"Let me explain, that hook has penetrated into your little brain. The frontal lobe to be precise - effects your motor controls. Makes you a little more docile for this next part. First we stimulate the clitoris. It has nothing to do the the butchering process of course. I just want to make you piss yourself when I cut you, and bringing you to the edge of climax before I make the cut will make me wet too. You should be thanking me for the service... its not like you'll be able to finger yourself any more without hands."
The headmistress brought her knife up to Veronica's sternum.
"I just think that every girl's death should be special."
Veronica moans involuntarily. It is unnmistakably a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Are you there yet dear? Are you cumming?"
Veronica groans and grunts in response, pushing her glistening sex harder into her fiddling fingers.Her eyes roll back into her head.
"Ah, there we are." whispers the Headmistress as her gleaming knife fillets Veronica from sternum to pussy. The blade cleaves her clitoris in twain and bisects the spray of urine she's issuing forth.
"I knew you'd be a dirty, ancestor defiling bitch when I saw you, just like the other ones."
Veronica twists and turns in the air, thrashing as her insides become her outsides.
Don't worry dear, we're getting to the real climax soon.