorite pairs had been destroyed by coworkers who were impatient to gain access to her rear holes), she took extra care to wear only the sexiest bras. Her lavish breasts held in an alluring bra were the perfect pair for a tit fucking… or cooking, slicing off, and enjoying. While she imagined being beheaded and roasted whole like her mother, she knew if it were up to Samantha she'd certainly be alive as she was carved up and cooked a piece at a time - undoubtedly starting with her glorious tits. - At least then she'd get the chance to taste her own meat.

Only two days left!

After spending most of the last year being readily available to all members of the firm, and most not being shy about taking advantage of her, Carrie had noticed a sudden increase in how often she was visited by her coworkers following the office being closed for the holiday. Everyone had been fully aware the Carrie would only remain 'on staff' until the year's end, but now it seemed to sink in to most of them that the loss of their fuck toy was imminent. And the relentless pace with which she was kept busy had kept her preoccupied enough that it was just this moment that it hit Carrie how little time she actually had left.

TWO DAYS!

The whole day, Carrie was kept so busy she hardly got the chance to breathe, literally considering that everyone wanted a turn (or two) at her skilled mouth.

As the end of the day approached, Samantha seemed to become a permanent occupant of her office. When she wasn't demanding that Carrie service her, she would hold or bind the girl into whatever position Carrie's current user desired.

Carrie knew why Samantha was loitering in her office, apart from the obvious enjoyment of humiliating Carrie in front of the others - she intended to take Carrie home tonight. She had only two nights left alive, and she'd spend this one pleasing her enemy.

Sure enough, at the end of the day, Samantha pulled out her leash and hand cuffs. But she had something else in her hand also, a small black bag. Carrie knew better than to ask what was in it, Samantha enjoyed using her questions as an excuse to cause her pain. It wasn't long before her question was answered anyway. Once her hands were secured and her collar clipped to the lead, a leather strap came out of the bag and her elbows were bound together behind her back, forcing her shoulders back and her breasts out. Then Carrie was ordered to open her mouth. No sooner had she complied, than a ring gag came out of the bag, was forced between her teeth, and the strap tightly fastened at the back of her head. But Samantha wasn't done. The bag itself was actually a black hood. It had only one hole, for Carrie's mouth, the rest was a heavy black cloth that would completely blind her. But worse, Carrie's face and hair were soaked in semen. If her head was completely covered, she'd be left drenched in her coworkers sexual fluids over night. She shuttered at the thought of being trapped beneath the cover in the cold slime and flinched when Samantha went to put the hood over her. This small hesitation was enough to earn her a jolt from Samantha's cattle prod.

Carrie reluctantly submitted to Samantha. As Samantha fitted the hood to her, Carrie saw her best friend, Lauren pass her door. Her friend glanced in and Carrie gave her a pleading look, but Lauren looked away in embarrassment. She wasn't quite sure why, but Carrie closed her eyes as the hood was pulled down over her face. She wished it was her sweet Lauren taking her home tonight rather than the cruel Samantha, but even after all these months, Lauren was uncomfortable with the idea of her friend's enslavement.

"Come on, bitch," Samantha ordered and tugged on the leash. Carrie had no choice but to follow. Samantha walked far faster than Carrie would have liked, but that was nothing new. They left the office and Samantha called for someone to hold the elevator. Carrie was practically dragged along as Samantha rushed down the corridor. Suddenly, she was jerked to a stop. Carrie couldn't help but cough.

"Thank you, Lauren," Samantha said.

"No problem," Lauren responded weakly. Carrie wanted to ask Lauren to take her home instead, but between the gag and the coughing fit, she was rendered speechless. "Is she alright?"

"What does it matter? She's destined for the spit day after tomorrow."

"I guess," Lauren said, her voice uncertain.

"Besides, she's in for some pretty intense breathe play tonight," Samantha sneered.

Carrie's stomach sank. She had serious reservations about anything Samantha described as 'intense'.

* * *

Carrie couldn't breathe at all. She wanted to kick wildly until her feet found a place to stand, but her ankles were tethered to the footboard of Samantha's bed, forcing her legs apart as well as holding them in place. Samantha stood on her bed rhythmically forcing her massive dildo into Carrie's ass while her man stood on a chair fucking her pussy.

They'd started out with Carrie lying on the bed and Samantha sat on Carrie's hooded face while her man buried his cock in her. When Samantha had cum three or four times Carrie had heard her say that the real fun would soon begin. To Carrie the words were very ominous. She hadn't been sure what to expect as her feet when spread and bound. Then she'd felt the noose being slipped over her head. Her heart had felt like it was pounding in her throat as the man had hoisted her off the bed with nothing but the rope around her neck. As she'd struggled to gain oxygen, she'd heard Samantha hiss in her ear that she'd hang until the man had emptied his balls in her.

'But what if he doesn't cum in time? Samantha wouldn't dare let me hang to death. Would she? Everyone is looking forward to having me at the party, if she kills me tonight they'll all be pissed. Maybe they'll roast her instead,' Carrie thought. It might almost be worth giving up the ghost if she knew Samantha would have to take her place on the buffet table.

But no, she could never give Samantha the satisfaction of being the one to snuff her. Carrie could imagine that Samantha was probably right now thinking that it would be worth being butchered if she got to kill Carrie here and now.

Carrie was feeling lightheaded and dizzy. She was sure that if she could see, then the room would be spinning and her vision would be fading. She would pass out soon. She'd probably have passed out already if it weren't for the fresh jolt of pain in her neck caused by the ever so slight slackening and sudden tightening of the noose that accompanied each thrust into one of her holes.

She had to make the man cum, but she was almost completely immobilized. All she could do was tense her cunt and try to squeeze the jizz out of him. She was amazed he hadn't blown his load yet. After all he'd been pounding her on the bed and though Samantha had orgasmed repeatedly, Carrie was sure he hadn't cum yet.

Carrie thought she could feel the fat dick throb inside her, but tightening her sex had brought on her own wave of pleasure. She couldn't believe the intensity of the orgasm that broke over her. She wanted to scream, but all that came from her constricted throat was a quiet rasp. Her death rattle, she was sure, as she felt herself falling into blackness… Then she hit the mattress and bounced roughly. The impact forced a gasp from her and before she fully realized what had happened, she was gulping air down greedily.

He must have pumped his seed into her as she convulsed in her own orgasm on the edge of consciousness, then they had let her drop. She was sure Samantha would have preferred to let her dangle. As Carrie lay breathing heavily, she felt a body climb onto the bed beside her. "Well, Carrie, you managed to survive that little game, but don't be too disappointed… the night's not over yet."

Though Samantha couldn't see it, Carrie was sure she was aware of the grimace on her face.

Samantha began untying Carrie's feet. "One more game. You've gotten fucked, now it's my turn. But don't worry, you'll still be involved. I wouldn't want you to feel left out, Carrie. Ready, honey?"

"Yep." Carrie heard a heavy 'thunk' and wondered what her foe could possibly have in store now. The noose cinched tight again as it was once more used to lift Carrie off the bed. Her throat hurt so badly that she almost wished Samantha had finished the job the first time.

Once she was back on her feet, Samantha urged her to the end of the bed then turned her around. "Now step back, Carrie."

For a second Carrie's heart seemed to stop. Was Samantha going to hang her just so she could get fucked while she watched her air dance? No, if that was it, she'd have left Carrie kicking the first time.

"Turn around, then step onto the footboard, bitch," Samantha urged.

Though the hood had not come off Carrie's head all evening, she'd been in this room enough times this year to remember that Samantha's bed had a heavy footboard a couple of inches wide at the top. Carrie felt for it with her foot. It wasn't much of a perch, but with some work she was able to balance on it.

"She's in position," Samantha told her man.

Carrie felt all of the slack go out of the rope. It threatened to pull her backwards off of the narrow ledge. Of course, the heavy sound had been Samantha's guy removing the stool he'd been standing on to fuck Carrie as she'd been suspended earlier. If Carrie lost her footing, she'd fall away from the bed and be left to swing in the middle of the room. Carrie felt a couple of fingers being inserted into her. Her heart pounded as she anticipated a push from the other woman.

"I trust you get the point of the game," Samantha said as Carrie felt the bed frame shutter beneath her as the man climbed onto the bed. The fingers withdrew and Carrie heard a soft slurp as Samantha sucked the juice from her hand. "Try to keep your balance if you can. I hope you don't, but know that if you do, we're not letting you down until we're done."

Carrie heard Samantha gasp in front of her as she was penetrated. The bed began to rock back and forth beneath her as the couple made love to the sight of her standing before them naked and noosed. The first jolt almost caused her to fall, but she was able to regain her balance, though she had to keep shifting her weight to maintain it. As the two of them established a rhythm, Carrie was forced to adopt the same. As she swung her hips in time with each of the man's thrusts into Samantha and her enemy's corresponding moans, Carrie began to feel as though she were participating in the couple's twisted lovemaking in a way more intimate than the visual stimulation of her peril. And the way Samantha kept repeating her name between moans heightened the sensuality - it didn't even matter that it was in the context of mocking her.

"Careful, Carrie, we… oh… we wouldn't want you to fall."

Carrie was getting wet.

"I like your dance… ooh… Ooh… Keep it up, Carrie, or it will be another air dance… Oh yeah."

She wished now that she was the one being impaled on a hard cock.

"OH, OH. CARRIE! JUST HANG ALREADY, BITCH!"

The final cry was accompanied by a hard shove. Carrie hung on to the footboard with her toes for a few seconds, but she couldn't right herself and was pulled away from her foothold by the noose. She tried to reach out for it again, but she was spinning on the rope as she kicked and without being able to see the bed quickly lost track of which direction to reach for.

As Carrie dangled, she heard her tormentor's voice continue. "Oh yes! Kick, bitch, kick… Oh, Oh!… Harder. Kick harder!… Ooh, yeah. Ooh that's right. Fight the noose, bitch." Samantha cried out as she came. "Oh… Don't stop… Keep fucking me… OH YES!… Fuck me like I was that cunt's sexy dead body!"

Carrie couldn't help herself and hearing her enemy's jealous description of the corpse she may soon be brought her right to the edge. She knew a single touch would bring her to orgasm, but her bound hands couldn't reach her pleasure button. She fought her instinct to continue searching blindly for a foothold and turned her energy toward cumming one last time. She brought her thighs together, grinding them against each other in an effort to place pressure on the one tiny spot on her body that she still cared about.

As Carrie squirmed, she heard the couple near her reach fever pitch. Then she heard Samantha scream in ecstasy at the same time the man roared as he released his sperm into her. The two voices resounding in sexual passion finally tipped the scale and Carrie fell into waves of immense satisfaction that almost made her forget the rope wrapped painfully around her throat. She was more aware of the juice trickling down her thigh than the burning in her chest.

In fact, all of the bad feeling was lost in the sensational warmth that coursed through her body even as her every muscle relaxed and consciousness slipped away.