“Hello to all our viewers! Welcome to the Sailor Scouts Snuff Show! In every episode, we look at a request by you, our audience, and if we decide to go for it, well, you'll still have to pay!” The voice of Sailor Moon came over the moving sign advertising their services.

On the program, the five scouts stood relaxed in a line. “Now is the time to give our thanks to our previous patron! We've received a lot of orders for the video, so that's great! Thank you all who enjoy our wonderful productions!”

From left to right, the five were lined up in order of the position of their name sakes astronomically. Mercury, Venus, Moon, Mars, Jupiter. The five Sailor Snuff Scouts! In a row, their white leotards were adorned with the bow ties and frilly skirts of their uniforms. Blue, yellow, gold, red and green.

“Allow me to present to you, our next request.” Moon announced as she retrieved the folded paper from under her leotard. “Here we go!”

She flipped open the paper with a flourish and read it over quickly. There wasn't a lot to read. “Patron A makes this request of us! Mars: My only son has recently come of age, but is not yet a man. I would commission you -” she paused to look into the camera “Commission? Really? Who says that?”

“Just finish it!” Mars demanded, knowing she was up.

“Right... commission you to teach him the ways of manhood for the duration of up to a single weekend upon which he will kill you in the method of your choosing as part reward for your services rendered.”

“So... the only difference between me and a prostitute would be I'm magical and I get killed at the end. Why isn't this Venus' request again?” Mars rolled her eyes.

“Because I object to that sort of thing? And besides, I've complained about this before!” Venus objected form the other side of Moon. “And come on! Look at it! The Patron isn't specific about how you get killed! Or when!” She waved her hands in the air. “Just think of the possibilities!”

“The possibilities that involve a young man who has spent the past couple days getting to know me in every sense possible,” Mars shook her head. “It would either have to be extremely intimate, or something so outlandish as to separate my death from the woman who was his pleasure slave for a couple days.”

“You also haven't been laid in weeks,” Jupiter spoke up with a slight grin. “Are you sure you'll be able to keep your heat in check long enough to teach the boy anything, or are you just going to use him as a fuck toy?”

“HEY!” Mars yelled, angry. “I'll be his fuck toy! I'll do it! But I don't want to hear any complaining from you the next time!”

“And there you have it! One sexual snuff slave for.. up to 48 hours! Lots of sex, a single snuff, and it seems like our Patron would like to have their son protected, so no secondary videos!” She swept her hands across the bottom of the screen, where post-production would add in the final value. “Now remember, payment is due within 48 hours, or we move on to the next client!”

* * *

Mars waited patiently for the young man to arrive in his bedroom. She had arrived earlier, and was escorted here by her Patron where it was explained to her that once her entered, the door would be locked behind him, and they would be stuck in his private quarters for the duration of the weekend. There was food and drink in the small fridge disguised as a cupboard, and an attached bathroom.

Once inside, she stripped out of her uniform, carefully burning the magic cloth to ash in the bathroom sink. This was to prevent the man from ordering her to put her clothes back on, as it seemed, thanks to a comment from her Patron, that he wasn't completely aware of the events of this weekend.

It would be a fine line between seduction and outright rape, and Mars knew she was one of the good guys. Thankfully, the Snuff Show ran in a fine legal grey area, and even better than that, the magics of the transformation made it impossible for anyone to recognize them in their other persona without serious effort. They could vanish into the general population while the heat died down.

Although to be honest with herself, she expected Venus to be the one who would go overboard. Girl had issues.

She crawled onto the bed, leaving her raised heels on. The brilliant crimson would be a nice contrast to her black hair, and besides, they were extremely durable. Arranging her long hair, she reposed on the bed and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Maybe she shouldn't have shown up this early. Or maybe his supper was taking too long. Friday night to Sunday night could be a while. She shouldn't get herself into a frenzy just yet.

She heard the door latch move, and took a moment to rearrange herself properly for display. Laying on her side, legs crossed, head resting on one arm, she was ready. The door opened, and a young man entered with his back to her, saying his good-nights to the person on the other side. He closed the door, and Mars hid her smile as she heard the faint sounds of the door being secured from the outside.

He turned around, removing his shirt when he spotted Mars on the bed. “Hello,” she said. “Surprise?”

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” His reaction was quite reasonable upon finding a naked (well, except for the shoes) woman in his bed.

“I'm Mars,” she introduced herself as she leveraged herself upright, letting him get a good look at her. “I'm yours for the weekend.”

“What?” He turned to try and open the door, but found it locked. He pointed on it, trying to get someones attention, but if there was anyone on the other side, they ignored him.

Mars waited for him to stop fighting with the secured door before speaking again, trying to sooth him down. It wasn't the first time she had to deal with someone who wasn't in on the event in question. Moon would have already had his pants off by now, such was her charisma when she applied it, and so would Venus, but without saying a word.

“We're both locked in here for the weekend.” She explained. “Neither of us can leave until Sunday evening.” She swung her legs off the bed and stood up, letting her hair fall behind her to frame her elegant body. “Let me guess, you had no idea?”

“No!” He said, looking at Mars warily. “You're really her, right? Not someone dressed up as that girl on the show?”

Mars confirmed her identity with a summoned ball of fire in her hand, which she extinguished with a snap of the wrist. “Yes, I am. I take it you're a fan?”

“I've seen one or two...” the young man turned away from her to at least try and pretend to maintain her modesty. “Why are you here?”

“Well, we got a request for me to spend the weekend here,” she said, taking in the room. Her arm movement was enough to catch his eye, which flickered to her before returning to something more neutral. “The payment has been received, so I can't back out now.”

“Payment for what?” He struggled to recall what he knew about the show. Not much, except that it was perhaps the most explicit webshow out there, where nothing was held back. “Are we on camera?” He looked around his room with worry, seeking the hidden recording devices that had to be there.

“No. No cameras,” Mars said as she stepped closer to him, her heels clicking slightly on the floor. “Private show, for your eyes only. As for the nature of the show, well, I'm here to make you a man, many times over. And when we're done, you get to off me!”

“What?” Once again, the truth was a shock to the poor guy.

“Sex. Snuff. That sort of thing.” Mars came within an arm length of him, but didn't reach out. Not yet. “I'm told I'll be your first,” she said very quietly.

“What if I say no?”

Mars shook her head. “If you really were going to do that, your parents would not have gone through all this trouble. You must want this.” She put one finger to her lip, pouting a little. His eyes flickered over her again.

“This has got to be a dream” he said soflty.

“Of course it is!” Mars exclaimed. “A full weekend with a beautiful woman who will service all your carnal desires while teaching you so much! It is heaven!”

“That's... not what I was expecting.”

Mars came a half step closer. Much more and she would be able to brush against him. And she was definitely close enough for him to notice her, no matter what. “No? You've never dreamed of something like this?”

He turned away, embarrassed, and Mars knew she had hit something on the head. The awkward shuffle was enough to tell her that his body was reacting to her presence the way she wanted, even if his mind had yet to catch up. She leaned over to whisper seductively into his ear. “A nude woman, with no complaints. No desires except yours. You want me, I can tell.”

“So what if I do?”

“Then you can reward yourself all you want,” Mars whispered some more. “I am yours to command, as long as it's sexual. Or perhaps you would like me to take the lead? I would command you?” She reached out with one arm to go past his head and against the wall. He looked her in the eyes, then looked down, then up again. “Just say the word.”

He finally gave up. This wasn't possible. And if it wasn't possible, then it wasn't real. And if it wasn't real, then he wasn't responsible either. He reached down and opened his pants, pulling down his underwear in the second motion.

Taking the hint, Mars kneeled down as he turned his hips toward her. She caught his dick in one hand, gently massaging it as she worked to pull down his pants all the way with the other. No words came from her as she opened her mouth wide, and began to take the long tube of flesh into her mouth. With her lips and tongue, she massaged it, drawing more blood into it, throbbing in her grasp.

He came with the second lick, filling her mouth with his semen. A muffled “Ah!” escaped his lips as she swallowed, sucking the penis of the excess fluid in the process.

“Feeling better?” she said, licking her lips and standing up. She put one hand on his shoulder, and one hand on his chest. Pulling him close, he didn't resist as she kissed him on the lips. “There, that wasn't so bad. And to think, we have so much more to do!”

Mars wasn't worried about his instant response to her blow job. He had time to drive up his pressure before hand, and it was obvious he had no experience, let alone practice.

The young man nodded. “What do you want to do now?”

“Strip,” she commanded as she started to unbutton his shirt. “Neither of us will need clothes this weekend.”

He fumbled a little bit in helping her, his body still shaking from their contact. As close as they were, he couldn't help but brush her skin as they moved, which elicited a casual acceptance from Mars. “Don't worry. You can touch me anywhere you want, as much as you want.” With his shirt open, but not off, she took one of his hands in hers and placed it over her left breast, squeezing gently.

His hand went with hers, pushing into her flesh. She grinned as he stared at her, then up to her face. “How about this,” she said as she let go of his hand, then raised her own above her head, clasping them together as far up as she could stretch. “Touch me, hold me.” She invited him to take advantage of her as his hand reflexively squeezed and released her breast before resuming pressure

With his other hand, he felt up her other tit at the same time. With both hands occupied with her chest, his fondling started to cause Mars to start panting, even as she tried to control herself. It wouldn't do her any good to take charge, pick him up, throw him into bed and mount him like a flag pole.

No, she would rather that he pick her up, throw her onto the bed, then mount her with his flagpole.

“Again,” he said, stepping back from her to display his erection. Had it really been that long, or was he just that eager.

“You want this?” Mars asked, pointing at her mouth. “Or this?” She lowered one hand to reach between her legs and gently pull open her pussy.

He stalled with indecision before his little brain made up his mind. He advanced on her, reaching out for her hand to guide her to the bed.

“Lay down,” she said as she pushed him gently onto the sheets. He did, knees hanging over the edge, feet touching the floor. It was easy enough for her to climb up on top of him to set her hips over his. With his head tilted forward to watch, she spread her legs as much as she could, her right hand between her legs, and her left holding his dick to guide him in. “Ready?”

“Yes!”

She set the head of his manhood into her, and let the skin contract around it. Without any further words, she rolled her hips down, forcing penetration as far as he could go. Gasping at the sensations burning in her, she barely noticed that he had enough control over himself to not immediately cum.

After a moment to meet his eyes and smile, she rolled her hips back and forth again, eliciting another wave of personal pleasure, him hardening even more inside her.

The third wave was enough for him to lose control, and he throbbed inside her as she let him release his load. She wasn't worried about getting pregnant in the least, the better to enjoy everything. “Ah...” She moaned as she stayed in position.

“Are you hurt?” He asked. “You're bleeding.”

Mars looked down and saw a little bit of blood coming out of her. “Oh? That? Not a problem. Every time I die and get resurrected, it's with a new body. So, congratulations! You've taken my virginity!” She leaned forward, letting her hair flow down around her. “And you get all my experience in the process.” She kissed him on the chest as he huffed to control his breathing.

“Now, what shall we do?” She asked, lifting herself off him, then back down to rest on his chest.

“Now,” he said. “I think we take a shower.”

“Sure thing,” she agreed. “Just let me take off my shoes first.”

Rolling off him, Mars leaned down off the bed to kick off her ruby heels before standing upright. The young man followed, and she stayed within reach if he wanted to use his hands some more. He didn't, instead leading her into his private bathroom where she had incinerated her clothes earlier. They climbed into the western style shower stall, which also doubled as a bath, and he turned on the water. After a moment, they found a temperature they both agreed with and he offered her some soap.

“Want some help washing?” he asked innocently before he realized that Mars would refuse to take anything innocent. She raised her arms up to touch the railing that held the curtain and the tiled wall opposite. He started to lather up his hands and then began to wash.

Starting with her neck, he took care to actually clean off her body, more that just take the opportunity to put his hands on and in all her most sensitive areas. With careful consideration, he rubbed her arms, standing right up against her in the process. Mars thrust her chest forward just a little to make sure the contact was continuous as he finished with her upper limbs and started to work down.

First was her collar, and she obliged by raising her chin. Then he re-soaped his hands and worked on her breasts. With some force, he rubbed them all over, top and bottom, front and side. As he did, he kept an eye on Mars' face, watching her reactions. Long past the point of cleanliness, he kept at it until her face started to turn red and she wasn't paying attention to him. He may not have any real experience with these things, but he knew the value of stopping when he was ahead.

“You've got good hands,” she said as he started on her abs. “Or maybe it's just me?”

“It's me,” he said to take the credit. “I suppose this means I'll have to watch your show more often?”

“Perhaps,” Mars replied. “Not like you're going to see this on the little screen.”

“Oh? And what shows would you recommend?”

Mars looked down at him, the water running through her hair and plastering to her back. A disadvantage to having so much of it. “Oh? Are you tired of me already that you want more?”

“No!” He objected as he finished with her stomach. On his knees, he came face to face with her womanhood. “Here, let me demonstrate.” Without any further warning, he grabbed her hips and pulled his face into her private treasure. Planting his lips against hers, he started to kiss and lick it, sticking his tongue into the same folds she had opened for him before.

At the unexpected advance, Mars dropped her hands to hold onto his head. “Higher!” she commanded, and he obliged her, tilting his head back slightly to reach a bit more of her flesh.

Still flush from his work on her tits, Mars was already close to a proper orgasm. So far she had caused him to cum several time, but not once had she had her proper release. And here he was, taking the opportunity to give her what she had missed in doing what she had been hired to do.

A single lick was all it took to take her from groaning deep in her throat at the contact to screaming as her body shuddered with her first real loss of control. She leaned over the man, putting her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.

“That... was... good,” she admitted as the shower washed soap off her. He pulled his face back, letting the water between them rinse of his face of her own juices. “Do I get to wash you too?”

He grinned, and handed her the soap.

* * *

The two of them slipped into the bed from the opposite sides. The lights were down and in the faint light from outside, the two were little more than silhouettes to each other. Mars took the left side of the bed, while the young man took the right. There was enough room for one person on the bed with a little bit of extra room. With two, it was a recipe for constant contact.

In the darkness, Mars slid away from her edge, and closer to him. “Very tight,” she whispered so as to not disturb the night. “You want the top or the bottom?” She suggested a way to pass the time until they were tired, though she would last longer than him.

“Neither,” he said just as quietly. “If you don't mind, I would just like to... cuddle.”

Mars almost blushed. “Really? You can do anything you want with me, and it's just a hug?”

“Well,” the young man said. “It's that and be well rested in the morning for more fun and debauchery, or do more now when I can barely see what I'm doing. Or you, for that matter.”

It was a problem with such long black hair, she found. “Very well.” She turned her back to him and backed up, allowing him to wrap his arms around her. As he did, she adjusted one to cover her bosom, while the other slid down to her stomach. Soon, he was sleeping deeply against her, and she drifted off herself.

* * *

Mars woke first, a side effect of being still transformed. She took a moment to place her surroundings before slipping out of the man's grasp and out of the bed entirely. She quickly went to wash up before returning to the bedroom where, in the morning light, she could see him laying flat on his back, gently snoring.

She debated waking him in that manner as a glance at the clock showed that he hadn't had a full eight hours sleep yet. With that in mind, she lifted up the covers and slipped back under the covers. Even if he couldn't enjoy it, she could still take advantage of his position to wrap herself around him, one arm over his chest, her leg crossed over his, and her chest settling against his.

In that position, she waited for him to wake. Until then, she kept herself occupied by watching the dawning light and tracing figures on his chest with her finger. And thinking about how he should kill her. They still had some time, though. Plenty to decide on a method for her demise.

Although, now that she thought about it, wouldn't it be better if it was a surprise instead? She could use the anticipation to her advantage. But as she considered the options, she was confronted by the possibility that the man she lay against was still thinking of her for her sex. That they would peacefully go their own ways after they were done.

Convincing him to kill her would be a chore. Unless she wanted to commit suicide, but that wasn't her style at all. She much preferred her customers taking her life into their hands.

Maybe she could find a sharp knife, and cut open her chest so he could squeeze her heart? That was fun, and it would be quite personal... Except her ribcage would get in the way, and she was quite certain he didn't have any power tools nearby.

* * *

He awoke to comfort and discomfort. The latter was usual for him waking up in the morning, a quick trip to the bathroom was needed. The former was not as usual, given that there was a woman wrapped around him. “Awake?” Mars asked, skipping the 'finally' in the process.

“Yes,” he replied, becoming very awake, very quickly. “Um, can you let me go?”

“Why?” she purred as she pulled herself closer.

“Because I really need to go.”

That was all the explanation that was needed and Mars released her grip on him. He quickly got out of bed, hurried over to the bathroom, shut the door, and emerged a couple moments later with a flushed toilet and clean hands.

“Good,” Mars said as she stayed under the covers. “I don't do that sort of thing.” She made a disgusted face. “Coming back?”

“Actually,” he yawned a little, “I was hoping for some food.”

“Breakfast would be nice,” Mars agreed. “But we are kind of locked in here.”

“I'm sure you can break out,” he pointed out.

“I could, but where's the fun in that?” Mars dismissed the idea. “There should be something to eat in the mini-fridge.”

“You want anything?”

“No, I'm good.” Mars stated, watching him walk around as naked as she was. After he pulled an apple and some water out from the mini-fridge, he returned to the bed.

“So, a whole day of sex.” It wasn't a question, but a statement.

“Yes,” Mars agreed as she reached up with one hand to run over his chest. “I won't mind if you want to take a break or two in the meanwhile.”

His response was to place the apple to one side, then clamber back onto the bed, Mars allowing him to pin her down. “So, how does this go?” he asked as he pulled back his hands from her shoulders and down onto her chest. She grinned as they found a home on her tits, spreading her legs out in invitation.

“However you want it too.”

* * *

Mars reflected that he was getting better. So at least that part of the contract was fulfilled. He was laying on her chest, recovering from his latest bout with her womanhood when she raised the question.

“So, though about how you're going to kill me?”

He looked up at her. “I thought that was already arranged?”

“No,” Mars said. “We get to decide that, and you snuff me.”

“Oh. Well, how would you like to go?”

That wasn't what she was expecting at all. After his hesitance with the carnal pleasures, to find he was more comfortable with the snuff pleasures?

She mentally shrugged. It wasn't her decision to make. “I was thinking that there wasn't much to use around here,” she observed as he watched her carefully, “so you'll have to do it... personally?”

“What do you mean by that?”

She responded by reaching down and taking his hands into her and pulling them slowly up her body, tracing along her hips to her waist and further up past her stomach. He approved of this and swung around to slide over her chest as she dragged him further up.

Stopping at her neck, she leaned her head back and pressed his fingers into the sides of her throat. “This,” she said through a blushing face. “You have sex with me while choking me to death.”

“That's a thing?” he seemed surprised.

“What? You think that a woman's reaction to a good fuck is called 'The Little Death' for nothing?” She released his hands and wrapped hers around his back. “Want to practice?”

He considered this, but in the end, his own body determined his actions. The rise he got out of the imagination of conquering Mars was evident enough on his face that Mars decided to help him along. She moved her hands down his back and to his hips to pull him up further her own chest. With plenty of immediate experience, he was able to quickly penetrate her.

Mars offered up her throat again, and the young man took it in his hands, feeling with the tips of his fingers where the throat gave way to the blood vessels that ran up to her head. Finding what he wanted, he timed one of his thrusts with the escalation of pressure on her neck.

She choked out a gasp, a wicked smile on her face as she rolled her hips with his. Even as she felt the first burning sensations in her cheeks, she did nothing to dissuade him from doing what he wanted with her to enjoy himself.

He squeezed tightly, pinching off the veins, and putting pressure on her windpipe. Her response was aggressive in its sexuality as she pulled up her legs to pin him in place at the same time she released one of her hands to massage her breasts. With every rush into her womanhood, Mars found herself wondering – as much as she could think – why she didn't do this more often, she didn't know.

But when her lung started to object, she knew it was time for her to recover, so she tried tapping him on the back.

He ignored the signal as he kept his grip on her and his lust unsaturated. Mars tried to think of what to do, but two things were in her head. First was that there was nothing stopping him from killing her before the end of the weekend, and second was that for all his lack of skill, he was /really/ energetic where it counted.

And right now that last point was really winning out as well, so she forced her hand away from his back and gripped the bed tightly instead. If he got carried away, no fault of hers, really!

Of course, in the time she managed to get that straight, her vision was starting to grow fuzzy, and the energetic waves rolling through her seemed more dull. And no matter how she tried, there was no denying her body and the release it sought. She felt her loins explode with pleasure, even as the man refused to stop for anything.

It was getting hard for Mars to concentrate on anything now, as the pain in her neck and the refusal of her body to do anything other than respond to physical input prevented her from thinking straight. Not that she minded.

The young man watched as the life slowly drained from the eyes of the woman beneath him. She buckled with a strength that surprised him, but it was obvious she wasn't able to do much without leverage. Under his fingers, her pulse frittered away as her face stayed blue and her eyes turned upwards in their sockets.

He stayed like that for another minute or two, he wasn't sure before he was certain that the bitch under him was well and truly dead. Though he knew from her pillow talk about the show she was on that such a thing wouldn't keep her down for good.

Pulling himself off her, he walked to the bathroom to wash off. Once he was done with that, he returned to find one of the house servants standing there.

“Ah,” she said, looking at the body. “I presume this means you're done?”

“It is,” he replied. “What about you?”

“The Master has ordered that I dispose of this like the others,” the servant stated. She had dealt with many who had entered alive before, and would later. “The Master would also like to know if you enjoyed the carnal education?”

“I did,” he said, looking at the servant with a new eye. Would you like a personal demonstration?”

The servant looked thoughtful. “Perhaps later. First, I have to deal with that,” she said, pointing at the bed.

“Very well.”