Soooo....I tried to take up the mantle...
I published a branch to Freedom to Fuck on Chyoa which was widely liked, so I thought I'd be predisposed to try to continue this story.
This little preview begins to tell the story of the guillotined librarian and I will finish it if you want to.

I hope you like my style. If not, let me know and I'll stop.
I have published one of my own stories on here and you guys hated it pretty much so I won't blame you if you think it sucks. But let me know if you want me to continue and I will.






The demonstration

"Can you tell us where "War and Snuff" by Tolstoi is stored, miss?"

Anna sighed wearily. Taking the job application of a middle-school librarian two weeks ago was supposed to be a kick-start for a more debauched lifestyle, snuffing young girls for demonstration's sake, producing showcases and yearbooks for the school with celebratory gang-bangs and snuff-fests, hopefully lasting a few more months before finally being snuffed herself. She dreamt of being bent over a library table and being fucked and beaten into submission by a horde of merciless, pubescent boys.

But reality had kicked in as most kids came to the library for books and seldomly much more. The highlights of her daily workload had been when a few cheeky boys made her get books from the bottom shelf for them so they could give her a brutal surprise buttfuck. But those days were rare and not that different from her previous job as an ordinary librarian, where she was mostly used by weak, older, intellectual men and stressed-out college undergrads, who mostly didn't have time for more than a quick throatfuck.

But those hormone-railed boys were supposed to be different, weren't they? Suddenly self-conscious, Anna thought about her age while looking for the demanded book. After all, she was 24 and after having birthed 13 snuff-toys (aka girls) as well as one proud boy herself, while donating as many eggs for artificial snuff-meat production as she could in her considerably long life, she felt weary. After all, the lifes of women were supposed to be cut short at the age of 27, if they weren't snuffed before. No question in her mind, Anna was past her prime, visible in her large milk-udders and wide hips.
Of course, her body still was completely perfect. Her boobs defied gravity, the pointy, milk-dribbling nipples sticking out visibly, her entire skin soft, smooth and completely devoid of wrinkles, cellulite or other blemishes. Pesky things like unclean skin were considered a sickness by todays standards and those suffering from them were swiftly and efficiently snuffed, mostly by their own hands or at least on their demand. Due to genetic manipulation this had not happened for quite some time, though.

But Anna feared that her turn to euthanize herself would come sooner rather than later. Thus, she wore heavy make-up, as well as her most alluring clothes, trying to tempt the teenage boys in her vicinity. Todays outfit consisted of a stretchy spandex-top that was pushed out by her engorged nipples, as well as matching hotpants with an easy-access-zipper that she had temptingly undone, only to show her bleached, inviting asshole while her slathering pussy was denied the pleasure of being seen (and possibly groped) by horny voyeurs. Her feet were adorned with locked high-heels, a requirement for every job, to ensure that women were literally put in their place. The keys were usually held by their owner or, like in Anna's case, by their boss. Usually, she was only unlocked to change heels once in a while.

"No way, those boys would be interested in snuffing an old hag like me.." she thought to herself. After all, it seemed like she would be unceremoniously disposed, like her big sister had been a few months ago. She had given herself up to the authorities for an automated snuffing, after she discovered stretchmarks left by her latest birth. Without any witnesses or torture, she was simply shot in the neck like a cow in an industrial meat-factory. Her body was butchered, cooked and given out to the few needy men in the city. Dying like that had its perks, no doubt, but Anna wanted more.

While she was contemplating her withering life, a group of older boys entered the library with two girls about their age in tow. Anna first didn't notice them, still searching for the classic the other kids had demanded, but jerked up as suddenly, a loud slap echoed through the room. She briefly looked over her shoulder, just to catch a glimpse of the action, rightly assuming that a girl was currently being molested.

Two of the boys currently double-fucked the platinum-blonde, deeply tanned bimbo who had entered the room with them. Her huge knockers bounced around, entrancing Anna momentarily as her eyes followed the perfect, engorged orbs as they quivered and trembled from the rough fuck the girl was currently receiving. Her mewling and moaning only caused the boys to fuck her harder, slamming their genetically hardened pelvises into her. Their muscled bodies easily handled the busty snuff-doll between them with one hand each, bouncing her lightweight frame almost as easily as if they were fucking a blow-up-doll. The guy in her pussy took his free hand to choke her, while the other one mauled her right tit so hard that it seemed as if he tried to pull off her nipple.

The other two boys meanwhile had snatched a tiny elementary-schooler who seemed to be on recess, trying to read an age-appropriate book about horsekeeping called: "A battered womb is a happy womb!" But her reading seemed to be hindered, due to the fact that one of the almost grown-up guys had jammed his giant dick into her tiny little bum. Meanwhile, the other one slapped her face hard and repeatedly while receiving a blowjob from the other girl who had been following the boys.

Anna got aroused quickly at the sight of the small impromptu orgy in her library and considered joining them. But just as she was about to get up and walk over to them, the boy who had demanded the classic he was supposed to read walked up to her and gave her a hearty kick to the back....