Amy felt like she'd just run a marathon, she was almost completely exhausted as she lay there, panting uselessly on the bed. She could barely lift her head to watch as Bill went back to massaging her from the outside in to get her to relax so that she could withdraw her fist. The feeling of indescribable fullness left her, slowly, and squelchingly as Bill withdrew her fist, her smooth-skinned knuckles drawing the occasional squeak and moan from Amy's well-used frame.

Bill's hand was completely soaking wet with Amy's arousal when she finally pulled it free. “Heather, can you get me a washcloth from the loo?” Bill requested. “There's no way I can hold the scalpel with my fingers this slippery,” Bill added in explanation.

“No problem,” Heather grinned, walking the couple of meters needed to retrieve the miniature towel and handing it to her girl. “We wouldn't want you to slip and cut something you shouldn't after all,” Heather joked.

Bill wiped her hands mostly clean of Amy's arousal, leaving them the soft and damp but ready for the next step.

“Actually, what was the next step?” Bill wondered aloud as she picked the scalpel back up.

Heather was about to speak up when she caught a glimpse of Amy's hazel eyes widening. She leaned back, tangling her fingers through her neatly trimmed pubic bush and letting the green-skinned snuff toy talk instead of interrupting, eager to see what the 'alien' girl would suggest.

Amy blushed lightly at the question, her cunt still aching pleasantly from the abuse that Bill had put it through. The next step? That would have to be… “Well, this is a dissection?” Amy asked, more to remind herself of the facts at hand than for any confirmation. “So, unless you want to just carve out my twat and start dinner?” Amy added with a shiver. “Then the next step would be slicing me open to see what's inside, right?” Amy asked, a quiver of fear underpinning the almost lustful hope present in her words.

Bill blinked. That would be the next step wouldn't it? Bill half swallowed as she stared at Amy's bared green pubic mound. Everything up till now, the fisting, unhooding her clit, it had all been survivable. This next step could be too, whether for a human girl or an alien chick, but… with Heather and maybe even Amy herself egging her on? It probably wouldn't be. She wanted to do it. After getting to fist her, Bill's slit was dripping wet with arousal at just the thought of doing more! But, something held her back; some hesitance or moral qualm that she wasn't even sure was right…

"And you're okay with this?" She asked the green-skinned girl before her. "Being dissected, I mean? Having me cut you up?"

"You mean, am I okay with reducing me to nothing more than memories, trophies, and souvenirs? With you dissecting me? With you offing me for your own enjoyment just so that you and your very sexy little girlfriend can take my pussy as a romantic birthday meal?" Amy asked almost innocently as she imagined just how sexy Bill would look in the thigh-high boots and shoulder length leather gloves Heather planned to make from 100% pure 'alien' leather.

"You already asked me earlier, remember?" Amy's hazel eyes gazed back full of fiery arousal.

"Yes," Amy declared. "Please…" she begged. "Snuff me."

Bill's heart pounded in her chest at Amy's heartfelt plea. She couldn't understand the girl, no, the alien, sprawled helplessly in front of her; her green twat dripping on a lurid display of just how eager Amy really was to be dissected. Bill couldn't understand her, but that didn't mean that Bill couldn't give her what she wanted.

With her hands now dried on the washcloth her lover had brought her, Bill had no trouble at all lifting the scalpel to begin her work.

Her grip was firm as she drew the scalpel across the alien girl's pubic mound, feeling the blade drag a bit as it sliced through flesh like pulling on a zipper.

"Nnngh!" Amy grunted as the searing sting of the scalpel opening her up hit her. She struggled to stay still, a task made easier when she noticed that heather had secured her hands beneath her knees.

"Don't squirm," Heather admonished. "I can give you something to distract yourself with if you want?" Heather asked, almost completely rhetorically as she lifted her bared and pouting slit over Amy's clenched lips.

Amy opened her mouth, panting heavily into Heather's rose colored sex, her vision blocked by the soft pale globes of Heather's pert butt as she felt Bill begin to reach around inside her.

The sensation was almost indescribable, feeling Bill's fingers clasp around her waiting womb, the moisture from her own arousal stinging the edges of the incision Bill had made as they rubbed against the brown girl's questing wrist. This was what she had been bought for, Amy realized, not as a sex toy to lick and fuck but as an experience, an alien dissection; vivisection really.

“Is that her womb?” Heather asked her lover her as if to emphasize Amy's revelation.

“It looks like it,” Bill agreed. “Seems almost human, doesn't it?” she asked, intrigued. “Of course, the rest of her does too a bit, so just shows what I know.”

Amy gasped into the musky folds of Heather's sex as Bill squeezed her womb in her hand. “You sure this'll feed both of us?” the frizzy-haired girl asked. “It seems rather small.”


“Not by itself,” Heather admitted grinding the petals of her sex into Amy's pert young lips. “But we'll be cooking her filet as well,” the dirty blonde-haired girl reassured her lover. Savoring the feel of Amy's tongue as it began to probe her aching slit.


“And what should I do with this,” Bill paused, and Amy could feel the black girl's fingertips stroking one of her ovaries, “these?” Bill corrected herself. "Should I cut them open?" She asked, and Amy felt a sympathetic twinge as her body reacted almost subconsciously to the near certain prospect of future pain. Her tongue dove into the soft pink folds of Heather's snatch, searching every nook and cranny of the star-eyed girl's sex as she sought to drive herself to distraction and avoid the fate she could no longer see coming. Amy wanted this; dear god did she want this! But no amount of desire could stop her own instinctive reactions to the pain being promised.

"Well, it is a dissection," Heather drawled with a sultry half smile. "Wouldn't want to leave the work half done, right?"

Amy couldn't see Bill nod, but she could hear the telltale scrape of metal on metal which could only be the pair of scissors opening in preparation to meet her ovary.

Bill stared at the thumb-sized organ between her fingertips. It was soft and pliable, and she could feel the alien girl that her girlfriend had recruited squirming beneath her with every touch. Bill couldn't help herself. She pushed her own quivering sex against the smooth surface of Amy's bared upper thigh, grinding her lips against the redhead's supple flesh.

Careful not to cut herself, Bill brought the scissors that had been included in the Dissection kit that Heather had brought her to bear on Amy's vulnerable ovary and began to cut.

Amy's pained reaction was almost completely muffled by the lips of Heather's aching twat, but Bill could feel the way the green girl's leg tensed up beneath her as she snipped her eggsac in two, being careful not to drop either of the pieces.

"I never expected it to be so small…" Bill admitted looking at the two halves of Amy's cleaved ovary before setting them down on her belly.

"Unnnngggh! What do you want to do with them?" Heather asked as Bill picked up Amy's remaining ovary, thoroughly enjoying the way that Amy was using her tongue in an attempt to drive them both to distraction.

Bill paused, not quite sure. She was definitely enjoying the process of the dissection, but she didn't exactly have plans for afterwards.

"Not sure," Bill admitted. "You have an idea?" Bill asked, fairly certain from the look on Heather's face that her lover did.

"Well, usually people preserve specimens from dissection don't they?" Heather asked, bending down to pick up a particularly large necked bottle of Vodka. "Why don't we?" She asked, picking up a ruined half of Amy's severed ovary and dropping it into the Vodka with a cute splash. "Vodka's not exactly traditional, but this is a high enough proof it should work. We can display it in the bookcase; our own pair of pickled alien ovaries," Heather suggested.

"Damn," Bill realized. "That's kinda hot."

Amy clearly thought so too given the way that her whole body was trembling at the pronouncement, one of her hands slipping free from beneath Heather's knee and sliding down to play with her already abused folds.

"Let's do it," Bill agreed, picking up the other ovary half and dropping it in the bottle before taking up her scissors once more and quickly snipping off Amy's remaining ovary without even bothering to cleave it in two first.

Amy's body barely knew how to respond to the pain that shot through her womb and into her stretched and battered twat. She was barren now; spayed, like a pet cat. Bill had destroyed any chance for her to have children out of nothing but an almost childlike curiosity as she dissected the alien her girlfriend had gotten her; and while the pain was still shocking, the knowledge that this incredibly sexy nubian lesbian was destroying her bit by bit was making Amy's cunt drip with arousal.

With a soft splash Bill dropped Amy's last remaining ovary into the bottle of vodka and sealed the top tight.

"That'll do for now," Heather assured her lover. "We'll get a nicer container for them tomorrow."

Of course, Amy wouldn't be around to see what sort of container they decided on by then, hell, with Heather covering her face as she was, Amy couldn't even tell what sort of container they had right now! Her cunt was dripping wet, even with the lingering, aching pain of having her ovaries snipped from her, and Amy could feel her entire body practically thrumming in excitement!

Bill reached down through the cut she had made in Amy's body and tugged at the base of the green-skinned girl's womb before bringing the scissors to bare just behind Amy's cervix at the entrance to the now-useless organ.

Amy let out a low and throaty moan as the dual blades of the dissection kit scissors bit into her sensitive flesh, shearing her womb away on one smooth motion.

Heather shuddered, cumming over Amy's green-stained face as the redhead moaned into her folds. This was everything she could have possibly dreamed about when she thought up Bill's birthday gift. Having a girl writhing under her in a heady mixture of pleasure and pain as her girlfriend took them apart like a high school science experiment… Feeling the redhead shudder and quake as Bill dissected her, all three of them knowing what her fate would be, but the girl laying there, eager and unafraid… It was everything she'd fantasized about! Her climax ran through her like a bolt of lightning as she reached down, forcing Amy's face into her folds, grinding her petals against her lips! On and on it went as Bill placed Amy's womb on the redhead's stomach, the pink a vivid picture against her green skin.

“Oh! It's green inside too!” Bill announced, pulling the entrance open with a pair of forceps. “You can't paint in there… I… She really is an alien, isn't she?”

“Yes! Yes!” Heather cried out mid-climax, the only other person in the room completely muffled for her pleasure. It wasn't meant as an answer to Bill's question, but her girlfriend took it as one anyway.

“Holy! Cor! That's… Thank you so much, Heather!” Bill cried out suddenly hugging her girlfriend from behind in sheer love and wonder.

Amy smiled as she basked in the warmth of the two lovers enjoying her body. This was what she wanted when she signed up as a snuff-o-gram, for someone to use her, to enjoy her. She wanted to give someone an incredible experience they would never forget, and laying beneath the pair of lesbian lovers as they embraced each other? Amy knew that even if they called everything off right now and she somehow survived this, that she had done just that. Of course, Amy had no intention of that happening. Giving the girls a special night to remember was one thing, but she had heard their plans for her, and she knew that something even more special was yet to come.

It felt like several minutes until the girls ended their embrace, but Amy continued her appointed task all the while, licking and savoring the taste of Heather's arousal from her tender folds until the hug finally broke.

“You ready for the next part?” Heather asked with a throaty grin, but the question wasn't directed at her.

“Of course!” Bill answered readily. “All this dissection work is making me hungry.”

“Then you're in luck,” Heather laughed as she climbed off of Amy, leaving the freckled, green-skinned girl's face covered in her arousal as she maneuvered herself closer to her beautiful young girlfriend. “It's time to harvest her filet.”

Amy swallowed heavily. This was it! She could survive her womb being taken, but this… this was permanent. This was… would be… fatal.

They'd paid for her, she had signed a contract. Legally, Amy couldn't back out. And… beneath the rush of fear that that thought provoked in her in the face of Bill and Heather's plans for her? Amy realized… she didn't want to. She wanted these girls to ruin her! To snuff her! To take trophies! Her sex was positively dripping from the mere idea of it!

Bill searched out Amy's gaze to make sure that she was okay with this, and Amy met it with a large welcoming smile.

“I hope you've enjoyed me so far,” Amy half-asked as she stared back at the dark skinned woman whose present she'd become. “And… I hope you enjoy your birthday dinner too,” Amy confessed.

“Bill wasn't sure what to say in response. Seeing the alien girl surrender like this, seeing her give herself over completely to Bill's pleasure and enjoyment… It was… incredible. Was this why Heather was so fascinated by snuff? If it was… Bill couldn't exactly blame her. There was a heady jolt of power muddling her mind just from the thought of it! Actually snuffing this girl, this alien girl that Heather had bought for her… Actually eating her sex?

“I have,” Bill admitted. “And I'm sure your pussy will taste just as lovely!”

The smile that graced Amy's lips at that was one of heartwarming gratitude. She was glad they were enjoying her, enjoying destroying her… and the alien girl clearly, truly hoped that they'd keep doing it.

Taking that as her cue, Bill picked up the dissection shears and looked to her girlfriend for guidance.

“Okay,” Heather smiled as she took Bill's hand in hers and guided it to the entrance of Amy's sex. “Since I have plans for what to do with her, we need to do this carefully. Can you cut from right here, to the incision we made to pull out her womb? Right up the middle…” Heather coaxed her girlfriend.

Amy couldn't help but shiver in response. She could see where heather had positioned bill's scissors. More than that, she could feel it! The metal pressing right up against the sensitive nub at the top of her cunt! They wanted to cut her-

“Right through her clit?” Bill clarified as she stared at the protruding nub she'd unhooded earlier.

“Exactly,” Heather nodded with a smile. “Just like I said before. Just cut from there, all the way up to and through her cervix to the cut we made earlier.”

Heather made it sound so simple! So easy to cut through the most sensitive part of her body and destroy her womanhood… And… for Heather and Bill… It would be wouldn't it? It wouldn't be hard for them at all… But for her…

“I'll hold her in place for you, Heather declared as she moved her hands across Amy's hips to make sure she wouldn't wriggle free or otherwise disturb the cut that bill was about to make.

Bill nodded. “Well, if you're sure?” she confirmed. Heather nodded back. “Then here I go.”

Amy shivered as Bill opened the blades wide, carefully maneuvering the lower blade inside her still somewhat stretched-out cunt. She watched the upper blade as it moved up her body, the cold steel touching her inside and out… not cutting yet. Just… threatening her.

Bill was entranced as she stared at the brutalized alien girl before her. They'd taken her womb, her ovaries, they were about to take her cunt…. and still Amy looked like nothing so much as a freshly fucked co-ed ready for the next go around. She was… amazing. And Bill knew with a certainty that there was no way she'd ever be forgetting the alien girl that Heather had bought her.

“Please…” Amy begged as she waited for Bill to destroy her womanhood completely and utterly, “take it…”

“You heard her,” Heather smiled languidly. “Go ahead…”

Bill shoved the lower blade of the scissors deeper into Amy's sopping green cunt while the other hovered menacingly above the outside of her pubic mound. Slowly moving forward until Amy's clit hit the middle of the shears.

Amy could feel the cold steel of the razor sharp edge as it pressed against her clit, the pressure squeezing it as Bill began to slice her open; starting with her helpless, sensitive clit.

“Well? Are you going to make her beg for it?” Heather asked as Bill paused, the edges of her blades pressing against Amy's tender sex both from the top… and from within; their junction almost, but not quite slicing into her tender nub.

Bill paused, taking a deep breath to brace herself, savoring the moment. The tension in the room was palpable, and just as the cute alien girl lying helplessly in front of her opened her mouth to beg… Bill clamped down on the grips, slicing the other girl's clit in half with a single motion before following through, with the rest of Amy's slit; the blades carving her apart until she could peel Amy's bisected cunt apart all the way to her Cervix and look inside.

Amy gasped, the words she was about to say stolen from her as the pain of her battered and broken body hit her all at once. Her sex throbbed with arousal, her clit thumping thunderously in her brain as the pain and pleasure intermingled in her mind until there was no difference at all between the two. She came, but with her cunt cut apart she couldn't quite manage to squeeze the way she was used to, everything was different, wrong in a way that was oh so wonderful!

Bill was overcome with delight as every one of Amy's green folds was exposed to open air. She leaned forward, seizing her lover's lips in a fiery kiss as Amy began to bleed out in earnest below them.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” Bill praised as she broke the kiss. Amy was bleeding out, red blood, like her own. She could almost imagine that the alien beneath her was a real girl, another human being whose life she had ended, if not for her peculiar hue. “This was… We snuffed her!” Bill cried out in jubilation.

“Yeah,” Heather smiled slyly. “Isn't it wonderful?” Heather grinned as she moved between Amy's legs, grabbing the scalpel.

“You mind If I do this part?” Heather asked. “I know you're hungry, but I wanna make sure we don't accidentally damage her to the point that we can't use her to make you a sexy set of slave-girl panties…”

Bill's eyes widened at the image the thought of wearing someone she actually knew, even if she hadn't known them for very long. Someone she'd… someone she'd actually snuffed. There was no way her cute Orion snuff slut was going to survive what she'd done to her. Not with the way she was gasping and moaning unable to even struggle to save herself, her life's blood flowing out of her onto the floor.

Amy was wrapped in exquisite agony, the world seemed fuzzy and far away. Her body was ruined, and she could tell she was dying. It was every bit as sensual as she'd imagined. Murdered, used, snuffed… All for nothing more than the fleeting pleasure of a pair of college co-eds; only one of which really knew just who… and what, she was.

Amy's eyes were filled with tears, she was moaning in anguished ecstasy, trying desperately not to move her hips as Heather slid the scalpel into the meat of her twat and began to carve it away from her, leaving her skin pristine and untouched. She was dying. Heather and Bill were killing her. Had killed her. She couldn't survive this. She was a broken toy. Dinner.

The edges of her vision were fading to black as she felt the scalpel tear through her most precious place, harvesting her meat, carving up her pussy for the romantic dinner that Heather had planned for her girlfriend.

The pain was agonizing! It was intense! Impossible to ignore as Heather cut her meat free, placing it atop her already stolen womb. Amy could barely focus, she could barely think! Words passed through her without any meaning. Sexy. Bacon. Perfect. Tender. Cunt. Fillet. Panties. Meaningless words that Amy knew all meant her, but… couldn't quite grasp.

Heather was methodical as she carved out her prize, separating Amy's meat and stacking it for cooking.

“So do we just leave her?” Bill asked, engrossed by the still-cumming snuff-o-gram's final orgasm.

“Why not?” Heather asked. “She can watch, if she lasts long enough. See how tasty she was,” Heather finished with a soft smile at the green-skinned redhead writhing on the bed.

Bill nodded. Her gift didn't look like she'd last anywhere near long enough to watch them enjoy the fruits of her sacrifice, but… it didn't hurt to let her try.

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“A package came for you,” Heather announced, as she carried in an impractically large box wider around than her torso.

Heather knew what was in the box of course, she'd ordered it specially from a company suggested by the snuff-o-gram agency when she'd placed her order for Amy Pond a few weeks ago. They certainly did fast work, and Heather was hoping that their work was good as well.

Amy hadn't managed to hang on long enough to watch them eat her. She expired as Heather was soaking her filet in soy sauce and warming up the hot-plate. It was kind of a shame, but at the same time, Amy's death made the cunt-steak dinner Heather had planned even more intimate. It was just her and Bill, with no one else watching them. Amy of course had been wonderful throughout, the perfect Snuff-o-gram seamlessly becoming the perfect dinner. Her ovaries hung in a jar on their shelf labeled “Alien Sex Organs”, preserved in the batch of vodka that they'd opened up that night.

The box in Heather's hands? That would be the rest of her.

“Is that what I think it is?” Bill asked, an almost childlike eagerness gripping her. Bill felt like a kid on Christmas, ready to rip into her presents to see what she'd been given.

“It is,” Heather smiled softly as she placed the box onto the bed. The bedspread was pink now, They hadn't exactly rushed to do the laundry after Amy was snuffed, and that meant that the stains had never really quite come out. Neither Bill nor Heather minded though. The soft pink color was a palpable reminder of that night, and Heather at least got wet just from seeing it on her bed. She was pondering getting matching sheets.

Bill wasted no time grabbing the scalpel to cut through the tape and open the box. She'd been waiting a week for this, and she wasn't about to wait any longer.

“Oh!” Bill gasped as she got her first glance of what lay inside.

Heather peeked over her shoulder, grinning. Amy's head, still dyed green, had been well preserved before being mounted on the beautiful dark cherry-wood plaque. Her eyes, now glass replicas, were half rolled up in her head, her mouth open in a way that perfectly captured the Snuff-o-gram in a perpetual final orgasm. It was perfect, and Heather wasted no time lifting it from her girlfriend's hands to mount on the wall. She's already put in the mount for it a week ago, and Amy's head fit perfectly onto it, staring at the couple from the far end of the room past the foot of their bed. Heather was certain that Amy's expression would be more than enough to fuel their passions on many warm nights to come.

“Are these?” Bill asked uncertainly pulling a small plastic case no bigger than her own thumb from base to tip out of the box. Inside?

“Thumbsticks, for a game controller. Remember? We promised her that's what we'd do with her nipples.”

Bill nodded, setting the case aside. Heather played far more games than she did. Though… with these new thumbstick covers… maybe that would change?

Finally, Bill reached the real prize in the box, withdrawing a beautiful pair of green leather boots and opera-length gloves. Their source was obvious; the familiar freckles faintly dusting their length testifying to the material used to make them.

Bill set them aside and pulled the final piece of the outfit free, a pair of green leather panties, cut open from clit to top and laced together again with grommets and black leather laces that Heather had made sure were from the same source as the rest of the garment, just dyed for proper contrast. There was a bow over the clit and below it? The edges of Amy's own pussy lips, perfectly preserved and untouched. The final pair of grommets rested next to the ruins of Amy's clit, the black leather laces tied between them in a bow.

“Oh wow! This is…” Bill trailed off at a loss for words.

“Amazing?” Heather asked amused. “I told you it would be. Try them on.”

The panties slipped on easily, the laces barely needing any tightening, Bill's dark skin and soft bush showing through the gaps at the front, Amy's preserved lower lips teasing her own with every step. The boots followed, then the gloves until Bill was completely naked but for Amy, her bare breasts exposed, her pussy peeking out from her panties, and her legs and arms completely enclosed in the remnants of another girl.

“You know,” Heather began with an interested leer, “leather needs to be broken in to be comfortable, what do you say we start that process?” she finished with a meaningful nod towards the bed.

Bill smiled. “You read my mind.”

The End