Holly didn't know what to expect from Judy. Despite everything, she knew that her two times were up, and that now it was Judy's turn to do things to her. A glance at the water-filled tube with a skeleton and fish picking at it reminded her just how far her roommate could go in search of something.

Even the comforting presence of Tom didn't help, given that he had no idea. She hadn't said a word to him. He was just there for their bodies, really.

Judy came back, swaggering and still naked except for the collar around her neck. She grinned that grin of hers. "Master," she said, offering the leash back to her. "I have returned. Did that please you?"

Cheeky bitch! I took the leash. "No, it did not!" I complained. "I will have to punish you!" I turned to Tom, who seemed to enjoy the byplay. "Tom, will you help me out?" I asked.

"Always," he replied with a cocky grin. Just because he had already fucked me once tonight, and we were both willing for more didn't mean he was going to get it.

"Excellent!" I replied. "Tom! You're going to do something to me, and the slave will stand there watching, desperate to have it be done to her, but she won't be able to do anything about it!"

He seemed taken aback by that, but rallied quickly. "I can do that," he agreed. "In fact, I know just the thing." He gestured for them to follow, and Holly did, with Judy marching proudly behind them. Tom led them down a couple twisting corridors to another intersection.

Holly paused. "You're going to chop off my head?" she asked. She had expected something more from him, not a wooden block with an axe beside it. The blood around it looked fresh though, not that she should be surprised.

"And more!" Tom said. He picked up the axe. "Put your head down," he said, and with a huff, Holly did just that.

With no buildup, Tom slammed the axe into her bare neck, and Holly choked as she flopped forward...

No! Her head rolled forward! She saw the axe upside down and then it was gone as she flipped over again, coming to rest on her side. She couldn't breath! She couldn't speak!

She was picked up by Tom, who poked her in the nose. "You're gonna want to feel this," he taunted, "but I guess you won't!"

With that, he handed her head off to Judy, then picked up her body. No, he didn't actually, she saw. He lifted her hips up, and flipped her skirt up! Then he opened his pants and started to fuck her bloody, headless body up the cunt and the ass! She watched, unable to stop as he ruined her for any other man, but he wasn't done! He dropped her hips, and then lifted her up by the shoulders!

She watched, horrified and disgusted as he stuck his cock down her throat, pumping until the blood stopped coming!

But he wasn't done yet, as he took her head back from Judy, and then stuck his still hard cock into her neck! She would have choked more had the senses to do so, but instead she was confused at the sensations of throwing up without anything coming up. She saw Judy standing there, eyes open, blood dripping down her front from where it must have drained from her head. She was excited. She was desperate. But she refused to release herself.

Then Tom was done. "That was nice," he said with a devilish grin. "Do you want some more?"

* * *

Miranda was not having any luck. She came as a cheerleader, skipping the panties and bra, but keeping the red-and-white-stripped mini-skirt and halter-top with blue pompoms. In other words, she was dressed to impress, and it was failing.

Not one guy approached her. Or girl for that matter. And when she tried to approach other people herself, they vanished!

How hard was it for a willing cheerleader to get laid or better around here?

She pouted.

"Problems?"

Miranda looked up, shocked! Someone talked to her! "Oh," she said dejected, "you work here."

"I do!" Marsha replied as she flipped her hair to one side. "And that job involves helping people who are sad! So, what's the problem."

Miranda explained.

Marsha nodded. "I think you're coming on too strong, with your costume, your blonde hair and blue eyes." She nodded in approval of her deductions. "We just need to do something to help you break the ice, and let people know that you are approachable!"

Hope filled her chest. "Like what?" she rose, excited.

"How are you at dancing?" Marsha asked.

Miranda didn't brag. "Perfect!"

Taking her hand, Marsha pulled her along. "Then I have the thing for you," she announced.

Miranda didn't ask, she was too excited to have the opportunity to show off!

She was pulled into a room with a vaulted ceiling. There were a few people around, but what drew her attention was what as in the middle. A Hangman's Noose.

Her eyes widened in fear. Dancing? What?

But she couldn't stop herself as Marsha dragged her up to the middle of the room, under the Noose. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" she proclaimed, "for this edition of the game, I would like to present Miranda! As you can tell, she is a Cheerleader, so you know he will put on a good performance both during and after!"

Miranda hadn't introduced herself at all, had she? How had... magic. It had to be. And Performance?

"Now, remember, the rules are simple. Once Miranda's feet leave the ground, betting is complete! She will dance and hang for your pleasure. The winner will be the one who guesses how long she lasts, closest without going over! And as the winner, your prize will be some exclusive time with this lovely, sexy, lady!"

She was confused, but applause caused her to pose for her admirers. Mini-skirt and lack of panties only ensured their attention.

Then the rope was around her neck. "The guessing starts now!" Marsha called out, and the rope went tight against her throat. She startled for a moment, then smiled for her captive audience. Who cared if this wasn't what she was planning on starting her night with?

She delayed as much as she could, but eventually, her feet left the ground. Then she started to dance until darkness took her.

When she woke up, she rubbed her intact neck and stepped out of the sarcophagus. Curious, she traced her steps back to the room where she had been hung, and there she was, still up on the rope, dead as a doornail.

"Holy shit," she said, looking at her own corpse.

"Welcome back, young lady," she turned to see an older woman, but still pretty, standing there with a hand on her hip and in a blue dress. She put a finger under her chin, "now, I have some exclusive time with you, don't I?"

Miranda nodded, then grinned with anticipation.

* * *

"Welcome!" Holly called out as she led the bloody Tom and Judy into the room, "To the Nothing room!" After all, nothing happens in here, but she knew the real trick to it. "Everyone strip!" she commanded, and she started off by removing her few articles of clothing. To did Tom, but Judy was already nude.

"And the collar," she reminded her roomie. Then it was added to the pile of clothes on the floor.

The secret to this room was that nothing that happened in here was out of the ordinary. Nothing happened at all to those who observed. And she was in control by dint of knowing what was going on. "Tom," she said as she took the collar into her hand, "put this on."

He did so. "Eh, not my color," he commented.

"Excellent!" Holly clapped her hands. "Now, you're my slave. Well, our slave as you have the collar on."

He smiled. "What is your bidding, mistresses?"

She knew exactly what she wanted. "Well, there's only one of you and two of us, so we need to fix that." She gestured at Judy. "Take one hand, and I'll take the other. We'll pull him apart until there are two of him!"

"Hell yeah!" Tom agreed as he held his arms to each side Judy took the other end from Holly and they began to pull.

"HrrrgH!!!" Tom groaned as they began to stretch him down the middle. "AAARGHH!"

They pulled, then Tom began to rip down the middle. But instead of being pulled apart, he began to split into two, two heads became two necks became two bodies with arms became four legs.

There were now two Toms.

"oooh!" Judy cooed as she wrapped herself around her Tom.

"Whatever you want," that Tom kissed her while Holly's Tom put one hand on her breast and other on her ass to pull her close.

"Tom! Tom!" Holly stopped this from going any further, getting the two men's attention. "Before you gentlemen have your way with us, there's one thing that you need to know."

"What's that," her Tom asked, not moving his hands at all from her body.

"Judy gets to pick something for me to go through for her," she explained. "And you two are going to help her with whatever she wants."

"I know!" Holly said as she rolled her head away from her amorous Tom. "After sex! Because I've been waiting for this for way too long!" She took her Tom in hand, and made certain he did what he was told.

"Yeah, after," Judy agreed.

* * *

"So, this is where you were," the Huntress said as she opened the small door.

Gwen's head blinked back, red gag in her mouth. The Huntress pulled it out of the small box and looked around at the room full of body parts that people were gaining, losing or just enjoying.

"You know what I want?"

Gwen somehow nodded, despite the lack of a neck. The Huntress pulled out the ballgag.

"What are your conditions?" she asked, seriously.

Gwen had just the idea. "Ask nicely."

The Huntress rolled her eyes. "May I please know what your conditions are?"

"I said, ask nicely."

It took a moment for the Huntress to realize what was being said. "Oh. May I please have your head to prove to the Club head that I am worth joining your club?"

"Sure! Now, put the gag back in. I think someone just got my pussy out of a box, and they're going to try and stick something way to big in and I don't want my screams to distract you."

The Huntress put the gag back in quickly, then tied the head around her waist-hoop.

But before she left, she did take the opportunity to relax. No sense in pushing through right away. There was still plenty of time.

* * *

Cindy carefully laid down on the fabric. She wore a gorgeous golden dress, which she arrayed around her properly. Above her was mirror to allow her to see what she would present. Gilded bracelets and anklets, her translucent skirt splayed about her. He raised her arms above her head, and arched her back as though she was dancing.

Then, she started to sink into the fabric. She held her stance even as the sinking passed up through her body, until at last it was done.

She looked out the side of her eye, and saw the mirror above her. In it was no longer her, but a painting of her, dancing in some royal court.

In her view, hands reached out and began to roll up her painting. Her vision blurred, then darkened as the light went away. For some amount of time, she saw and heard nothing before she felt herself begin to unfurl and light appeared in her vision.

She was now higher up, probably on display in a hall. There were only a few other paintings, but she didn't care for them, she only cared for those that looked at her.

For those that did so, and read the plaque on the bottom of the frame, would know that if they joined her in the painting, she would dance for them. And if they impressed her, she would dance for them outside of the painting - or they could join her.

It didn't take long for her first dance partner to join her.