Quiet in the Library [OC; f/f, f-self, molestation; strangling; necrophilia; non-con]

Having received a call on her pager – that thankfully had also excused her from a particularly boring geography lesson – Alexa unlocked the door at the end of the side corridor next to the school's library's main entrance and entered to find a blonde girl wearing only a light blue bra and panties strapped to the bulky chair in the middle of the room.

As soon as she heard Alexa enter, the girl – Misha, according to the message, Alexa vaguely recognised her as being from the same year, but they'd hardly talked more than maybe once or twice ever – started protesting and tugging at her restraints. “This is crazy, you can't do that! All I did was get a phone call, that's not even my fault! Let me go!”

“Oh, but it is your fault for not turning down the volume while in the library.” Alexa replied. “And besides, that was you third infraction in as many weeks, so if you're not gonna learn from the first two times, what else are we to do?” As part of the library club, it sometimes fell to Alexa to enforce the library rules, and they were quite clear on this part: Three cases of loudness or other disturbances within one month was punishable by death.

Walking up to Misha, Alexa tore away her bra, exposing the girl's somewhat small, firm breasts and eliciting a noticeable blush, then forced her chin upwards with her fingers to get a good close look at her neck, leaning close enough that her hot breath against her skin made Misha flinch as Alexa spoke. “You have such a pretty neck. I think I'm going to enjoy this.” Placing a soft kiss right on Misha's throat, Alexa smirked as the girl shuddered and swallowed, delighting in the movement of Misha's Adam's apple beneath her lips. Yes, this was going to be good.

“Please don't do this!” Misha started pleading again as Alexa walked behind her to go through the slightly haphazard box of tools at her disposal. “Just let me go, I'll be careful from now on, I swear!”

“A bit too late for that now.” There was a thick, coarse rope that would probably take a lot of strength and really would be better used for a hanging or something; a thin nylon rope, pretty standard fare; a super thin piece of wire with handles on the ends that was much better at cutting throats and allegedly had once decapitated a particularly slender student; a not so much rope as a piece of silk cloth, maybe a scarf, but rolled up or folded a few times it would do its job just as well as the nylon rope. “And if I let you go now, I'll be the one in trouble.”

After thinking for a bit, Alexa decided on the silk rope… scarf… whatever, folding it a few times and tightly gripping both ends before stepping up behind Misha. “Try not to struggle and it might be over faster.” That was pretty much a lie, and she really hoped Misha would struggle a lot. “Any last words?”

“Please, no! I'm begging you, don-” Alexa didn't even give Misha time to finish before wrapping the scarf around her neck and pulling it tight, cutting off the girl's voice. The realisation quickly setting in, within seconds Misha started gasping for air and straining against her restraints, but the thick leather straps fixing her wrists and ankles to the chair, which was in turn solidly bolted to the floor, didn't so much as budge.

Leaning forward as much as she could while maintaining her grip, Alexa took a closer look at the scarf digging into Misha's neck; while probably exerting just as much pressure at its centre as the nylon rope would, it was still broader and softer, leaving a much less sharply outlined impression in her skin, though still biting deliciously deep into it.

Misha's face was already starting to turn red, her expression a mixture of fear, pain and pleading and tears streaming down her cheeks as she continued to ineffectually squirm and struggle in her bindings, her chest heaving desperate for breath she wasn't going to get. “It's pointless, you know.” Alexa smirked at Misha. “Nothing you can do is gonna save you. But do continue, I love watching your futile struggles.”

Misha let out an indeterminate angry noise that maybe was supposed to be a 'fuck you' or something, but Alexa just ignored her, pulling back to just watch her continued struggles for a handful of moments, before slightly loosening her grip. Misha immediately started greedily gasping for air, but she'd barely finished the first breath before Alexa tightened the scarf again, pulling further back and downwards this time, forcing Misha's head to lean backwards, her neck resting atop of the chair's backrest, her Adam's apple shifting as she reflexively tried to swallow making for quite the lovely picture, and if she'd had a hand free, by this point Alexa would most definitely have been rubbing herself through her skirt. But as it was she'd have to contend with the recording – officially just made for some documentary and legal purpose, but inofficially a nice source of secondary income for the school – afterwards.

Alexa tightened her grip some more and the scarf dug into Misha's neck a little more, eliciting another loud gasp. By this point the girl's face was deeply red, streaked with tears and bits of drool around her lips and chin, and her struggles slowly growing weaker and more unfocused, but she still seemed to be hanging on. Intently observing her to take in every single second of Misha's struggles and last moments, Alexa continued strangling her, pressing and rubbing her thighs together to at least get some direct stimulation, but the effect was minimal.

After another two or three minutes more, Misha's struggles seemed to be weakening for good, her gasps almost inaudible, so Alexa tightened her grip as much as she could to finish her off, the scarf cutting deep into Misha's neck, making her Adam's apple bounce quite delightfully as she started desperately coughing and gasping. Misha's struggles flaring up one final time, Alexa leaned into the scarf with a good portion of her weight, briefly wondering if she might end up breaking her neck instead, but before it could come to that, Misha went limp with one final choked gasp, her body shuddering and twitching for a few seconds longer before going completely still, a stream of urine seeping through her panties and dripping into the drain in the floor.

Breathing somewhat heavily herself from the effort, Alexa held the rope around Misha's neck for another few minutes to be completely sure before letting go and returning the scarf to the box with the other ropes, taking a good deal of willpower to not just drop her skirt and panties to start fingering herself right now.

Instead she walked around Misha, the body completely limp, a bit of urine left on the seat of the chair, and her wrists and ankles visibly chafed red from struggling against her restraints, leaning closer to her face to take in that lovely pained expression, bloodshot eyes and tongue hanging from the side of her mouth, before focusing on the girl's neck. The skin was red and bruised, if not as sharply as if she'd used a thinner rope, and the skin hadn't broken anywhere either so there was no actual blood; instead the it looked like the different folds of the rolled-up scarf had left several different impressions of varying depths, though there still was a relatively distinct dark blue line of the innermost bit where the most pressure had been.

Trailing her fingers up Misha's neck, Alexa softly kissed the strangulation marks, exploring the textures of the blemished, hot, skin with her tongue, before pulling back after a good few moments. Unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her bra, Alexa took off her shoes to step out of her panties that were actually a little wet by now, then half sat, half leaned on Misha's body, starting to grind her pussy against the girl's knee. Taking a moment to adjust her position, Alexa quickly sped up, thankful for the sturdy bolts holding the chair in place right now, shamelessly starting to moan as her hands began exploring the girl's chest for a little bit before returning to her neck as well.

Kissing and caressing Misha's neck and throat as she continued grinding against her knee and thigh, Alexa took one hand off her to wrap it around her own neck with just enough force for her moans to sound a little strained, briefly musing just how it would feel to be in Misha's place and slowly strangled to death. But while she hoped she would make for at least as good a show as Misha had, Alexa found that she probably far preferred being the one to do the strangling as she instead wrapped both her hands tight around Misha's neck, irrelevant as it was by this point. With how turned on she'd been even beforehand, it only took Alexa another minute or two of grinding against Misha while choking her body before she came, her moans hitting a crescendo as Alexa tensed and shuddered, riding out her orgasm for as long as she could, before slowly winding down, lightly panting.

Taking a little bit to collect herself, Alexa properly closed her blouse again, putting on her panties, noticing in the process her pussy was still pretty wet, and her juices had left a small mess on Misha's leg, but not like the girl was in a position to complain anymore, and finally shoes. Then straightening her hair and skirt a bit, Alexa left the room, locking it behind her, to find a bathroom to get cleaned up a little, then get a teacher for the disposal of the body.