Snuff Show, the Second [various Franchises; f/f, f-self; asphyxiation, decapitation, neck breaking, throat cutting; con]

“And once again, ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the evening’s highlight! Our agents are always scouring the multiverse for willing participants, and believe me, they find no shortage volunteers. We have a wide variety of beautiful women for you this week, ready to give their lives for the ultimate pleasure, and to give you a show while doing it!”

“First, the combat operator of the warship Minerva, the younger sister to one of our more popular recurring stars, Meyrin Hawke!”

The redhead stepped through the curtains and gave an energetic wave as she smiled. She had light strawberry red hair done in bushy twin-tails, and vibrant blue eyes. She was clad in an outfit that resembled a highly customised military uniform consisting of short black boots, a green skirt cut to the middle of her thighs, and a green sleeveless top, baring her midriff, arms, and showing a decent amount of cleavage.

''“Next, one of Talon's most dangerous weapons, the unfeeling assassin. But we can assure you that here today she will be able to feel just fine!
Amélie Lacroix, better known to the world as Widowmaker!”''

A tall woman with a shapely figure stepped through the curtain, giving a sultry smile to the audience. Her skin was a deep, bluish grey, and her golden eyes held a predatory gleam to them. Her dark blue hair flowed behind her in an almost waist-length ponytail, and she was wearing a predominantly purple bodysuit with its cleavage reaching all the way to her navel, although without her usual rifle and visor helmet.

“The Champion of the Sinnoh Region, a skilled Pokémon Trainer and a dedicated student of history! Well, today she’ll experience some of that history first-hand! Cynthia!”

She was wearing a form-fitting black pants that clung to her legs, serving to accentuate their shape and show her high-heeled shoes, as well as a short sleeveless black dress with a gold trim showing just a slight amount of cleavage and back. And when she stepped into the bright spotlight, both her dress and pants showed to be from a just slightly translucent material, showing off how Cynthia wasn't wearing any underwear, giving a direct, if obscured, view of both her nipples and pussy.

“Finally, a l’Cie from the world of Gran Pulse. With her stories over and her world saved, she finally has some time to enjoy herself! Oerba Yun Fang!”

The black-haired woman stepped through the curtains, devil-may-care grin on her face. She was wearing a traditional blue garb that was covering one of her legs, wrapping around her waist and over her shoulder, leaving a large bit of midriff bare and showing a black bra top underneath, as well as cut-off black sleeves on her forearms, knee-high leather boots and a belt holding a thin piece of fur, some pouches and the sheath of a dagger.

The audience applauded as the women bowed as one, the curtains behind them rising as the lights came on to reveal a pair of chairs, one mostly normal and rather comfortable-looking, the other more sturdy, with a tall backrest and restraints for the wrists and ankles – and a large black dildo resting on its seat –, as well as a large wooden frame clearly belonging to a guillotine.

“Well, let's get to it,” Widowmaker reached around her back to open her bodysuit before gracefully stepping out of it to leave herself completely naked, then sauntered over to the normal chair to sit down on it with her legs spread wide, displaying her smoothly shaved pussy for all to see. “Come here, girl~” she purred, gesturing towards Meyrin with one hand and towards her spread legs with the other. “And take off that shirt of yours.”

“Um… okay.” With a light blush the redhead complied, slipping off her top and the grey bra underneath to reveal a pair of firm, youthful breasts, before getting on her knees in front of Widowmaker. Licking the woman's labia before parting them with her tongue, Meyrin found that while outside the skin was unnaturally cool, inside Widowmaker was as pink and warm as she should be.

In response to Meyrin's attention, Widowmaker drew in a hitched breath, raising her legs to drape them over the girl's shoulders and pull her closer, and in return Meyrin sped up her movements, bracing herself against the chair with her hands. Widowmaker's pussy was quickly getting wet, a light purple blush on her face, and she locked her legs behind Meyrin's head, pressing the girl's face directly against her pussy.

As Widowmaker kept increasing the pressure on her head, Meyrin noticed it was slowly getting harder and harder to breathe, until her face was completely buried in the woman's pussy and she couldn't get any air anymore, and she had to fight a brief flash of panic tearing through her mind. But Meyrin quickly shoved it down, knowing that this was part of the show and she had a job to do so she continued dutifully licking Widowmaker’s pussy, intent on bringing the other woman as much pleasure as she could.

Hearing Widowmaker's muffled moans, Meyrin continued licking her, even as she felt herself growing lightheaded, but she forced herself to keep going. Despite her sight being practically blocked by Widowmaker's pussy, colourful dark spots bloomed in Meyrin's vision and she tried to gasp for air, only to reflexively swallow instead, getting a good taste of Widowmaker's slightly metallic-tasting juices as her lungs slowly started to burn. Panic flashed through Meyrin's mind once more, far harder to force down this time, and the girl briefly attempted to pry Widowmaker's legs away from her, but the woman held her too tightly and didn't as much as budge before Meyrin caught herself and forced down her body's struggles, even now focussing all her attention purely on Widowmaker's pleasure, who let out another long moan in short order.

Meyrin kept licking Widowmaker's pussy, but despite all of her resolve, eventually the searing feeling in her lungs and the pounding in her head grew too much and she was unable to stop her body's panic reaction any longer. Her arms flailed and she pushed against the chair, trying to free herself, but Widowmaker was far stronger, especially after Meyrin had spent so much energy already, and with a cruel grin the woman locked her legs in place, only pressing Meyrin's face into her pussy even deeper.

By this point Meyrin was almost running on autopilot, still weakly pleasuring Widowmaker the same time she futilely tried to break free, but the bigger part of her just welcomed the fact that her pain would soon be over, while a small voice in the back of her mind noted how without ever touching herself her pussy was well wet and her nipples were completely hard, wishing she’d had the forethought to try rubbing herself - she might have had a chance to cum before the end…

At last, Meyrin could feel herself fading, pouring the last bit of her strength into pushing her tongue deep inside Widowmaker one last time, eliciting a small gasp from the woman, before her strength faded and her struggles subsided, and, her lips curled into one final smile, Meyrin's body fell limp.

As she noticed Meyrin stopped moving, Widowmaker chuckled. “Weak girl.” Looked like she was going to have to take care of her fulfilment herself. After keeping Meyrin's face pressed against her crotch a handful of seconds longer, she loosened her grip a little and reached down to turn the motionless girl around with a little effort, showing her reddened face smeared with Widowmaker's juices, before locking both thighs around her neck again. Maybe she already was dead and this was unnecessary, but regardless Widowmaker started fingering herself with one hand, plunging deep into her pussy while playing with her breast with the other, and after Meyrin's previous efforts only took a few more seconds before she finally climaxed.

Just as she came with a loud moan, Widowmaker tightened her legs around Meyrin's neck even more, arching her back as she swiftly twisted her hip and thighs in opposite directions, breaking Meyrin's neck with an audible crack. Her head tilted at an unnatural angle, the redhead's body briefly shuddered and spasmed before going limp for good, a dark spot of urine forming on her skirt as Widowmaker continued her orgasm, only fanned by the high of taking a life, shivering and shamelessly moaning for several more seconds before finally winding down.

That had been delectable. With a content sigh Widowmaker let go of Meyrin, the girl's body dropping at her feet, as she nodded towards Fang who got the clue and hurried over, pulling her knife as the woman gracefully licked her fingers clean before leaning back in the chair. “Do it.” Widowmaker tilted her head backwards to completely bare her throat and Fang grinned.

“With pleasure.” Without any further fanfare, Fang placed the knife against Widowmaker's neck and in one expert motion dragged the blade all the way across her neck, producing a huge fountain of blood. Yet even now Widowmaker's composure remained, and instead of flailing or struggling she managed to almost keep sitting still, only convulsing very slightly and letting out low gurgling sounds even as a stream of blood ran down her chest. It took about a minute until Widowmaker's movements finally slowed down and she went limp with one last sigh, her blood pooling between her legs and dripping onto Meyrin's body.

Once Widowmaker was completely still, Fang returned to Cynthia's side, gently pushing her to make the blonde woman move over to the other chair, before suddenly throwing an arm around her to drag her into a deep kiss, the other reaching between Cynthia's thighs to find the thin fabric of her pants completely damp in arousal. “Looks like you're ready.” Taking the dildo out of the way, Fang pushed Cynthia into the chair, leaning down to kiss one of her nipples through her dress, making the blonde draw in a sharp breath. Fang swiftly tied Cynthia's wrists and ankles tight to the chair with leather straps, before reaching for the seam of her pants and after a few moments managed to rip the fabric, tearing them open at the crotch to reveal her completely wet pussy.

Briefly kneeling in front of Cynthia, Fang slowly dragged her tongue along her pussy, making the woman shudder in pleasure, as she took as much of her juices with her as she could, before quickly getting up and deeply kissing Cynthia again in order to share her own sweet taste with her. Lightly panting herself, Fang licked the dildo for a few moments, briefly rubbing it on the outside of Cynthia's pussy before spreading her labia and pushing it deep into her, eliciting another moan from the blonde.

Walking behind Cynthia, Fang took a piece of rope threading it through a hole in the backrest of the chair, then around Cynthia's neck, and back through another hole, fastening it to a thin bar of metal. Turning it, Fang tightened the rope until Cynthia's neck was forced right against the backrest, then paused to reach between the woman's legs and flick a switch on the dildo, which started audibly vibrating as Cynthia let out another gasp, briefly closing her eyes in pleasure.

Giving her a few more seconds to herself, Fang started twisting the rope again, and as it started digging into her neck, Cynthia's first reflex was to try and escape, but her restraints held her firmly in place and she quickly caught herself, keeping her body's reaction in check and focussing on the quickly growing pleasure between her legs. Fang kept mercilessly tightening the rope, quickly reducing Cynthia's moans to voiceless gasps, and before long she couldn't help but strain and tense against her bindings, for all the good it did. Her own heartbeat audible in her ears, the edges of Cynthia's vision started to blacken, yet as her pain rapidly grew, by the same order did her pleasure, the sensation of the dildo in her pussy more intense than ever before.

It only took Cynthia another minute to finally reach her climax, her pain all but forgotten as she gasped and shuddered in ecstasy, the unrelenting vibrator in her pussy prolonging her orgasm further and further, her pussy and the chair positively drenched with her juices, until it finally subsided. Just then Fang increased the pressure once more, and Cynthia couldn't control herself anymore, wildly starting to buck and thrash against her restraints, desperately gasping for air. As her struggles continued, Cynthia's agony was soon replaced by numbness and she could feel her strength fading, her movements reduced to weak shudders and rasping gasps, and her vision starting to fade as her body gave up its struggles and darkness washed over her.

With Cynthia’s body twitching its final death spasms, Fang grinned, knowing it was now her turn. She turned to the guillotine, and began to strut over to it, hips swaying seductively, as she slipped the blue cloth off of her shoulder, unraveling it as it dropped to the floor, exposing a set of damp black panties over her crotch. Next came the bra, letting her breasts bounce freely with every step, then she stepped free of her boots, and finally let her panties drop to the floor, kicking them away, so that she reached the guillotine completely naked.

She leaned her back against one of the posts of the guillotine, one leg up on the bascule as she spread her pussy lips suggestively, slipping a hand in for a few seconds, then removing it to slowly lick her fingers clean of her juices, before she climbed onto the device, laying onto the bascule on her back, waving one last time to the audience before she slipped her head through the lunette, closing it around her neck with a click. Staring up at the blade hovering above her, Fang brought her left hand down to her pussy, already dripping wet with arousal, to begin pumping four fingers in and out of her depths while her thumb played with her clit, and her right hand came up to the lever holding the blade in place.

Although she hadn’t touched herself before this point, watching and participating in the other three deaths had already gotten her nice and hot, and it didn’t take much time at all for her to cum, a scream of pleasure escaping her lips as her body shook and shivered, juices spraying from her pussy while her right hand’s twitching pulled the lever - and she could only feel her pleasure grow even higher as she watched the blade release from its fixture as if in slow motion and drop towards her, severing her neck with a thunk, silencing her scream.

Fang’s head fell into a basket, a pleasured haze still filling what was left of her senses, even as she figured her body was shuddering and spasming, a fountain of blood spraying from her neck, and urine joining the juices coming from her pussy. With one final, joyous smile, Fang’s eyes closed as all her senses faded away, welcoming death as it claimed her.