The Shortest Straw

Shortest Straw

The evening was just getting started when Makoto pulled out the little jar with
the five straws within it, one shorter than the other. Of course, the five original Sailor
Senshi were gathered at the home of Makoto for their monthly slumber party, which had
quickly devolved, as always, into a rampant festival of orgiastic lust, for of course all
five 14 year old girls were lustful lesbians in their every action.
And so the scene as Makoto broke out the little jar was of five nubile young
girls in various states of sweaty and sticky dishabille. Makoto herself was the least
dressed of the five girls, wearing only a pair of frilly pink panties, stained in the crotch
with the mixing of her own juices and the saliva of her many friends who had sucked
those juices from her undies. The rest of her gloriously nude, her large breasts swayed
enticingly to the eyes of the other girls as she brought out the next party game.
"What's that, Mako-chan?" inquired the leader of their little gang, the
blonde-haired Usagi. After the first round of the orgy had subsided she had changed
into a frilly white shorty nightgown, that hung down to just below the lightly-furred
delta of her pussy, freshly lapped and fingered by her friends. She leaned forwards,
but kept her left arm loosely wrapped about the shoulders of Ami, the blue-haired girl
who had given her so many orgasms already on this night, who was lightly dressed in a
blue teddy, thong-backed to better show off the globes of her backside, normally pale
orbs spanked to a rosy glow in the preceding play.
"Just a little idea I've been thinking about for awhile," the tallest Senshi
winked, as she twisted the top off of the jar and pulled the straws out, juggling them
lightly in her hand. "We all trust each other, right?"
"Of course!" Rei giggled. Long black hair clung to the lightly-oiled back of
Minako who lay across her lap, naked breasts swaying lightly against the Fire Senshi's
thighs. The Warrior of Love was wearing a long, pale yellow nightgown, with an open
back, but had pulled the straps down to better enjoy the feel of her breasts rubbing Rei's
bare thighs. For her part, Rei was wearing bra and panties, black lace and silk, bold in
presentation as befitted her personality. The other sailors nodded in agreement. "Of
course," echoed Usagi. "Kinda hard not to trust someone and have this kind of party
with them," she giggled.
Makoto nodded, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Alright then..." she grinned,
and quickly folded the straws into her hands, all even, five ends poking up from her
closed fist. "Let's see just how far love and trust can take us...even when we're not
fighting for the safety of the world."
As was natural, Ami was the quickest thinker amoung the other four girls to
catch her meaning, but that was to be expected, both for her intelligence and the special
bond that the Senshi of Thunder and Water seemed to hold. "You mean..." she
gasped, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest.
Makoto nodded, as understanding jumped from one girl to the next, their faces
going wide and slack with amazement and shock. "That's right," she said, her voice
quavering now despite the challenge in her eyes. "Let's play a game...a trust game.
Whoever picks the shortest straw..."
"...dies." finished Minako, her eyes wide. "Oh, Mako-chan...I love you,
but..."
"...but this is...wow!" finished Usagi, who, despite being the most childish of
the lot, best understood this sacrifice that Makoto was proposing. "First...why?"
With that, Makoto suddenly grinned, the nervousness that had been gradually
spreading on her face wiped clean. "Because the thought of it makes me SO damn
horny!" she laughed. And with that laugh, the whole slate seemed to be wiped clean.
Usagi's hand was the first to move, plucking and straw and quickly concealing
it in her hand, before anyone could see its length. "Well who am I to deny a friend
horniness?" she laughed with a wink. "I love you, Makoto."
The Thunder Senshi smiled back, her words soft as she replied in kind to
Usagi's professation of love, even as the other three girls picked their straws out, eyes
laughing, hearts free and light, even though they all knew that in a few hours one of
those hearts would be stopped, perhaps forever. When Minako had picked her straw,
Makoto folded her hand shut, hiding her straw and looked the other four in the eyes
deeply. "OK...on the count of three, we open our hands. If anyone doesn't, then the
game is over and we'll play something else, ok?" Everyone nodded in agreement. The
final door out had been opened.
"One...two...three!"
Five hands opened simultaneously. In four of them, four long straws, in the
fifth, death.
Usagi's hand barely trembled as she looked down at that short straw, before
tossing it lightly aside, both of her hands reaching out to clutch the others tightly. "I
love you all.." she said, as the tears started to flow from her eyes, sparking the matching
cascades from those others, as they all gathered for a few moments in a final embrace,
an embrace of love and trust and the full emotional sharing...coming with the
knowledge that tomorrow morning only four would remain. And that despite the
evidence of the past, there was that chance that it might remain forevermore. That
love would not be enough. But for the five, at that moment, it certainly was.
It was Makoto that first pulled herself from the embrace, breaking the group up
into five girls, sniffling slightly and drying their tears...but even as the moisture ceased
to drop down their faces, it had begun to drop down their thighs. Makoto wasn't the
only one who was finding this to be a huge turn-on after all. In fact, it seemed that her
excitement wasn't even the greatest. Even before the embrace had failed, Usagi's
hand had started to roam over her friend's bodies, before coming to rest upon her own,
and as the girls watched, she let her hand slide between her thighs and she masturbated
freely, unselfconsciously, while the decisions were made. "How would you like it,
Usagi?" Makoto asked.
"Wha...what are my options?" Usagi asked, her words cut short by the erotic
sensations coursing through her from her fingers. With the twinkle back in her eyes,
Makoto quickly rose, going to her room for a moment to return with a bundle of items.
A small, sharp dagger, a long sword, restraints (which the girls were all very familiar
with), needles, powerful drugs, bludgeons, whips, and a thick coil of heavy rope...even
a small handgun. "This is pretty much everything I could think of," Makoto laughed.
"But if you can think of more, I'd be more than happy to get it. It's your show, after
all, so all the choices are yours from now on."
The other three girls were amazed at the industry that Makoto had shown in
finding all of these items, but were impressed even more...and aroused most of all. Rei
went so far as to take the sword, and slide it from its sheath to better rub the bare metal
over first her breasts, and then those of Minako beside her, the sharp edge of the sword
resting dangerously on that tender skin as the blonde girl shuddered deliciously. "Oh
my god..." the black-haired girl breathed as she watched Mina-chan tremble beside her.
"No wonder this is taboo...this is an incredible feeling."
All the others nodded in agreement as they watched the little mini-show the
two were putting on. There was no doubt in any mind that not only could Rei slice
those quivering breasts off of her friend at this moment, but that Minako would
probably welcome the mutilation, even climax from it. Ami herself suddenly felt the
craving of feeling that bare, cold metal to be sheathed within her..and she was the first
to come, her cunt suddenly dropping a thick load of heavily perfumed cream right into
the tiny crotch band of her teddy, surprising the others with her sudden moan...and
pushing Usagi over the edge into her own. Minako's body twitched...and the sudden
scream of the girl, along with the rivulets of blood that started to course down her chest
showed what that twitch had done, driving the blade a full inch into her breasts, Rei's
hand jerked clean off of the hilt, only the tender fatty bags holding the weapon aloft
now as Minako made it an even threesome of orgasming teenaged girls.
"Well," Usagi gasped as she recovered from the powerful come, "I guess I
won't use the sword since Minako is having so much fun with it!" she panted, removing
her sticky hand from her pussy. "And the gun is too...well, it's just not right," she
thought. "These," she said, reaching out to gently caress the bludgeons and whips and
other devices with her wet hand, "are to beat me to death with?"
Makoto nodded, even as Minako, shuddering still, carefully lifted the sword
out of her breasts, using her golden hair to wipe the blade clean and sheathing it
carefully, her body quaking softly, while Rei and Ami held her gently, kissing and
caressing her, rubbing the blood into her belly in abstract patterns. Usagi nodded, and
let her hand drift to the rope. "But I think that hanging would be the best way to go..."
she said gently, picking up one of the ropes and twisting it lazily around her fingers.
"The best for you all to watch, and the best for me to experience." Her decision made,
she thrust the coil of rope towards the other girls. "So, hang me...hang me high."
As one, the other girls took the rope in their hands, and nodded, even Minako's
shivering slowing as she caressed the fibers of the rope in her hands. Ami took charge
now. "Usagi, Rei," she said, standing up and taking those two girls by the hands.
"Come with me, and we'll get Usagi ready." Both girls stood readily, Rei leaning over
to give her soon-to-be victim a kiss upon the cheek. "Mako-chan, Mina-chan...you
two get the rope ready for her." Those two girls also nodded, Minako even as she
fingered her cut breasts, toying with her nipples, marveling at how much more sensitive
they seemed since the severing of so many nerves above them.
Usagi walked between Ami and Rei as they lead her into the little bathing
chamber in Mako's apartment, the tub already filled with steaming water in anticipation
of a wet party later that evening. Of course, it wasn't into the tub that the girls went
immediately. First, they disrobed, Ami removing her teddy, clinging to her groin from
the outflow of juices only moments earlier, even Rei's panties sticky from her
secretions, though she hadn't come since the game began. Usagi they would not let
undress herself..instead, after lifting the gown over her shoulders and tossing it aside,
they used a length of silk from Makoto's drying rack to bind the girls hands behind her.
"No more acting on your own, Usagi-chan," Rei smiled as she drew the knot
tight. "From here on you're our prisoner and our charge, and we will take good care of
you until then end," she said, even as she parted her thighs to wrap around Usagi's,
rubbing her bristly black bush against the blondes thigh to bring a swift orgasm to
herself.
"That's right," Ami echoed, her hand sliding down to cup Usagi's mound and
squeeze it gently as her words and tongue wrapped themselves around her prisoners ear,
flowing like soft poison into her head. "Our prisoner," she smiles, leading Usagi with
Rei into the tub room, closing the door behind them, and pushing the Moon Warrior
down onto the little stool where she sat obediently. "Now be a good girl and behave
for us."
Hot water gushed from the showerhead, spraying all three girls and quickly
dousing them down with warm water. The effects of the warm rushing water were
quickly felt in all three girls...a natural byproduct of the sodas and teas they had drank
for the frenzied energy they had thought they would need tonight. Ami and Rei let
nature take its course, but of course Usagi could not. She was a prisoner now, and
though no fate could be worse than that which she had accepted for herself, she was
more than playing the role...she was living it. So she held her bladder while her two
erstwhile friends and soon to be executioners relieved themselves, adding their golden
streams to those of the water which played over her, bowing her head as Rei pissed over
her back, tilting her head back to let Ami pee into her face, into her tightly-shut eyes
and into her gaping mouth swallowing that humiliating fluid as her cunt quivered and
dripped clear, heavy droplets of arousal, but nary a drop of the yellow sticky liquid that
burned to break free.
The rest of the shower for Usagi was a soft, wet, warm blur..the bottles of soap
and shampoo poured over her...the strong, sure hands of her friends washing her hair
perfectly clean, over and over again, shampoo and rinse until it would shine as soft as
sunlight. The body wash, poured from full bottles over her body, laid upon the floor,
and her friends crawling and sliding all over her, using their soft bodies as sponges to
clean her. The sensuality of this bath was indescribable as the two girls washed their
helpless prisoner with ever inch of their own bodies and every ounce of their love,
kissing each other, fucking right over her face, dripping their honey over her body to
wash it clean again. All the while it was like she was both climaxing and not
climaxing, a state of mind she had no idea existed, mind and body in such a full state of
arousal that she was simply incapable of climax, because that ultimate peak had become
a plateau, and no matter how her friends tried the would be unable to clean her thighs.
Eventually, though, it had to end, and she was drawn from the shower, nude
and bound, and dried to shining perfection by a succession of fluffy towels wielded by
the strong hands of her friends. Her hair was made up into its trade mark ponytails,
and they fluttered and shone in the lights of the bathroom, so light that they streamed
behind her as Rei grabbed her left arm, and Ami her right, and led her from the
bathroom into Makoto's living room, transformed in that hour into the stage for her
death.
From the center of the room the noose dangled, hung from a strong hook that,
as experimentation on many night before, had proven itself of more than taking her
slight weight. Makoto and Minako stood waiting, like them, nude now, the cuts upon
Minako's breasts bright red crescents, the rest of her body flawless. They stood
silently; in fact, no words were to be spoken now it seemed. Ami and Rei let go of
Usagi's arms a meter before the noose...the girl walked alone the last three steps, and
bowed her head, closing her eyes.
Eight hands guided the rope over her head, carefully pulling her hair free of the
deadly snare as they tightened it around her neck. Each hand took a long, last
lingering stroke of her body from the neck down before withdrawing. Usagi opened
her eyes, the four girls stood on the running end of the rope, eight hands grasping it and
pulling it taut. She felt the bite of the rope around her neck, swift and sharp, a little
warning nibble. Again, her insides jerked, again, her sex opened its petals and
deposited a gift of crystalline fluids upon Makoto's carpet. In response, so did the
other four sexes in the room, all perfuming the room with the womanly arousal scent.
It was the only message that was said I that final minute, as the five girls expressed their
final, fatal love for one another.
The four girls all said later that night that their friend provided a good show
after the line had been jerked upwards, and her feet had risen a foot off of the carpet.
They had fastened the line off to another strong point, and then sat in a cluster, furiously
fucking each other with hands and feet and breast, but never taking their eyes off the
sight of their pretty childish friend strangling to death. It took a long time, and it
seemed that she had wanted it to, fighting to hold on as long as she could, even when
her jerks and struggles had made her twist so that she couldn't watch her friends as they
indulged their sybaritic pleasures. But in the end, even after almost 20 minutes of
fighting, she had been unable to ignore the sweetly-sickly song that rang in her ears, and
her body had gone into a feeble series of final struggles, her face darkened by then to a
deep, ugly purple, eyes bulging from her head, tongue protruding as an obscene party
favor. Her bladder had sprung then, body unable to obey the wishes of her mind,
sphincters releasing in showers of gold and brown, (in which her lifeless body now lay),
the ultimate sign of life's passing.
Of course, they had let her swing for a good long time. As soon as she had
died their eyes had turned from the corpse of their friend to indulge in the oral pleasures
they had denied themselves. And only when exhausted with pleasure had they cut her
down to lie in her filth, while they retired to Mako's bedroom to rest and repose for
more pleasures of Sappho. And when she awoke on the dawn two days later, it was
there she found herself.
"Wow! Who's next?"