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Last Day at Last Chance

“And……Erin, you kiss Lacey!” The children giggled, the crush between those two was well known. There was blushing from both girls, and then eager smooching. There were three girls in the room.
Tiny Asian Erin, brown skin, flat chest, skinny, with a shy exterior hiding a true masochist beneath. She was adorable, even to her peers. Her walking into a classroom often prompted a squeal similar to that earned by a puppy, or a hug to the bosom of a more developed classmate. She was a submissive pleaser, she was perfectly content with all of this, she liked making people smile, but her true happy place was when she was being hurt. Choking, spanking, cutting. It was forbidden to leave a permanent injury beyond a faint scar on a classmate not slated for death, but she embraced her cuts and bruises, always hoping for more.
Lacey, curly blonde hair, retaining a good bit of baby fat and sporting C cup tits despite the three girls only being 13 years old. She acted all flirty with other girls, but was a total tease. She was very reluctant regarding anything more than kissing or cuddling. She was a virgin, likely the ONLY teen virgin at their school. She had been naked around her peers many times. A model for science class and art, both culinary and sketching. Many gym activities were in the nude, and boys frequently popped her shirt open in the hall. She was no stranger to nudity, but she could not be compelled to engage in sex acts, and she had so far refused. She had caused more cases of blue balls than any other student, and most of her peers would NOT miss her. She and Erin had an unspoken but in no way secret love for each other. Lacey had terrible nightmares, Erin was happy to play her teddy bear. And Lacey was a pro with paddle and riding crop, which absolutely delighted the smaller girl.
And Andrea, the tallest of the three, red hair, freckles, and super cute and perky A cup boobies. She was the class nympho, always looking to fuck, suck, lick, hump, whatever. She was well liked in their grade, she would take any lover for a night. No matter how shy or awkward, funny looking or unpopular, male or female, they just had to ask. She had been dubbed the ‘welcoming committee’ for new students. She was insatiable. Any act, and kink or fetish, and position or place, any hole. There was no desire her partner or partners might have that was too odd or dark or unspeakable for Andrea to be perfectly comfortable with it, she had no limits. And she would get off on all of it. Andrea prided herself in never having had an encounter without all parties having achieved orgasm. She always craved another. She bragged about one party the year before where there had been 6 people, she had personally brought each of the other 5 to climax at least twice apiece, and cum 14 times herself before the marathon fuck ended. One of her partners had been hospitalized after dropping from exhaustion and dehydration.
The three girls were students at Last Chance Correctional School. If a girl under 28 committed a crime, any crime right down to jaywalking or littering, they were given a choice. Time at Last Chance, 5 years if they were under 18, and until they turned 28 if they were 18 or older….or immediate execution. The catch was that they roomed with 2 other girls at Last Chance, and if one girl broke the rules, all three were put to death. It was meant to teach responsibility and help them emerge as productive members of society, accustomed to being part of a team. The reality was just a high mortality rate.
Lacey was the only one of the three girls to retain any fear of death, she was also the one who had broken the TV. It had been an accident, but she had spent the past year refusing sexual favors to various staff members, so it had been written up as deliberate destruction of school property. No appeal, no way out, three terminations set for the following morning. The perpetrator in cases like this had no say over the method of death or what was done with her before. The other two technically didn’t either, but it was well known that the staff didn’t usually care very much and would humor special requests a lot of the time, especially for well-behaved students like Erin and Andrea.
Lacey had been beside herself with remorse, apologizing over and over again to her friends, begging for forgiveness. Neither of them had any meaningful fear of death in a society where seeing a friend hanging from a traffic light was just a fact of life and the odds of surviving through high school were only as good as 50/50 if you were really gifted. Neither of them had ever seriously intended to survive through their sentence, they had only come here because more time meant more sex than a quick walk to a death facility, they truly didn’t mind. They had gone back to their room, used ‘Brownie Points’ for good behavior to get more blankets and pillows and snacks from the school store, and set up a fun little slumber party to relax and play until the executioner came for them.
A little after midnight, Lacey decided to unwind, push her boundaries. There wouldn’t be another chance, and it’s not like she would have to live anything down. She pulled her shirt off and exposed her beautiful tits. She pounced at Lin, who was just giddy. They kissed and groped and rubbed and panted. Andrea wasn’t quite sure what to do at first, wasn’t sure if they wanted her to play, which was fine, she was happy to masturbate, but the two lovebirds weren’t having any of it. Lin grabbed her and pulled her into what quickly became a rough, noisy, sweaty pile of happy, horny munchkin flesh. A few hours later as the sun was coming up, they all snuggled in the corner. Drenched in sweat, trembling with exhaustion, and basking in an afterglow they figured would see them through their deaths.
At 8AM, the executioner opened the door and smiled fondly at the sight in front of her. Lin was sleeping with her head on Lacey’s chest, and Lacey in turn was little spoon to Andrea, all sleeping soundly. The room smelled like an orgy. Good, Sarah the executioner thought to herself, she was very compassionate, if not merciful, she liked it when her little ‘playmates’ found comfort in each other before coming with her. They were her only assignments today, and she had an exciting day planned for them. She went from one to the next, stroking cheeks, gently shaking shoulders, offering soft words to rouse them from their dreams.
The three doomed girls rubbed their eyes, yawning and taking stock of the woman tasked with ending their lives. She was young, mid to late twenties,and she was BEAUTIFUL. nearly 6 feet tall, golden hair nearly waist length, a very athletic physique, a picture perfect ass, and toned muscles head to toe. Her abs were firm and defined without being too hard to be an inviting place for a young girl warming her bed to rest her head and feel comforted. And her tits, mouthwatering, stretching her crop top. Firm and heavy and just a pair no girl could help feeling jealous of. The children didn’t know it, but Sarah had had a pheromone chip implanted under her collarbone. She had taken seduction and romances classes and excelled at them, and her looks alone could win over almost anyone in a society that had abandoned uch simple concepts as sexuality and just loved freely, but she wanted everyone to love her. She wanted every one of her little victims to want her, and the pheromone chip really gave them very little choice in the matter.
“Hello ladies, I’m Sarah, I’ll be killing you today!” she said brightly, with a little laugh. Sarah loved her job. The kids were so cute, she got to express her creative artistic side, she appreciated the beauty of a girl transitioning from life to death, she was a productive member of society, and the job had certain other perks. She was exempted from involuntary termination, meaning that she could keep this job and live a long life if she pleased. The bored her deeply, Sarah planned to train a successor and have that girl subject her to the breaking wheel on her 30th birthday. The wheel wasn’t something Sarah used much as it was incredibly cruel, but something about it she couldn’t express aroused her beyond words, and she often dreamt about how badly she wanted to die upon it. The other perk was that she could have one condemned slave at any given time. Any girl who was subject to her mercies, Sarah could give them a stay of execution and take them as a slave. They were still condemned to death and would be executed when Sarah was done with them, but she could take them, use them as a sex toy, or treat them like a proper girlfriend if she wished. Any activity, of any intensity, for any length of time. She could take any girl for this, no questions asked. The only condition was that she could only have one at a time. If she took a second, one was required to be dead within 24 hours. So there were definitely perks. Sarah loved her job and made no effort to hide it.
The girls were now all properly awake, and openly admiring her. She smiled again, tousled their hair “Okay honies, let’s go play”. She led them down the hall, let each use the bathroom, then took them to her playroom. She had every imaginable instrument of torture and death, from simple nooses and knives to a Jessica 3000, electric chair, guillotine and a bronze bull. The girls looked around with wide eyes “Okay, regulation is that since Lacey is our little troublemaker, she has to die last, watch you two go. I read all of your files and personalized your deaths. Erin, your death with take a while, so Andrea is gonna go first”. The girls were okay with that, Erin was visibly excited.
Sarah strapped Andrea into a large wooden chair, like an electric chair with no wires, which Andrea commented on, Sarah smiled “That’s actually exactly what it is. It was the electric chair of the girl who trained me. She wanted to go out riding the lightning, and she also wanted to be the LAST person zapped by Little Shocker. So I hooked up some special upgrades, strapped her in, and gave her a super real shocking. We actually blew out the electricity to the whole building. She was long dead at that point, you couldn’t even recognize her, but I wanted it to be memorable. So I upped the volts until the wiring caught fire, that’s the cool dark lines all over. After that was over, I just pulled everything off. It can’t shock you, but it’s still great for restraining people. There, too tight?” Andrea should her head, the only bit of her not strapped right in. She felt so helpless, so powerless…this was awesome!!!
Sarah patted her head again and produced two pills and a glass of water. “I think you’re gonna like this sweetie. Red one weakens your heart to a dangerous degree, that one is going to hurt a bit, but not terribly, kind of like getting the wind knocked out of you. The green one…..that’s more fun. It raises sexual sensitivity and libido through the roof. Ten minutes after you take that, I can have you squirting with a little nipple tweak. It also makes multiple orgasms not just easy, inevitable, and they kind of feed into the next. It doesn’t have any really practical use because once they get going, the orgasms usually don’t stop until you’re sedated……but with that other pill, they build until your heart gives out. You literally orgasm to death. How does that sound?” Andrea squealed and wiggled, panting and really bearing a strong resemblance to a puppy. She had rubbed her thighs together and triggered a small climax just during the explanation. Sarah smirked “Thought so”. She gave the eager girl the two pills, as well as inserting a vibrator so powerful it frightened a lot of girls. It would read her pulse and brain waves, kicking in as soon as the pills were properly in her system. Sarah finished her work and settled back, waiting for them to kick in and the show to start.
Andrea squirmed, any residual fear of pain or death swept away by anticipation for what would be by definition the most intense sexual experience of her life. She was wet and every nerve was lit up. The large sex toy stretched her cute sex nicely. A few minutes after she took the pills, Andrea felt tightness in her chest, like a small child was sitting on her. A couple minutes after that, it felt like a grown man…but the other pill was ALSO kicking in, and every breath, every squirm sent erotic tingles through her body. She felt something building, and then the vibrator activated. It was like getting punched in the pussy, and with the pills, it triggered an orgasm like nothing she had ever known. She arched her back as much as the restraints would allow. Her vision was stars and red, she tried to scream, but nothing came out. Before she could begin to process, ANOTHER wave hit her. The toy was still buzzing like mad, every heartbeat felt like she was getting kicked in the chest, but she wouldn’t have traded it for anything. There was a vague feeling that her thrashing may have dislocated a shoulder, but it was distant, there was only the orgasm. She felt liquid, she must have squirted, she couldn’t remember. Couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, although one joyous scream did escape, all she could do was ride.
Her audience watched in amazement, all three masturbating furiously. Sarah had just gotten the pills a few weeks before, and it still stunned her to watch this. It was not artistic or subtle in any way. There was none of the quiet beauty she loved, both in the girls she fell for and in the prettiest deaths. It was raw, animalistic, unrestrained. Here was a girl taken over by the most basic urge, but most natural pursuit of all things. They had aid different things in the past, but the modern hierarchy of needs puts sexual gratification above all things. Above love or confidence or survival itself. And when Andrea finally expired, it was as savage as the rest of the experience. Her heart popped, ruptured, with a wet crunch that could be heard from several feet away. She tensed, arched her back one last time. Blood came up, out her mouth and nose, running down her cheeks and neck, then she slumped, every inch of her skin flushed as red as her hair, soaked in sweat. Her party was over.
The three viewers to this spectacle sat in absolute silence for a moment, until Erin gasped for air, reminding the other two that they had forgotten to breathe. They were just silent, catching their breath, collecting their thoughts, then unrehearsed, a collective and shaky “wow”. Sarah recovered first, she stood up and walked over behind adorable, tiny little Erin sitting on a bench and kissed the top of her head “Well that was amazing. Are you ready baby?” The kid nodded, her brown, almond shaped eyes not leaving the corpse in the chair. Sarah scooped her up, Erin may have been 13, but she looked 10 and weighed nothing. Sarah sat her in another chair “I love Asian lolis with super short hair, I’m just gonna give you a pixie cut real quick.” It was a statement, not a request, Erin didn’t get a say, but she didn’t care, she’d have said yes to pretty much anything that HAD been requested of her in that moment, and she just smiled and nodded agreeably.
Sarah smiled and hummed as she got the scissors and started snipping. Erin shivered as the cold scissors touched her neck, Sarah rubbed her skinny little arm. Her shoulder-length hair fell away until she only had about half an inch left. Erin felt her head, the nex texture was odd, and strangely exhilerating. Sarah rubbed her head and laughed “Okay, maybe a bit more than a pixie, SO cute!!!” They went back to the middle of the room, Sarah rolled out a strange rack, Erin studied it. From the position of the straps, it was like nothing she had seen in Bondage 101. It seemed like the occupant would not be upside down, but….on their stomach?
Sarah patted it “This is my go-to toy for girls who like pain. It for something they don’t teach in class, the blood eagle. I’m not going to tell you about it, they say things hurt more if you aren’t ready. What I will say is this, I PROMISE even you, a little pain slut who has never me her limit, you’ll have all the pain you could ever want” she pointed at a previously unnoticed camera in the corner “And that catches everything, then puts the videos on the school site for purchase, so you three will help fund the school, and be famous!” Erin was feeling VERY warm and tingly by this point. Sarah got her strapped down, the redwood feeling sticky against the flat chest of the loli. Not redwood she realized, bloody wood. She was so overwhelmed by the stimulus of this day already, that thought was just exciting.
Sarah rolled out a cart with a number of tools on top. Knives and a small hatchet, an electric cauterizing iron….Erin was a total masochist, but looking at these evil goodies over the top of the rack, she wondered if perhaps this was going to prove to be too much. She had taken beatings and cuts and a broken arm and loved it all, but her heart was racing, this stuff looked….intense. Sarah called over to Lacey ‘Hey Lacey, come here cutie, we’re going to play a game. You know how to play tic-tac-toe?” Lacey replied affirmatively. “Well we’re going to play….but with these. Just let me get the board set up real quick.” Erin REALLY wished she wasn’t stuck staring at the floor, her imagination was running wild, trying to figure out why the game would be relevant right now. “One more thing” said Sarah “open up”. Erin obediently opened her mouth, and Sarah inserted a large green ball gag. Erin bit down, and Sarah fastened the strap behind her head. The tiny Asian actually relaxed a bit, she loved being gagged, it was familiar and comfortable.
“Okay,now we’re all set, here comes the board”. Erin felt a sudden cold and intense pain by her shoulder, moving down her back, Sarah was carving a tic-tac-toe grid into her back with a knife! Erin grinned intensely around her gag, even as she tensed and groaned in pain. This was intense, but it was just cutting, she liked cutting, this was hot! She didn’t try not to scream, screaming was a way to let the torturer know she was doing a good job. They had always been taught that everyone screamed under the right torture, the mark of a true masochist was if they would beg for it to end or not, if when given the choice between having her throat sliced or being whipped again, would she choose the lash or the blade? Erin was instinctively trying to pull free of her bonds, every instinct was to flee, but her deepest core loved it, she would NEVER plead for death to release her from this.
Once the board was set up, a three by three grid, Sarah grabbed a hose and used a powerful blast of icy cold saltwater to clean the excess blood. Erin howled in pain, strained at her bonds….and came right then and there. Sarah handed Lacey the knife “Alright honey, you go first. Pick X’s or O’s and carve out your first square!” Erin braced herself, she knew Lacey didn’t have much practice with knives, so this would probably be slower and more painful than when Sarah did the cutting. A moment later she was proven right, it felt more like tearing than cutting, Erin was pretty sure it was O in the center square. 10 minutes later, the game was over, ending in a draw, and Erin was struggling to catch her breath. Her back was a mass of red, broken pretty much only by the spots where bone was visible. The little girl had cum twice more, and she was finally satisfied, her desire for pain satiated….but it was FAR from over.
Sarah rubbed her head again “That was fun! …..Time for the part that’s gonna really hurt”. Erin tensed, ooh boy. Sarah took the knife again and there was more pain. “There, you can’t see it, but I exposed your rib back here, so I can do this…..”. Erin didn’t see Sarah heft the beefy gardening shears, but the pain as the blades powered through her rib was truly blinding. The loli tried to scream, but she couldn’t, she couldn’t even breathe. She lost track of what was going on, but she was able to see when Sarah held the rib in front of her face. Sarah smiled broadly and said “that was so cool to see it come out like that! Six of those on each side, woohoo!” Erin finally felt true terror. She was a masochist, but not like this! She screamed into her ball gag, trying to beg, shaking her head.
To her shock and confusion, Sarah actually stopped. The older girl touched her hand, then gently removed the ball gag “Do you want me to stop honey? I thought you liked pain?” she looked genuinely confused. Erin nodded, completely exhausted “Please, I’ll do anything…no more”. Sarah hugged Erins head between her tits “I am so sorry baby. For most death cases, my job isn’t to make you beg, it’s to give you a death that’s not too easy, but I try to make it play to what you like. Your file said you had never found your limit….I’m really sorry”. Erin shook hr head as Sarah stepped back “No…not your fault. I always loved pain, that tic-tac-toe was the greatest thing ever…..I just didn’t know pain like the next part could exist. I LOVED the game”. Sarah smiled and patted her head one last time “Alright, I feel better about that, let’s get you checked out of here”. She showed Erin the knife, dripping with blood, and Erin smiled and exposed her neck. A line of cold fire traced across her throat, but it was the level of pain that was an old friend. Erin closed her eyes and moved on.
Sarah sighed as Erin went limp, and walked over to Lacey, hugging her from behind. “That….was pretty emotionally draining” she squeezed the blondes plump tits, teasing her nips in slow circles. “Lacey, I’m gonna level with you, I don’t have another creative snuff in me right now. I actually had to kill my pet girl last night, we were drinking with my friend Jessie Adams, the Algebra teacher, you know her, right? Well my pet got drunk, called Jessie a vindictive idiot for failing her in that class last semester. So I hanged her. Now my bed was gonna be empty tonight, but a cutie with a bit of padding and such nice boobies, I’d kind of like to take you back with me. It’s your choice, I could just drown you now, but if you’d rather have maybe a week, I could really use some company?” Lacey had tears still running down her face from the emotions of this day, but she turned and hugged Sarah back, feeling a profound calm “I’d like that”.