Suicidal Hotline [m/f, f-self, suicide, hanging, shooting, some others, con]

“This is the suicide hotline, you're talking to Sarah, how can I help you?”

“Hi, this is Kelly, and um... recently I keep thinking about wanting to kill myself.”

“I see. And why is that?”

“Last year my older sister Amber di- killed herself, because of a boy I think; and I keep smiling and telling everyone else I'll be fine and move on eventually, b-but... I miss her so much! *sobbing* And what's worse, I was the one who found her after she hanged herself. And the image keeps coming back to me, she looked horrifying; her face was completely blue, her tongue drooling all over her chin, her eyes, the bloody marks of her fingernails around the noose, and she even peed herself. And from her face and her tears I could tell she must have been in such pain, and I- I should have been there for her. If not to stop her then at least to die together with her. *crying* I thought it would get better in time, but it didn't. And to-tomorrow it will have been a year to the day, so I thought... I'm sorry, I'm probably talking way too much, aren't I?”

“Not at all, dear. That's what we're here for after all, to listen to you and then help you find a way out. So, what I gathered, tomorrow is the anniversary of your sister's suicide, and because you still miss her, and are haunted by the way she looked in death, and are possibly blaming yourself for it, you're now considering killing yourself too, is that right?”

“Y-yes.”

“I see. That's a lot of issues to resolve. Have you talked about anyone else about this?”

“No. Mom died when I was two, I don't have any other siblings, dad just doesn't care about anything anymore, and none of my friends at school would understand at all.”

“So you don't really have anyone. Very well. In your case it really looks like suicide would be the easiest way.”

“Really?”

“Yes. If you're sure about this, I'll be happy to give you some advice as for how to do it.”

“Yes, that'd be great. I've been thinking about the way for a while, but I couldn't come up with anything. Dad doesn't have any guns, and I don't know about medicine either, there's no tall buildings or cliffs nearby, not even a train station, and I don't want to jump in front of someone's car on the highway and ruin their day too.”

“That's actually very considerate of you. You would not believe what kind of traffic jams and delays a suicide like that brings for hundreds of people. ...Do you have a sharp knife in your house?”

“Um... I don't think I'd be brave enough to slit my wrists and lie in a bathtub, I'd probably chicken out and ruin everything.”

“I see. On a side note, you shouldn't even cut your wrists, but down the forearm to make sure you bleed out as quickly as possible. But apart from that, do you have some kind of strong rope or cloth? A skipping rope, maybe a clothesline, or even a scarf.”

“I think I can find something like that. What for?”

“You said your sister hanged herself, right? So what better way to follow her than do the same, exactly one year later.”

“Well, b-but when I found her she looked like she really suffered, hanging sounds scary and painful.”

“It isn't, not really. The way you found your sister was mostly because of subconscious reactions of her body after she already passed out. If you do a hanging properly you'll black out within 15 or so seconds, and die within five minutes, without feeling much. Trust me, I'm a professional.”

“O-okay, I guess I'm gonna hang myself tomorrow then.”

“Great. By the way, I'm sure you have a close friend or someone you'd like to do one last favor to, right?”

“Yes. Julie, she's one grade below me, and-”

“There's no need to tell me about her right now. Do you own a webcam?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect. Then if you want to do Julie a favor by giving her a bunch of money after you die, visit our website. Near the bottom you'll find a link that allows you to use your webcam to lifestream your suicide over our site. We deduct a small amount to pay for our upkeep and such, but after that all tips and donations go to your friend one hundred percent. Most likely it will be hundreds, if not thousands of dollars if you put on a good show.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I've been working here for a while, so I know how the people watching these streams tick, do you want to hear how to get the most money out of them?”

“I'd love to.”

“Then listen up. First, you want to make sure you look as good as possible for the camera...

…

The webcam activated and the stream flickered to life, two minutes ahead of the announced time, showing a roughly 14-year old girl with straight, light brown hair falling down to her shoulders, green eyes, wearing a plain blue tank-top, sitting in front of the camera.

“U-um... hello.” She nervously spoke up after a moment. “My name is Kelly and I'm going to kill myself now to follow my sister Amber, who did the same thing exactly a year ago. And for your entertainment; any donations I might get go to my best friend Julie, because she really deserves it and because her family is in kind of a bad spot right now, so I want to help her out a little.”

She briefly paused to read the stream chat, already populated by hundreds of viewers, the messages almost too fast to follow, but one sentiment was echoed several times. “You want to see how Julie looks? Okay.” After a moment of searching on her desk she produced a framed picture she presented to the webcam; it showed a slightly younger girl with black pigtails and bright eyes, but old and worn clothes, grinning into the camera.

“She's just adorable, isn't she?” Kelly agreed with the chat “So I'm hoping for your generosity to help her out.” She stood up and slightly tilted the webcam to show a noose hanging from the ceiling in the middle of her room. “And that's why I'll do my best to put on a good show, by hanging myself to death.”

While waiting for the chat to calm down a bit, Kelly placed her chair under the noose and climbed on it to hold the noose in front of neck, then pulled at it to show it only give way very little. “See? A really short drop to make sure I last as long as possible. Is the view good like this or should change something?”

Getting back down, she checked the chat, then tilted the camera a little more and slightly increased the zoom. “There, this should be better. Is there anything else, or should I get going?”

“...I should what? Strip? Really? ...You are gonna be nice and generous then, will you?” A look at the virtual 'tip jar' at the side of the website showed the viewers were already plenty generous, so a several more affirmations from the chat Kelly acquiesced with a small sigh. “Well, okay. It's for Julie after all.”

Kelly pulled off her top and dropped the gray denim skirt she had been wearing, before slowly opening her bra and letting it fall to the floor, revealing pretty small, youthful breasts, with small, pink areolae, and finally stepped out of her panties, standing in front of the camera completely naked, covering her crotch and chest with her hands. “Th-this is embarrassing. I've n-never showed myself like this to anyone.”

With a lot of conscious effort she dropped her arms to her side, fully baring herself to the camera, then doing a slow twirl. “Here you go.” On the side of the screen she saw several donations incoming, as well as compliments from the chat. “You think I look pretty and sexy? That's so nice of you.”

“A hundred dollars if I show my pussy right to the camera?” Kelly read another comment “That's a lot of money. So, um...” Sitting on her chair, she leaned back as far as she could, raising her legs out of the way and – following instructions from the chat – holding apart her labia with her hands, Kelly presented her open pussy to the camera for a good few seconds before sitting up again, her face visibly reddened. “Th-thank you for the money. But now I really should go hang myself b-before I do anything even more embarrassing.”

“...'Finger myself'? What does that even mean?” Making sure the camera was adjusted properly, Kelly didn't wait for an answer from the chat before climbing onto the chair again and placing the noose – really just a repurposed fluffy scarf – around her neck, then waved to the camera. “This is it now, I guess.” Amber, I'm coming.

“Farewell.” Placing one foot against the backrest, Kelly kicked against the chair, knocking it over with a clattering sound. She let out a small gasp as her neck caught in the noose, the pressure increasing from slight to downright painful within seconds as her hands reflexively reached for the rope, but she forced the impulse down, and did her best to give the camera a strained smile.

However as she continued hanging, Kelly's smile quickly faded as her need for air got bigger and a painful pressure was growing in her head. Remembering something the girl from the hotline had told her yesterday about putting on a show, she kept futilely gasping for air and stopped holding back her body's reflexes, letting her arms reach for the noose or flail around and her legs kick freely, giving some clear shots of her pussy to the camera.

As her lungs started burning from lack of air and her head was pounding with every heartbeat, Kelly wondered just how long it would take for her to pass out, this most definitely had been more than 15 seconds by now, had it? But there was nothing she could do but continue her dance in the air, her movements growing more desperate with every second.

By now Kelly's vision was swimming, there was a prickling numb sensation spreading all over her body, and even the sounds of her own hacking gasps sounded muffled to her ears. But more than that, it hurt. Every single cell, every fiber of her body seemed to consist only of searing pain and she hardly noticed her tongue hanging from her mouth and drooling all over her chin.

God, this hurts so bad! Sarah had lied to her, she did not at all pass out quickly. Or had she done something wrong? Kelly had looked up hangings before, and some victims had struggled for several minutes; if they hadn't been unconscious within a few seconds... Please no.

But this seemed to exactly what was awaiting Kelly, and at this point there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't stop, she couldn't call for help, she couldn't even scream, producing only voiceless rasps and coughs. Her eyes flooding with tears, running down her face like hot streaks, Kelly tried to do something, anything to make her pain stop, but all she could do was pointlessly struggle and gasp for air, with no relief in sight. Please, just let me die!

In the end it took several more minutes of utter agony until Kelly finally faded, a stream of urine dripping down her legs, much to the amusement of the chat, and after ten more minutes a webmaster closed the stream before remotely deleting all traces of involvement from Kelly's PC, then anonymously tipping off the police.

In the end Kelly's suicide raised almost 2000 dollars for her friend Julie – and easily a hundred times that for the suicide hotline once the recording was sold on DvD.

***

“This is the suicide hotline, you're talking to Connie, how can I help you?”

“I'm Jessica, and I was wondering if I should kill myself.”

“Why is that?”

“Everyone in school keeps bullying me, and it's just too much. Especially the girls are making fun of me just because I have small breasts. They call me things like 'cutting board' and keep saying I'll never get a boyfriend. And... they're probably right. I see how the boys at school look at them, and how they look at me. So... it's just...”

“I see, I see. Have you considered any other options? Or maybe just talk to a teacher?”

“No dice. All my teachers are either incompetent or don't care. In fact during swimming lessons last week one of them joined in on a remark by the girls; asshole. And there's nothing else I can do. It's too late to start stuffing my bra now, and it wouldn't even work for PE and stuff. And I can't afford even the cheapest of implants to look just a little bigger; I'd be content with just B-cups, but even those are too expensive. So there's really no other way...”

“It looks like you're right, I can't think of anything either.”

“So...”

“So you probably should kill yourself, it's clearly the best way.”

“O-okay, thank you. Can you give me any tips what to do?”

“Well, do you have any particular method in mind?”

“I don't know. I just want it to be quick and painless.”

“Of course. Do you have access to a powerful firearm? I mean like a shotgun or something, not just a pistol.”

“No, my family doesn't own any guns.”

“So any explosives are probably no-go too, right?”

“Right.”

“Do you have any tall buildings nearby?”

“My school is actually pretty high, it's got like 6 floors.”

“Now we're on to something. And what would you think about getting a little payback on the girls that bullied you?”

“That'd be nice too.”

“Perfect. Then this is what you'll do...

…

Ducking out of class a few minutes early, Jessica had easily slipped past the teacher watching the entrance to the roof, stripped and folded her clothes into a neat pile at the edge of the roof, then just waited for the bell to announce the end of school for the day.

...There it was. Now just to wait for that bitch Krystal, she was more or less the leader of the girl posse. A few moments later the blonde came into view, as always surrounded by a mob of other, lesser, girls. Gathering all her courage, Jessica climbed onto the railing and shouted down to her.

“Hey, Krystal, you dumb bitch!” Almost all activity on the entire schoolyard paused as people looked up to her, and suddenly Jessica felt herself blush rather heavily in embarrassment. But she was not going to back down now.

“You stupid whore with your fake plastic tits always made fun of me! But I've had it! I'm proud of my small chest!” She really, really, wasn't, but on the phone Connie had told her she should say it anyways. “And I'm gonna show you what I think of you and all your little bimbos!”

This was it. Quickly before anyone could come to the roof and stop her. Jessica took two steps back for a running start, then dashed forward and leapt off the roof.

Six whole floors was a lot of way down, and time seemed to slow to a crawl as Jessica fell, her life flashing before her eyes; funny, she'd always thought this was just one of those clichés. There was nothing spectacular or outstanding, just a few nice moments and a few shitty moments; the last few months the shitty moments had been much more prevalent.

And then her little flashback was over and she was still falling. Her senses seemed to e working on overdrive, as Jessica overly distinctly felt the air brushing against her pussy, and over her small breasts, and the tugging at the back of her head that meant right now her long black hair had to be trailing after her like a huge cloud.

Opening her eyes she hadn't even noticed she had closed, Jessica could see the shocked expressions on many faces, including most of Krystal's posse, and the cold hard ground coming closer and closer and closer and pleasedonthurt

SPLAT

***

“Hello, this is the suicide hotline, Naomi speaking. We just talked to your girlfriend about her ...situation.”

“I heard, I was standing right beside her. I told her to call.”

“From her weight and measurements she gave me, I don't believe Laura is as incredibly 'fat' as she describes herself, she's hardly even overweight.”

“I know, right? And I keep telling her all that means is that there's more to love about her.”

“That means you'll agree the problem is not her weight, but her self-image.”

“Guess so.”

“And that problem is a much harder one to solve than actual obesity. Chances are even if she somehow slimmed down to a BMI of below twenty, with the body of a supermodel, she'd still find things to criticize about herself.”

“I see.”

“Worst case, once she starts a diet she'll think she's too 'skinny' and bounce right to overeating and gaining weight again. So in her particular case, it looks like suicide may well be the best option.”

“Alright. If that's what she wants, and you think it's the best alternative.”

“I do. Laura is lucky to have such a supportive boyfriend. ...In fact, you should probably do your best to assist her in her suicide. You don't want her to die all alone after all, right?”

“Of course I'll help her.”

“Perfect. And what do you think of making some cash along the way? Given her issues, I don't think you can talk Laura in killing herself live on a webstream, right?”

“Probably not.”

“But how about a recording? If you own any sort of video camera we're always willing to buy amateur clips for a good price.”

“I think I can do that.”

“Excellent. On our website you'll find how to contact us, as well as a cheap cleaning service if you need it. Now, would you mind putting me on speaker so I can talk to Laura too and help you find the best method...

…

“Babe, are you sure the camera is necessary?” The chubby dirty blonde, almost brunette girl leaned right towards the lens of the camcorder facing towards their bed.

“Well, not necessarily necessary,” Her boyfriend, who was deliberately keeping his head out of frame, answered “But when you're gone I'll need something to remember you.”

“You're gonna whack off to that, aren't you?”

“...I will neither confirm nor deny that statement.”

“Perv.” With a small laugh the naked girl poked her boyfriend's bare chest, then reached into his boxers to pull out his dick and only had to stroke it for a few seconds until it got completely hard. She opened her mouth and started sucking it, easily taking the dick all the way to the back of her throat.

“...Easy there, babe.” He stopped her with a groan after a short while. “You know I love how you do that, but don't make me cum just yet.”

“Right.” Laura stopped sucking him and instead laid onto the bed on her back, lifting her legs out of the way to briefly show her pussy right to the camera, before her boyfriend stepped into view, still only showing the back of his head to the camera as he started eating her out.

It took but a few seconds of teasing her clit and labia with his tongue, and pushing a single finger deep into her pussy, before Laura started panting, and shortly after moaning loudly, her face a little red and her nipples clearly erect. However as her voice kept rising in pitch, much too soon he pulled back again. “We don't want you finishing early either, do we? Now come on, like we talked about.”

While her boyfriend picked up the camera and moved it to another position slightly closer and to the side of the bed, Laura got up and turned around, getting on her hands and knees, facing towards the camera, and her huge tits swaying and bouncing with every little movement.

“Ready, babe?” Her boyfriend knelt on the bed right behind Laura “I'm gonna put it in now.”

“Yeah, g-” Laura let out a loud moan as he entered her pussy for the first time. Drawing in a sharp breath she took a moment to compose herself. “I-it's pretty big...”

“It's gonna be fine, just do your best to relax. You did say you didn't want to die a virgin.”

“Y-yeah.” Calming her breath, Laura slowly started moving her hips back and forth, and after a few moments her boyfriend joined in too, gently fucking her pussy. His dick inside her felt big and unfamiliar and just a little painful, but also really good; especially once he reached under her with one hand to start rubbing her clit as well.

Laura's breath was quickly picking up as their movements gradually intensified, and within minutes she could feel her orgasm approaching, but before she got all the way, her boyfriend slowed down and pulled out his dick.

“...Babe, do we really have to do this?”

“That was my one condition, consider what you're asking of me. And besides, this morning you seemed quite enticed by the idea of taking it in the ass.”

“W-well, okay. Please be gentle.”

“I'll try.” Dripping some spit on Laura's asshole, her boyfriend spread it all over and even pushed a finger inside, before placing his dick against it, and carefully pushing it inside her ass bit by bit. Even though he was being as gentle as he could, Laura still clenched her teeth and felt a small tear form in the corner of her eye as a half-moan half-scream escaped her lips. “Ow. Th-this hurts.”

“You'll be fine.” Once more he started rubbing her pussy with one hand, pushing two fingers inside her, then very carefully started moving again, and Laura gasped in both pain and pleasure. “Wow, you're so tight back there. This feels great.”

Even though it was also pretty painful, Laura soon was approaching her climax once more, her gasps turning to drawn-out moans. “Sounds like you're gonna come soon. And once you do, I'll slit your throat so it's gonna be the last thing you ever feel.”

“Th-thanks, babe. Love you.” Laura let out another moan as he pushed into her especially deep, and only moments later she was teetering on the edge, before giving way to her pleasure, loudly voicing her orgasm – only to suddenly be cut off by a sharp, cold feeling running over her neck as her voice died down to a voiceless rattle.

Her throat was cut open side-to-side, splashing blood on her hands and her breasts and everywhere as her body still continued its orgasm. Laura's mind torn between these contradictory sensations, her ass and pussy clenched in her death throes, and she could hear her boyfriend groan as he came too, shooting his hot load right into her ass.

Still in limbo between pain and pleasure, it took but seconds for Laura to bleed out, the feeling of her boyfriend cumming in her ass the last thing she felt before she slumped over into the puddle of her own blood, her eyes blank and empty.

“Thanks, babe.” After her last twitches completely died down, her boyfriend pulled out of her ass, dripping a little cum on her pussy. “That was probaby the best sex I'll ever have.” Now, for that cleaning service Naomi mentioned.

***

“Hey, this is Ashley, you've dialed the suicide hotline.”

“Konnichi wa, Yuki desu.”

“Excuse me?”

“Right, sorry. I'm Yuki. I called here because I'm getting bullied in school, and people keep calling me 'weaboo' and telling me to kill myself.”

“Is there any reason for that?”

“I think it's because of my style. I just really like Nihon culture, which is why I chose this name too. My old name was Lucia.”

“Right.”

“Or maybe it's because they're jealous of me because I'm so kawaii.”

“...Just kill yourself.”

“Um, really?”

Yes. Think about it this way: You're not gonna change your style, are you?”

“No way. If anything, once I have the money I'll get some surgery done to look even cuter.”

“Then the bullying is not gonna stop either. So there really is no way out.”

“You do have a point there.”

“Of course I do. How about you disembowel yourself, that would be very appropriate, wouldn't it?”

“Not really, in fact. Seppukku was reserved for Samurai, and, sadly, I'm no warrior. And I couldn't find anyone to be my second anyways.”

“Then what method would you suggest?”

“Well, this may sound a little strange, but I've had an odd fascination with people drowning for a while now. I don't know where I got it, but sometimes I would even dream of myself drowning, only to wake up as soon as I run out of breath.”

“So you want to drown yourself, is that it?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, I'll walk you through what you need. How far is the closest deep lake or river to you...

...

Yuki arrived at the bridge she had chosen just after midnight; the odds of being seen were pretty low anyways, but best be certain. Climbing down the embankment, under the bridge she completely stripped, placing her clothes in a folded pile with her shoes right behind them as was custom.

She had taken the heaviest pair of her dads dumbbells, fatso hadn't used them in the last ten years anyways. Tape likely wouldn't hold underwater for any length of time, and she wasn't sure how well she could tie a secure knot, so cable ties would have to do. Fastening one weight each around her ankles, the latina double-checked the ties, before taking one final breath and stepping off the edge into the river.

The water was colder than she'd expected and almost made Yuki gasp in surprise, but she barely managed to hold her breath. As an artificial canal, it sunk to its full depth immediately at the edge, which was certainly convenient, and after sinking for a handful seconds, Yuki felt her feet hit the ground as the pressure made her ears pop a little.

The water was pretty murky, so in the dead of night Yuki couldn't even see her own hand in front of her eyes. Except for her feet tying her to the ground it would have felt like she was weightlessly floating in the cold darkness, her hair lazily drifting around her.

After several seconds Yuki felt like there was a pressure building inside her lungs, clearly the lack of air, but she always had been pretty good at holding her breath, so she knew her body would last a while longer.

The pressure kept growing, slowly turning into pain, as even in the darkness colorful black spots started blooming in Yuki's vision. She really wanted to breathe, but her body wouldn't let her. Instead her instincts took over and she started to struggle against the restraints holding her feet to the ground, but all she achieved was the plastic painfully digging into her skin. Heedless, she continued trying to break free, her hands clasped around her throat as she stretched towards the surface forever out of her reach.

Finally the pain was too big and Yuki's need for air trumped her body's preservation instincts and she gasped for breath, a huge stream of bubbles escaping her mouth before she tried to breathe in again – and only found water filling her lungs. Coughing, she tried to get the water out, but if anything achieved the opposite before her throat cramped up, completely locking her airway.

Now the pain of the water inside her lungs adding to the lack of breath, Yuki's struggles yet intensified, and she started wildly bucking and thrashing her arms, pointlessly trying to break free even as she felt her body slowly go numb.

Instead, after multiple more minutes of suffering, the darkness and cold that had been creeping over her consciousness finally took hold and Yuki faded into nothing

***

“Um, hello? Is this the suicide hotline? My name is Annabelle, and I-”

“You should kill yourself.”

“Um, I thought this was where you tell me everything's not so bad and I shouldn't do it or something.”

“Oh no, you're looking for the suicide prevention hotline, there. They're there to give you comforting lies and cookie-cutter encouragement and false sympathy. We're here be honest with you and tell you the truth, even if you may not like it.”

“But aren't you at least gonna listen to my problems?”

“Not really. It doesn't even make a difference. Want to hear a very important realization?”

“What is it?”

“In the end, nothing matters. Our earth is a tiny speck of dust floating around an insignificant little star on the outer edge of a small insignificant galaxy among billions.”

“Oh, wow. That's kinda bleak.”

“It's the truth. And what's more, what do you think how many humans ever lived on earth? ...Over 100 billion. And how many of these made a huge difference, shaped history? ...A few thousand. Ten thousand at best. So if any one human would kill themselves right now, the odds are ten million to one that it won't make any difference. At all.”

“That's an awfully nihilistic way of putting it.”

“I'm just being realistic. We're all going to die without ever having mattered anyways. If all of humanity just died, nothing would change. The earth would still run its course, only to be devoured by the sun in five billion years. Matter of fact, I think it would even be beneficial, all we humans do is destroy the planet and hunt animals into extinction just because we can. The planet would be much better off if humanity just collectively killed itself.”

“If that's what you think, then why haven't you killed yourself yet?”

“Oh, I will, in time. And depending on how many more I manage to take with me, I might even make it onto the news. But as long as I can help others see things how they really are, I'll hold it off for just a little longer. Though in relation to the 14 billion years our universe already existed, even a thousand lifetimes are but a fleeting moment.”

“...You might have a point with all this.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I got carried away about the meaninglessness of existence and the futility of life again. What did you say was your problem?”

“Well, I like playing video games, and streaming online, and I keep getting trolled and bullied by others online, and they tell me to kill myself, just because they're mad they got beaten by a girl. But after what you just told me, I don't feel like it even matters. I'm gonna die eventually anyways, so why wait?”

“An excellent answer. I'll be happy to give you some advice.”

“Great, thanks.”

“For starters, are there any guns in your house?”

“Yes, my mom got a handgun after almost being mugged that one time. I know the combination to the safe.”

“Well, that's perfect. You said you were a streamer, right? How would you like streaming your suicide too? Thaw way you could show all those people who bullied you, and maybe even make them realize their life is pointless anyways.”

“Sure thing.”

“You'll understand you have to use our website for the initial stream. But once you are done, we'll make sure to upload it to twitch, youtube or whatever site you normally use.”

“Got it.”

“Then you should visit our website, and look for this link...

...

“He~ey, beautiful people!” The lean brunette with gray eyes cheerfully waved into the camera. “This is Annabelle, or as some may know me Queen Annie. And today I'm here for you with a very special show.”

“So, on like every video I post, every stream, every twitter or whatever I do, I always get trolls and haters telling me to kill myself. Well, guess what? I'm gonna do just that right now. But that's not because any of you were right, you're still just salty losers who need to take this less seriously. However someone recently helped me realize how life – and that means anyone's life – is completely pointless and meaningless. And I'm gonna die eventually anyways, so there's no reason not to do it now and on my own terms.”

She picked up a sheet of paper from her desk. “Also I've prepared some notes to help you set things into perspective so you can see just how insignificant one life – and even all of humanity – really is. Half of you probably think earth is like the center of the universe, after all, you're living on it, right? Well, think again. Earth is just one tiny mote of dust floating around one small insignificant yellow star...

...

“And with all that said, it doesn't make any real difference if I blow my brains out today, maybe get run over by a truck tomorrow, or croak of old age in like 70 years. Which is why I'll do it right now, so you all can watch. And if any of this opened your eyes just a little, let's see if we can get his hype train going and hit a thousand comments or video replies of you doing the same. There'll be a link on the screen right now and in the description to a website that is gonna help you with the recording if you want to; use the code 'QueenAnnie2016' for a nice little bonus.”

“Now that all the talking's out of the way, what do you say we get started?” Annabelle got up and pushed her chair to the side, then slowly over the next few minutes took off all of her clothes, performing a nice little striptease for the stream, baring first her somewhat small, but very firm and well-shaped breasts, then her shaved pussy, before moving the camera to the foot of her bed as she lied down on it, bringing with her a bulky-looking handgun. “As you may have already guessed, by the end of this I'm gonna shoot myself, but before that, I figured why not put on one final show for my faithful viewers. So enjoy.”

With that, Annabelle spread her legs to give a clear view of her pussy to the camera, then rubbed the barrel of the gun over it – and flinched. “Sorry, it's kinda cold. ...But I know just the thing.”

Annabelle took the barrel into her mouth and, careful to keep her finger well off the trigger, started moving it back and forth a little, suggestively playing around it with her lips and tongue, at one point even pushing it as far into her throat as she could, almost making her gag, until after a few minutes the metal was nice and warmed up.

Rubbing the front part of the sights right over her clit for a moment, Annabelle brought the gun back to her pussy, parting her labia with the muzzle before pushing the barrel inside her. Slick with her saliva and warmed up, it easily slid in, and even though the metal still felt hard and bulky, it also filled her quite well. Starting to moan lightly, she began fucking herself with the gun first slowly, but quickly picking up speed, shoving it in as far as it could.

After a few minutes Annabelle paused, pulling the gun out of her and smiling to the camera, panting heavily and her face flush in arousal “I'm gonna come soon, but before that, let's make things a little more interesting, shall we? After all I wanna go out with a 'bang'.”

Giggling at her pun, she took a hot pink dildo from her bed, and after similarly licking and throating it to lube it up, she shifted her position, placing the dildo upright on her bed and pushing the tip against her asshole as she raised her hips, then carefully lowered herself onto it until it was inside her all the way up to the base.

“There... we go...” Wincing and drawing in a sharp breath, she laid back down as she pushed the barrel of the gun inside her pussy again. “This is so hot, now it's like I'm being fucked by two cocks at once.” One hand gently rocking the dildo, the other resumed masturbating with the gun, Annabelle's moans kept growing in intensity, until much to soon she paused again.

“So far, I bet you've seen all this countless times by every little camwhore, so now it's time for the special touch.” Pulling out the gun once more, she briefly rubbed it over her chest as if giving a titfuck, but then turned it to point at her left breast from the side and, visibly tensing, pulled the trigger. BANG! The bullet went straight through her breast and Annabelle let out a pained whimper as both wounds immediately started bleeding.

She quickly pressed the gun against her left arm, just below the elbow and fired again, the grazing shot gouging a huge red line into her flesh, and while she managed to hold back a cry of pain, Annabelle's eyes teared up nonetheless. Gritting her teeth she smiled at the camera as the barrel of the gun entered her pussy once again. “S-see? That's not something you get every day.”

Doing her best to push aside the pain in her breast and arm, she continued masturbating, her moans intermixed with a much more pained sound, yet within minutes she felt her orgasm coming, and soon followed through, the pleasure washing over her making the pain all but forgotten, as she moaned, if not shrieked in pleasure for several seconds, what may have been the best orgasm ever flooding over her.

As she felt her pleasure begin to ebb, Annabelle quickly forced herself to focus and pull the trigger again, her moans of lust replaced by those of utter agony as a huge, searing red pain seemed to bloom inside her. After over a minute of only panting and waiting for the pain to subside just a little, she managed to pull the gun out of her now ruined pussy, along with a huge gush of blood.

“F-fuck... this hurts.” Her voice was about to crack and her smile wavered, but Annabelle did her best to keep up appearances even as she pointed the gun at herself, shooting into her belly three times and into her chest twice, one bullet going straight into the sternum, the other entering her right breast, before leveling the weapon at the side of her head.

“Now that we're about... done, think of h-how pointless life is anyways, and perhaps I'll see you on the other side.” Waving to the camera with her free hand, she gave her trademark goodbye one final time. “This is Queen Annie, signing off.”

BANG