The incredible ride through my orgasm took me away from my dangerous situation for a few precious moments. But I returned to reality with a bump, when the drivers stepped forward again, so that with Jürgen’s help they were able to force me to stand back on the vacant stool, directly below the pipe.
“What about you two?” I asked frantically, but they stepped back and shook their heads. “L… Look, I don’t know anything at all,” I cried, desperately trying to delay the inevitable.
“Now Beth,” said Jürgen, dipping his finger in my cleft and then reaching up and wiping it on my lips. “This is what got you into trouble in the first place. You were born a slut and will die one.”
He knelt down and grasping one ankle at a time, forced my feet back, so that I was standing on the pipe behind the stool.
“Nooooooooooooo!” I wailed, realizing the end was near.
The bastard then stood up and kicked the stool away, leaving me tottering on the cold metal curved surface of the pipe.
Anton stepped forward and did exactly the same thing to Cherry, so that we both stood trembling with fear, about six feet apart and two feet off the ground. The three sadistic cunts then stood back to admire their handiwork, while we tried to maintain our balances and stop from falling to our deaths.
“Beth, I’ll leave you with a lamp, so you can watch your friend die,” was his last comment, before they turned their backs and walked toward the first of the huge metal boiler cylinders.
“Pleeeeeeeese!” I gasped and then thought that maybe I should be saving my breath.
Strange gurgling sounds were escaping from Cherry’s mouth and I feared that she wasn’t going to last long.
“Hang on babe,” I gasped, with a barely audible voice.
Cherry’s noose was so tight she couldn’t talk, but the look of horror on her face told me everything. The seconds ticked by as we somehow hung onto life, doggedly. Cherry’s lovely blue-grey eyes began to lose their sparkle just as my vision became blurred from the tears filling my eyes and streamed down my face. As I looked around for help Cherry began to relax as though she was giving up on life.
“NO!” I screamed, as she slowly fell forward. “CHERRY NO!” her feet maintained a grip for a few seconds and then slipped off the pipe, sending her swinging forward and then backward. A metallic grinding sound rang out from above her. Looking up, I saw that where the pipe was joined, rust had taken its toll and the joint was coming apart.
Hope surged in my chest and without thinking, I bent my knees slightly to jerk the pipe. Sure enough the joint bent a little further, but the rope round my neck tightened, almost cutting off my air supply. Cherry’s swinging body was moving the pipe, but we didn’t have time to wait for it to work itself apart, it needed one hard yank and I was sure the pipe would break in two.
There was only one way to save our lives, I decided.
I said a silent prayer and launched myself forward. The noose tightened even further as I swung into open space. I felt a jolt from above and then as I swung back, the pipe, Cherry and I went crashing to the ground.
Gasping for air, I rolled onto my side, pushed my cuffed wrists under my butt, worked them down my legs and pulled them out from under my feet. Once on my knees I tried to loosen the knot on the noose that was slowly throttling me. I became dizzy while my fingers scrabbled to grip the knot and had almost passed out, when I finally slackened the noose and was able to gasp fresh air once more.
With the rope still round my neck, I scrambled across the floor to Cherry’s body. Terror gripped my heart when I found her lying perfectly still in the foetal position. It was much easier to slacken the rope round her neck, because I could see what I was doing. I quickly removed it altogether.
I rolled her over onto her back and knelt beside her. I took a great gasp of air and bent down to ready myself to try and fill her lungs. Grabbing her nose and chin, I pulled her mouth open and placing my mouth over hers, blew the air down her throat. I expected her to come to life, but nothing happened.
I was shattered and panicking because of my dreadful inability to help my friend. Then I remembered a hospital program I had seen on TV, where they had pumped the patient’s chest.
I quickly straddled her and using one hand on top of the other, started to push down onto where I thought her heart was. I had counted to fifty four when I saw her eyes lid flicker. Hope flared in my chest, so I scrambled back beside her and gave her another lungful of air.
“Aaaaaaaaa!” Cherry gasped, suddenly drawing her breath in.
I sat back on my heels, overjoyed at her recovery. She turned her head toward me and opened her eyes. My tears of misery became tears of joy. She tried to say something, but I put my fingers over her mouth.
“Shush,” I whispered. “We’re safe from those cunts. I’ll get our clothes and we’ll get out of here. I’m taking you home Cherry.”
I was amazed to see her smile. “Thanks Beth, for being my friend.”