Sammi Soma’s Termination Tutorial

A bell chimed to alert Kenzie that someone entered the building. The little blonde secretary yawned as she turned her attention from her game to look at the newcomer, then gasped audibly as her brain struggled to process what her eyes surveyed.

Walking through the automatic doors was a teenage girl of Asian descent; except for a pink knee-high socks with purple rings, and violet butterfly glasses. Kenzie observed the teen’s firm D-cup tits, erect brown nipples leading the way, floated towards her; with them, a nicely toned stomach and hips which curved slightly outward, carried by a pair of smooth firm legs. Two long, chestnut-brown, pigtails, with streaks of pink, flowed behind her as she walked. She stopped centimeters from the desk, Kenzie looking up into her brown almond-shaped eyes.

“Hi!” She said, in an exaggerated, high-pitched, overtly friendly voice. Kenzie’s jaw dropped.

“Are you…?”

“Samantha Soma. Better known as Sammi Soma.” Sammi smirked as Kenzie struggled to catch her breath.

Sammi Soma, pop and country singer, and the third starlet of the long running children’s program, Rainbow Palace, was Nu Phoenicis’s latest sweetheart. The fact that she was nude didn’t faze Kenzie; women enter the place naked all the time. Never before, however, has Kenzie seen a celebrity in there before.

“Are-are you here for… I thought rich people didn’t sentenced to termination? What did you-”

Sammi giggled. “Oh, silly. I didn’t get sentenced. I’m here voluntarily.”

“Oh.” Kenzie typed up something on the computer. “Did your parents fill up a permission form?”

“Oh,” she bit her lip, and dropped the exaggerated voice as she spoke, “I thought you didn’t need parental approval once you turned sixteen.”

“Aren’t you fifteen?” Kenzie scowled as she looked at the starlet.

Sammi held out her palm. Kenzie picked up a scanner. A red light illuminated Sammis’s palm then a beeping sound emanated from the computer. A document appeared on the screen; Sammi’s age was listed as sixteen, date-of-birth: 21/12/3244 SC.

“Oh! That must mean you turned sixteen today.”

“Yup!”

“Well, Happy birthday, then!”

“Thank you,” Sammi replied, the exaggerated voice she was famous for returned.

“And, I apologise for doubting your age. Gotta cover my ass, you know.”

Sammi giggled again. “Don’t sweat it. I take it as a compliment, personally.” Kenzie laughed with her.

“So, what possessed you to volunteer? You’re rich enough to be terminated at the age of forty.”

I know, but that’s why I’m doing this. I shouldn’t get to wait until the maximum age to serve my community. Plus, being the first celebrity terminated under the age of twenty will make me famous for a very long time. Speaking of which, I hear you need someone to do next month’s tutorial video."

“I figured you would ask about that. Normally, I would make you audition, which would delay your termination. Then, the Office of Termination central administration would have to approve your video over those submitted by the other local Offices. However, since you are Sammi Soma, I can go ahead and schedule you for the shoot today. There is no chance in hell the big wigs in the administration would reject this submission. Even if you completely blow it, the video will still draw billions of visitors to our streaming services. Not to mention, out-of-system sells.”

“Yeah. I imagine loads of people will love jacking off to me getting snuffed. Kinda hot, if you ask me.” They both laughed.

“Yeah. I it is the main appeal of these videos, since they pretty much say the same thing every month. But, first, we gotta fill out some forms.”

The scene opened on a bare concrete room. In the center, was a large guillotine, situated over a drainage. Sammi appeared from the right of the screen and stood in the middle, facing the camera.

“Hi!” She waved, she once again speaking with her exaggerated voice. "I am Sammi Soma! You probably know me from my songs, and my time on Rainbow Palace. Now, I will be known as a meat girl, to give back to the community that has given me so much love. In the process, I will be showing women everywhere the proper etiquette for being terminated.

“You, like me, volunteered to give up your body; it was a Termination Day and you broke the law, violated the rules of your high school or college, or you messed up at work; maybe, like the majority of terminations, are in your thirties and your termination notice finally came in. Whatever the case, you have been summoned to your local Office of Termination. How should you conduct yourself?”

Sammi turned and walked away from the camera, until her whole body was in view, then swiveled back around to face the camera.

“If you don’t want your favorite clothes ruined, you should leave them at home. Either wear something you don’t care about, or you can wear nothing at all. I preferred the second option, for maximum comfort. Your clothes will be removed the the executioner or their assistants, and discarded. Depending on how your local Office of Termination operates, if you have been sentenced for a Termination Day violation, you may either be escorted immediately, or asked to appear personally within a day or two of sentencing. If you are immediately escorted to your termination, and did not have time to change, you can simply remove your clothes in the waiting room and leave them on the floor. Staff will collect your clothes at the end of the day and donate them to those in need.”

Sammi bent down and removed her socks, tossing them to the floor. “You can also leave them in the termination chamber if the executioner is out of the room. Glasses cannot be donated, so there’s no need to lose your vision until you’re dead.”

“Now, if you’re shy and don’t want to make a huge mess in front of the executioner, you should use the restroom before your termination, or wear a diaper. I emptied by bowels before, but my bladder is quite full. Some find the sight of a pretty lady pissing herself arousing. Although not a requirement, you should check with your executioner’s preferences on the issue. Remember, their role is vital, and you shouldn’t make their work unpleasant. The executioner must provide you with a diaper if you ask.”

A man with bright orange hair entered the frame and stopped in front of Sammi.

“Say, executioner? Does you want me to wear a diaper.”

“Not unless you want to wear one, ma’am. A little piss never bothered me.”

She smiled. “Good,” she replied as she turned back towards the camera.

“Executing beautiful girls all day can be a bit ‘frustrating’ job for a man, and even some women. To ease their frustration, you should offer them a blowjob or a fuck. The executioner cannot legally engage with you sexually without your consent, so don’t be shy if you’re itching for it one last time.”

Sammi turned to the executioner. “Mind if I suck your dick?”

“Sure. Why not?” He unzipped his pants, and his erect cock sprang out like a snake with his tail on fire. Sammi kneeled. She spit in his cock, then stroked it, coating his member, before finally taking it into her mouth. She slurped loudly as her lips moved up and down the man’s shaft. Her left hand rubbed his balls, her right firmly resting on his thighs. He climaxed in minutes, groaning as hot globs of jizz sprayed the back of her throat. He pulled out, the last squirts splashing across her nose and glasses, and her hair, as she gently stroked his shaft.

“That was delicious. Looks like you got some on me, mister.” She wiped the cum from her lenses with her index finger, then licked it off. She swallowed the goo and smacked her lips. “I will miss that flavor. There better be lakes of the stuff in the afterlife.”

The executioner started to put his dick away when she stopped him. “I’d like you to fuck me on the guillotine, before you chop me.”

“Sounds great.” A big grin appeared on his face, while Sammi turned towards the camera again.

“The executioner may not always be able to get you off before you die. They may not be sexually attracted to women, or they may be in a committed relationship. Some may have gotten a few fucks just before you arrived, and just aren’t up for another one at that moment. If you want final intimacies before the end, you should take care of that before you arrive. You can masturbate in the waiting room, or during your execution, but you may not have time to get your final orgasm. Many executioners carry vibrators, and you may ask for it to be inserted into your vagina. If your executioner is cool with letting you get off one last time, you should clarify whether you wish to die when you’re on the cusp of orgasming, at the height of your final orgasm, or after. I would personally prefer during. Now, the executioner does not have to comply with your preference, but, if they wish to do so, it always helps to clarify your preferences. In any case, as nobody can be certain a hundred percent that a person is having an orgasm, you should yell “now” when you’re ready.”

Sammi turned towards the guillotine, then looked back. “Silly me! I almost forgot. If you have long hair, like myself, you should either wear it up, or in a ponytail or pigtails so it can easily hang down in front of you. That way, if your local Office of Termination is doing beheadings or hangings, your hair won’t be an issue. If you have long hair, and you’re in your thirties or it’s a Termination Day, you should carry a hair tie just in case.”

She continued to the machine and knealt down, placing her head through the lunette, pigtails hanging down in front of her, flowing along the floor. The executioner locked her in, then moved behind her. She felt him mount her. The screen zoomed in on her face, as she looked into the camera one last time.

“It has been a pleasure serving you. I hope many tasty meals can be made from my sacrifice, and I wish for your termination to be as smooth and pleasurable… ggh… as mine.”

The executioner’s cock penetrated her hairless slit. He thrust in and out, pelvis smacking her curvy cheeks, and she began moaning with increasing volume and ferocity. His hot breath warmed the back of her neck as he started to groan. As she climaxed, Sammi screamed.

“Do it now!”

Still fucking her, he pulled the lever. The blade dropped, ending her moans as her head separated from her body, twitching as it rolled on the floor. The executioner gripped her body tight as it began to spasm wildly, and ignored the warm piss rushing down both of their legs. With her dead pussy squeezing his member, and the sporadic thrusts of her ass, he couldn’t hold on any longer. With a mighty groan, he filled the dead starlet’s womb until the last drop of jizz left his penis.

He let her corpse plop to the ground, still twitching. Her bladder continued to feed an expanding puddle of piss for nearly fifteen seconds. Her body twitched for three more minutes before becoming permanently still.

The man lifted up her head, and held it in front of the camera. Her vacant eyes, gaping mouth, and blood-dripping neck, filled the scream before the scene faded out.