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Well, if you insist. :)
This has nothing to do with the Fountains story, just some more writing I had fun with.

Roommates (Cons, casual, snuff, impreg)

The heaviness of the door opening and closing, followed quickly by the muffled thump of the book bag hitting the floor, told me exactly the kind of mood my roommate Mike was in. I was laying in bed taking notes for Econ 101, but rolled more firmly on my stomach so that he would have an easier time slipping inside.

Sure enough it was a matter of moments before Mike grabbed my ankles, spreading me as he crawled between my thighs. There was a pause as he unzipped and made use of the small tub I kept on the shelf next to my bed, then in one smooth motion flipped my skirt up and buried himself to the root in my pink. Mike froze like that for a moment, hands gripping the the bare flesh where the skirt ended above my hips to keep his thrust from sending me sliding, then abruptly sighed, my softness relaxing his tension.

I pulled my headphones off, letting them hang around my neck, music reduced to a quiet murmur as I twisted to look at him. The twisting motions caused him to shift delightfully inside me, causing a few involuntary clenches and ensuring I was smiling when I spoke.

“Bad day?” I asked.

“Hey Sam,” he replied, beginning to gently thrust. “Not bad, but god I've needed a hole. There was this redheaded chick in the row in the row right in front of me… fuck!” The bed started moving as his motions became more vigorous recalling the source of his frustrations. “She fell asleep at just the right angle and I spent like the whole class starting straight down her top. I hope Doug took some good notes, because I don't even know what today was about.”

“Nice tits?” I can't say I was particularly interested, but it was clear Mike was intent on reliving the fantasies he had developed over the last period now that he had someone warm on his dick. Though the econ homework I was in the middle of ensured I wasn't particularly turned on, being filled was always pleasant so I was willing to talk a bit before getting back to it.

“Oh god, like you would not believe.” As he talked Mikes hands started wandering up inside my tee to my own breasts. “They were huge, soft, so pale you could practically taste the milk… fuck!” He wasn't really looking at me anymore, lost in recollection as he pounded my cunt and toyed with my responsive nipples. “I don't know who's bright idea it was to ban sex in class, but it sure kills the attention span.”

Mike and I had been roommate for about a month now, long enough to adapt to each other rhythms. I had been quite surprised when I saw his name listed next to mine on our door that first day. As rare as men were, I just assumed my chances of getting a live in dick were, well, not. He seemed just as surprised by my presence when he eventually walked in, and not just because I had been changing clothes at the time. He told me latter he hadn't expected anyone in his room yet, assuming he would be choosing a hole from one of the many on the floor. Not that my presence was really stopping that; a quick slice with a blade and he could have the girl of his choice moving in while I was still gurgling on the floor.

Still, he seemed pleased enough to keep me around. I didn't fit the classic definition of feminine beauty, with narrow hips and breasts that even when swollen with milk after a breeding barely made it into C cup range. It had been awhile since my womb last caught so they currently well below that. Up until now I didn't know Mike was much of a breast man. He quickly discovered just how sensitive my nipples were, both to pain and to pleasure, and that seemed to be all I needed to keep him satisfied.

Well, that plus my holes; he was always raving about how tight I was both places down below. Part of why he spent so much time in them I guess. I'm actually really surprised he hasn't managed to breed me yet. Being in our room pretty much meant being inside me, so there had been lots of chances. I wasn't complaining though, since it meant I had a shot at the extra credit project in biology this year. Speaking of which…

“Hey, Mike? Mike!” It took a bit to bring him away from his fantasy dream girl and back to the body he was actually using. His thrusts slowed eventually though as I captured his attention. “I need you switching holes. My pussy's has to be off limits for the next couple week.”

“What, really?” He stilled, and I gave him one last parting clench before he withdrew entirely, cock soaked in both natural and artificial lube. “But you hate anal. This some kind of lost bet or something?”

“No, nothing like that. Professor Sloan, you know, in the biology department? She's starting a study on possible phenome variations when one donor source is held constant.” I fell silent, tense as I felt his cockhead line up with underused backdoor. He paused though, working out what that the study meant, and eventually I started to breathe again.

While my pussy felt right being stretched aching around a hard cock, even a thick one that stretched me up to or past the pain threshold, when it was my ass on the line it just hurt. Mike was surprisingly ambivalent about holes for a guy, so it was actually pretty rare my ass got it. According to him I was tight enough that either hole felt pretty much the same. Though that did mean when I eventually did take up up the backdoor, it was bad.

“So, er, she's going to get someone to knock a bunch of sluts up?” he asked after working it out, then thrust, as before burying himself to the root in a single go. I screamed, or attempted to anyways; he had caught me just as I finished exhaling so instead I just kinda choked as I forgot how to breathe. I could thrash though, and did so with vigor. Mike must have enjoyed the sensations as I twitched beneath him, as he immediately did it twice more, both times just as shocking as the first. The corner of my mind that was still operating was just starting to wonder if this would be one of the anal sessions I passed out on when my lungs finally caught up and I was able gasp for air.

“Yesss,” I groaned, using the conversation as a distraction from the burning pain. “Sloan's brother-IN (ugh)-law is doing her, heR FUCK! her wife, and 60 of (ugh) us undergrads.” As always the pain didn't so much fade as go numb, but it was enough to allow me to catch my mental equilibrium. “We get bonUS! credit for taking part and we can do our finAL! paper on our observations after we all pop.” By this point I don't think Mike was paying me the slightest bit of attention, fully focused on pounding my ass to oblivion. Shrugging mentally, I slid my headphone back on, took a nice big fold of the bed sheets to grip my teeth on, and went back to attempting to read. There was a trick one of my friends swore by, using the number of thrusts and how much they hurt as a memory aid while studying. This would be the time to test it.

*******

At some point after his second load I must have passed out. I woke with a start, ungluing my lips from the book I had drooled into. Mike was still oozing out of my throbbing hole, though the man himself was gone. His girlfriend Cindy was a really good cook so he often had dinner at her place, snuffing something on the way if she was running low on meat. At the thought of food my own stomach started rumbling. I wasn't so lucky as he was, and resigned myself to school food after a visit to the girls restroom for a quick enema. At least Sarah would be there.

The cafeteria was packed, as it always is this time of evening. The food wasn't great at least for us girls, but it was cheap and all you can eat, both of which far outweigh taste considerations for your typical broke pregnant college student. I could see the nights roast turning slowly on its spit behind the counter as I grabbed my tray of, well, mush. The cafeteria girls were slicing generous portions from the girls long lean legs as her missing head watched through tired eyes from a nearby shelf, long dark braid nearly touching the floor four feet below.

Technically anyone could buy her meat, but fresh prices meant that it was reserved exclusively for special occasions for the majority female population; only boys got fresh girl included in their scholarship as part of the recruiting effort. Prices came down significantly in the morning as leftovers were used in bacon and sausages, especially because a significant portion of the student body elected for extra sleep over breakfast.

“Hey, Sam!” Sarah's voice could be momentarily heard over the din of conversation. After a moment I spotted her waving arm from a spot near the window. Sarah tended towards goth styles, and sure enough today she was wearing a black dress that was working overtime on its supportive capabilities while only phoning in its skills at actually covering something. She wasn't wearing the corset I was used to seeing her in back at home, though the case of triplets she had caught made that something of a lost cause. Instead, her getup doubled down on extra bosom.

“Hey all,” I said, as I slid gingerly into the open spot Sarah created for me. The hard plastic benches did not feel good after Mike's attentions.

The rest of the table murmured or smiled a welcome. They were all Sarah's friends or friends of friends and though they were nice enough I was definitely still the new girl.. This being just three weeks into my freshman year I hadn't really got to know anyone well enough for them to be anything more than acquaintances. Sarah and I, however, had grown up nearly as sisters despite being a year apart, so now that we were both in the same school again she was rapidly integrating me with her new click.

Sarah herself was much more enthusiastic. “I love being able to just hang with my home girl again, even if she does miss half the meal!” she exclaimed, giving me as tight a hug as she could manage with her massively gravid belly. Last Valentines she had been hosting a party that had been crashed be a couple of boys. Being the host, and hot, Sarah had naturally been one of the girls that got breed. I had been rather depressed for awhile as it was the first time the two of us hadn't gotten pregnant together. End of an era and all that. Still, that was eight months or so ago.

“Sorry I'm late,” I replied, returning the hug. “Mike got himself all worked up over some redhead in one of his classes. He was some time working out his frustrations in me.”

“Don't give me that, I know how tight your holes are,” Sarah replied, sticking her tongue out and wriggling it for emphasis. “I bet you had him popping inside 5 minutes.”

“Well sure, the first time,” I shot back, prompting general laughter from the rest of the group. “Hey, is there anything left to drink around here?”

“Sorry, I think I'm empty,” Sarah said, giving her exposed breast meat a light squeeze.

“Snooze you lose,” the slightly butch Tonya added, making a wet smacking noise that prompted another ground of general laughter.

“I think I might have some still,” a quieter voice spoke up. Lin, or Min, were a pair of slender Asian twins I had yet to be able to tell apart, in large part due to them always doing everything together. Including giving birth; they had both popped within hours of each other just after the start of the school year. I patted the seat next to me and she came shyly over, pulling wide the keyhole slit cut in her top to expose her heavily hanging teat.

“Thanks,” I said, leaning down to give her a try. The initial sucking didn't get much, clearly the table had done a number on her as well, but after giving the milky orb a squeeze that brought tears to her eyes the flow was finally started. I proceeded to fill my glass, her quiet whimpers not interrupting Tonya's complaints about having to get to know a whole new roommate after her last was executed for involvement in a traffic accident. Eventually I had to concede the girl was truly empty. I nodded a quick thanks to her as she wiped tears away before turning my focus to Sarah.

“Hey, did professor Sloan get those plugs yet?” We both had Sloan as an instructor, but for Sarah it was the last class of the day instead of seven o'fuck in the morning like mine.

“Oh right,” Sarah replied. She started fishing around in her book-bag, eventually coming up with a device slightly longer than a normal dildo. Fully metal, one end was domed with a hole centered in it, while the other was more complicated, tapering before expanding into a narrow T like element complete with a jeweled button and small keyhole. After inserting and properly aligning it, pushing the button would plunge the hidden part through the wearer's cervix, where it would expand like an umbrella to lock the device in place until the key holder, Sloan, released it.

“I don't know how you've managed to avoid catching child with a male roommate so far, but this will help any 'accidents' until your project,” she said, handing it over.

“Seriously?” Tonya asked as she caught sight of the device. “You luck out with a guy and a V-plug is your first thought?”

“It's for a project,” I said defensively as heads turned my direction. “Nothing wrong with extra credit, and I'll just need to wear it for two weeks. Besides, it's not like I asked to room with Mike.”

“Snuffed cunt doesn't need extra credit. You really think you'll be around at the end of year? Especially if you start taking pussy away from a guy?”

“You haven't felt her ass. Talk about tight!” Sarah butted in.

Tanya grinned and stood up. “I'm about too,” she said with a smirk, marching over. I rolled my eyes at Sarah as I scooted back slightly to hang my rear hole over the edge of the bench.. Sarah just gave me a mischievous grin. Tanya gave her fingers a quick lick for lube before reaching under my skirt and popping a pair of fingers straight inside.

“Ohh, that is tight.” she said. “And sensitive!” she added as I stifled a yelp. Two was about the limit of what I could take comfortably, and the attention Mike had given that afternoon made it all the more tender. I groaned as another finger was added. Luckily that seemed to be about as far as Tanya could go. Though that just meant it was the rest of the tables turn. Min, or Lin, whichever one I wasn't drinking, had a small enough hand to get the entire fist up inside. As the only one to accomplish this feat she was immediately called on to explore how deep I was. In no time I was gasping for breath as her hand started to pound my diaphragm from the inside, completely out of sync with my breathing as I engulfed her halfway to the shoulder. Apparently I was pretty deep despite being narrow.

Dinner time explorations pretty much took the last of my energy, so by the time I got back to my room bed was the first thing on my mind. I had just finished stripping and crawling gingerly into it when Mike got back. Cindy lived off campus, and he always complained that his classes were too early for that kind of trip first thing in the morning.

Mike was nice enough to offer a chance to clean and lube his dick before crawling into bed behind me. I couldn't quite place who I tasted on his dick; Cindy was a pretty familiar taste to clean off Mikes dick at this point, and this wasn't her. Still, it's not like I got much of a chance to taste. Mike was still talking about “giant redheaded tits” as I sucked, and it wasn't long before my mouth wasn't good enough and he needed a real hole. There was only one of those available.

Class started early the next morning for me and I needed sleep, so shortly after muffling the initial scream with my pillow I started groping for my favorite strangling cord. It was just out of reach, but Mike got the idea and in no time at all I was choking my way to blissful unconsciousness while he stayed up awhile longer, finishing his needs with my body.

*******

It was morning, and the pain in my ass was moving, sending waves of pain through my ass as he groggily attempted to turn off the alarm. I managed to catch a glimpse of the clock. Crap. 10 min. Quickly I hopped out of bed, releasing a veritable torrent of sperm as my fleshy plug was removed. Seems Mike had pretty good dreams as well. Just enough time for a body shower to clear out the sweat and tears of the night, drag a comb through my hair to get the worst of the knots out, throw on a crop top and the last of my clean skirts. After throwing a shoe at the still sleeping Mike in a attempt to prevent him from being too late to class I flew out the door, hopping as I ran while attempting to fit in the vaginal plug.

Luckily class is close, as in next the next building over, and I made it with a minute to spare. It's basically impossible to lock a V-plug on the run I discovered, so I made use of that time to carefully align the locking mechanism with my cervix and hit the jeweled end of the plug to trigger its release. My next discovery was that its also very embarrassing to lock a plug while in public; I couldn't help but yelp and clutch at my mound as the sudden internal pain flared, which of course resulted in every head in the class turning to see me doubled up and whimpering.

Fortunately I was saved by the teacher calling class to order, so I was able to check that umbrella like locking mechanism was correctly seated in my womb without to many prying eyes. I sighed as I also realized just how effectively my pussy was protected. Not only would I be experience no dick for the next couple weeks, fingers also appeared to have lost access as all my sensitive bits were sealed behind the plug's metal shield.

And that was pretty much it for excitement for the next two hours. I hate econ.


I was sitting in our computer chair when Mike got back. His Monday/Tuesday schedules were the same, so I knew that redhead would have him needing a hole again. I stood up and flipped my skirt up as he unzipped and slid under me; in no time I was rooted to his lap as his cock explored my belly button from the inside. With the stretching from last night and half a day to heal it didn't actually hurt that bad.

“What are we watching?” he asked, easily looming over my head as my small frame quivered in his lap.

“The Batchler,” I replied. “They're doing a marathon of last season before this seasons premiere. Not sure which episode they're up to.”

“Oh,” he replied, rapidly losing interest. His hands slid up to my chest, but the small size there evidently spoiled his big redhead fantasies so they quickly moved back down to my hips where they assisted in my pain filled bouncing. We attended to our mutual TV and anal related entertainments for a few minutes in relative silence before he spoke up again. “Hey, so I spoke with Rose today,”

“Rose?” I asked, still mostly engrossed the show. I'll admit, it was starting to feel kinda good having my ass filled, especially as the blond on screen started screaming as the losers spit reached the end of her own anal channel.

“Oh, that redhead I was telling you about yesterday? She's Rose… um, didn't get her last time. We managed to talk briefly after class today. You'd love her tits, they feel as nice as they looked.”

“Glad to hear.”

“I had her transfer over as my roommate.”

Wait, what? I could feel him twitching deep inside me as I froze on his lap, his words taking a moment to process. “But… there's not enough room for three in here.” I said stupidly.

“Well of course not, three's against school rooms anyways. You know that.” His hands started sliding up and down my midriff, clearly hinting I should continue my bouncing, but I was too surprised to take the hint. “She's going to stop by the school morgue on the way over, bring a body bag with the rest of her stuff so you're an easy cleanup. You really are going to flip over this girls tits.”

I really could care less about redhead tits. “Goddamn it Mike, you could have said you were planning that yesterday before I locked my cunt off for an impregnating I'm apparently not going to be around for.”

“Well I didn't know if she was available or not, now did I. It's rude to grab another dudes fuckhole…”

“Yea, like that's really something to worry about with as many of us girls around. You were just being tactless, as always! Only this time I'm the one paying for it by missing out on two days worth of orgasms before snuffing it!” I stared intently at the TV, more to let him know how pissed I was rather than because I was still interested in what was playing. After a minute of awkward silence he eventually started bouncing my body on his lap again, letting the tightness of my rear hole mechanically jerk him off.

He came quickly, but I made no acknowledgment of the fact. Nor did I acknowledge the light motions he made indicating he'd like out from under me as he softened inside me. If he wanted me off him, he could damn well apologize. Of course, he wouldn't, not in this mood, so I only got more pissed as the silence got angrier. Eventually the next episode started.

This appeared to be the Valentines day special, and all the contestants were tasked with presenting the heart of someone close to them as “proof of their love.” Bullshit, but it did make for interesting television. For the most part this meant sisters snuffing sisters, though the clear winner was one of the older ladies, in her late 20's who apparently had just had her first born come of age. I could feel Mike hardening inside me for round two as the elegant woman buried her hand elbow deep in her screaming daughters chest before gripping the pumping organ and ripping it from the girls slender body. I took pity on Mike and started bouncing once again as the girl boggled at her still pulsating flesh for a moment before her life faded.

The tension was thoroughly dissipated as the next short clip made both of us burst out laughing. A skinny blond cheerleader type had apparently decided to surprise a friend in the middle of the night to collect her valentines gift, but apparently had not fully appropriated the risks of sneaking into someone else' home. 30 seconds later the girls tight white shirt was quickly turning red as she twitched her life away on the floor, both perky tits sporting new lead based piercings. A camera women who had entered the room first (and far more quietly) for a shot from a different angle sat slumped against the wall, staring down in shock at where her own ventilated breasts heaved beneath her professional business attire. The friend herself sat topless and gaping in bed, staring in bewildered astonishment at the surviving camera team hanging just outside her bedroom door, smoke still trailing from the barrel of the pistol she kept under her pillow.

The episode had just transitioned to the ritualistic impaling of the (surviving) loser and presentation of the fillet to the winner when someone knocked at our door. I stood and turned off the TV while Mike bounded to the door, zipper still down to allow his hard cock to swing freely. There was a muffled conversation at the door, then he stood aside to let a red haired woman come in, one hand idly stroking his juice slicked dick. Rose.

She did have nice tits, I had to admit even as someone not particularly interested in women or their associated body parts. Today she was wearing a green halter top that conformed tightly to her torso, with two hole cut in it that each stretched tightly around the base of each tit allowing them to bounce unrestrained and a surprisingly long skirt, though it was split up the sides so-as to allow easy access. She was tall, taller than me, admittedly was not saying much, which placed each of her hard pink nubs right at mouth level. A milk lunch, even draining both teats from someone as productive as Sarah, still makes for a light lunch for a grown woman, so I could feel my stomach rumbling a bit at the pale softness of her milk tanks.

“Hey girlfriend you are so cute!” she exclaimed as soon as she saw me. I exchanged glances with Mike, a bit bewildered by her excitement, before I was suddenly surrounded in boob flesh. “Thanks so much for letting me be your roommate we're going to have so much fun with that dick! Oh I'm sorry I'm Rose Mike asked me to move in just this afternoon!” The woman barely seemed to breathe between breaths I thought as I squirmed out of my soft entrapment.

“This is Samantha,” Mike said.

“Sam,” I quickly added once I was free again. It was only a moment though before Rose was back on me.

“You have the most darling nipples!” she exclaimed, rolling my tube top into a single cord before I could protest and exposing my own small breasts to the world. “They look so small and oh look how they perk up!” I glared at Mike, who was clearly struggling not to burst out laughing. “Pity about the breasts though.”

“Thanks, I think,” I said, trying to fend off her ten hands as they drifted from my now hard nipples to what lay under my miniskirt. “Look we not going to be…”

“Oh a vag plug! Live that anal only lifestyle! girl You must have tons of practice back there!” She winked and pulled on the plug I had inserted that morning, leaving my gasping as my entire sexual plumbing from my lips to my womb jerked inside me. It felt more like a babies kick than anything sexual, but it was still deeply shocking. Not as shocking as when she abruptly shoved her hand up my ass. “Someone's been having fun!” she exclaimed as she felt Mike's recent deposit on her fingers.

“Mike!” I yelped, hoping for some assistance. It came out closer to a scream.

“Ok, ok,” he said, fighting off a grin. “Rose, get over here. This dick isn't going to suck itself.”

“Of course not that would just be silly” she said, still talking dropping to her knee's. “Though I wonder what a dick that could mmmph mphh!” It took a moment, but with her mouth full of cock the girl finally shut up.

We all stopped a moment, Mike and Rose both quite happy with the dick sucking going on while I stood frozen with a death grip on her arm, afraid of what any movement would do to my sphincter. Luckily Rose had relatively small wrists, so while I could feel her fingers playing with my insides while she sucked away, as long she didn't go deeper or try to pull out I was OK for the moment. Mostly.

“We're not, going to be, roommates!” I panted, trying to keep the pain in control. She pouted up at me before I continued. “Who do think the body bag was for?”

“Oph at as fphm u?”

“Don't talk with your mouth full” Funny guy Mike injected.

“I'm getting snuffed and tossed, you're getting the room and that dick, and Mike's getting”

“Dem titties,” he finished for me, though I did note that he wasn't quite as excited as he had been before she showed. And talked.

“By the way Rose, I'm really not much of an anal person as you seem to think, so if you could just, carefully…”

“Ogh ory,” she interrupted as she sucked.

“Arrrgh, god dammit!” That was not how I wanted to finish my sentence, but as she ripped her hand out it kind of finished itself. I HAD to be bleeding after that, though I wasn't sure I wanted to know. “I going to go slip into something a bit more deadly. You two,” I paused, Rose had gotten her perfect tits involved in the BJ and Mike looked to be in bliss. Both seemed to have completely forgotten about me. “You two have fun.”

I limped my way to the dorm door. In the hallway just outside I found three rolling suitcases and the neatly folded rubberized bag that would be my new home. As I spread it out on the hallway floor and unzipped it I could hear the sound of fucking starting up from inside, as well as the renewed sound of muffled conversation. I was shaking my head as I crawled inside the bag; it was just as well I wasn't male, because there was no way a pair of tits was worth… that. The last light I would see faded as I zipped the bag back up and that was it. Only thing I had left to do was asphyxiate.

It seemed to be taking forever. The sound of fucking was still audible, though after awhile the conversation suddenly ended. The air was just starting to get stale when I heard footsteps and voices coming from the communal hallway door and started coming closer. I recognized one as my dorm neighbor April and called out a tired greeting as they were passing.

“Sam, is that you there?” she replied as both sets of footsteps stopped.

“For the moment, Not for much longer I don't think.” I replied.

“I can't believe Mike finally decided to toss your scrawny ass.” I jumped as a foot suddenly prodded my side, the sudden intrusion of a new sense into my world of darkness and sound shocking. “You in one piece in there?”

“Yea,” I answered. I felt like I should say more, but somehow it just didn't seem important anymore. Suddenly a crushing weight landed on my chest as April plopped down on me. She was built like a dark haired amazon: big butt, big tits, just general bigness. She worked out far to much to have any fat on her, but between her build and fitness regime she was half again my own mass at least. Still, her weight wasn't the only reason it was becoming difficult to catch my breath.

“Want some help getting off before you go?” April's voice was much lower now, sultry, and inches from my ear. Her hands were on my chest, fingers flicking the two small protrusions I was making in the encapsulating rubber. I could feel another pair of hands belonging to April's mystery companion touching my flat stomach just behind where April was sitting. Slowly they starting trailing down to my junction, stopping only briefly to toy with my naval.

“I wish you… could… but… oh!,” I broke off with a moan, panting. Did I mention I have sensitive nipples? I have sensitive nipples, and Mike wasn't the only one who knew about them. I could feel the soft touch of April's heavy breasts as they hung on either side of my covered face as she twisted and pinched my nubs, staying just on the sweet side of pain. The air was really starting to go bad quickly now, and it felt so good to be squirming in pleasure rather than desperation as some level of me knew I would otherwise be doing.

Below the delicate fingers had finally reached my thrusting core when suddenly they vanished from touch. A moment later all my internal sexual plumbing jerked and I knew the source of my frustration had been discovered.

“Oh!” a strangers voice squeaked before continuing on in a slightly more normal tone. “I think she's been plugged April.”

April's attention to my upper body slackened as she replied. “Oh, that's right. There was this pregnancy project she was going to take part in.” The air was gone, each breath did nothing to satisfy the slow burn in my chest. I started squirming with increasing panic. “She was supposed to have plugged herself to keep from getting accidentally bred before it started.” I could feel her thighs starting to clench as she started grinding on my trashing body. Doubly pinned both by her and the body bag my struggles accomplished little beyond wasting energy giving her the pleasure I had been denied.

JERK. A sudden pain in my neithers shocked enough adrenaline to bring me back to full conciseness, for a moment. It didn't last, and I had the the hazy thought that my sex had given up on me and was making it's escape. I needed my womb for something, though I couldn't remember what. I tried to cover my opening, but something was in the way. JERK. How rude of my pussy to abandon me just because I was… something. JERK. JERK JERK. Whatever. I'd find it in the morning.

*********

Light. There was a bright light surrounding me as I lay still. I was breathing, or at least I thought I was, though I wasn't really sure why. Dead girls don't need air, I thought. My body instantly rebelled when I tried to stop though, so I let it continue. There was a sound too, now. It was… annoying. It brought to mind roses, which was odd because I had never pictured roses to be a particularly annoying plant. My lungs gave up waiting for me and took a sudden gasping breath on their own, deep enough to jerk me into sitting upright. Immediately there was a sharp pain in my forehead and I was back to laying on the ground.

“Ow fuck!” I cried out. Wait, no, someone else said that, I couldn't spare the air and just thought it. Each lungful of air caused the light to recede until it wasn't quite so blinding. A shadowy figure emerged above me, clutching it's head where we impacted. More details. Feminine silhouette… wow, very feminine… red hair…. oh. Crap.

“Hi Rose,” I groaned, rubbing slowly at the spreading bruise on my forehead where we'd crashed. My limbs were tingling from the near asphyxiation, so the motion felt strange.

“Sam you're alive! I wasn't expecting that! Or you to pop up like that! That really hurt!”

Take a breath girl, I thought. Let the comma enter your vocabulary.

“What are you doing out here? Why aren't I snuffed?” I frowned as one more detail entered my returning consciousness. “Why do you have my knife?”

“We're going to be roommates after all!” she exclaimed, stepping into the bag with me. Unlike me, Rose was fully nude, body glistening with her recent exertions. I wiggled to one side, allowing Rose to start laying down next to me as that penetrated.

“Oh.” The bag was one size fits all, so with just me it was rather roomy. Two however… well, it'd be intimate. I found myself wishing Mike had kept her busy another minute or so; my corpse would have much fewer shits given about finding itself sharing. At least the air would go faster with two of us. She wrapped a arm around me as I was squirmed right off the floor, resting partially on her left torso and mostly on boob. I could taste Mike, showing it was more than just sweat that was spread on her chest.

“You are so cuddly!” Rose exclaimed, giving me a squeeze as we lay together. I gave a suckle, and was amazed at the taste of her milk. Mentally I took it back; if quiet was in her vocabulary this might actually feel rather pleasant.

It wasn't.

“You ready to get to snuffing!?”

“Um, sure,” I replied. She had unzipped my, our, bag way more than was necessary, leaving the lower zipper down by our feet. I had to sit up to reach it, regretting the hard plug that meant the warm softness of her thigh couldn't penetrate to my primed cunt. The knife being handed to me as I leaned back was something of a surprise.

“Er, what's this for?” I asked dumbly, sitting back up.

“Me silly!”

“Not a fan of suffocation or something?”

“Oh no! Though that's super fun too!” I gave her a look until she continued. “I told you! We're going to be roomies! Mike wants to keep my tits to turn into a pillow since you're so flat!” My grip tightened slightly on the handle. “He said to cut them off out here in this to avoid a mess! The rest of me can just be tossed he said!”

“So, wait. What? I'm not getting snuffed?”

“Of course not! How could we be roommates if you're dead too?!” I gestured futility at the bag, but Rose didn't seem to notice. “He thinks you'll look pretty hot all preggers! Probably will keep you around at least till that's over! Maybe you can talk him into gutting you afterwards! You felt so nice inside it would be fun to see it all hang out!”

“Sure, I'll… think about it.” It hurt bad enough having people play with my guts while they were still inside of me, I didn't relish the thought of having them extracted for even more abuse. If some guy wanted entrails out for whatever reason I'd accommodate of course, but actively trying to get gutted? That was a whole other level of crazy. I took hold of a breast and pulled, eyeing the point where it connected to her chest wall. “You going to be quiet while I cut?” I asked, as I repositioned myself to straddle her pelvis, pinning both arms between to her side.

“But the screaming is the best part! I'm not stopping till I snuff it!” Now there was an idea. “Hey! Maybe if I scream loud enough Mike will have another go at your ass! If not you can always see if my lopped off tits get him… urk!”

Rose stared wide eyed at me as I buried the knife in her throat, It jerked as it bounced off her spine and I winced, hoping I hadn't put a hole in the bag where stuff could leak out. The girls mouth STILL seemed to be trying to talk, though all that could come out were strangled choking noises. I ripped the knife back out, provoking a full spasm that brought her fully off the ground. As I hoped the knife managed to miss most of her veins so the spray wasn't too bad. Still, there was some, so I quickly zipped the top section of the bag closed, hiding her bulging eyes and brilliant red hair from the world.

She was starting to trash, but panic had killed any sort of coordination she might have had so I was able to control her from my mounted position despite my small stature. Her breasts' size made them easy to capture regardless of her motions and in no time I was sawing through the first one. Each slice sent agonized tremors through her body, but very little sound escaped her ruined throat. I was quite pleased with the silence.

She was still twitching weakly by the time I finished with her second breast. It felt good having her jerking warmth between my thighs, though the lack of sensation as I ground against her stomach was frustrating. I reached back, feeling Rose's own flower clench weekly as her last seconds crawled past. I don't know if it was blood loss, drowning, or just plain shock that finally killed her, but feeling the soft lips slowly still as their host died was deeply arousing. I humped harder against her remains, still getting nothing. Two more weeks. Damn it.