Greta's journey

As requested by Anastasia, Greta arrived early to the termination. They spoke at length the night before on the phone; Mike fell asleep before Greta could end the conversation with her friend. Another disrespectful move on her husband. Who would talk to her the nights before her divorce? No one. Anastasia wouldn’t even know, as she would be already in a grave. The same grave somewhere was waiting for her.

The place of termination was Victor and Anastasia house: a nice suburban home, with a nice garden in the back. As Greta parked her car on the driveway, she couldn’t help but notice not much was going on. No catering, or decorations. It was all very much low-key. She didn’t ask how many people were invited: Victor and Anastasia were quite popular. For sure a lot of people would be attending. Maybe she was just very early; the termination was scheduled at 8:00 pm, and it was only 4:00.

As Anastasia opened the door for her, the two hugged. Only one would exit the same door in a few hours. Greta couldn’t help notice a big object, wrapped in plastic, near the entrance. As the two kept hugging for a few seconds more, Greta looked at that weird thing, realizing it was a casket. Anastasia’s casket. It was ready for her body.
Her dead body.
“Would you help me do my makeup?” Anastasia asked, as Greta silently nodded.
The two went upstairs, to Victor and Anastasia's bedroom. Greta felt the embarrassment of having fucked Victor just two nights before behind Anastasia’s back. But she didn’t had a choice; and she was glad she didn’t, for once.
Anastasia seemed unaware: why stress her out knowing her best friend had fucked her husband, hours before her termination?
They spent the afternoon together, talking, watching pictures on Anastasia’s phone of their moments together. Greta helped Anastasia do her hair, trying to focus on making her look as beautiful as ever. They did makeup for each other, and it was time to get dressed.
Greta went back to her car, glimpsing at the casket waiting in the living room. But another detail was too big to ignore: no one else was there. It was 7:00 pm, and there was no preparation going on. She wanted to ask Anastasia, but she did not mention anything and Greta did not want to make a big deal out of that. Maybe she did not understand the invitation well: maybe they had to go another place for the actual termination. But then, why have the casket at home? She was pretty sure Mike and Victor told her they would be joining them at home, and not picking them up to drive somewhere.

As she went back inside after having collected her dress for the evening, she found Anastasia looking at herself in the mirror, naked.
She had never seen Anastasia naked. It was obvious why she had attracted a man like Victor, and why she waited so close to her 30th to marry; she could have any man she wanted at any time. She just had fun until it was possible. And yet, having catched that awesome man, she had embraced the risk of a younger version of herself coming in and snatching him out: that was what was usually happening to all of them. For Linda with Adam, for Victor with Anastasia. Greta did not have any proof, but she did not need one: they were awesome women that were divorced by their husbands in pursuit of someone better. And she was probably the next one, as much as she was trying to push the idea away.
“Baby why are you naked? Where’s your dress?” Greta said.
“There’s no dress,” Anastasia replied, “Victor demands I’m terminated naked. That’s how I was born and that’s how I’m going to die now.”
“You are beautiful in any way, Anastasia. We would all kill to have your body, honestly” Greta said, damning herself for the choice of words she used. Kill to have your body? Your body will be killed shortly. We will only have your body soon; your soul will be gone. And soon your body will be in the casket, and out of here forever.
“So, don’t you feel embarrassed about being naked in front of everyone”.
“There’s no everyone. Victor wanted only you and Mike”.
Greta's heart stopped for a second. The two men that shared her and cummed on her face were going to be the only two spectators, beside her and her dying friend.
“There’s something I want to talk to you about, Greta”, Anastasia said, sitting on the bed.
“I knew this was coming; I hesitated in doing it myself, because I didn’t want anyone else to do it. I have tried hanging by myself, but I just couldn’t. I hate that they have the power of just murdering us for their pleasure”.
The word “murder” dropped in the room like a stone. Everyone used the word “termination”. Murder was generally considered a non-consensual kill of someone. Of course no one of the terminated women wanted to die; they just submitted to their fate, as it was inevitable and resisting it would result in great dishonor for them and their husbands.
“There’s another option, Greta. If you ever think you are getting terminated, don’t give them the pleasure of sexualizing your death”. Anastasia gave Greta a piece of paper with a phone number on it.
“You call them and let them do it. They don’t ask for any money. They will give you an appointment and snuff you on your terms, without an audience, without any of the submission. Go out on your terms, don’t do it like me. I panicked, delayed the decision, and now I’m hanging naked in front of you and your husband. I don’t want to be exposed like that in front of him. And I hate the fact that Victor will kill me with a simple kick of the stool”.
“Is that why you managed to invite only us?”
“That was not my choice. Victor said he did not want anyone here. He decided yesterday morning; we had to cancel everything. One last humiliation for me, I guess. Put that piece of paper where no one can find it, Greta. Do not let Mike see it”.

Greta dress for the night was a simple black dress (you can’t go bad with black) with a skirt just above her knees and nude shoulders and arms. As always, no pockets. She put the piece of paper directly in her underwear, on the side of her slips.

Greta and Anastasia walked down the stairs and went into the living room. It was almost dark outside, as the 8:00 mark approached. Mike and Victor were nowhere to be seen.
Dangling from the center of the living room, a noose made of rope awaited Anastasia’s neck, ready to crush her windpipe and terminate her.
Greta felt a chill run down her spine looking at it. Anastasia just sat silently on the couch.
Greta went back to her squirting on her own couch, at home. The stain was still visible. A stain that was, for sure, her death sentence. She felt the piece of paper rub on her skin, under her skirt. If she did not want to hang naked in front of other people soon, she would have to call that number. But she also understood why Anastasia hesitated to do so: what if the divorce wasn’t coming? What if Mike was happy and this was all her stressing over some minor details? She was a good wife. Sure, she came so hard in front of her husband. But maybe he was happy about it. They didn’t spoke about it, ad Mike spent almost all the day after her fuck with Victor outside the house. And she always got sleepy early, leaving him alone during the night.

Greta sat down near Anastasia. She was naked and shaking, both for being cold and for the adrenaline. They did not speak, just held hands occasionally looking each other in the eyes.
Then the sound of two voices interrupted the silence: Mike and Victor were just outside the door. They entered, their morale as high as ever.
“Hi girls!” Mike said, louder than Greta would have wanted.
“Ladies” said Victor, bending over to kiss Greta’s hand before kissing his wife.
The same way he kissed Greta two nights before. Before fucking her brain out.
Victor went straight to the kitchen, coming out with a chair that he placed straight under the noose.
“It’s time, love”, he said, looking at Anastasia.
Greta felt the hand of Anastasia slipping away from hers, her friend looking only at the noose ready to take her life.
Victor helped Anastasia climb the chair, as Anastasia herself put the noose around her neck and tightened it, placing the knot behind her back. She knew what she was doing.
Mike took a seat on the couch, next to Greta. He placed one hand on her leg, sliding it immediately under her skirt and reaching to her panties. Greta freaked out at the idea he could find the piece of paper but he just wanted to feel her pussy.
Victor was touching Anastasia legs, her muscles the only thing stopping the rope from killing her.
“Just hold on one more second, dear” he said, leaving her standing on the chair, rope around her neck, hands diligently kept behind her back.
Victor approached the couch, and bent over to kiss Greta on the lips.
Greta looked at Anastasia, as her friend looked back in shock. Victor pulled out his cock, placing it in front of Greta’s mouth.
“I’ll be with you in a second”, Victor said to Anastasia, as Mike also stood up, pulling out his own cock and gently placing one of Greta’s hands on it, wanting her to start stroking.
“Your friend dressed really nice tonight, love” said Victor, pulling Greta's head on his cock.
Greta started sucking. She did not have a choice or she would get terminated. But she was the final humiliation for Anastasia.
“Just a moment, Ana. Whatever you are feeling right now, you will stop feeling it soon”, said Victor, smiling at his joke with Mike.
“Blow your husband as well, Greta” said Victor, as Greta stroked both cocks at the same time. It had happened: two nights before, her husband did not allow her to touch his cock after Victor had cummed all over her face. But tonight she had joined the club of having blown two cocks at the same time. And she had done so in the worst possible night: in front of her friend, soon to be terminated.

Anastasia didn’t say a word. As Victor kept repeating that in a few seconds he will be with her, to remove the chair under her feet, Greta kept alternating between the two cocks. She indulged more on her husband’s, trying to recover from that damn orgasm she had on the night where she was first shared.
And then, Anastasia kicked out the chair herself. As both men were pleasured by Greta’s mouth and hands, her friend had done what she couldn’t do alone. She had decided for herself.
Greta looked sideways, turning her head as much as Victor’s cock allowed, to take a glimpse of her friend. She stopped sucking for a brief moment, just to whisper the words “I’m sorry”, the same way she said “I love you” to her husband while she was being penetrated by Victor for the first time.
Anastasia was looking straight at her, her hands trying to reach out for the rope crushing her neck. Her survival instinct had kicked in, but moments later her eyes drifted out of focus. Her legs lifted, then violently kicked downwards. Her hands trashed around, making her look like a zombie. Her husband’s cock was deep in Greta’s throat.
As Anastasia rotated on herself thanks to the rope, she shook her body a couple more times. By the time she was facing the threesome again, her tongue was out, bitten by her teeths, blood coming out of the side of the mouth and on her breasts. Her stomach contracted one, two times. Then she stood still. Anastasia was dead, as Greta was alternating between the two cocks.

She took  the two cumshots, her dress pulled down on her waist, her makeup ruined. One of the last things Anastasia did for her. They did not fuck her. She kept her underwear on.
As the two man composed themselves before going out again, probably to party until the next morning, Victor said to Mike:
“Please, don’t divorce her. I enjoy her skills very very much”.
“Don’t worry about it, you are safe. For now.”
They both looked at Greta, still covered in cum, sitting on the couch in front of Anastasia's dead body.

As they opened the door and left, Greta layed down, the noise of the rope dangling her only company. She pulled the piece of paper from her underwear, took her phone and texted:

“Good evening, I got this number from a friend. Is there room for an appointment soon?”

Her heart rate went through the roof. She had just texted a self-termination number. This was illegal. And it also meant she asked for information about being killed.

She tried to breath, collecting the cum on her face with her free hand to try and not mess up Victor couch.

Her phone vibrated.

“There’s a spot tomorrow. Let me know if you are interested".

Anastasia’s body dangled from the roof. The casket awaited near the front door. Victor and Mike had cummed all over her face while her best friend died. Adam was not going to miss her, as he never wrote after their last encounter. Greta started crying.