(9th is the youngest grade that kills people, but the majority of dying is done by munchkins. if anyone wants to steal this world, be my guest! <3 )

Just a one-shot, I don't have any active plans to follow Alyssa



Executrix Academy



Headmistress Higgins Executrix Preparatory School for Girls, Noon Seminar for 9th Grade.



The bell rang and the class filed in from the hallway. Mistress Dorna watched her students carefully. Today was a very special class and the Headmistress of the school was sitting in the back of the room to observe, but the girls were not to look at her. Any failure of discipline would result in the offender being ‘volunteered’ for a future demonstration. There were ten 9th grade classes, with girls about 14 years old, roughly 500 in this school in 9th grade alone. It was the only executrix school in the country. Executrix was a good job, and life was cheap, so even though of the nearly 16,000 students enrolled at any given time, only 30 would live to graduate each year, the school never had a shortage of applicants.


As the students took their seats, Mistress Dorna stood in the front to address her pupils. “Good morning class, and welcome to the first day of 9th Grade. In previous years, you have learned to handle axes and swords, to tie a noose, set up an electric chair, and last year you showed that you were each capable of properly hanging or beheading a cadaver. As I am sure you know, in 9th grade, you will start to use live targets, from former students in the younger classes who have not met school standards. Executions should very rarely be simply about death, they are a show. 30 girls in your grade will survive to graduation, and then when they are hired, the clients will expect to be entertained. To demonstrate, we have senior Alyssa Bigman, and her victim and sister, 11 year old and until she was late to her first class this morning, 6th grader Jenny. I expect you all to take notes as there will be a discussion and quiz. Alyssa, please come in, start when you are ready”.


The class watched attentively as Alyssa came in. She had a reputation in the school as one of the best students to come through in years. Half of the seniors would die before graduation, but her survival was virtually assured, and she would be a credit to the school. Several girls in the class felt their nether regions tingle as she entered. 5’8, D-cups, stunning green eyes, and an athletic build all displayed in a leather dominatrix outfit and fishnet stockings, she could have any girl she wanted with one smoldering look.


Her sister was a different story. Alyssa led Jenny on a leash, hands cuffed behind her back. Jenny was small, not five feet, skinny, with frizzy hair, big glasses, and just the start of tits under her frilly training bra. A good portion of the class felt bad, Jenny had probably wanted to follow her sister in this path, but she never had a chance, the glasses alone would have meant she couldn’t pass the physical at the start of 9th grade. Despite her death having been assured since she enrolled, Jenny didn’t seem upset, just curious, looking around the room, at the 50 older girls, at the execution devices around the room, at the swaying hips of her big sister, her eyes wide behind the comical lenses.


Alyssa led her sister front and center, smiling. “Thank you for having me Mistress Dorna, and I would like to congratulate the freshman class on making it this far. My sister Jenny wasn’t so lucky, but she’s going to help me with a demonstration today. Never forget, even snuff bunnies make a valuable contribution to your education, isn’t that right Jenny?” the small girl nodded, then smirked “Just be careful with me sis, I only get to do this once!” Alyssa chuckled, a couple other girls took this as a sign that it would be safe to giggle as well, and their Mistress didn’t mark anyone for it, the whole room relaxed a bit.


Alyssa went to the tool cabinet and pulled out a dao, a curved Chinese broadsword. She spun it around her hand a few times as she walked back “So you all have learned to handle a sword, right?”, the girls all nodded, Alyssa smiled “Good! Now, the dao is very well suited for beheading, but there is more to a good beheading than simply removing the head. It’s a show for the audience, and the connection between executioner and victim is more intimate and powerful than sex can ever be. A good executioner should be able to bring their subject to the edge of orgasm. A very good executioner should be able to take them over that edge”. Jenny was smiling broadly at that for sure.


Alyssa produced a blindfold and kissed her sister on the cheek as she took the comically large glasses and tied it “A good executioner should be able to remove the head while her victim is sitting, standing, or kneeling, all without it making any real difference. We’re going to start Jenny off standing, but that may change. The only position that is not allowed is for the subject to be lying down when their head is taken. It isn’t more difficult, but it’s poor form, because in a crowded room, it may be harder for some clients to see. So if the subject ever goes down during the show, it is on the executioner to remedy that, whatever it takes”.


Alyssa started circling her sister, who was visibly trembling with nervous energy. She touched the girl with the blunt side, causing her to jump badly. Jenny and half the class gasped on the next pass around when Alyssa reversed the blade, leaving her sister with a small cut on her upper arm. The third pass left her shoulder bleeding and one bra strap parted. One more rotation, this time with two quick motions of the razor sharp blade and little Jenny was topless, her adorable budding breasts fully exposed, and her nipples, hard as little diamonds, giving some indication to her feelings. She gasped with every touch of the blade, and her breathing had become rapid and shaky. Alyssa pinched one of her pale nips, Jenny whined in horny frustration and discomfort as Alyssa tugged it, leading Jenny by the nipple until she was standing on her tiptoes.


The older girl let go, continuing her circling. She touched to flat of the blade to nipples, buttocks, throat, and every other erogenous zone (which the girls learned to the same tune and at the same time they would have learned ‘Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes’ in the old days), brushing the unsharpened back against her visibly damp panties. Jenny was biting her lips and trying not to squirm as the sensations wracked her skinny body. She was no virgin, but her sister had been right, this was MUCH more intimate and erotic than sex!


Eventually it got to be too much, and Jenny sank onto her knees. Alyssa kept pacing, touching her with the cold blade, opening shallow cuts. Jenny looked like she had gotten into a fight with a box of razor blades, but Alyssa had such a gentle touch and the blade was so sharp, and she was so aroused that she didn’t experience most of it as pain, just electricity in every fiber of her being. That was, until without warning, Alyssa flicked the blade and Jenny was minus one nipple. It was pain like she had never experienced, but it also pushed her over the edge. Alyssa held her upright as her baby sister screamed and rode the most intense orgasm of her life. Alyssa could feel every one of her little muscles fluttering. The older girl was hiding it well, but after this demonstration, she was going to need to grab the nearest thing with a pulse and fuck their brains out.


Jenny was weak from blood loss, Alyssa was wearing boots to keep her from slipping. The little girl was also dizzy from the pain and orgasm. As her big sister flicked the sword and removed her other nipple, Jenny felt that overwhelming surge of sensations all over again. Alyssa could see that her sister wasn’t going to be able to stay upright much longer, and didn’t want to have to torture her to keep her up. So as the sweet girl was in the throes of her second orgasm, Alyssa grabbed her hair with one hand and swung with the other, cleanly decapitating her sister and holding the head high, presenting it to her audience. She gazed at the students, seeing more than half of the class biting their lips hard enough to draw blood, or grasping tables and desks harder than they normally could, in valiant attempts to ride out their own orgasms in silence.


They were absolutely quiet for a few moments, the only sounds being heavy breathing and blood still dripping from either of the two pieces that had been Jenny. Mistress Dorna broke the silence “Well class, I’m sure you would all agree when I congratulate Miss Bigman on a remarkable demonstration. I have seen many executrixes who have been graduated for a decade and couldn’t handle a sword well enough to put on that show. A round of applause for our performer and her subject I think?” the applause was deafening, Alyssa held the head high and took a bow.


Mistress Dorna covered a few key points before the bell rang for lunch and she dismissed her class. Alyssa hung back as they filed out. She had seen a redhead in the back of the room, with big glasses that would be the death of her, it seemed fitting. The pigtailed ginger was the last one to the door, and Alyssa put a hand on her shoulder, causing the girl to look up at her with impossibly wide eyes “How would you feel about skipping lunch and finding a nice quiet corner?” Alyssa asked her. The girl’s eyes got even BIGGER, like the human version of a pug. She squeaked and nodded furiously, too excited to form words. Alyssa led her to a classroom that would be unoccupied, set Jenny’s head on a desk to watch, and the two girls worked off some energy before the next class.