Erica came hard, spilling her translucent cum in Monica's ass. Monica, for her part, had just experienced her first anal orgasm. She felt her asshole throb around Erica's slowly softening cock. Monica held still for a while, savouring the sensation and recovering in equal measure; she usually didn't like sex this much. She did it because Izz made her, but getting her ass fucked--it was different. Erica was pretty too. Monica felt her stomach flutter at the thought, but she suppressed the feeling. Love was a bad emotion. By this point, blood had started to saturate the bandages wrapped around her lower torso. She felt a little dizzy and let herself slump to the floor. She twisted to her side and drew her knees up a little. She could feel Erica's cum leaking out of her; she felt so dirty but for the first time in a long time she liked feeling that way.

She heard Erica's voice behind her, but it was directed at Izz.

"If you die first, I'm taking her."

Monica's stomach fluttered again.

Across the room, Farah and Alice lay panting on a filthy mattress. Alice had nearly killed her lover twice tonight; asphyxiation was their favourite pastime. Farah knew that if the virus did not get her first, Alice would almost certainly be the one to kill her--intentionally or otherwise.

Alice locked eyes with Farah. "I am taking your clit tonight."

Farah felt a deep pulse of fear. "No! I'm not even sick yet. You said you'd only do it when I started dying."

Alice smiled, not showing the slightest hint of malice. "I know, but I changed my mind. I saw some kid lose hers yesterday and it was so fucking hot."

Farah knew she could not say no. Not because she was afraid of Alice--she might even listen to her if Farah insisted on keeping herself intact--but because Alice had her tendrils so deep in Farah's mind she was unable to resist her demands. Back when there were psychologists, they might've called it pathological codependence, but that wasn't the world anymore. Without Alice, Farah was just another animal. Under Alice's spell, though, the world felt like a place with meaning. In Farah's mind she was sacrificing her clit as an affirmation of her complete devotion. She would be Alice's forever. Her heart began to race.

Minutes later she lay on the cold floor surrounded by her friends. Izz and Jess had her arms firmly pinned down while Erica held her right leg, and Monica was doing her best to manage the left. Alice sat on her knees squarely between Farah's legs, and held up a pair of wickedly sharp surgical scissors. Beside her lay a pair of equally menacing sharp-tipped tweezers. Farah tried instinctively to close her legs, but they felt like jelly; even Monica was able to do her job admirably.

"Your friends are all here to see this." Alice said gently. "I know it makes you feel proud--demonstrating the extent of your submission."

Farah squirmed, she was soaking wet in spite of herself.

"Can I come first?" she asked, her voice breaking.

"No."

Farah sobbed once or twice, then drew a deep breath to calm herself.

As she did so, she felt Alice's fingers against her clit. Whatever pleasure she might have experienced was interrupted, as she felt the bite of the tweezers replace her lover's soft fingers. Farah noticed Monica watching her cunt closely and blushed; something about a kid looking at her like that felt wrong, but she liked it anyway. Suddenly, Alice applied intense pressure to the tweezers and Farah cried out. It sounded more like a moan, she was shaking so badly. Gradually, Alice began to pull on Farah's delicate bud. The pain was unbearable, and Farah dug her nails into her chest in a vain attempt to maintain control over her body. That agony, though, was soon forgotten in the wake of a pain so far beyond Farah's comprehension that it temporarily short-circuited her brain. She heard the scissors snap, and knew it was done. For a moment, she lost all sense of self. All thought and sensation disappeared, and for a mere second, she was nothing but pain. She snapped back to reality and let out a soundless scream. Her friends released her limbs and she trashed for a short while before curling herself into a tight fetal position. Alice didn't give her long, rolling Farah on to her back. She loomed over Farah, holding something small in her hand. It took far longer than it should have for Farah to realise what it was: her clit. Without letting her see it, Alice placed Farah's precious flesh in a small, ornate box and snapped it shut.

"Now," said Alice, "I think it is time to celebrate."

Without warning, Alice released a stream of piss into Farah's mouth. It hit the back of her throat and she gagged violently.

Alice finished relieving herself. "Who's next?"

Izz shoved Monica forward. "Go."

Monica, hesitant at first, released a slow dribble from her little cunt which rapidly became a torrent. Once she was done, Monica bit her lip and did something she would not expect herself to do. Without anyone's prompting, she rammed her ass against Farah's mouth and made her lick deeply. Eventually, she turned herself around and had Farah clean her piss-soaked cunt. Behind her, Izz pissed on Farah's belly; when she was done defiling her friend, Erica stepped in and began fucking Farah's tender cunt mercilessly. Even the slapping of Erica's skin stung her pussy so badly, Farah was afraid she was going to pass out. Eyes closed, she felt Erica come inside her. Farah thought she would have a moment's reprieve, but Alice had one last surprise in store. She felt the sudden bite of the scissors again, this time on her labia minora. She screamed. Alice was not content to have taken just her clit; she wanted Farah's beautiful butterfly lips as well. This time, the girl did pass out. She did not wake again for quite a while, not until her friends were deep into the night's slaughter.