part two!

Emma

Luna got back to her home, following a gym detour to work off her arousal from the hanging, and she was exhausted, every muscle in her body was sore, most were knotted. With a deep sigh, she pulled off her top, went to the fridge for a beer, and sat on the couch, mentally kicking herself for not stretching before her workout, especially after an already long and physically intense day. She downed the beer in moments, then heard soft footsteps behind her. Luna smiled as petite hands found her shoulders, working them with a gentle and talented touch of someone who had worked sore muscles many time, and knew exactly what her patient and lover enjoyed.

Luna leaned back, and Emma kissed her upside down. The slender girl was a Clone of Emma Watson, physically aged 25. She wasn’t a Noble, but Emma had been able to graduate from university, and had met Luna shortly after. She had been looking for employment as the personal assistant of a Noble, as this was a highly sought-after job, with benefits like a reliable home, and that no Noble would be so rude as to kill the household employee of another, at least without permission. Luna had agreed to give Emma a shot, warning her that if she wasn’t satisfied, Emma would wish she had never knocked on the door. As it happened, Emma was an exceptionally talented assistant, and Luna wasn’t very demanding at all as far as Nobles went. Luna just wanted Emma to have dinner ready when she got home every night, and to plan small dinner parties Luna hosted from time to time for other Nobles. This arrangement left Emma with a lot of time, so she had also taken up a position teaching math at a local school.

They had gradually fallen in love, Emma in a more submissive and devoted sense, and Luna in a protective ‘you won’t last forever, but for now, you are mine and you are dear to me’ sort of way. Luna would have Emma killed at some point, but the Noble had grown fond of her and was in no hurry. Emma had lived with Luna for nearly five years, and in that time she had made only one request that she had felt REALLY strongly about. As a Clone, Emma had no right to demand anything, and Luna had absolute power, but her death mattered to her. When her time came, Emma had asked that Luna do it herself, with her own hands. But for now, none of these things mattered. Emma was here, the lights were off, and Luna just wanted the quiet, unconditional love that the younger girl provided.

Emma came around to the front of the couch, and Luna tugged her hand, pulling the smiling girl onto the couch and into her arms. They kissed, and Luna squeezed Emma’s smallish, incredibly perky breasts a little bit, but she was too tired to be horny. Her muscles were unwinding nicely, Emma had that effect, it was hard to be tense when she was there. Luna pulled off Emma’s shirt so their bare torsos could touch, then she wrapped the two of them in in a blanket and just held her lover in her arms until sleep claimed her.

Emma was gone when Luna woke the next morning, she had left a bowl of freshly cut fruit on the table, Luna’s favorite breakfast, she felt that it was better to leave meat for the later meals, it didn’t sit well in her stomach first thing in the morning. Luna smiled as she read the note next to the bowl

I’m off to work, you looked to peaceful there on the couch, I didn’t want to wake you up to say goodbye.
Don’t forget, you have that lunch with the Robertson’s at 3. Their daughter Susan failed her Full Citizenship exam and lost her Noble status, so they are hanging and grilling her, so don’t be late! I’ll see you when that is over.
Love you!

Luna sighed, she had forgotten. Nobles were usually safe from culling, but at 16, each was required to take a test, pass and you were a Noble in full, fail and you were an Omega, a former Noble with basically the status of a Clone. Most families opted to kill Omegas soon after the test, as punishment and to remove the stain from the family reputation. Luna wanted nothing more than to watch a mindless action movie, but she did like Ira and Glen Robertson. She went to get cleaned up, idly wondering if they would give Susan a quick death or cut her one bite sized slice at a time.

School
Across town, Emma was teaching her class. They were 4th year students, all female, all Clones. The growth tank meant that they could be aged to any point before they were ‘born’, so while the students were all in their fourth year of education, they varied in physical age from 11 to 24 years old, some Clones of celebrities, some designed, and some randomly generated. Emma had just finished teaching them about Ellen, Gimli, and Nixon, the woman who had perfected cloning, and the first two presidents of the reformed society, more than 600 years previously. As she wrapped up the lesson, Emma took a stack of papers from her desk, and the room grew quiet. Every Friday, the students took a test on the lessons of the week, Emma graded them over the weekend, and on Monday, the students with the three lowest scores on the Friday quiz were culled.

Around the room, there were a spit, a guillotine, which the school felt presented a better image than Loppers, and a spit. Emma would announce the three condemned students from highest failing score to lowest, and the students would choose the method of their deaths in that order. The spit was slow, and exceptionally painful, the girl who was subjected to it would often need to be almost fully impaled, dying from internal bleeding before her heart gave out. Unsurprisingly, Emma in three years at the school had only seen a girl who did not have the absolute lowest score choose the spit twice, once because it was the student’s greatest fetish, and once by the #2, who knew her best friend was #3 and wanted to spare her from that.

Emma looked at her gradebook, girls who frequently had failing grades were very tense. Only the three lowest would be terminated today, having a failing grade wasn’t an automatic death sentence, they had until the end of the quarter to be passing overall, but it wasn’t a good sign. Emma consulted her grade book, then informed the class ‘The student with the 3rd lowest score, the lowest who will be killed today is…..Brianna H, with a score of 52%, stand on up Brianna. You know the drill, come up to the front of the room, strip down, fold you uniform neatly and put them in the box to be assigned to another girl next year, if you didn’t use the bathroom before class, put on one of the pull-ups on my desk, then go stand by the device you choose to die at.’

Emma smiled throughout her instructions, she wasn’t upset with her student, someone had to be the lowest. Death came meaninglessly for most Clones, this was just practical, hardly even considered a punishment by society. Only the spit was a punishment, it was deliberately more painful than the other methods to motivate students to not be THE lowest, it discouraged laziness. Society taught them that they had plenty of resources, the world would always improve as long as people tried, even if there were setbacks. Failure was another chance to learn, or have your death teach others, it was only an unwillingness to try that was considered unacceptable. If a student left a question blank on a test, they would not be one of the three, they would be thrown into a cell and left to starve. They made no effort for society, and society made no effort for them…….it very rarely happened, Emma had never had a student leave a question blank.

Price of Failure

Brianna
Upon hearing her name, Brianna started to tremble. A Clone of Brianna Hildebrand from the 21st century Deadpool movie, Brianna was 5’2, 110 pounds, with 34B tits and dark brown hair that she kept just barely longer than a buzz cut. She had tried to act tough and cool throughout school, but right at that moment, she was just another scared little girl. She stood on shaky legs, biting her lip, her mind racing

‘oh shit, oh shit, oh shit….pull yourself together Brianna! Ok, deep breath. You knew that graduation wasn’t going to happen, you barely passed last year. Besides, it could be so much worse, Miss Emma is nice. She’s letting you pick how you die, and she usually gives the girls at least a kiss before termination. Never seen her torment anyone…..ok, just gotta keep it together for a couple minutes and nobody will ever have seen you cry.’

Brianna made her way to the front of the room, fighting to control her trembling…and feeling a bit tingly. She realized as she unbuttoned her school shirt that once she had accepted her fate, the idea on her class seeing her die naked had really started to turn her on. She removed the white shirt, standing there in a red sport bra. The school uniform was the top layer of clothing, underneath was up to the girls. Being a runner without much interest in getting attention, and with precious little cleavage for drawing attention no matter WHAT she wore, Brianna had opted for the soft and breathable sports bra, it felt good for her. She folded the shirt and placed it in the box Miss Emma had provided. She pulled the bra over her head and placed it in the box as well, only then realizing that she was now topless in front of her class, with VERY hard nipples. A moment ago, the idea of being nude here had aroused her, now she was terrified. If a classmate laughed at her, Brianna didn’t know what it would do to her composure.
Seeing the distress of her student, Emma cleared her throat

‘Brianna is clearly highly aroused and conflicted right now. I have seen more girls die than I could possibly count, and I assure you Brianna, and the rest of you when your time comes, whatever you find yourself feeling in this position is COMPLETELY natural, no matter what you felt about death before or how it matches who you think you are, and if anyone feels the urge to shame Brianna, go right ahead….it’s really very easy to set up the spitting machine for multiple consecutive impalings. Please continue Brianna, we have some time right now, but there ARE at least 2 other girls who will be terminated after yourself’

Brianna nodded, still scared to die, but less concerned about her other worries ‘thank you Miss’ she said softly as she shed and folded the rest of her clothes. Her pussy was wet with arousal, and she blushed crimson, but none of her classmates commented. None of them knew who had the lowest grade, and even if the other girls who were going to die had a decent idea who they were, none of even those were willing to needlessly go to the chair. Brianna considered slipping on the pull-up, it offered some shred of covering, if not dignity, but she really didn’t care for how it had looked on other girls, so she opted not to, she HAD used the restroom. She went to stand by the guillotine.

Emma came on over, grabbing the plank from its spot leaning on the wall. She set it in position and motioned for Brianna to lie on it, face up. Brianna looked at the plank and started to cry, she couldn’t help it, but she didn’t resist. She turned around, quiet tears running down her cheeks, and she allowed Emma to position her on the plank and get her strapped in. The heavy leather straps and steel buckles over her ankles and just below her breasts carried an awful weight and finality to them. Emma produced a pair of handcuffs, locking them on the little girl before sliding her into place, closing the lunette. Brianna’s chest was heaving at this point, she was quiet except for her heavy breathing, but she was definitely quietly sobbing.

Emma knelt down, rubbing Brianna’s toned belly, speaking softly ‘shh, honey just relax. You don’t need to worry, maybe you should have worried while you studied for the quiz, but it’s simple now. One quick click, the blade comes down, and your life is just over. It hurts for less than a minute.’

Brianna cried out in horror ‘a MINUTE????? I thought it would just be immediate, what do you mean a….swishh!!’

As the child was having her panic attack, Emma triggered the device. The heavy blade was unlocked and slid quickly down the track. Brianna’s tender neck provided no obstacle at all. There was a heavy thunk as the blade came to rest, then a softer thump as Brianna’s head landed in the basket. Her now roughly 4’6 corpse jerked hard. The plank slid back and tilted down automatically, allowing the blood to flow out the stump of her neck and down the grate under the guillotine. Her body continued to shiver and twitch for several seconds, fingers and toes wiggling, the movement intensified my pills schoolgirls were given to improve the show during terminations.

In the basket, Brianna’s head was still alert. The pain in her neck was intense, but it paled to her panic. Brianna blinked, tried to scream, but she couldn’t work her mouth, and she no longer had her lungs or vocal cords. Without lungs….one thought flooded her mind ‘OH GOD, I CAN’T BREATHE! OH GOD, MOMMY!’ Brianna was so consumed with the horror of realizing that she might asphyxiate, that she hardly noticed the darkness at the edge of her vision. Her thoughts became unfocused, which was itself deeply unsettling and scary, and if Brianna had noticed, her death nearly a minute after her head came off, and the oblivion it brought would have come as salvation.
Emma looked through her gradebook.

‘Okay, who is up next?’