Alright. Here's the first part of the next Snuff-O-Gram story. As usual no knowledge of Doctor Who is needed to enjoy this story, but if you want to you can look up the actresses who play the parts (Karen Gillan, Pearl Mackie, and Stephanie Hyam) and imagine them acting out the story.

Amy Pond: Alien Space Slave Snuff-O-Gram
Tags: Doctor Who, F/F, Oral, F/F/F, Fingering, Willing, Dominant and Submissive, Roleplay, Dissection, "Xenophilia", Cannibalism, Prostitution, Snuff

Amy Pond always wanted to be snuffed, so when she reports as a Sexy Green-Skinned Alien Snuff-O-Gram to Heather's dorm room for her girlfriend Bill's birthday, she gets exactly what she asked for.

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Amy Pond approached what was definitely a college dorm somewhat nervously. She was drawing heads in a way she never had before in her life and underneath the imitation Princess Leia slave Bikini she was wearing, she was absolutely soaking wet from that fact.

Today was her first time being ordered from her company's “special service” catalogue. If all went well, it would also be her last.

Amy shivered as a stiff breeze blew up the amalgam of cloth and metal she was wearing that passed for clothing, brushing past her exposed and inflamed nethers, as well as in between the mostly metal and enamel bra and her puffy currently darker green nipples.

That was the hardest part of this order of course. Not what was waiting in store for her, she hadn't done that yet but she was definitely looking forward to that part. No, the hardest part was soaking for all of last night in a tub full of green food coloring. It probably wouldn't be good for her long term health, but she wasn't exactly worried about that anymore. More importantly, it would be fine in the short term, even edible! And it would stay on until the end of her work today, at the very least.

Now the only part of her not dyed some shade of green was her lustrous red hair, so it made sense that she was drawing gazes, both male and female, as she walked across the university campus as a green-skinned redhead in a metal slave bikini. She was certainly eye catching.

It took Amy almost 10 minutes to find the dorm she was looking for, the dorm whose resident had payed the frankly sort of exorbitant price to order her from the “special service” catalogue her Kiss-O-Gram agency put out. She had to check her instructions again just to make sure she had the right place.
Looking up from the page she'd been given she checked the number on the door. It matched. This was the right place.

Amy knocked on the door.

When the door opened under a minute later, Amy was staring face-to face with a gorgeous college co-ed. Well, maybe face to face wasn't the right term, since Amy was more than half a foot taller than the younger blonde.

“You're Amy, right?” The blonde asked, looking up at her, and Amy couldn't help but notice a star shaped defect in the shorter girl's left iris.

“Yeah,” Amy nodded, drinking in the sight of the girl who would be desecrating her body shortly. “And you're Heather?”

The blonde nodded. She was dressed in a burgundy blouse and black pleated skirt cut to about mid thigh. The colors were probably her way of dealing with the fun they had planned for Amy tonight, though Amy had no idea how well that clothing plan would work out for the blonde. “Yeah, Bill's my girlfriend. She doesn't know I ordered you, so let me explain why you're here, okay?”

Amy nodded, her heart fluttering fast enough in her chest that she wasn't certain she'd be able to tell Bill what was happening anyway.

“You know the rules, right?” Amy asked, because her boss had been very clear about the rules, and how she might not be in any state to explain them after the girl who bought her was done with her.

“Yeah, I think so,” Heather admitted. “You're a Snuff-O-Gram. So we can do anything we want to you tonight, as long as we don't keep you for more than 24 hours, right?”

Amy nodded, swallowing. “Yeah, that's right. You can, you can even take trophies if you want, or snuff me, or eat me,” Amy added glancing at her food-colouring dyed skin, “if you want; but if you leave me alive at the end of the night, you can't keep me around. Playing a bird dressed up as an alien slave girl is all well and good, but real slavery is illegal in Great Britain.”

Heather smiled. “That sounds just fine. I actually didn't realize we could take trophies, I might have to rework some of my plans..." Heather mused. "But don't worry. As I explained in the order, there's absolutely no possibility of you leaving my dorm alive. You're Bill's birthday present and I'm very hard on her toys,” Heather added with a sort of lackadaisical grin.

"Well," Amy half-grinned and half-swallowed as she drank in Heather's lustful and somehow menacing gaze; feeling her own nethers dripping at the thought of her impeding doom, "that's what you paid for, right?" she asked, trying to inject an undercurrent of smoke and sex to her voice and mostly ending up with an almost adorable squeak that just made Heather's smile wider.

"That's right," Heather agreed, "and you certainly cost a pretty penny didn't you?" Heather asked, thinking back to Amy Pond's full page nude spread in the catalogue she'd bought her out of. "I just hope Bill enjoys breaking you as much as I'm going to," she added with a small slight grin before stepping aside and beckoning Amy in.

The dorm room was larger than Amy's own during her short stint in college, though still not large by any means. It was beautiful too, with a large double bed just beneath the window at the end of the room, a desk with a book case? book shelf? hanging over it from the ceiling made of a nice dark brown wood. just inside the door to her left was a sink with lovely marble countertops, that sort of jutted out past the sink to become a small eating nook, with a pair of stainless steel stools beneath it to seat Heather and her girlfriend. To her right, there was a bathroom, it looked, clean, if cramped, with all the attendant parts that a bathroom needed, a toilet, a tub, a sink, a medicine cabinet. Nothing particularly shocking really. The dorm was well apportioned, and there was a small throw rug in the center of enough floor space to fit 4 or 5 people comfortably is they sat with their legs crossed. Of course, the room was not empty when Amy entered. A beautiful girl about Heather's age, wearing a pair of jeans and a multicolored vertical striped tank top, was sitting in the computer chair next to the desk, her light caramel coloured hands held behind her back, a sleeping mask over her eyes as a blindfold, and a pair of noise-canceling earphones to keep her from hearing Heather greet Amy outside.

"That must be Bill," Amy observed, her eyes drinking in the other girl who would be snuffing her tonight. The light brown-skinned girl was lovely, with a long but open and innocent face, and a happy expression on her lips. Her hair was in a poofy Afro and she was occasionally twirling her hands behind her and and in front of her as if dancing to the beat.

"That's right," Heather agreed. "And you're her birthday present," Heather added before looking of to the side at Amy with that intriguing star shaped iris. "Nervous?" She asked, curiously.

"Of course," Amy admitted. "I've never done anything like... this, before. My heart is beating like a hummingbird! I don't want to let you, either of you, down."

That wasn't a lie either. Amy wanted to go through with this, that was why she signed up for special services after all. Sure it paid a lot, but what good was money if you couldn't spend it? No, Amy was doing this because the thought of what was about to happen to her was turning her on like nothing else in the world. But, Amy did hope it would be memorable. She wanted to be done in in a way which these two women would remember fondly for the rest of their lives, and if that fondness ended up tinged with enough lust to turn it into fondles? So much the better.

“You won't,” Heather reassured her with a serious look on her face. “You're everything I hoped for when I saw your spread in the catalogue, Bill will love what I have planned for you.”
Amy thought about that spread, she'd never been so excited in her life back then, she'd practically fucked the pole they'd set up for her to dance on as they took photos. She'd seen some of the pictures afterward, but she didn't know which one ended up in the catalogue. Idly, Amy wondered which it was.

“Heather? Is that you?” Bill spoke up, looking in entirely the wrong direction to be addressing them. “Are you done setting up my surprise yet? I wanna take off this mask at some point, okay?”

Heather grinned at Amy. “Okay, go sit over there, on the bed right next to her. And remember, be quiet! I want to surprise her with you, okay?”

Amy grinned back, her heart beating wildly in a mixture of her own nerves and Heather's infectious wry enthusiasm. Amy nodded and headed to the bed taking a seat at the foot, less than an arm's length away from Bill as the diminutive blonde spun her slightly taller girlfriend's chair around to face her, and away from Amy. Amy could feel her arousal soaking through her costume and onto the blanket below, but she didn't say a word. This was Heather and Bill's time now.

Amy watched raptly, unable to see Bill's face as Heather removed the brown girl's headphones. She could hear the faint strains of a catchy song from the 80s issuing from the earmuff-like devices as Heather placed them, gently, on the desk.

“Alright Bill, your surprise is ready, are you?” Heather asked, a lazy half-smile gracing her face.

“Definitely!” Bill answered almost before Heather finished asking the question. “Can I remove the mask?”

“Not,” Heather cautioned straddling Bill's lap on the tiny desk chair, “juuust yet,” she answered, drawing out the second word. “There are a few things I need to tell you first to... to frame it properly,” Heather explained, searching for the right words.

Amy squirmed, gently caressing her own folds with her fingers as she waited for Heather to explain the night's planned debaucheries at Amy's expense to her girlfriends. Amy hoped Bill took it well.

“Well, now I'm really curious!” Bill replied. “Just what exactly did you get me for my birthday, anyway?”
"You remember that conversation we had a week or two ago? After we got chips at that hole in the wall stand and then ate them on that hill while we watched the stars?" Heather asked.

"Yeah, that was brilliant, wannit? What about that?" Bill asked, still blindfolded.

"Remember what we talked about?" Heather asked, leading her lover to the conclusion she was hoping for.

"About fetishes, right? You asked me what my fetishes were, that's why the bondage right here, right?" Bill asked, cocking her head to the side. "Did you get me some sort of bondage outfit?"

Heather looked Amy's way, assessingly. "Well, I can if you want one, but that's not quite what I was driving at. Do you remember asking me about my fetishes?"

"Oh!" Bill realized. "This is about your snuff thing, isn't it? I told you I'd be open to it if you you got the right hook, love. Might be fun to try it together, right?"

Amy withdrew her finger from beneath her costume. From the sound of it, she was going to be introduced very very soon.

Heather grinned, and though the grin wasn't cruel, it was certainly wicked. "I know," Heather agreed, "and that's why..." she slowly pulled off Bill's blindfold, "I want you to meet..." Heather sidled off of Bill's lap and turned her around, "Amy!"

"Oh my gosh! She's green! Is she an alien? No wait, that's daft. Alien's aren't real. How's she green then? Did you paint her?" Bill ran a finger up Amy's thigh to check for any paint. It came back dry. "Not paint then, what is this?"

Amy glanced at Heather, but the diminutive blonde shook her head.

"Amy, is an Orion Slave Girl from that Sci Fi show you love so much. I bought her at an auction, and we can do anything we want to her."

That wasn't strictly true, Amy thought to herself, but as long as Amy didn't end up surviving the night that slight untruth about her purchase probably wouldn't matter.

"Anything we want?" Bill asked, clearly excited by the prospect.

"Anything." Heather agreed.

"Even snuff her?" Bill asked, sending a tremor down Amy's thighs

"Anything," Heather repeated.

"And she's okay with that?" Bill asked Heather before realizing what she was doing and turning to Amy instead. "And you're okay with that?"

Heather nodded her head when Amy looked up.

"I am," Amy admitted. "I'm actually looking forward to it," the redhead added, shifting aside the red loin cloth of her costume just enough so that Bill could see the absolutely soaked green visage of her treasure that lay beneath.

"Wow! And she's green everywhere!" Bill exclaimed in shock. "This is amazing!" Bill remarked. "You're amazing!" She added, looking Amy directly in the eye as he said it.

A silence filled the room as she stopped talking, but Bill was completely undeterred by it as she spoke up. "So...how do we do this, her, you?" She asked, addressing Amy directly on the last line.

"Well," Heather began, stroking Bill's shoulders as the darker skinned girl watched Amy cross and uncross her legs, "since we have a real live Orion Slave girl, I thought we could start with a little... inspection to tire her out, followed by a dissection to do her in," Heather grinned lazily, sending a shiver down Amy's spine. Amy knew she wasn't going to survive the night, but hearing it stated so plainly, and with so much enthusiasm... that was something else.

She bent over to reach beneath the desk and grabbed a clear plastic baggie. "I raided the bio lab yesterday, so I have everything we need to examine the specimen."

Amy stared in a mix of excitement and fascinated horror at the contents of the bag, she could see several pairs of forceps, some wickedly sharp looking scissors, a pair of scalpels with a few replacement blades in sterile packaging, a medicine dropper, a plastic ruler, six T-shaped pins, and two pointy needles of metal on plastic handles, one bent and one straight. From the dissections Amy remembered having to perform in Secondary school, that bag contained absolutely everything the pair of girls who had bought her would need to rip her apart and study her.

"Then what?" Bill asked, literally on the edge of her seat. She wasn't the only one, from her angle on the bed Amy could see that Heather had even more hidden beneath her desk, a large almost two liter bottle of Stolichnaya vodka, raspberry flavoured. Amy wondered if it was for her to drink, or to be used on her. She could just imagine how painful it would be if they poured it on her to 'sterilize her' while they carved her apart.

"Then," Heather replied to Bill's query, "if our guest is still with us, she can join us for dinner. I've planned a meal of freshly harvested slave girl filet with a side order of whatever else looks good when we dissect her, and seasoned with whatever I can nick from the cabinet in the dorm kitchen down the hall."

Amy's cunt clenched when she heard Heather's plans for her pussy. Her instructions had mentioned that whatever she used to dye her skin had to be safe to eat, but Amy had assumed those instructions meant that Heather and her girlfriend planned to eat her out, not actually use her... what had Heather called it? Her filet? As a romantic dinner for two.

"You want to eat her?" Bill asked, her eyes wide staring at the area between Amy's legs where she'd gotten a flash of the Snuff-O-Gram's now green cunt. It was covered by her loin cloth once more, but now that Bill knew her girlfriend's plans for the area she wanted to see it again, for herself. "Is that safe? How are you even going to cook her? You're not planning to cook that in the kitchen, are you?"

"Of course not," Heather reassured her girlfriend, and sending mixed feelings through her purchase. "That's why I got this hot plate," she added pointing to a hotplate sitting on the eating nook, "and that pan," she added pointing to the pan above it.

"You really have thought this out, haven't you?" Bill asked. "Amy isn't a real Orion slave girl, is she?"

Heather produced a pair of scalpels from the clear baggie with a quick flourish. "There's only one way to find out, isn't there, Bill?" She asked.

Bill swallowed deeply. "And she's okay with it?" The brown girl asked.

That was a loaded question, wasn't it? The truth was, Amy wasn't 100% sure. The thought of being snuffed was so indescribably erotic, even now that Amy's fate was pretty much an inevitability; but, the reality of it... seeing the tools that Heather had produced, looking at the hungry expressions on Heather and Bill's faces... it was sending chills of fear down her spine! Still, Heather had bought her for a purpose: to make this Bill's best birthday ever! And Amy had never left a customer dissatisfied as a Kiss-O-Gram, and she wasn't about to start now on her last night on Earth.

Amy looked to Heather to see if she should answer. At Heather's nod, Amy reached below her loin cloth once more and dipped both fingers into her absolutely sopping wet cunt before drawing them back out again, slick and shiny. "I want you to use me," Amy admitted, wiping the shiny evidence of her arousal around her throat like a necklace. "I want you to break me, and... fuck... god help me, I actually want you to eat me too!" Amy paused, gasping. "It's your birthday, Bill. I'm your toy to play with however you want," Amy admitted as sexily as she could manage. "Even if you want to break me. I'm yours Bill, Heather bought me for you. If you want to snuff me... if you want to eat me... I'm fair game." Amy admitted, sending shivers up and down Bill's spine.

Amy was pressing all of Bill's buttons, the almost caramel colored girl had a fetish for the strange, the bizarre, the extreme. She thirsted for new experiences, lusted for them really, and pretty young white girls, well, formerly white girls, were definitely her type, even if it looked like Amy was taller than her by a few inches. Seeing her here, offering herself up on a silver platter for Bill to explore in ways Bill never thought possible... that was the sexiest thing Bill had ever seen. Having her do it while dressed as a combination of both of Bill's earliest childhood Sci Fi jilling off fantasies? Heather was the best girlfriend ever to do this for her.

"Alright," Bill said, firming her resolve. "Let's do this."

Amy and Heather both grinned. Amy's nervous, Heather's hungry.

"Alright Amy, I want you to give Bill your sexiest dance. I want her Jilling in her Jeans, and then I want you to remove those jeans."

"What!?" Bill squawked at that last part, but Amy was already in action. Rising from the bed in one smooth motion, Amy stepped to the open area of floor before her and began to writhe to an unheard melody like a belly dancer, her flat tummy undulating and turning as her golden bikini offered tantalizing flashes of her green pussy with every twist and turn.

Bill was quickly enthralled, as Amy danced for her. The redheaded green girl was incredible. Lithe, tall (at least compared to Heather), clearly a skilled dancer, and not just resigned to Bill and Heather killing her later, but actually getting off on it! She was like some sort of alien snuff slut from Mars, and Bill was actually looking forward to ending her like she so clearly wanted her to.

Amy danced into Bill until she was practically sitting on the other girl's lap, straddling her with her legs on either side of the chair, grinding her barely covered butt into Bill's jeans, her own, barely covered crotch less than a handsbreadth from Bill's own.

Amy could see Bill's arousal rising as she bucked and gyrated in the brown girl's lap, but no matter how close she got, Bill wasn't touching her.

Honestly? It was kind of cute. But Amy hadn't signed up as a Snuff-O-Gram for cute.

Amy leaned in and suckled a bit of Bill's earlobe, her hot breath cascading over the sensitive channels of Bill's ear. She could feel Bill buck in surprise beneath her, but the frizzy haired girl wasn't drawing away from the intimate act.

"You know, this isn't a lap dance at a strip club," Amy whispered, her lips releasing Bill's ear. "You can touch me... if you want to."

Bill's eyes widened. "I can?" She asked, shocked.

"You can," Amy nodded. "You can touch me anywhere you want to." Amy leaned back. "My breasts," she explained giving her shoulders a small wiggle to emphasize the area. "My hips," she offered, grinding them into Bill's lap as she rode her, her hands on Bill's shoulders to steady herself. "Or even," she paused, her eyes flicking down to the junction between her thighs, "lower..."

Bill glanced at Heather to make sure it was okay. Her girlfriend responded with a reassuring half smile and an encouraging nod; the equivalent of saying "knock yourself out" for her petite blonde beau. With Heather's easy approval, Bill acted on Amy's suggestion, pushing her red loincloth aside to reveal the Snuff-O-Gram's shaved bare green pubic mound.

"Like what you see?" Amy asked sultrily as she ground her viridian lower lips into the crotch of Bill's jeans, leaving the fabric moist with her arousal.

"Are you green everywhere?" Bill wondered.

"Wouldn't it be more fun to find out yourself?" Amy proposed, reaching down to spread her lower lips for Bill's newly questing fingers to enter.

Amy gasped as the pads of Bill's digits hit her inner walls. "Yes!" She cried out, her inner passage yielding easily to Bill's intrusion. "Just like that!"

"Are you enjoying yourself? Playing with your food like this?" ” Amy asked as she gyrated on Bill's lap amid the black girl's inquisitive ministrations; squeezing her cunt tight around Bill's fingers when she reached the word food. Because Amy certainly was. Heather's plans for her had been wriggling into her brain ever since she first heard them, and the thought of this gorgeous pair of lesbian co-eds splitting her pussy as a romantic birthday meal was just... ungh! Exquisite!

Bill had never had a lot of experience with women. Heather was her first serious girlfriend, actually. She'd never really gotten a lap dance before, much less one from an Orion slave girl, and she'd certainly never gotten to finger the dancer during it! She was having the time of her life as Heather watched her in obvious approval, and her only problem was wondering just how Amy had ended up so completely green! Even the inside of her gorgeous pussy was stained green! How did she do it?

Amy was nearing release and she planned to go for it. After all, she might as well get the most joy she could out of her cunt before Bill and Heather took it from her.

Amy bucked and gyrated as she bounced on Bill's fingers, nearing ever closer to the inevitable finish line.

Bill had never seen anything like this! Finger-fucking a green-skinned girl (her skin couldn't actually be green could it? But there wasn't a trace of pink to be found...) who her girlfriend had bought to snuff for her birthday!? This whole experience was so far out of her realm of reference that basically the only thing Bill could really do was go with the flow.

Amy ground against Bill's lap as the light skinned brown girl pumped her almost caramel colored fingers in and out of Amy's tender green snatch. It sort of amazed the redhead that the food coloring wasn't running given how absolutely soaked she was, but that thought quickly faded as the orgasm her body had promised her crashed in on her like a tidal wave.

"YES!!!" Amy shouted, loud enough to be heard at least three rooms away through the thin university dorm walls. Her hips bicked wildly, claming down so hard on Bill's fingers that the birthday girl almost thought the redhead might break them! Her golden bikini bounced hard against her newly green tits, tapping them hard with each new bounce. Amy threw her head back, giving a full-bodied purr, a lustful mix of moan and groan and growl in an almost indescribable noise that up till then Bill had been certain could never come from a human throat. Bill still wasn't certain it had.
Her arousal spent, for now at least, Amy collapsed bonelessly backwards onto Heather's bed. Her gorgeous straight red locks splayed around her head like a shimmering auburn halo. Her chest heaved, panting with exertion, sending the golden trim of her costume's bikini top pumping up and down almost hypnotically. Her legs were splayed, but her loin cloth had fallen back into place as she fell, so despite Amy's position, her modesty, what little there was, was preserved.

"So, Bill?" Heather asked, her hands on her girlfriend's shoulders. "How do you like your birthday present?"

"Well, it seems great so far, but I haven't really unwrapped it yet, have I?" Bill grinned enthusiastically.

"Would you like to? Or do you want to see it unwrap itself?" Heather asked mischeviously.

"Now that's a great question, innit?" Bill agreed. "But, honestly? As much fun as it might be to see my present unwrap itself, unwrapping your presents is half the fun of getting them," Bill grinned as she got up from her chair, the crotch of her jeans noticeably soaked with a combination of her own and Amy's Juices.

Amy quivered on Heather's bed as Bill approached her with an eager gleam in her eyes. Heather herself was watching from off to the side, at an easy angle to see everything, but seemingly determined not to interfere despite the longing in her own mismatched eyes. Amy wondered how long that determination would last, especially given that Heather had produced two scalpels from her baggie earlier instead of one.

Carefully, Bill reached for the simple clasps the golden bikini bottom resting on Amy's green-coloured hips. The costume looked expensive, and it was. Having nothing else worth spending her money on given her impending fate, Amy had splurged on thr last outfit she would ever wear. The bikini wasn't completely gold, that would be too soft to wear and too expensive for even her to manage with all her remaining wealth, but in the week since Heather had placed her order for her, Amy had used the combination of her payment, her savings, and the money she'd been saving for rent to purchase a move accurate 24 karat gold-plated slave girl Leia costume. She hoped Bill and Heather enjoyed it once they were finished with her.

The clasps came apart easily in Bill's nimble fingers, leaving the bikini bottoms in place, but in two seperate pieces, front and back.

Climbing up onto the bed, Bill straddled Amy's bare green belly, still wearing her own tight jeans. She stared down at the redhead as she leaned over, placing both hands flat on the bedspread, one on each side of Amy's head at about shoulder length apart to frame her emerald-coloured face.

Bill smiled, and leaned in to steal a kiss from Amy's pouting lips; pushing her excitement into Amy like the hot breaths she left on the redhead's lips.

"You know, we're gonna dissect you right? You strange, green colored girl," Bill asked smiling.

"I know," Amy nodded breathlessly.

"I still can't believe you're okay with that, though," Bill insisted, somewhat incredulous.

"It's sort of a shock to me too," Amy admitted with a blush, her cheeks darkening a bit in response. "My Pussy's going to end up on your plate once your done with me," Amy shivered in arousal, "do you have any plans for the rest of me?"

"The rest of you?" Bill asked as she reached behind the redhead's back to undo her golden bra.

"You can keep souvenirs if you want," Amy explained. "I can't exactly stop you."

"But do you want me to?" Bill asked. "And what do you mean by souvenirs anyway? Mounting your head on a plaque like I'm some sort of big game hunter and you're some innocent doe I shot?"

"Yeah, you could have me looking down from the wall at the foot of your bed every night while you shlick it if you want. Or... you could make a pair of thigh high leather boots from my legs. I bet you'd look incredibly sexy in green leather," Amy admitted, imagining the girl straddling her wearing her legs as a pair of boots as she cracked a riding crop against her leather-covered thigh.

"Blimey, you really are getting off on this," Bill realized as she finished unhooking Amy's golden top.

"I really am," Amy agreed.

"Must be a real alien," Amy could hear Bill muttering to herself. "No human girl would happily snuff it like this, would they?"

Amy didn't reply, not wanting to disrupt Bill's fantasy.

Her fingers trembling, Bill removed Amy's gold-plated bra, exposing her modest and equally green coloured breasts beneath. All was still for several seconds as Bill stared down at her prize. Her alien slave girl's breasts were topped with the puffiest pair of nipples that Bill had ever seen and in am instant, Bill was overcome with a need to lick one; to suck on it like a baby with a bottle.

Amy shivered as Bill bent down, her hot breath playing across her bosom. In the blink of an eye, she could feel Bill's lips engulf her left breast, nearly swallowing her puffy green nipple.

Amy's eyes rolled back in her head as Bill began to suck, her light brown fingers questing below the red loincloth attached to the bottom of her costume as Bill searched for the slick treasure at the junction of Amy's thighs.

"Ungh!" Amy moaned as Bill's finger slipped inside her once more, the darker girl's lips and teeth and tongue playing a symphony in pleasure with her puffy green dyed nipple as the lone instrument.

Bill pulled back, staring at the unblemished green tinge of Amy Pond's areole. This wasn't makeup, and it didn't feel like paint, so how was she green, actually, why was she still green after the thorough sucking Bill had given her puffy green nip?

Despite her earlier intent, Bill hadn't actually gotten a clear look inside Amy's cunt. Now, with Amy laying on the bed, her legs spread and her feet hanging as her knees bent over the edge, now might be the best chance she'd have to get a proper look, at least before dinner anyway.

Amy shivered as Bill shimmied down her body, knocking the front of her unhooked bikini bottoms free with her jeans-clad ass. Amy watched, helpless, as it clattered to the floor. It felt as if she were pinned, a feeling that soon became reality as Heather climbed up on the bed to hold her hands in place.

"Don't worry," Heather whispered. "You're doing fine," she grinned a little half smile that never seemed to be cruel, but somehow seemed to relish Amy's planned fate anyway. "I've even thought up a couple of trophies I wouldn't mind taking from you," Heather confessed. "Those puffy nips of yours would look great topping the thumbsticks of the controller Bill gave me for my birthday," she added with a glance over at her desk, where a forest green gaming controller sat next to a keyboard and a mouse.

The shade of the controller wasn't exactly the same shade as she'd dyed her own skin, but it was close. Close enough to fit, and just visible enough to stand out. Amy could just imagine the way that Heather's thumbs would dig into her nipples as they stretched over the thumbsticks like a lewd tea cozy. She could just imagine Heather playing game after game, slowly wearing through her tender nipples with pressure ad time until finally they'd need to be replaced. She could almost imagine Heather taking her nipples off the thumbsticks and carelessly tossing them out. Her nipples laying discarded in the trash a year or two hence, worn out and ruined, having served their purpose. Ungh! The thought alone almost had her cumming a second time!

“You're amazing...” Amy heard Bill pronounce as the frizzy-haired girl slid off the bed and between Amy's knees. “God, even your lips are green...” Bill continued, reaching out to spread the slight cameltoe of Amy's cunt.

Amy could feel Bill's fingers as they teased across the slight ridge of her inner lips where they protruded from her puss. She could feel Bill trace the line framing the entrance to her snatch from the bottom, all the way to her clit, hidden as it was beneath its tiny hood. Bill peeled back the hood and Amy could feel her hot breath as she bent in for a closer look.

“You're even green there!?” Bill marveled in amazement. “You aren't really an alien, are you?” she asked.

Amy shook her head with a mischievous grin, glad that all the hours she'd spent soaking in food colouring overnight had borne such fruit. “I can't tell you that,” Amy admitted, not wanting to taint Bill's fantasy one way or another, “but feel free to keep looking. If you can't figure it out from just looking, there's always my dissection too,” Amy paused, “Not to mention a taste test after that.”

“Blimey!” Bill exclaimed. “I could see your pussy clenching when you talked about me dissecting you!”

“That is why I'm here,” Amy agreed. “I hope you're not planning for me to survive the night,” she added, almost purring as she felt Bill begin to tease apart the petals of her sex.

Amy's cunt was, in Amy's own opinion, her best feature. Two perfectly rounded lower lips, swelling into a soft mound with a small but visible ridge of inner labia between them. It was cute, with just a hint of seduction to it, ans she absolutely loved it. Amy loved to admire it, she loved to play with it. She loved the way her inner lips clung together as they ran the course of her mons before stopping at the hood that hid the bright red pleasure button she regularly enjoyed stroking.

Of course, Amy's pussy had changed now from its usual appearance. Normally Amy had a strip of red fur, almost like a landing strip running straight down her mound to stop at her clit, but given her clients' plans for her... filet, Amy had shaved and waxed almost as soon as she got her orders; it wouldn't do to get hair in the birthday girl's steak, after all. Another large change was its hue, thanks to her extensive preparations the night before, every single millimeter of Amy's snatch was bright, Orion Slave Girl green.

"You're even green inside!" Bill explained as she pulled open Amy's pussy to peer into its depths. "How is that possible?" Bill wondered aloud. "I mean, you're definitely wet enough down here that any paint would wash right out..." Bill trailed off as she tried to figure out what was up with the 'alien' she was about to dissect.

Amy knew exactly how she'd managed it, of course. It hadn't exactly been cheap to fill her bathtub full of green food colouring even after finding a place that sold it by the gallon instead of the liter. It had ended up costing Amy almost 500 pounds, but it wasn't like she was going to be able to use that money after tonight anyway, so Amy didn't mind spending it. She didn't mind spending hours completely submerged in the bath, her eyes closed, breathing through a snorkel as she held her pussy open for the green dye to penetrate her very nook and cranny. She'd spent an incredible amount of time covering her hair in paraffin wax so that it wouldn't be dyed with the rest of her body, and an equal amount of time playing with herself beneath the green tinged water of the bath, all in the service of this moment here, with one of her 'clients' staring up at her snatch from off the edge of the bed and wondering if maybe she wasn't actually an alien after all. Amy certainly felt like it was worth it; not that she regreted those hours spent relaxing in the warm bath water with nothing to do but play with herself as she imagined her inevitable dissection. She hoped that Bill and Heather were enjoying her efforts just as much as she had...

"You're not really an alien, are you?" Bill asked, unable to figure out another explanation for the green hue of Amy's treasure.

"You know, there is one way to find out..." Heather stepped up and spoke softly into Bill's ear.

Amy shivered as she caught the hints that Heather was dropping for her lover.

"There is?" Bill asked.

"Well, I did promise you an alien dissection. That'll tell you one way or another, right?" Heather smiled her same lazy half-smile. "And... our little alien has clearly been looking forward to it..." the star-eyed blonde added, her mismatched eyes flicking to Amy's clearly aroused slit, already tinted a darker green by the increase in bloodflow to the site. Amy's snatch looked almost... hungry. It was drooling with arousal; wet and shiny; the perfect specimen for the night's planned dissection.

“I wonder what she tastes like...” Bill inquired. “You reckon she tastes like broccoli or something?” Bill paused, looking up at her girlfriend, “I mean, I don't mind if she's a plant girl that tastes like broccoli, but, I'd like to know if we're having meat or salad tonight, you know?” Bill asked.

“You'll find out eventually,” Heather laughed. “But... If you're feeling impatient, you can always have a taste test now. Give you something to compare it to after I finish frying it up?”

Amy's cunt clenched at the suggestion, not just of Bill having a quick lick, but at the thought of having her pussy fried up like a common order of fish and chips. She couldn't help but imagine her greatest treasure, glistening with oil, wrapped in newspaper and surrounded by fried chipped potatoes as Heather handed it all to Bill to snack on while they strolled through the campus below. God! The thought of it was... It was incredible!

“Can I really?” Bill asked, not quite sure what to make out of her girlfriend telling her that she could eat another bird out if she wanted to.

“It's fine,” Heather assured her. “She's your present, you can play with her however you want to. It's not like she's making it through the night, right? You're just playing with your food.”

“Right,” Bill nodded in agreement. “It's just like sampling the cookie batter before it's done, isn't it?”

As Heather nodded, her darker-skinned lover leaned in, her breath ticking the soft green lips of Amy's well-dyed pussy. Amy couldn't stop herself from trembling as Bill inched closer, her eyes wide as she sated at the treasure laid out before her. Bill had never really stopped her exploration, so Amy's sex was spread out before her like a flower, the inner walls, just as green as the outer walls, if of a different hue, sparkled invitingly in the harsh fluorescent light of the college dorm. Bill could see Amy's passage pulse gently with each beat of her heart. Her curiosity was beginning to consume her, and honestly? Seeing Amy spread out helplessly on the bed before her like this was incredibly sexy. Both of them knew that it wouldn't be long before Bill started to dissect the redhead, but Amy was being so obedient that id Bill didn't know better she'd have assumed the other girl was a blushing virgin, eager to be deflowered.

Actually... “Are you a virgin?” Bill asked, her face mere millimeters away from her prize.

Amy couldn't help but shiver as Bill's breath tickled her splayed inner passage with each new word she uttered. A virgin? Well, Amy wasn't inexperienced but technically...

“I've used some toys... But, I've never actually gone past tops and fingers, if you know what I mean,” Amy admitted.

Bill nodded, accidentally rubbing the tip of her nose into the little light green hood hiding Amy's clit. She blushed, embarrassed, but then she remembered just what she was about to do to the girl in front of her and pulled herself back together.

“Just a bit of nipple pinching and some fingers down your pants then?” Bill nodded, understanding. “Did you know our little alien was a virgin when you bought her, Heather?”

“I did not,” Heather grinned. “But I'm certainly not disappointed. Is this her first time being licked too?”

Amy blushed, but nodded. “No one's ever kissed me down there before,” Amy admitted, excited by the thought.

“No worries,” Heather reassured her. “Bill's a master of the Aussie kiss. Show your toy just how good you are, Bill.”

Bill knew her cue when she heard it, her tongue striking out with a deft precision to dive into Amy's carefully spread folds. She could feel the redhead squirming beneath her fingers, lips, and tongue and she savored the girl's taste. Salty, with a hint of copper; not unlike her own girlfriend Heather's, once she was off her cycle. Amy certainly tasted human, and she was certainly reacting to Bill diving into her muff like a human, But Bill wasn't ready to call the case solved just yet. The black girl's tongue darted to Amy's bean, sending a shudder up and down the redhead's spine as Bill's tastebuds slowly slid over the Jewel of Amy's sex.

“Mmm... You're awfully...” Bil's speech paused as she pulled one of Amy's lower lips between her own, “sensitive down here, aren't you?” Bill inquired. “I can't imagine how that'll feel when we slice you up,” Bill admitted, trying to just make conversation, but inadvertantly voicing what was on her mind instead.

“I'm a bit scared,” Amy admitted, trembling, and not just from Bill's expert rug-munching. “But mostly? I'm looking forward to it.”

“To becoming food?” Bill asked, honestly curious.

“To all of it. I wouldn't have agreed to this if I didn't want to be snuffed,” Amy admitted.

It had been her dirty little secret for so long, the way she thought about being carved in half by a slowly approaching laser bean after watching a Bond flick, playing with herself even as she imagined herself strapped helplessly spread-eagle on a table, unable to escape her fate. Amy's dark secret had kept her from love. How could she explain to a boyfriend why the folder on her computer that was full of porn was full of drawings and comics and stories of girls being snuffed? More than half of them redheads, like her? How could she explain that imagining her own demise was the only thing that really got her motor running and ready to play? In a way, this was freeing. A chance to make her dreams, her darkest fantasies come true. A chance to give two young lovers the romantic date she'd always wished for, to be snuffed, to give up everything for a pair of strangers she didn't even know. Was it any wonder that Amy was so excited? The image of her quivering quim, sizzling on the hotplate by the sink wouldn't leave her mind, and it hadn't even happened yet!

“Have you- Ungh! thought of what you're going to do with me, … you know, after?” Amy asked out of morbidly curiosity, clearly struggling to piece two words together as Bill went to town on her fanny.

“That boot idea of yours was really sexy,” Bill admitted between licks, and Amy couldn't help but picture the almost caramel skinned girl wearing her legs as a pair of thigh high dominatrix boots. “You think your arms would make a nice pair of gloves to go with them?” Bill asked, immediately sending Amy's mind to dirty places as she pictured Bill wearing her new Amy-skin boots and gloves ... and nothing else.

“Nnnngh! Definitely!” Amy agreed.

“And I still have a use for those nips of yours,” Heather admitted, “And Bill might have been joking about mounting your head on a plaque, but I'm certainly willing to see how you go with the rest of my furniture. I'd have you stuffed in a permanent O-face.”

“God!” Amy panted under Bill's oral onslaught. “Anything else?” she practically whimpered, so close to release, but inching ever closer with each new souvenir that the couple admitted to wanting.

“Well...” Heather drawled. “I do have some plans for this area here,” Heather admitted tracing a lazy squiggle across Amy's pubic mound. “But that'll depend on what shape it's in after we're done snuffing you.”

This last tidbit of information was just too much for Amy to stand. Against her will, her quim clenched down on Bill's deft tongue, arousal and satisfaction spilling from her pussy to coat Bill's lips and fill the black girl's mouth.

“Mmmm...” Bill grinned like the cat who caught the canary. “Definitely a meat dish, and tender, too,” Bill threw out as she withdrew from her resting place between Amy's green thighs.

Bill's face was smeared with the redhead's arousal. Her mouth practically glistened in the light. But the only thought Bill gave to her appearance was a quick lick of her lips.

“Are you ready to start the dissection?” Heather asked, placing her plastic baggie full of tools on the bed next to Amy's hip.

“All that exercise worked up an appetite,” Bill admitted. “So I'm pretty eager to get started if that's okay with you two,” Bill offered.

Heather nodded, but Amy just blushed, before reaching down to spread her own petals to make them easier for the couple to access.

“That seems like a pretty firm answer to me,” Heather admitted, looking at the blushing redhead in front of her, her nipples practically turgid with arousal.

Amy nodded, her blush turning her green stained cheeks a slightly darker shade. She shivered as Bill picked a T-pin and pulled on one of her viridian outer lips.

"Well then," Heather announced with that same almost malicious half-grin. "Since you haven't done a dissection since secondary school, do you want me to walk you through it?"

"Yeah, I could use some help," Bill admitted, eyeing the assorted teasing needles and T-pins warily. "Bio was never my best subject."

"You're off to a pretty good start," Heather admitted, as she watched her darker-skinned lover pulling one of Amy's nether lips to the side and holding a T-pin at the ready. "Let's finish pinning that lip in place so we can get a better view," Heather suggested, grinning.

Amy could feel the almost aching tension in her loins as Bill tugged on her cunt lip, trembling, she did her best to brace herself for the pain she knew was about to be inflicted upon her.

Bill looked at the pin in her hand. It locked wickedly sharp, and long. Could she really use it on the trembling green-skinned redhead before her? She stared at the pin, then back at Amy. Despite her obvious uncertainty, Amy's petals were slick with arousal, and she certainly wasn't objecting to Heather's plans for her; in fact, just moments ago she was in enthusiastic agreement with them! Amy still clearly wanted to be dissected, despite some newly-discovered reluctance; so the question was, did Bill really want to dissect her?

It was a question Bill didn't think she'd be asking herself today, but here she was, and the question was now a literal matter of life and death; for the redhead laying before her anyway.

Did she want to dissect Amy? Did she want to snuff her? To eat her, her filet?

Heather certainly wanted her to. Bill had the impression that Heather had barely given a second thought to the thought to the possibility of not snuffing the vivacious redhead! But she wasn't Heather. Amy was her birthday gift. Did she want to snuff her?

Bill's eyes dragged over the supine form of the girl in front of her, her green chest heaving, her nipples bobbing along with her breath, her legs splayed, her sex spread. Amy looked incredible. She probably wasn't a real alien, but the steps she had taken to look like one were comprehensive enough that Bill couldn't really say for sure. She wanted to be snuffed, was eager for it. The redhead was absolutely fine with dissecting her, she seemed almost uncomfortably aroused by the thought of Bill and Heather eating her filet.

Honestly it was kind of hot, but it was also what was causing Bill's dilemma in the first place; if Amy didn't want to be snuffed then there would be no issue with what to do with her. But, now?

Bill's eyes traced the curve of Amy's green hips, the slick luster of her sex, She could feel the redhead's pulse racing rapidly against her fingers through the flesh of Amy's lower lip. Bill saw every millimeter of the gorgeous redhead in front of her and imagined what it would feel like to tear her apart, inch by inch, to feel her squirm beneath her fingers as she began her investigation, she imagined how her sex would taste once Heather finished frying it for them, aided by the several licks she'd just had at Amy's treasure mere moments ago. Bill could feel her own sex growing hotter by the second as she imagined what she'd do to the trembling redhead in front of her, and she made her decision.

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To Be Continued