Snuff Show: Birthday Edition [various Franchises; f/f, f-self; asphyxiation, decapitation, impalement, hanging, shooting, throat-cutting; con]

“Ladies, Gentlemen and Other identities! For tonight's highlight we have a very special show indeed! All of these girls were hand-picked by one of our faithful patrons for this occasion! A Happy Birthday to the one known as Blau Sturm!”

“First up, hailing from the land of Hoenn, the Gym Leader battling with a burning passion. Let's see how long her flame will burn today. Flannery!”

A young woman with red eyes and bright red hair done up in a gravity-defyingly massive spiky ponytail stepped through the curtains with a cheerful wave. She was wearing simple sandals, dark red minishorts and a two-part top consisting of a red wrap around her chest with an orange flame motif, held in place by a piece of dark cloth tied like a tank top while still leaving just a little bit of cleavage visible.

“From the land of Remnant, a brilliant fighter known as the Invincible Girl. Not that it will change anything for her this time. Pyrrha Nikos!”

A tall woman entered the stage next, her green eyes quickly sweeping over the audience as she took her place next to Flannery. Her hair was a darker shade of red and held in a more normal ponytail and she was wearing a black mini-skirt under a dark red sash on her right hip, what amounted to a tank top cut from leather in a design inspired by medieval armour, but modified to once again show a little cleavage – her chest somewhat larger than Flannery's – and a bronze circlet on her forehead, half hidden under her hair.

“Next up, formerly a devout exorcist for the Abbey of the Midgand empire, now she walks her own path. Which just happened to lead to this end. Eleanor Hume!”

A girl in an ornate white dress stepped up next, visibly unaccustomed to the amount of attention and her state of dress, looking to the side and crossing her arms in front of her chest for a moment before steeling herself and looking right at the audience, standing next in line to the other two. Other than what looked like a white summer dress with yellow decorations about mid-thigh length, she was wearing only a pair of blue hair ornaments holding her orange-red hair in a pair of twintails.

“The president of the student council of the prestigious Gekkoukan High School, she nonetheless could make time in her schedule to appear here for you. Mitsuru Kirijo!”

With a perfect poise a tall, busty girl walked up, confidently standing next to the others. She was a little shorter than Pyrrha, her slightly wavy deep red hair almost reaching to her waist, and she was wearing what amounted to a school uniform, with black knee-high boots, a black skirt reaching just above her knees, a white blouse that had the top three buttons undone to very clearly showcase her large breasts barely contained by a black sports bra, and a red scarf.

“Then, given her usual task of defending humanity from alien monstrosities, all the better for her to get some time just for herself. Asuka Langley Sohryu!”

A somewhat younger girl stepped through the curtains next, appearing to entirely ignore the audience as she lined up too. She had blue eyes, dark red shoulder-length hair adorned with her usual interface headset, and was wearing a mostly red skintight bodysuit with black highlights on the arms and stomach and a green lining over her collarbone that left little to the imagination, very clearly showing off her toned body and petite, but well-formed breasts.

“And finally, our patron's personal favourite. An accomplished mech pilot and recurring star of our programme who by now needs no further introduction. Lunamaria Hawke!”

The redhead girl entered the stage with a wave and a smile. She had almost purplish red hair and blue eyes, and her costume appeared to be based off a military uniform of sorts, but heavily modified to be more casual – and revealing. She was wearing black thigh-highs and short boots, a short dark red skirt and a sleeveless top of the same colour, baring both her midriff and a generous amount of cleavage.

Under massive applause from the audience all the girls took a collective bow as the curtains rose to the main stage, revealing little more than a simple gallows with a stool under it as well as a long table bearing a number of implements that would certainly be used in the upcoming show.

“Then let's get going, right?” Flannery stepped up to the centre of the stage while the other girls withdrew to the side a little, save for Pyrrha who took a thin loop of wire with small handles at the ends from the table, walking up behind Flannery. Meanwhile the Gym Leader took off the inner part of her top only, to free her modestly-sized, perky breasts, as well as dropping her skirt to show relatively plain, fiery red panties as she knelt on the floor with her legs spread wide.

Squeezing and playing with her breast with one hand, Flannery started rubbing her pussy through her panties with the other as Pyrrha looped the wire around her neck once, gripping both ends as she slowly started pulling it tight, making Flannery reflexively gasp before she just nodded with a grin, her hand reaching into her already slightly damp panties.

Pyrrha's grip seemed surprisingly gentle, but completely unyielding, and Flannery didn't even try to fight it, instead just starting to quickly finger herself while the other hand continued playing with her nipple, soon beginning to pant and gasp as Pyrrha kept slowly but steadily increasing the pressure on her neck. Soon the pressure became downright pain, Flannery's face turning red, her head starting to pound and her lungs aching for air as her gasps intensified, but she kept pleasuring herself, the sensation only more powerful in spite – or because – of her body's growing panic.

Only minutes later, Flannery couldn't entirely stop her body's reactions, occasionally shuddering and twitching between her strangled gasps, but she was still in control enough to keep fingering herself, and from earlier experimentation with breathplay – if obviously none as fatal – she could tell just how much she had left pretty well, but like this the timing was probably gonna be off... “Come on, tigh...ter-” Flannery barely managed to say and Pyrrha complied, cutting off her voice completely as Flannery increased her speed, rapidly approaching her orgasm before slowing down again, teetering on the edge of her climax as Pyrrha kept strangling her, hoping to get the timing just right, ignoring her body's desperate pleas for air.

There. As darkness began creeping into her vision and a prickly numb feeling started growing in her hands and feet, Flannery sped up once more, coming nigh immediately. Her voice cut off into choked gasps, the girl wildly shuddered under the waves of her climax, and if reflexively or intentionally, Pyrrha tightened her grip, leaning backwards a little and ensuring that the timing was just perfect. Still in the middle of her orgasm, Flannery could feel the last bits of her strength fading and she didn't even try to fight it, letting the darkness sweep her away amidst the pleasure and the pain.

Flannery's body continued its drawn-out orgasm, its shudders of pleasure soon turning into death throes, but before long she went completely limp with one last sigh, a small puddle of urine forming between her legs, the wet fabric of her panties perfectly outlining the contours of her pussy for all to see. Holding her for a good few seconds longer, Pyrrha finally let go of Flannery, gently lowering her to the ground before standing up, a slight sheen of sweat from the effort on her forehead as Eleanor walked up, clearing the table and beckoning Pyrrha over.

Without needing any further instructions, Pyrrha took off her top to free her moderately large, firm breasts and toned stomach, before dropping her skirt and sash as well, taking off her simple black panties to reveal a patch of neatly-trimmed pubic hair and her pussy slightly wet in anticipation as she laid down onto the table with her legs spread and her lower legs dangling off the edge.

Picking up a long thin steel pole with a pointed tip, Eleanor took a bottle to generously cover it with some sort of clear oil, ignoring the mess she made on the floor in the process, before handing the bottle to Pyrrha, wiping her hands on her dress. Pyrrha in turn spread some of the oil around her pussy, then held it open to even reach inside herself a little before putting the bottle to the side and turning to Eleanor, her pussy now glistening and dripping with lube. “I'm ready.”

With a nod Eleanor took a small step back, gripping the pole with both hands and pushing the tip inside Pyrrha's pussy, making the fighter gasp a little as the metal easily slid into her, and again when a few moments later the tip hit resistance deep inside her pussy. Adjusting her angle a little, Eleanor strained to keep pushing it until a few moments later she broke through, Pyrrha drawing in a sharp breath as the pole penetrated deeper into her, a trickle of blood running from her pussy, covering the metal.

At first the pain was actually not as bad as she'd expected, but then Eleanor continued impaling her, piercing through something that sent a sudden spike of agony through her, making Pyrrha scream out and buck in pain, her eyes tearing up, before she managed to force herself to calm down. She could feel that the pole was already halfway through her intestines, the amount of blood dripping from her pussy steadily growing, but she knew the worst was yet to come.

A few moments later Pyrrha had to fight back a sudden surge of nausea as the pole pierced through her stomach, before hitting yet another resistance, the sharp pain around her lungs taking Pyrrha's breath away as Eleanor briefly paused, turning to Luna. “Help me stand her up, please.”

“Sure.” With a nod Luna hurried to the side of the table, reaching under Pyrrha's shoulders to lift and push her forward, the movement making the pole inside her scrape around, causing Pyrrha to gasp in pain. Once the bottom of the pole reached the ground, Eleanor moved it a bit to slide into a hole in the floor of the stage before reaching behind Pyrrha's hips and on a count of three both she and Luna pushed, setting the pole completely upright in one go.

All of her weight suddenly resting on the pole, Pyrrha screamed in pain, reflexively trying to grasp on to it with her feet, but the smooth metal slick with both oil and her own blood offered no purchase whatsoever. If anything, her struggles accelerated the process, and suddenly Pyrrha sunk yet a little further onto the pole, gasping for breath as the metal pierced her diaphragm.

Her panicked gasps failing to draw in any real air, only compounded by the pain flooding her entire body, Pyrrha's composure quickly broke, and even if she'd intended to keep as much posture as she could, her shudders quickly drove the spike through her lungs, and instead of neatly going through her mouth as she'd hoped, with a low crunching noise the tip broke straight through her sternum, right between her breasts. Her scream of pain turned into but a choked gasp, and her cough spraying a few droplets of blood, Pyrrha stared at the spike jutting from her chest in mild disbelief, a copious amount of blood streaming over and around her breasts as her weak shudders made her sink onto the pole several centimetres more before finally stopping.

By this point the pain coursing through her body was slowly fading into a comfortable numbness, a similar haze clouding Pyrrha's mind, and she hardly even cared for her body continuing its futile instinctive struggles on the pole, or even losing control of her bladder, the urine hardly visible among the blood still dripping from her pussy. Not even a minute later the numbness was clouding almost all of her and Pyrrha just let go, her body finally going limp and her lips formed into a faint smile.

Once Pyrrha was completely still, Mitsuru stepped up behind Eleanor, tapping the girl's shoulder to get her attention, then suddenly pulling her into a deep kiss that lasted for several seconds, before pulling away with a smirk at the daze she left Eleanor in. Giving her a few seconds to recover, Mitsuru dropped her skirt and stepped out of her boots before fully opening her jacket, but leaving it on as she took off her bra, leaving her large, supple breasts slightly hidden, but not really covered either.

“You can keep it on if you want.” Mitsuru commented at Eleanor's blush as the girl looked at her own clothing, and with a thankful nod Eleanor reached under the hem of her dress to only pull down her panties but keeping everything else on as Mitsuru picked up a long black strap-on, fastening it around her hips, as well as a knife she put into a pocket of her jacket.

Briefly kissing Eleanor again, Mitsuru gently but determinedly pushed her onto the table, ignoring the blood staining the back of her dress, before lifting it up to reveal her pussy and unshaven but accurately trimmed pubic hair, making Eleanor look to the side with a blush. “Aw, don't be shy.” With a smile Mitsuru leaned downwards to run her tongue along Eleanor's pussy, quickly eliciting a light moan, the girl's pussy soon nice and wet from Mitsuru's ministrations, and with a satisfied expression she pulled back, dripping some saliva onto her fingers to spread it onto the strap-on, before pulling Eleanor a little closer to the edge of the table, then carefully parting her labia with the tip before fully entering her.

Eleanor winced and briefly closed her eyes as Mitsuru pushed into her, taking a moment to compose herself, but gasped in pleasure as the redhead started slowly thrusting into her, one hand taking Eleanor's outstretched one, intertwining their fingers, as the other began gently rubbing her breasts through her dress.

Once she'd gotten used to the unfamiliar sensation inside her and managed to relax a little, Eleanor quickly started enjoying it, after a little while wrapping her legs around Mitsuru's back and moving her hips counterpoint to the other girl's motions, soon moaning in pleasure, Mitsuru's huge breasts bouncing and swaying with along with their movements only adding to the actually quite beautiful view of the girl above Eleanor, her face equally flush in arousal, panting slightly.

Eleanor could slowly feel her pleasure building up towards its inevitable release, her breath speeding up and her gasps and moans ever louder and more frequent. However before she could really get into it, Mitsuru suddenly paused before slowing down completely. “Remember the plan?” She returned at Eleanor's questioning expression, and after a moment the orange-haired girl nodded, her legs letting go of Mitsuru, the redhead pulling out of her before helping Eleanor up.

A small part of her still complained that this was an even more shameful position as Eleanor turned away from Mitsuru, and towards the audience, going down onto her hands and knees, but the moment that the redhead thrust into her again, moving faster and harder this time, that little voice was nigh immediately silenced by the pleasure as Eleanor let out another long moan.

Ineffectually trying to keep some amount of composure, Eleanor soon felt her orgasm approaching, and Mitsuru only kept picking up speed as well, so before long her pleasure broke way in a series of shameless gasps and moans – only for her voice to suddenly cut off as Mitsuru drew the knife she'd been carrying, dragging it all the way across Eleanor's throat, opening a huge cut spraying copious amounts of blood over the stage.

Her mind still in the middle of ecstasy, it took a few seconds for Eleanor to fully register what had happened, her voice reduced to wet gasps, a metallic taste flooding her mouth as she reflexively tried to stem the massive bleeding, only to drench her hands in the hot liquid, her body even now riding out the last vestiges of her climax. Her blood continuing to seep past her fingers and pool on the floor before her, Eleanor's body quickly started to feel cold, the noise around her and even the pain slowly dampening before finally vanishing.

Pulling out of Eleanor, the girl's limp body sinking to the ground, Mitsuru wiped the bit of blood that had gotten on her hands off on her jacket, before returning the knife to the table, then turning to Asuka who had picked up a simple but ornate handgun already, motioning Mitsuru to stand right against the beam of the gallows. Without any fanfare or wasting more time, Asuka knelt in front of her to find Mitsuru's pussy well wet already, starting to lick her, drawing a long moan from the taller girl nigh immediately.

Starting to rub herself through her self with the gun with one hand, the other braced against Mitsuru's leg, Asuka continued slowly and systematically licking, all over her labia, pushing her tongue deep into Mitsuru before finally focusing on her clit, quickly provoking another strained gasp, the taller girl quite close to her climax already. So after only a couple more seconds Asuka paused, pulling away to instead lick the gun – which had left her plenty wet in the meantime as well – a few times, spreading her saliva all over the barrel, then slowly dragging it along the outside of Mitsuru's pussy before pushing it deep into her.

Slowly fucking Mitsuru with the gun, Asuka resumed licking her clit besides the metal, the twofold attention making the redhead come just a handful seconds after, moaning and shuddering as she pushed Asuka's face against her pussy even harder, downright drenching the girl's face with her juices, riding out a long, powerful orgasm before slowly winding down, panting and a few beads of sweat on her face and chest – only for Asuka to lean away before pulling the trigger of the gun, three times.

Letting out a scream of pain and surprise, Mitsuru clutched her lower stomach, a huge gush of blood dripping from her pussy as Asuka withdrew the gun, taking a few steps back. Shaking and visibly straining, Mitsuru nonetheless stood as straight as she could, looking right at Asuka, and with a grin, the pilot complied, levelling the gun at the taller redhead before firing, again and again, until with a click, the magazine was empty.

Most of the bullets digging into Mitsuru's breasts and stomach, as well as one grazing her thigh and another punching straight through her upper arm, the series of impacts made her stagger backwards against the beam of the gallows. Weakly gasping in pain, her blood running down her body in large rivulets as well as dripping from the corner of her mouth, Mitsuru quickly felt her strength leave her and started to sink down against the beam, but managed to lean forward enough to fall into a somewhat proper kneeling position instead.

Reloading the gun, Asuka slowly walked up to Mitsuru, leaning down to briefly caress her cheek and plant one final kiss on her forehead, the other girl's eyelids fluttering and her breaths weak and ragged, before holding the gun right against the back of her head and after a measured moment of expectation pulled the trigger. Mitsuru's head rocked forward as she went limp, her body slowly dropping to the side, half rolling onto her back to showcase her blank expression, bloody ravaged breasts and stomach, and a trickle of urine dripping from her pussy, only faintly visible among the blood.

After observing Mitsuru's body for a couple seconds longer, Asuka returned the gun to the table, then stood in the middle of the stage in a confident pose. Just a moment later Luna approached her from behind, turning the girl's head to give her a swift but passionate kiss, before pulling her closer, Luna's chest pressing against Asuka's back as she reached around her to open the long zipper in the front of the suit, pulling it open to reveal the pilot's small, still girlish, but firm breasts, then reached downwards to Asuka's completely smooth pussy.

The other girl was well wet already, so Luna only briefly rubbed the outside of Asuka's pussy before pushing two fingers deep inside her and thrusting back and forth, drawing a loud moan nigh immediately. Keeping up the movement with her one hand, Luna's other caressed Asuka's cheek for a moment, before playing with her breasts, then slowly trailing down to her pussy, starting to rub the girl's clit exclusively, making her gasp and lean backwards, closing her eyes in ecstasy.

After a few moments Luna pulled one hand away, gently forcing it into Asuka's mouth instead, making her lick and suck her own sweet juices off Luna's fingers, then wrapped that arm around Asuka's midriff to hold support her, while her other hand sped up its movements, rapidly pushing Asuka towards her orgasm already.

And true enough, within barely another minute Asuka hit her climax, biting her lip to suppress her moans, but failing to, arching her back and leaning into Luna's embrace, shivering under the waves of pleasure for several blissful seconds before her orgasm slowly subsided, and Luna gently let go of her, Asuka sinking to her knees in exhaustion – the perfect position for her own ending.

“Here you go.” Luna picked up a short, straight-bladed sword, handing it to Asuka, while herself drawing a longer, traditional katana.

“Thanks.” Still slightly panting, Asuka nodded, drawing the sword and placing the tip against the left side of her lower stomach. “Here we go, then.” Taking a deep breath, Asuka braced herself before plunging the blade deep into her stomach, only slightly flinching at the sharp pain surging from her abdomen. Her face pointedly neutral, but gritting her teeth, she gripped the handle of the blade even harder, swiftly pulling it all the way across her stomach and opening up a gaping wound.

Just barely managing to not scream in pain, Asuka held her position for several seconds, only a slight shaking betraying her suffering, then finally leaned forward, extending her neck, and Luna, who had been waiting with the katana at the ready the whole time, quickly struck, cleanly decapitating Asuka. Her body sinking forward but remaining on its knees, spraying a fountain of blood from her severed neck, Asuka's head landed right in front of her, facing the audience, managing to form a satisfied smile before she completely faded.

And then there were one. Luna placed the katana on the ground besides Asuka's body before moving over to the gallows. Time for the finale. Stretching and posing for a few seconds, pushing out her butt, then crossing her arms under her chest to emphasise her bust, Luna slowly, one by one unbuttoned her top before finally taking it off and dropping it to the ground to show a dark red lacy bra covering her sizeable breasts, the fabric thin enough to let both her areolae and her clearly hard nipples show under the stage's strong light.

Stepping out of her boots, Luna leaned against the beam of the gallows for support as she raised her leg, flashing a glimpse of her panties in the process, to slowly peel away her thigh-high, then the other. Finally opening and dropping her skirt, Luna revealed her dark red lacy panties, just as transparent, only aided by her being massively wet in expectation already, the soaked fabric clinging to her pussy and outlining it perfectly.

Reaching up to the noose waiting above her with her hands, Luna stretched and turned a couple seconds more, pushing out her breasts, then spreading her legs to show her pussy, before letting go and taking off her bra, freeing her breasts with a little bounce, swaying slightly with each of her steps as she walked back to the table to pick up a pair of toys. Returning to the gallows, Luna did a slow pirouette before stepping out of her panties and showing off her smooth, expectantly wet, pussy.

Briefly sitting onto the floor to push a small vibrator into her pussy, Luna started licking a thick red dildo, pushing it deep into her mouth to lube it up, before raising her hips enough to set the dildo under her and steady it with one hand, briefly wincing as it entered her asshole, slowly continuing to lower herself onto it, accompanied by low drawn-out moan, until it was practically completely up her ass.

Somewhat tenderly Luna stood up, taking a bow before stepping onto the stool and fastening the noose around her neck, reaching to her pussy to turn on the vibrator, then blowing a kiss. “I hope you'll enjoy my final moments. This one is for you, Blau Sturm, happy birthday.” And with that she kicked the stool away, the wood clattering onto the stage as Luna began her last dance.

For the first few seconds the pain was almost bearable and Luna managed a strained smile, only lightly swaying for a little before her instincts finally kicked in and she started to kick and stretch for the ground, so close and yet so far. The vibrator in her pussy quickly showing effect, Luna gasped in both pain and arousal, forcing down her body's struggles, for now at least, in an effort to to preserve some energy, focusing only on her pleasure instead.

And soon enough, faster than she'd expected to, Luna already came, her moans only coming out as ragged gasps as her whole body clenched and shivered in climax, her juices  positively dripping from her pussy and covering the inside of her thighs. Forgetting the bite of the rope entirely, Luna bucked and gasped in pleasure, swinging and gyrating wildly on the end of the rope, until her orgasm finally ebbed off, the pain returning worse than before.

Unable to hold her body back any longer, Luna began freely struggling, her breasts bouncing with every movement and her kicking legs giving good views of her soaking wet pussy, desperate choking gasps the only sound she could still produce. However as they were wont to, all other of Luna's sensations seemed to intensify along with the pain, just briefly reaching to play with her nipple and rub her clit enough to make Luna gasp and shudder in pleasure.

It kept getting harder and harder to control her body, but Luna managed to at least reduce her struggles a little, instead directly rubbing her clit with one hand, the other continuing to caress her breasts, desperate to get a second release as well before her death. And it looked like she was on the right way, because as a dark border started slowly gathering around the edges of her vision, and the feeling in her hands and feet was reduced to a numb prickling sensation, even faster than her impending end, Luna also felt another orgasm approaching.

Only a handful seconds later Luna came, her shudders and gasps of her climax indistinguishable from and intermixed with her futile struggles against the rope, pain and pleasure blending into one as her orgasm lasted even longer and stronger than the first one; yet ultimately it came to an end too, leaving Luna to her slow death in the noose.

The pain flared up yet worse again, and Luna started heedlessly clawing at the rope, kicking and flailing, letting out agonised sounds as tears streamed down her face, bits of drool dripping from her chin onto her bouncing breasts. Luna threw her all into one final desperate effort, her struggles and gasps surging in intensity before rapidly fading after just a few seconds, her body too weak to even contain itself, and Luna felt a warm stream of urine flow from her pussy and down her legs, dripping onto the floor below her.

The last of her strength well and truly wasted, Luna was reduced to faint shudders and twitches, her pained gasps all but inaudible, just waiting for death to claim her as the searing pain all over her body slowly faded into numbness, and before too long, everything ended