The recruiter handed the revolver to Cindy as her Michelle stripped. Michelle plopped onto the mat and spread her legs. Cindy grabbed the back of her daughter's neck and shoved the gun into her mouth. Michelle rubbed her pussy. Three crewmen filmed the act.

What had the world come to? Playing Russian Roulette with her ten-year-old daughter, as she played with herself for God knew how many viewers? When did her baby girl even learn to masturbate? That couldn't have been her first time!

If she hit an empty chamber, a fifty-fifty chance, Michelle would be off the best school on Earth. If she could survive all eight semesters, the highest-paying jobs would've been in her grasp. She was lucky enough to be gifted with the beauty and brains to qualify for the entrance exam. Did she have enough to pass it?

Michelle mewled. She squeezed her thighs and lifted her ass. Pussy juice squirted everywhere and her fingers sloshed across her slit.

Cindy curled her finger, pulling the trigger. She closed her eyes. "I love you, sweetie." Her stomach rose as it clicked. Maybe luck came—BANG!

Thunder cracked. The back of Michelle's head exploded across the floor. Michelle twitched with her finger handing over her slit. Piss and watery shit pooled between her legs.

Michelle sighed and handed the gun back. She'd have one less mouth to feed.

Two men grabbed the body. "For the survivors in the boy's waiting room to enjoy."

"Next!"