"I’m sorry, Andrea, Stephy purred, rubbing her hands over your boobs, I’m sorry- I was about to say that I really don’t want to hurt you- but actually, thinking about it, that’s a lie. Really I do want to hurt you. A lot. And I’m going to. I’m actually going to hurt you as much as I possibly can, for as long as I can. And I’m going to get an awful lot of pleasure from it! Eventually we’ll kill you- but not until we’ve squeezed every last bit of enjoyment we can from you."

She kissed you, long and slow, sliding her tongue into your mouth, biting your lips, all the while moving her hand between your legs. “Ask me”, she said- “ask me to hurt you. After all, you are just a whore. Beg me to hurt you and humiliate you. And then beg me to kill you. Just for my pleasure.”

And, amazingly, that’s just what you did. “Steph”, you said softly- “I am nothing but a cunt, a whore, a slut. The more you hurt me, the more I should be hurt. I’m just fuck meat for you and BJ- use me to get as much pleasure as you can, then snuff me- slowly and painfully. Make me watch as I die- make me suffer again and again. And lastly, make sure you film it well, so’s you two can watch it over and over, and sell it on the black market for a fortune. I want as many people as possible watching me suffering- especially my friends and family.”

Steph slapped you hard. “OK, bitch, she said. Happy to oblige, let’s get the ball rolling.”

She stalked off to a little swing seat, and sat down. I had the cameras rolling, and was keen to see what would happen now. The seat was connected to a rope, which, via a pulley, was attached to the belt around your neck. Steph, being slightly heavier than you, slowly sank down, and you were lifted on tiptoe, and then, slowly, completely off the ground. Your toes stretched down to try to get some purchase, but it was useless. At first you just hung there, slowly rotating. Steph had written the words ‘whore’ across your boobs, and ‘slut’ on your back, in large letters, and as you rotated the words alternated. Whore, slut, whore slut, whore slut…

Steph was transfixed. She had her hand between her own legs and she was mesmerized. So was I.

As you choked you became more animated. You gurgled and hissed and I could just make out what you were saying- "thank you, you were saying, thank you for snuffing me." Your legs started moving and you kicked as you spun- at first just a little, no more than a twitch, but as you panicked you kicked more, and soon you were jerking around on the end of your rope, trying to find some way of relieving the pressure. Your hands, tied tightly behind you, clenched and unclenched, and your face darkened.

Steph and I just let you spin, watching, fascinated…

You kicked violently now, thrashing around, your body contracting and heaving as you died. Drool ran down your chin, and your back arched as you danced on air. Sometimes you kicked out so violently your whole body bent double, and you were clearly in great agony. Which, I have to say, we really enjoyed. It was wonderful to see.

Steph and I loved it, and I got up and walked over to her. Not taking her eyes from you she opened her mouth and I stuffed my cock deep into her throat. I thought it strangely appropriate that the last thing you see is your boyfriend’s cock disappearing down your best friend's throat. Didn't expect that, did you, bitch?

As you spun your eyes made contact- first with Steph's, then they locked onto mine, then Steph again.  Me, then Steph, then me.

I pulled out of Steph’s mouth and walked over to watch you close up as you died.

“Wow, said Steph- “this is such a blast! Look at the slut go! Amazing- she’s still kicking! How long do you think she’ll live? C’mon bitch, suffer. That’s it, die for us. Can you still hear me, cunt? I love seeing you in pain. C’mon bitch, die already…” And she carried on chattering away, absolutely fascinated. Then she looked at me. “Can I hurt her some more first, before she passes out? Please?”

I nodded, and Stephy locked the swing chair into position so the rope didn’t slacken- then got up, and grabbing a big handful of your hair, pulled you savagely around by it, slamming you hard into a wall. Then she lashed out at you with her fists, punching you repeatedly, using you as a human punch-bag. She slammed her fists into your boobs, and then your pussy. Looking into your eyes as you strangled, she purred- “yeah, whore, what you gonna do now, eh? Just strangle for me….

"Oh, and you’re gonna love this…”- and, looking over at me and winking, she wrapped her arms around your shoulders, hands on your boobs, and then, without warning, lifted one leg and then the other and locked them around your waist, squeezing with all her strength, swinging and spinning around with you. Of course, with Stephy’s weight added to your own you very quickly strangled, and gurgling and hissing, twitching and kicking, your eyes rolled back in your head and you passed out in her deadly embrace. “Damn, said Steph, I was hoping I could ride that little slut for longer…” She let you go, punched you really hard once or twice more, and asked me to cut you down, which I did pretty swiftly, fearing that you might already be dead.

“Shit, I hope the bitch comes around soon- mused Stephy- I’m all worked up now and  I really want to hurt her- it’s no fun if she’s out cold. But you know, actually- I really just want to snuff her as soon as I can”  “Me too”, I said. All the excitement had made us hungry for the kill.

“Shit, said Steph- how shall we do it? I want her to put on a great display, and I don’t want her to get off lightly. It’s gotta hurt, and it’s gotta look good…” “Well, I said, why don’t you ask her?” So that’s exactly what she did. After you had regained consciousness she took you upstairs, bathed you tenderly, snuggled her head between your legs and made you cum with her quick little tongue. She lay you down on the bed, curled up next to you, and asked sweetly how you’d want to be killed- bearing in mind, of course, that the whole exercise was entirely for our benefit.

You thought for a bit. “Hmmm… well, you know, I think you should tie me to a stake, invite all your friends over, especially the ones I don't like, and... well, burn me alive. Yep, set me on fire. Maybe you could have some beer and ‘smores or something to make it lighthearted. It’s just you snuffing me, and I’m a worthless slut- so I want people to make light of it- not to accord me too much importance. And you can douse the fire from time to time to stop things going too fast, and if you like maybe you can pull me out of the flames once or twice and have people rape me, before pushing me back in. If you’re careful you could probably make me last all night…”

“Wow, that’s a great idea, said Steph. Is that what you really want?” You nodded, and Stephy kissed you tenderly. “The thing is, she said, looking over at me, if that’s what this fuck-bitch wants, then let’s not do it. I don’t want to give her the slightest pleasure. And really I’d prefer to have more control anyway. Steph thought for a minute, then turned to me and said "I think what I would want is, well, if you really want to know… I want to cut the cunt’s head off, then stuff it between my legs and have her lick me while she dies…!”

“Ha! That’s staight from a Dolcett cartoon that she liked.” “Really, said Steph- can we get her Mom involved too?  After all, it’s just fiction…”