As I finally managed to get Matthews dress down over his ankles, I draped it over the bottom of the bed and got undressed. I could see that Sarah was watching me and that whatever release she had experienced was quickly replaced by her need to touch herself. As she watched me dress, she began to finger herself again.

Clipping my own bra into place, the sound of his voice made me jump

�There�s a good little girl, now put his knickers on.� I looked back over my shoulder and could see my Dad framed in the doorway. I felt myself freeze, the coldness within his voice was so unlike him. �Come on Girl, I haven�t got all day,� he said. �I�m hungry and need to get you on your way girl.�

�Dad, please no, please I don�t want,� I begin to say but I guess that he doesn�t care. I can see the bulge in his trousers as he goes across to stand by Sarah. �Why do you think, I�m home so early Sweetie,� he says. �I see that Matt enjoyed himself,� he remarked. �Now pull up his knickers,� he orders.

Quickly I pull on Matts panties, I can still feel his sperm inside of them but do as I�m told, pulling the dress over my head and straightening it. I slip into my shoes. Seeing the look on Sarah�s face I am suddenly terribly afraid; of what they are to do to me but my Dad only seems to be even more excited as he watches me tremble a bit. �Do you think, she�ll enjoy it?� he asks Sarah. �Her tits seem hard anyway,� he says. �Come on, let�s get her sorted out, �he tells her.

Sarah gets up out of the chair where she was sitting and coming over to me, she tells me that she wants me toile on the bed on my back but as I do so I can see that my Dad has slipped his trousers down and is sort of gently giving himself pleasure, even as I begin to shake. �Please Sarah, I will but not like this, in front of him,� I beg her, but she only ignores me and pulling my legs against the corners of the bed she ties my ankles down so that I am spread eagled in front of them.

�Don�t be silly sweetie, who do you think wanted to do this. You know I only do what your Dad wants. It�ll soon be over for you now,� she says. Tying my hands in front of me so that I can still reach myself, she whispers in my ear. �There, at least you�ll be able, you know, she suggests. �Girl to girl,� she adds softly as if it was a secret between us. �It�ll take your mind off it.�

Desperately I wiggle my bum against the bed spread and look up to follow the movement of her hands and I can see that she has drawn a rope between two holes that have been drilled into the headboard. Slipping the noose over my head, she reaches back further and I can guess what she has in mind. She seems to twist something behind the bed and the noose tightens against my throat, restricting my capacity to breath. �Not all the way,� Sarah says. �We don�t want you dying all at once like Matthew do we?� she asks. Again she tightens the noose and it bites more tightly against my neck, cutting into my throat slightly and allow it still allows some oxygen into my lungs I realise that it is not enough and that if it stays there I will slowly choke to death.

Suddenly I realise that she intends to leave me like this so that the garrott will slowly kill me. As I beginin to buck violently against the bed, can feel the stickiness of Matts sperm now as if it were everywhere inside my knickers.

I can hear Dad groaning and realise that the wetness is not just Matts sperm but caused by my own fear as well. Literally my knickers are soaked and Sarah and reaches over to pull them down. �So that your Dad can see better�, she explains. �It should take you quite a little while, an hour or so well before it�s over for you, �she explains. Still, you should . � She pauses deliberately and pats my tied hands. �You know, you�re so close to your ledge lovely. I�m sure if you did play a little,� she adds.

Carefully she pats me hands again and reaches over and kisses me on the forehead before she looks back at my Dad.

�I�ll leave you alone John,� she explains to him. I don�t want to interfere, �she adds. �I�ll see how your tea is doing. About an hour?� she asks him. �You just enjoy.�

As I stare at the ceiling, out of the corner of my eyes I can see Matts body still swinging in his own noose and I begin to rub myself. �I always knew I would end up this way,� I think. In the background I can hear my Dad grunting.