Pulling up to the large Victorian-style home, Allie parked alongside the other vehicles in her friends' driveway, and leaned into her rear view mirror to check her makeup. She had retouched her cheeks and lips several minutes earlier, before entering the liquor store, and they still passed Allie's freshness test. Her shining red lips were still impeccably lined, moist and kissable, her cheeks were still richly contoured with powder and blush. Her beautiful eyes were the same as they always were...permanently lined and shadowed, and full of smoldering sex appeal. But they sparkled with an extra mirth tonight. Allie had just gotten a raise, and her long-awaited promotion. She couldn't wait to share this good news with her two dearest friends.

Clutching her purse under one arm and a bottle of chilled champaign under the other arm, she shut her car door and made her way up the steps to the front door, moving sinuously in her tight green vinyl dress and matching high heels. Allie hadn't gone home to change clothes yet, so this new lady executive and program director at a local radio station would be wearing her power dressing a bit longer than usual. But that was fine, since she knew Dirk and Belinda loved to see her at her feminine best. There hadn't been enough time to plan anything more extravagant than this. But taking off from work an hour early, buying a bottle of bubbly, and an impromptu get-together with her old college chums would have to do. With her provocative look, it might even lead to something they all loved to share together... sex.

She rang the bell and waited. A moment later Dirk appeared at the doorway, smiling broadly. He was wearing a bathrobe, and quickly welcomed her inside. "Hi, Al!" he said, hugging her warmly, "You look good enough to eat! What brings you by tonight?"

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"That's great news, Al." he said, taking the bottle from her hands, giving her a hard kiss and another hug, "Congratulations. You picked the perfect time to party with us, too. Come see what that wild girlfriend of yours is up to." His kiss and comments sent tingles careening up Allie's spine. This was perfect. Apparently they were already up to something hot and sexy that she could slip right into....

Allie, who recently turned 33, was an absolute knockout. She was a tall statuesque blonde with greenish-blue eyes. At nearly five foot, eight inches, she stood taller than most women, especially in her 5-inch heels. But Dirk still towered over her at 6 foot, 6 inches. Allie had been married for seven years while in her twenties, but her Stanley died in a train wreck when she was 28. His insurance policies, and the lawsuit settlements hadn't made her rich, but they allowed her to live very comfortably, while raising her one daughter, and cultivating a radio career. She loved Stanley, but he had been a hard husband, moody and cruel, especially in bed. She often worried that he would snuff her himself, which every husband has the freedom to do, or enter her in one of the public wive's lotteries, as he often threatened her, either for the prize money, or just to punish her for something.

Wive's lotteries culled hundreds of women each day to be publicly tortured, hung or roasted, or to live out short lives of brutal servitude in a variety of sex industries. If a man wanted the freedom to remarry, or if he was bored or in any way dissatisfied with his wife, he could choose to have her identity code included in one of these lotteries. Once entered, a wife's code would be automatically re-entered each day for two years, or until selected. A husband submitting her to the lottery collected a sizeable cash award up front, and a much larger sum of money when she was chosen. He could not change his mind, or her possible fate, till her time ran out, and was not allowed to snuff her in the interim without repaying the cash award. If a wife escaped selection for two years she was declared a survivor, automatically granted a divorce, and given a substantial cash settlement to begin a new life.

Surviving a lottery was the only legal way a woman could obtain a divorce from her husband. For that reason, some women would sign themselves up and take their chances. This of course required the husband's consent, and all prize monies were issued to him just the same. Odds of her being picked for one of twenty-six different lethal assignments on any given day were usually about one in 2000. A wife could be selected and taken away as quickly as 24 hours, but her number rarely surfaced for several months. This daily suspense could torture a girl more than almost anything. Keen public interest in wive's lotteries and their ensuing events bankrolled the operation. Gate receipts at weekly festivals, feast days, hangings, and dozens of other attractions featuring lottery victims primed the pump. But the big revenue came through the sale of lottery chances, or tickets. People bought tickets trying to match one of the selected wive's secret identity codes, or the randomly selected numbers of her assignment group. Players could win huge cash prizes, as well as options to participate directly in the rape, torture, and snuff of one or more of the women in question.

But Allie was spared any such fate with the untimely death of her spouse. Her pressure to satisfy him had been lifted for 5 years, and she discovered that she rather enjoyed being unmarried. Lottery-surviving divorcees, as well as unremarried widows with one or more children to raise were called "loophole ladies." They were set free from any husband commandeering them, and having ultimate commission over their life and death. But Allie deeply missed having a husband, and enjoying sanctioned sex every night, even if it meant being bound up, whipped, strangled, threatened, or otherwise mistreated sometimes. That's why her friendship with Dirk and Belinda was so important to her. She turned to them often for companionship, and highly fulfilling, if sometimes kinky, sex.

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In the middle of the floor her lifelong friend was kneeling on a bizarre platform with her arms tightly bound behind her. A front piece of the platform clamped her large breasts like some kind of modern-day stocks. Except for a pair of outrageously tall white platform heels, and an unusually heavy layer of makeup on her face, Belinda was entirely naked. Her head hung limply over a padded rail atop the metal faceplate that enclosed her tits. Belinda's breasts were severely swollen, and a dark splotchy blue. Her face was ashen. Professional looking video equipment was positioned around the room on rolling racks. Three muscular technicians were present, two of them manning portable cameras, roving quietly around the room. A third man was standing at a narrow console, speaking softly into a headset. This explained the cables and equipment boxes, as well as the extra cars in the driveway, but nothing else.

"My god, Dirk," Allie cried, rushing over to lift Belinda№s head from the rail, "What have you done to her? What's this twisted around her neck? Rope... Oh! The poor dear....you've been strangling her again....have you killed her this time? My poor, poor baby." One of the camera men moved closer, directing his lens at her and her motionless friend. Behind him Allie saw her own tear-filled expression appear on one of the video monitors.

"No, of course not." Dirk answered, "Now take it easy, Al. She's fine. Just unconscious for a couple of minutes, recovering from some asphyxia-induced orgasms. She'll come around soon enough, ready for another go. This device around her throat is a garotte. It's the sexiest breath-play toy you've ever seen, and I know you've seen plenty of them. I've been strangling her off and on for the last couple of hours. That hot teacher over at Shara's torture and snuff class gave me the idea of using the garotte and all these other gadgets on Linda here. I requested them to be sent here, along with these network boys. I'm having a blast, and we're getting the best live-ratings CTC has pulled since all those ambassadors' daughters were hanged a few years ago. This thing is making us incredibly rich, Al."

"The Classroom Torture Channel?" Allie asked, her expression changing from stunned to dubious, what are they doing broadcasting here? This isn't a schoolroom."

"No, of course it isn't." Dirk replied, smiling bigger than before. But that is..." He pointed to a large monitor mounted on a low rack in front of Belinda. In the monitor another girl was shown kneeling in the same fashion as Allie's dear friend. "That's Shara right now at school, in Miss J's class, getting the same treatment as her mother here. They are linked up through a real-time vid connection. That little asian girl has been reaming her ass with a cone-shaped dildo, and choking her into submission just like I have been doing to Linda. This is the first time ever for a mother/daughter combo, with them keeping each other company over a live vid link. Viewers worldwide are going bonkers over this thing, and so is our bank account."

"Jesus, Dirk," Allie said, her expression switching back to shock, then horror, "You can't be serious... Not Shara too. Your own daughter. I held her in my arms not too many years ago. She can't be ready for something as miserable as this."

"What do you mean? It all started with her." Dirk responded, "She volunteered today at school. That's right...she signed a quick-release and everything. Really surprised us too. As you know, law forbids parents from participating in any way when a daughter volunteers. But the liaison officer notified us and gave us the option to say goodbye over the link. Then I got this neat idea to do Linda too, just like Miss Juniper does her girls. You know, with the same high heels, lipstick, and everything. We were both so turned on by the things Miss J. was talking about, and demonstrating on the girls, It sounded too good not to try it out. The school and network guys loved my idea, and jumped all over it. I've lost track of how many times I've come so far. But I'll bet Linda and Shara have climaxed more times than I have...That's the way that damn garotte thing works. Now go ahead and puff some air into Linda's mouth, Allie. That should wake her up a little faster. She'll have plenty more to tell you about all this if her voice is still working."

Allie was distraught seeing her friend in such a dire predicament. But at least she understood now. Just like Stanley used to do, Dirk enjoyed playing rough bondage games with his wife. Strangling her and whipping her was a regular part of their sex life, and Allie had often enjoyed these activities with them. But Bebe always said she knew where it would end up someday. Could that day really be today? Allie knelt down in front of her friend's tranquil face, pressed her lips to Belinda's lips and blew steadily into her. One breath, then two. In the corner of her eye she saw Dirk open his bathrobe slightly and begin to stroke his enormous cock. "The bastard," she thought, "Even now..." He always loved the sight of women kissing. Whenever two ladies' thickly painted lips met in a kiss it completed an electric circuit for him, with hot sparks dancing through his dick. She and Belinda had spent many happy hours igniting those sparks.

Belinda was a gorgeous shapely 35 year old woman, with large brown eyes and medium-length chestnut hair, streaked with henna highlights. She worked on her figure relentlessly, and it showed. Her waist was trim and hard, and her succulent boobs were large to die for. She had lived far longer than most married women do in this strange Dolcettian world, probably for doing such a good job of pleasing her husband in bed, and for participating in wild groupsex with him and close friends like Allie. And also because she was such a great-looking trophy wife who truly enjoyed the submissive role of women in the late 2100's. Dirk was the kind of large domineering man that fulfilled her in every way. His family had built a small chain of dry cleaners and laundromats that made him very well-to-do. Dirk often teased of snuffing Belinda by age 40 and trading her in for two twenties. But the closer she got to that age the more the girls were starting to believe his threat. The idea both frightened and excited Belinda, who adored her rich, handsome husband beyond all measure.

Now it was Allie's turn to be frightened, as she kept puffing little bits of air into Belinda's mouth. She might lose her closest female friend in all the world, and on the same day that her career took the biggest jump ever. Suddenly Belinda jerked a couple of times and cried out. She was coming to...

"BeBe, can you hear me?" Allie said, holding the woman's face and watching for her eyes to clear, "It's Allie. Honey, are you OK? Please, wake up, baby."

"Mnn-hmm." Belinda answered her, slowly finding her senses, "I didn't know you were coming over, Al....I'd give you a hug, but you see how it is...."

"Of course I do," Allie said, hugging her friend's tear-streaked face, smelling the rich perfume of her hairspray and cosmetics. With their left cheeks pressed tightly together, she whispered into her ear, "Are you alright, Be? You had me scared there. It looked like Dirk had gone all the way with you, and made you his snuff victim."

"I know," Belinda said in a scratchy sing-song voice, "And that's exactly what he's going to do. But I'm alright, Allie. Well, what I mean is...I'm not alright. This hurts like absolute living hell, but that's OK. I've never seen my husband so pleased. He's getting all of me today, and that makes me the happiest woman alive. He says I am making him the richest man in town. He says he'll make me last as long as he can, give me as many orgasms as a woman can have. He's taking exactly what he wants from me, and I want him to have it. Easy with my breasts hon' ....you can't imagine how this thing makes them feel. It's like someone stuffed my boobs into a tight bag, pounded them with a meat tenderizer, then made the bag even tighter. It's strange, because I don't think Dirk's hardly touched them."

"That's because of the swelling, dear." Allie said, "They look awful. Maybe I can release them and get some circulation going back into them..."

"No, no..." Belinda warned, "You mustn't try that. Well, what I mean is you can't. The bands that hold my breasts are locked into place. Dirk has the only key that can release them, and he doesn't intend to use it. But there's more. There are these little spears that he plans to unleash later.....they will stab into them, doing all kinds of damage. So what I am feeling now is really nothing.... compared to what it will feel like then. Besides, Shara is experiencing everything the same as me. That's giving me some courage. If she can take it, then so must I."

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"You don't understand do you?" Dirk said gently, "She really wants to do this. Forget her pain and all that being-brave-for-her-daughter bullshit. She's our snufftoy now, and she's already hooked on the sex, on the orgasms that only the garotte can give her. Hell, if I turned her loose right now she'd probably fight me to get back under its spell." They both turned to look at Belinda. She looked up at Dirk and Allie with a silent half-smile that didn't deny anything he had just said.

"That's bullshit," said Allie, after a thoughtful pause, "The kind of stuff a hard cock wants to hear, and nothing more. She's confused...delirious. She should be set free right now, and so should her daughter. There has to be some mistake with that business at the school anyway. Shara's too young to be subjected to anything so cruel." Dirk backed away from the baleful stare of the cameras, and silently motioned Allie into the hallway with him, where he could speak to her conspiratorially.

"Listen, Allie, I see how you're feeling, all shocked and everything," Dirk said in a low whisper. "But you need to settle your ass down right now. Your demands aren't going to change anything here. And I don't need to remind you of the trouble you can get into for interfering with a legal snuff. The law is one hundred percent on my side, and so is public opinion. But it would sure mean a lot to Linda if you could support her on this decision. You always were her absolute favorite love partner ....and mine. What if you were to stick around and sort of be a hangman's helper? It would comfort her so much to know it was you helping me out in there. And don't forget that little thing called a live-share. By participating, you would receive a nice slice of the royalties we're creating, which are going to be enormous. Sure you can go manage that radio station at your new job, but you could buy the whole damn station with the money you'll be making here tonight, and making your best friend happy at the same time. It's the chance of a lifetime, Al. What do you say?"

"Damnit, Dirk," Allie said, after a long moment of looking into his eyes, "You always were a master salesman. BeBe's known you were going to do this to her someday. So have I, but I wanted her to put it off as long as possible. You know I'm no shrinking violet. We've done lots of kinky things together over the years, haven't we? Attended lots of catered snuff parties, female barbecues, you name it, and had a ball. But she's like my sister in there..."

"All the more reason to honor her wishes, wouldn't you say?" Dirk said with his eyes twinkling, "Besides, she asked me to make a hard run at courting you after she's gone. Cause she knows I've always been crazy about you. I plan to honor that wish as thoroughly as I can." Allie's face broke into a smile when she heard this, and she hugged Dirk closely.

"Ohh, Dirk, I'm sorry." Allie sighed, suddenly seeing another white dress in her future, "Guess I'm a little bit selfish when it comes to her. Are you really sure about her wanting this now? And Shara too? It just seems so difficult for them, and I don't want to feel guilty about any of this. I've got to know...."

"Of course I'm sure," Dirk said. "Positive. Ask her for yourself. No, you just did that. Ask her again. Or just go look at the video statement she made. The cameras never lie. And they all say the same thing, Al. It's good enough for legal invokement, open and shut, even if she weren№t my wife. Shouldn't that be good enough for you?"

"Well.....OK." Allie finally conceded, smiling sheepishly. "I guess I should go give you a hand, then. Damn! I wanted to come and celebrate the evening with you two. Now look at what I've gotten myself into."

"That's the spirit, Baby!" Dirk whispered excitedly, "You're coming over tonight was more perfect than you'll ever know. Now, you remember what live-share performances demand. Complete enthusiastic participation. The wilder, sexier and meaner, the better. That's what spikes the ratings and drives your share. Now let's get back in there and knock 'em dead!"

"Yes sir!" Allie answered, winking at Dirk for the pun he fully intended.

End of part VIII