by Karen
It was early when Rachel called me, a little too early, especially on a Sunday morning. She knew I would have been up late the night before with guys, and she knew 9 am was early for me even if not. I almost didn't pick the phone, but I glanced over and saw her picture there on the screen, posing sexy, squeezing her breasts together and making a kissing face. I'd taken that picture after our first night of escorting together. It had been very successful, and we'd gone out to our favorite bar to celebrate. I figure Rachel knew me pretty well, and wouldn't call unless it was important.
"Hello? What is it, Rachel?" I said sleepily.
"Oh, sweetie! I'm so sorry to wake you up! But its just that I found out about a possible job for us last night and I need to get back to them soon."
"Them?"
"Yes, them! This is a big job! It's a dinner party tonight. For 10-12 couples. They're planning an orgy before their dinner, and they want two girls to provide a little sex show, and some variety for them."
"Oh, come on, Rachel! Are you crazy? First, you know I don't take appointments on Sundays. Its my one night off from fucking guys. Second, you want to do an orgy job on such short notice? Do you know these people? It doesn't sound safe."
"Oh, honey! I know, but you got to make an exception this time! It pays ten thousand each! And yes, I got this referral through one of my regulars. He knows this group well and recommended me. I trust him."
Wow, ten thousand for one night! It would normally take me a couple of weeks to earn that much with individual appointments! It sounded to good to be true. "I still don't know…" I said.
"Come on, Karen. Please? They need two girls, or I don't get the job either. And when I described you to them, they said you were perfect! So I really need you to come!"
I was still a little nervous about this, but I'd known Rachel since college, when we had started an escort service in our dorm room, with us as the only escorts. Since then we'd been working at a more professional level, sometimes sharing clients and sometimes working independently, and we'd become close to each other. I'd always known her as very careful about her personal safety, and we'd been through quite a bit together. So, despite my apprehension, I agreed. "All, right, if you're sure about these people, I'll do it."
"That's great, Karen! Thank you so much! You won't regret it, I promise." She gave me the address to go to and the time to show up. "Oh, and they only have a couple small special requests. They want us both to make sure we wear stiletto heels, at least a 3" heel, because they love that, and there will be some light bondage."
"Bondage?!" Now my apprehension spiked again. "You didn't say that at first. What do they want to do?"
"Nothing extreme, don't worry about it. Just a little rope work, no whips or anything."
"I don't do bondage, Rachel. And you know what, neither do you. Why do you want this job?"
"Karen, please! I really could use the money! And these folks are good friends of one of my best clients. I have to make an exception, and I hope you will too. I promise, they just want to tie us up."
"Well, all right, but only because they're paying so well." But I was not completely reassured. She was really out of character, and I hoped her judgement wasn't being compromised by the money.
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I arrived at the house about five minutes late, due to the traffic. The house was a huge semi-mansion in a very new, very fancy neighborhood. The kind of place that young people with lots of new money would buy. Rachel's car was already there, so I went right to the door.
The man who answered the door was tall, very good looking, and broad shouldered. Behind him I could see some of the other guests, all very fit-looking and attractive. OK, I thought, this looks better than your average middle-aged swinger party! I might actually enjoy the sex with these people!
"Welcome!" The man said, "I'm Scott! And you must be Karen. You're every bit as alluring as Rachel described you! Come in, please!"
"Thank you so much, Scott!" I said, entering the house. Dinner parties like this were usually semi-formal, so I'd worn a strapless, slim dress that hit at about mid-thigh. It had a cobalt blue and black floral print and a wrap detail at the waist, and I 'd worn thigh-high stockings and blue and black floral pumps that matched the dress. They had a 4" stiletto heel, as requested by the customer. My hair was in a partial undo, with most of it falling on my bare shoulders.
"Karen!" Rachel called to me from across the room. "So good to see you here!" She came over and gave me a kiss and a hug.
"Oh my god, Rachel! You look absolutely gorgeous!" She was also dressed to kill, in a black, short sweaterdress, ankle strap sandals (stilettos, of course), and her hair in a full undo. A little less formal than myself, but a very attractive package.
"You both look ravishing," Scott said. "And may I say thank you for wearing the shoes you chose! We just love our women in stilettos here!"
OK, whatever floats your boat, Scott, I thought. I just hoped that the bondage stuff later wouldn't get too weird.
We spent about a half an hour socializing, and I actually got to like these people! Most of the men who hired me were either too socially awkward or too self-centered to hold a real conversation with a woman, but I actually liked Scott. His lady friend, Yvette, was also quite nice, and very attractive.
"OK, everyone!" Scott addressed the guests. There seemed to be 6 couples, 4 boy-girl couples and 2 girl-girl couples. "Everyone is here now. Why don't we all get a drink and retire to the Lounge?"
With that, people started to slowly gravitate towards a large room, which had four big curved couches arranged in a circle. At the center of the circle was a large ottoman. Scott asked Rachel and I to sit on the ottoman while everyone collected on the couches.
"Thanks for coming to this, Karen," she said to me. "Are you feeling any better about it now that you're here?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Everyone seems nice here. I'm just a little nervous about the bondage stuff. Are we doing that now?"
"Oh, no, that'll be later. And really, its no big deal. They're very vanilla here. They'll just tied us up and put us in chains or something. They won't hurt us."
People were slowly gathering, but so far only two of the couples were sitting. "OK, ladies," Scott said, "maybe you could get people coming over if you were to start your show."
"All, right," Rachel said with a grin on her face, and reached over to me and kissed me. I put my arms around her, and we started making out on the ottoman. Rachel and I had been lovers for a long time, and she never failed to get me hot. Her hand brushed my breasts, sending a tingle through my body, and I put my hand on her thigh and started to move up her bare legs, under her dress. Out of the corner of my eye I could see more people coming over to the couches, attracted by us making out. My hand found Rachel's panties, I stroked her pussy through them, and she let out a little whimper. All of my apprehension was gone, lost in the moment, and Rachel was as excited as I was. Rachel laid me down on the ottoman, pulled my dress up above my hips, pulled my panties off and buried herself in my muff. Oh, I was in heaven! Rachel was always able to relax me, find just the right pressure for me! I completely lost track of the time, and when I came through the other side of a really nice orgasm, I realized everyone had come to the couches, and was watching us intently!
"Now it's my turn, sweetheart!" Rachel said to me. I knew what she wanted. I'm all about the tongue, but Rachel was always more into toys. I sat up on the ottoman, grabbed my bag and pulled out one of her favorite dildos.
"All right, honey! Bend over!" I said. She stood, put her hands down on the ottoman, and stuck her cute butt out.
"Oh, I love that ass!" I said, rubbing my hands all over it. "Let's see it!" I pulled her dress up over her butt and rubbed her bare ass.
"Oh, yeah! Give it to me honey!" she said. I let her feel the dildo just touch her pussy, teasing, rubbing it over her clit. She was so hot, so wet right now, her pussy fluids ran down the shaft of the dildo. I pushed it in just a bit. "Oh, please!" she said. "Don't tease me! Give it to me!"
I pushed the dildo further in and started to work her pussy with it. She moaned and cried with every thrust. As I fucked her with the dildo, one of the guys in the crowd finally got up and came over to us. He got on his knees on the ottoman in front of Rachel, pulled his pants down to reveal his very large erect cock, and pushed it toward her face. Dutifully, she took it in her mouth and began sucking him. At that point all hell broke loose. Everyone started making love to everyone, and I completely lost count of who was doing who. In the ensuing orgy, I must have been fucked by all of the guys at least once, and done four of the women too. Towards the end of it Yvette gave me a very tender, very loving pussy licking, that just made me feel wonderful inside.
Finally, the orgy wound down, and everyone seemed well-satisfied. Rachel and I lay on our backs on the ottoman, naked, covered in sweat and cum. I was exhausted!
"OK, ladies," Scott said to Rachel and me, "very nicely done! Now we just have one other thing for you to do: The bondage part of our party."
Really I thought. After all that? I can't believe anyone has anything left for more sex.
"We do this part of the party outside, but before we bring you there, we have to tie your hands."
"All, right." Rachel said, and put her hands behind her. Her eagerness surprised me. In the years I'd known her, she never seemed interested in bondage. My apprehension was coming back, but I did the same. Scott tied my hands first. He tied my wrists tight together with my palms facing each other, then he tied another rope at my elbows across my back. As he pulled that one tight, my shoulders were pulled back and my breasts out. I watched as he did the same to Rachel. Her eyes actually seemed to light up when her wrists were bound, and she had a huge smile on her face as her elbows were tied. I thought this was really weird. I'd thoroughly enjoyed the orgy, but to me this was just a part that I had to get through to get the paycheck. She actually seemed really into it, as if it was something she'd wanted for a long time.
"OK, ladies, we're going outside. Put your shoes back on, Karen." Scott said. He now had a little bit of edge to his voice, as he was now clearly ordering me. It bothered me, but I assumed it was part of the bondage thing. My shoes had come off during the orgy. I located them, and awkwardly slid them back on without using my hands. Rachel hadn't lost hers during the sex party. Out we marched, to the back yard of the house, me in my pumps and thigh-highs, and Rachel completely nude but for her shoes.
When we got to the back yard, I didn't even know how to process what I saw. A long table was set up for dining, and near it a large grill, which was already going. Next to the grill was a long stainless steel table, with some very large knives and butchering utensils on it. Opposite the dining table was a large wooden block, with dark stains on it, and a huge axe leaning up against the block. Next to that was a large wooden post with an overhang, and a rope with a noose dangling from it!
"Oh my god! What is this?" I screamed.
"This is our dinner party, ladies." Yvette said.
"Oh my god, Rachel, they're going to kill us!"
"I'm sorry, Karen." Rachel said.
I started to run, but two of the guys held my arms. As I struggled, I saw Rachel just standing there, arms tied behind her, with several guests surrounding her. But she was not making any move to try to get away.
"Rachel! Come on! Do something! It's a trick! There going to kill us!"
"Yes, they are." she said. Very calmly.
"What the hell is going on!? Why are you so calm?"
"I'm sorry, Karen, that I had to bring you here. But they did need two girls, and I wouldn't have got this without you."
"What do you mean!?"
"They're definitely going to kill us, Karen. Me first, then you. They're going to chop my head off, cook me and eat me. I'm the dinner for their party! After they behead me, they're going to hang you slowly for entertainment while I'm on the grill cooking. From what I've heard about what they have in mind for you, you may last until they've devoured me completely. This is something I've always wanted, and when I found this group, I just had to jump at the chance. Again, I'm sorry you got caught up in it, but they insisted on me bringing another girl."
"I can't believe this! How could you do this to me?!" she looked away from me.
"All right, enough of this." Scott said. "Let's get her strung up." All of his pleasant demeanor was now gone. Scott and one of the other guys grabbed one of my arms each, and dragged me towards the gallows. "No! Nooo!" I dug my heels in, but they just picked me up and carried me over. With my hands tied behind me, I was helpless to stop them. They put me down right by the noose, and a third man grabbed my head and forced the noose over it. I felt absolute terror as he tightened the noose around my neck! This couldn't be happening! Would they actually kill us both? This had to be some kind of sick joke! The third guy went over to the wood post, where the rope was tied off, and took up the slack, putting just a little bit of tension on my neck. Then Scott and the other guy let go of me. My first instinct was to run away, but I had this noose around my neck! I was helpless. I just stood there and started to sob.
"Please!" I said through my tears. "Don't kill me." I looked at Rachel. "Please, Rachel, get them to stop."
"I'm sorry, Karen. I can't do that. I agreed to this, and they paid for me, and they wouldn't let me back out now even if I wanted to. Once we got tied up, that was it. These cannibals will not be denied their meat."
"But they can have you if you want that! They're not even going to use my meat! They're just killing me for fun!"
"Actually. you'll be eaten too. They'll save your meat in their freezer for another day, I'm sure."
Oh god, this all has to be a sick joke.
"She may be willing," I said to Scott, "but I'm not. You won't get away with it. It's murder!"
"Believe me, sweetheart, no one will do anything to us. We're very wealthy, and you're, well, just a call girl. Sure, it may be technically illegal because you didn't sign a contract, but in this society, where we can buy and sell women, no one will give us a hard time over that detail.
I felt a tug on the rope around my neck, pulling me upwards. Talking with Rachel, I hadn't noticed that some one had brought out a large block of ice and put it right in front of me. Scott was now pulling on the rope to get me to step up on it. "Oww! What the hell is this?"
"Up on the ice." Scott said, pulling the rope harder.
"NO!" I yelled, knowing that if I stepped on the ice block, or anything else, I'd be sealing my fate.
Scott pulled down on the rope harder, tightening the noose and pulling up on my neck. It was starting to hurt quite a bit, and I was having trouble breathing. But I still resisted.
"All right, do it the hard way, whore!" And he really leaned on the rope. My heels came off the ground, and struggled to keep my weight on my toes. The pain in my neck was unbearable, and now I couldn't breathe. I desperately tried to gain some footing on the ground, but I just couldn't get enough weight on my feet. Even though I knew it wouldn't save my life, I put one foot up on the ice block. I just had to get the weight off my neck!
I pushed down and eased some of the pain on my neck, but Scott pulled down more on the rope. Before I knew it, I was halfway onto the ice block, and the ground was completely out of reach. One more pull, and I was fully on the ice block. Scott then let off some of the tension, and tied off the rope again. Now I knew what they planned. They'd let the ice melt, and I would hang slowly!
"There, isn't that better, whore? Isn't it better when you obey?"
"I'm an ESCORT!" I said.
"Whatever, escort, in a few hours, you'll be pieces of meat in our freezer." he said. Then, he turned to Rachel. "All right, is tonight's dinner ready?"
"Yes, I'm ready." she said.
Rachel walked calmly over to Scott, gave him a passionate kiss, and walked over to the wooden block. She kneeled, and placed her head down, with the back of her neck exposed by her undo.
"Oh my god, this is so hot! I can't believe I'm finally here!" she said, pushing her butt up and down. "Please, somebody give me one last fuck before I go!"
"Gladly!" Scott said, getting behind her, his cock already hard again. One of the other guys picked up the axe and waited for Scott.
I watched the scene in a daze, detached. Scott fucked Rachel as she lay there with her head on the block, anticipating the chop. I still can't believe this is really happening. Surely once they're done fucking, that'll be the end of the joke. They'll all have a good laugh, she'll get up from the block, and they'll let me down.
Rachel's breathing slowly got more and more heavy, I figured she was getting close to another orgasm. "Oh, Ohh!" she cried. "Oh, yes, I'm coming soon! Oh yes, do me now! DO ME NOW!"
The man holding the axe looked at Scott, who nodded at him. He picked up the axe, held it against Rachel's neck, and then raised it high above his head.Oh, I can't watch. This can't be real! But I did watch. I couldn't close my eyes. The axe came down hard on Rachel's neck with a sickening thud. Her head rolled onto the ground in front of her, and her cries of ecstasy stopped instantly. Holy Shit! They actually did it! This is real! I wanted to throw up, but somehow maintained my composure. It was clear now that I was doomed. Rachel had sold me out to these cannibals. They would definitely let me hang here, while they enjoyed their dinner!
Scott was still fucking Rachel's headless, twitching body, while the other man picked up her head and showed the scene to it. I wondered if she was still conscious and could comprehend what she was seeing. Was she happy to have fulfilled this fantasy? Did she regret it now? She watched as Scott pulled out of her and came all over her ass and lower back.
"Oh, yeah, that's great! I think you got her right as she was coming! OK, let's get her ready for the grill!"
They picked up Rachel's headless body and carried it over to the steel butchering table. I watched, now no longer in a daze, as they got to work on her. It happened amazingly quickly. Knives flashed, cleavers chopped, bones were separated, and organs removed, all while her head watched from the end of the table. As Scott and the axe man worked, two of the women took the various cuts of Rachel, seasoned them, and placed them on the grill. Incredible! In just a few minutes it seemed, Rachel had been reduced from a breathing human being to a collection of prime cuts sizzling on a grill in some wealthy man's back yard.
Once Rachel's filets and steaks were cooking more attention turned to me. I became aware that the tension on my neck had increased, so that it was starting to hurt again. I looked down, and found that my stiletto heels had melted a hole into the ice, and I had moved down a little. Oh, shit! Now I know why they insisted on me wearing these heels! I pulled my heels out and stood again on the ice block, but I knew the same thing would happen over and over again. Before too long, the ice block would be so rough with heel holes that I would have trouble standing. I could kick the shoes off, but the rope was taught enough that I would have to stand on my tiptoes to avoid choking, and I knew I'd get tired soon. Those sadistic bastards! They're going to enjoy watching me fight to keep my footing, knowing that ultimately it's hopeless! I thought briefly about just jumping off the ice and killing myself to deny them their show, but I just couldn't do it. I was too afraid of the pain and death! So I stood there, trying to put as much weight on my toes as I could, going back on the heels if I got tired, in an effort to prolong my life.
The guests mingled, drinking and watching me, while Rachel cooked. As the ice melted, it became even more slippery, and I found fewer and fewer places I could rest my heels. My toes also became numb with the cold, making my coordination that much worse. I stumbled a few times, to the bemusement of the gathered guests.
By the time Rachel was done on the grill, I was a good inch lower than where I started, and trying to stand on the rough ice surface was becoming very difficult. The rope was really pulling on my neck, and I was wheezing slightly. As the guests sat down and began feasting on Rachel's meat, my foot slipped off the ice completely, and I was fully hanging! A searing pain emanated from my neck, and I panicked, unable to breathe. My legs kicked wildly, trying to find anything I could support myself with. My foot hit the ice a couple of times, and I tried to stand on it again, but slipped off again. Finally, on the third time, I managed to stand. My chest heaved as I regained my breath, and some of the guests applauded or gave a little laugh at my predicament. Scott and Yvette looked up from their dinner - Rachel's pussy - and Scott said, "Nice one. I thought you were going to check out early there."
I was too busy fighting for my life to pay attention to their taunting. I was now almost continuously having to shift my weight around to stay standing, so it looked like I was doing a little dance. I'm sure the guests enjoyed it very much.
Dessert and coffee arrived, and by then I was at least two inches lower. The pain in my neck was excruciating, and I could barely breathe. The ice block was really rough now, almost impossible to stand on, but somehow I was able to stay alive for now. I looked down and to my horror I saw something I had not seen before. Two cracks had formed in the ice, one going fully across the block between my feet, and another one going from that crack to a third side of the block. Oh Shit! If those cracks get any bigger, the whole block could-
I was suspended. By my neck. The pain exploded again, and my throat closed tight, for good this time. Oh, Shit1 I looked down at the pieces of ice under me, desperately trying to find one I could still stand on. But they had all fallen too far away. Oh god, this is it! I thought, and panicked. My legs kicked wildly and I struggled against the ropes binding my arms, while the guests cheered. My chest burned as I futilely tried to suck in some air, making my panic rise even further. I tried to scream, but no sound came. Please! Won't someone help me! I don't want to die! I don't want to be made into meat like Rachel! Please! But of course no one lifted a finger to help. This was why I was here. I had foolishly thought, and trusted Rachel, that the blow jobs and fucking I had done with them were why I was here, but this was the real reason.
The pain from my neck became a haze over my awareness. I was aware that I was no longer kicking as much, even though I was trying to. No energy. I was aware that the guests had gathered around the gallows to watch my end. I tried to kick them out of anger, but could barely move my legs. I was fading fast. Eventually even the pain started to fade.
As I turned on the noose, I caught sight of the butchering table. It had now been cleaned and made ready for me. There was only one thing on it now: Rachel's head, staring off into the distance. That was the last thing I saw.
The End.