The chirping of birds, the sound of leaves gently rustling in the wind, the annoying buzz of an alarm clock.

"Oh come on," Laura groaned.

Eyes still shut, she flailed her arms in an attempt to silence the alarm clock, eventually managing to land a hit; setting it to snooze. It was 6:30 AM, and on a Monday to boot. Yet another boring, and long week of high school lay ahead of her. The only motivation she had left at this point was that it would all end soon - she was in her final year, after which she could get a job, maybe go university, or take a break from it all, and travel.

"Just a few more weeks of this bullshit," she thought, slowly dragging herself out of bed.

Laura moved towards the window, and opened the curtains. The gentle morning sun shone down through the window, irritating her sharp, green eyes. Despite the discomfort, the view from her window never failed to amaze her. Living in the outskirts of a small hilly town in Japan did have its advantages such as the gorgeous view and surprisingly friendly and welcoming inhabitants.

Sadly, this was all overshadowed by numerous political and cultural factors. After suffering a crushing defeat in the Second World War, Japan went back to being a very isolated nation, only recently opening up to the rest of the world. In fact, the only foreigners to live here were the ones who stayed throughout the duration of the war, such as her grandparents. They used to tell her stories of how things were before the war, how much more relaxed everything was, and how Japan now, was really just a shadow of its former self.

In short, the fall of the emperor did not lead Japan towards a modern form of government. Wealthy, and influential families saw this as an opportunity for a hostile takeover, and now form a fair, albeit ruthless ruling caste, following a more extreme form of Bushido. One, where even girls were expected to be ready to commit ritual suicide should they bring shame to themselves, their family, or their nation.

Yet none of this bothered Laura, to her, the thought of disemboweling herself did seem unpleasant, however the way she was raised, and taught, it was preferable to living a life of shame and dishonor.

Laura let out a long, drawn out yawn, as she stretched; her belly peeking out from under her shirt. Before long, she was ready to get dressed, eat breakfast and head off to school.

"God, I hate the summer uniform, too damn skimpy," she mumbled, as she was dreading wearing the cropped sailor shirt, and short, hip-hugging skirt.

While she may have hated wearing it, she did look stunning in it - the navy blue uniform contrasted beautifully with her long red hair. The uniform also showed off her assets quite well - her supple breasts looked at least a size bigger, and the skirt was just short enough for lucky passers-by to get a look at her gorgeously plump thighs.

She gently stroked her belly as she slid the shirt on. Letting out a sigh, she moved her hand towards her navel, slowly sticking her middle finger into her oval belly hole. If there was one thing she liked about the uniform, it was the easy access to her, and her classmates belly's and navels.

To an outsider, having such an outfit be a school uniform would appear quite shocking, however there is a clear purpose to all this. If a student is to fail, break school rules, or bring shame to the school, they are expected to commit public seppuku at the morning assembly, or in extreme cases, be held down, and disemboweled by a classmate to forcefully restore ones honor.

"Laura! Breakfasts ready!" A familiar voice resounded. It was Laura's mom.

"Coming!" Laura replied, pulling her finger out of her belly button, and making her way downstairs.
Laura walked into the assembly hall, looking for her classmates, or homeroom teacher. Eventually finding where her class was supposed to sit, she took a seat next to her girlfriend, Maya. They smiled at one another, as during assembly, talking was strictly prohibited, and neither one of them wanted to suffer the consequences of insubordination.

Following a long-winded and generally pompous and annoying speech by the headmaster, 4 students who failed their mid-terms were called up to the podium.

"These 4 students have brought shame to themselves, and to our school. They have failed not one, but all of their subjects in the mid-terms. I have personally informed their parents, and with their consent they are to commit seppuku before us. Let this be a lesson to those who shirk their duties so callously!"

There was complete silence in the assembly hall. Everyone could have heard a pin drop.

"My name is Asami Nakamura, I am in year 2, class 2A" One of the condemned stated, her voice trembling.

She knelt down, tears in her eyes, and bowed down, as if praying for mercy and forgiveness. She would get none. Her homeroom teacher brought a dagger, and a large bowl, placing the two in front of the frightened girl.

The lithe girl sat back up, looking at the bowl and dagger. A chill ran down her spine. She knew what was expected of her. She knew it would not be a quick death. She knew there was no getting out of it. Her right hand reached out towards the dagger, grasping it tightly. With her left, she massaged her belly. Trying to find the perfect spot to thrust the dagger in, so as not to injure her intestines while disemboweling herself.

She found it, the place where the dagger would enter. Slowly bringing the dagger over, she looked up at her schoolmates, and her teachers one more time, as if she expected a reprieve. All she received were blank stares, and bored expressions. This was enough to push her over the edge. She lowered her eyes once more, and thrust the dagger into her belly with full force.

Laura, meanwhile, was quite enjoying the view. She always fancied Asami's belly, and now she would get to see her cut it open. Then, rather unexpectedly, Maya brought her finger to Laura's navel, thrusting it in, hard. The two looked at one another, and smiled. She was really going to enjoy this.

She let out a low grunt, as she felt the cold steel pierce her belly, cutting through the muscle, and fat. Her breathing grew more erratic, and her right hand trembled, shaking the dagger which caused even more discomfort. Her eyes now shut tight, she began to pull the dagger across. She could feel her skin tear, her muscles split, and her entrails push outwards as she reached the halfway mark, right below her navel.

The pain was unbearable, yet somehow she did not scream. Her lips bled from how hard she was biting down, yet it still did not distract her from the searing pain in her midsection. The dagger now started to grow heavy. Was it from the pain? The blood loss? She didn't know, nor did she care to find out. Gathering what strength she had left, she grabbed the dagger with her left hand, and tore open her stomach completely. The dagger now sat close to her right hip, a perfect horizontal cut.

From the spectators perspective, it looked almost as if her stomach had a mouth, with a sickening bloody red smile.

She pulled the dagger out. Her head hurt, her sight, blurry. Yet her ordeal was not over. She leaned far back, using her arms as supports. The headmaster then moved towards the girl, and knelt down beside her.

"You have done well, you have restored honor to yourself, and to our school," he whispered softly.

He then plunged his hand into her mutilated belly, grasping a handful of her guts. She barely managed to hold her scream, and her pose. The pain was horrid. Even worse, was the sickening feeling of having her guts torn out of her split belly.

Once the headmaster had pulled out enough of her intestines to fill the bowl placed in front of the girl, he took the dagger, and stabbed her right below her left breast, into her heart.

Asami felt a strange sensation as he stabbed her. It felt strangely pleasant, and cold. The pain started to fade, as did everything else. Her last thoughts, were of her family, and hoping that her suicide would restore their honor.
This wasn't the first time Laura and Maya had witnessed this before. Death played a normal part in everyday life here in their school, and while many tried to ignore it, some vocally opposed it, they quite enjoyed it. Seeing these girls willingly, (sometimes not so willingly), split open their midsections, tear their guts out or have them torn out for them, was the peak of eroticism.

"Thanks for the show Asami, I won't be forgetting this anytime soon," Laura thought, her underwear already drenched with the 'show' not even being close to over. "Isn't that the captain of the baseball team?"

She was right. Up next was her schools pride and joy, Naoki Hara. The average tomboy, save for her rather well-toned feminine figure. What surprised not only Laura, but everyone else, was that under her the school baseball team had won multiple trophies, and she was planning to go pro once she had finished her studies. She was the school's pride and joy, and yet, she was kneeling before them, waiting her turn to disembowel herself. What was even more surprising, was just how eager she seemed to kill herself; already probing her flat belly for that sweet spot where the dagger would go.

The principal returned to the center of the podium, hands still bloody from disemboweling the previous condemned student.

"It is with great sadness, that the next student who has brought shame upon us all, is one who I, no, we had expected nothing but perfection from. Failure is not to be tolerated, no matter what your past achievements may be. I can only hope her death today can restore her honor"

As the principal turned away from the crowd, and was on his way to clean his hands, Naoki spoke.

"Sir, I would like to make a request". He entertained her with a nod, and she continued. "I would like to make a cross-cut, starting at my navel; and after disemboweling myself, I request no assistance, I want to endure as long as possible to restore my honor".

He smiled, replying once more with a simple nod.

She turned back to face her schoolmates. Some, looked in shock, some with tears in their eyes, but all eyes were on her.

"Lets give them something to remember," she thought, moving her right hand towards the dagger, as she probed her deep, round navel with her free hand.

Arching her back, so the others could get a better view, she brought the dagger to her navel, placing the tip right against the pit. A chill ran down her spine as she felt the sharp steel point rubbing against the core of her sensitive belly button. An impending sense of doom, if you will. With a deep breath, she began to push the dagger slowly in, feeling her skin, her flesh begin to tear, as blood began to trickle out of her navel. To her surprise, it did not hurt anywhere near as much as she had thought it would, and with a little more effort, the dagger had fully punctured her belly button. She paused, as she mentally prepared herself for the next step - pulling the dagger up as high as it can go.

Maya looked at Naoki, barely managing to hide her excitement and arousal. Seeing the captain pause, her gaze turned to her own body. She looked down to her soft belly, and deep, horizontal innie. "That dagger would slide right in here," she thought, as she licked her finger, and slid it into her belly button. She was somewhat glad her physique was on the soft side, as it gave her navel a unique look when she was seated, or bent over. One thing that did annoy her, especially now that she was trying to focus on her navel, was her large breasts. A size bigger than Laura, though shorter, she was the textbook definition of a shortstack. Hearing a grunt come from the podium, she quickly turned her eyes back towards Naoki.

It started to hurt. A lot. Not surprising really, she was after all cutting up along her midriff. One would generally expect that to cause at the very least, some general discomfort. As she managed to wiggle the knife past the scar tissue of her belly button, she hit the soft and easy to cut flesh of her upper belly. Blood began to pour out of the massive gash. Naoki's breath grew short, as she felt sick if she breathed in too deep. Her lips trembled, as her insides began exerting pressure on the cut.

Her midriff was turned from an attractive and well defined part of her body, into a large, profusely bleeding gash. However, despite the bleeding, she knew she would last at least another hour, even after she finished the cross-cut. Pulling the knife out, she placed it back into what was left of her navel, this time with the cutting edge facing to the left. She tried to pull the knife to the left, only to encounter severe resistance from what was left of her belly button scar tissue. She grit her teeth, grabbed the dagger with both hands, and to everyone, the principal included, shock, she began to twist the dagger inside her belly button wildly, tearing it apart. With that obstacle out of the way, she cut neatly to her left.

Laura watched in amazement. She slipped a hand down her skirt. There was no way she was going to hold back, public or not. Still, some caution was generally worthwhile, so she looked around quickly. To her surprise, she found that quite a few others had beat her to it. Even her homeroom teacher was busy trying to discretely pleasure herself. If her teacher was doing it, then she decided to throw all caution out the proverbial window. She quickly opened her bag, grabbed the nearest pen, pushed Maya out of her navel, and shoved the pen in instead. With the other hand, she slid her middle and index fingers into her pussy. She was going to enjoy the show to its fullest.

Naoki, on the other hand, was preparing for the final cut. She would cut downwards, almost to her groin. The pain was starting to get to her, but she persevered. With the dagger once again being placed in what was left of her navel, cutting edge facing down; she threw her head back as she pushed the dagger downwards. A red cross was now clearly visible in her belly. Her guts which were already well on their way out, now began to erupt. She barely managed to hold them together for her to pile into the bowl placed in front of her. Once the bowl was filled, she grabbed a loop of her intestines, pulled her panties down, and started rubbing her clit with them. The sensation was odd, to say the least, yet the mix of pain and pleasure drove her to orgasm almost instantly. Taking it further, she shoved the entrails into her vagina, using them as a makeshift dildo. As orgasm after orgasm washed over her, she lost her strength, and balance, and fell face first into her own guts. She didn't get up.

"That was, certainly different," The principal announced, attempting to regain his composure after such a unique display. "I am sure that after the death of Naoki, many of her teammates, fans and friends would like to follow her in death. However, keep in mind that you must first submit a seppuku request form directly to me, with your parents or guardians signature for it to be validated, and accepted. Now then, next is..."

The principal was interrupted by something rather unexpected. The girl who was up next, Haruko, was charging at him, dagger in hand. She was a junior member of the kendo club, a petite, timid, and quiet girl.

"Die, you fat pig!" Haruko yelled, her battle-cry echoing through the hall.

Seeing this as a chance to save herself, the girl who was to commit seppuku last, Kasumi, one of Laura and Maya's classmates, and a member of the schools athletics club, quickly charged the crazed dagger-wielding student. She quickly caught up, tackling Haruko, and bringing her down in the nick of time, saving the principal from receiving a dagger to the throat.

"Someone, help her restrain this lunatic!" The principal yelled out, clearly distressed by this near-death experience.

As if expecting a scene such as this, two security guards rushed over, handcuffs at the ready. Once they had properly restrained Haruko, the principal walked over to her, and knelt down, looking her straight in the eyes.

"Killing me would have done nothing, but bring your whole family to ruin. It would not have saved your life, nor your honor. I will leave your execution to Kasumi, seeing as she saved my life despite being sentenced to death by me. Consider yourself lucky to still have the opportunity to be disemboweled." He snarled, then turned to Kasumi, "Thank you. I owe you my life, and for this, I will pardon your failure this time. However, let this be a lesson to you, not to allow yourself to get behind in your studies!"

It was unheard of to pardon a student, however, considering the circumstances, it seemed like a wise choice. After all, there would be no one to stop Kasumi from killing him should she so desire now. The security guards responded far too slowly, and they were now busy flirting with the teachers backstage. That was definitely going out of their paycheck.

Haruko was bawling. She didn't want to die. She even submitted a doctors note, stating she was ill during the mid-terms. How could this have happened to her? She wasn't by any means a brilliant student, but she always passed all of her courses, by a comfortable margin to boot. Alas, it was not to be, her fate was no sealed. Her upperclassman was to disembowel her in front of everyone. The only thing she looked forward to now, was the sweet embrace of death. Yet, to her surprise, Kasumi's lips met hers, their tongues now intertwined. Her eyes shot open, only to see her schoolmates face. Their lips soon parted.

"Just try to relax, and don't think about what's coming. Just lose yourself in the moment," Kasumi whispered, as she lightly nibbled on Haruko's ear.

Kasumi soon moved down to her neck, gently nibbling and licking her way down. Her tongue, now lapping the sweat off of the petite girls midriff, as it moved down towards it's target. The 'T' shaped innie was soon assaulted by Kasumi's cold, wet tongue. The strange sensation of having her navel tongue-fucked was overwhelming for Haruko, who barely managed to contain her moans. Kasumi's tongue pounded her captives navel like a piston, relentless, almost mechanical, yet she herself was greatly enjoying this experience. Swirling her tongue around, tasting the sweet, sweaty belly button of the condemned, she herself was getting quite aroused. However, it could not last forever. She was supposed to disembowel the girl, not rape her navel. After a final swirl and thrust, she withdrew her tongue.

"I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to cut your tummy open now," Kasumi chirped. Moving behind Haruko, and pulling her towards herself. Kasumi rubbed her belly along Haruko's back, as she reached for the dagger. With her free hand, she gently turned Haruko's head towards hers.

"Don't look, don't turn away. Just keep kissing me, and I promise it won't feel that bad".

The girls locked lips once more. Kasumi moved her hand away from Haruko's face, instead putting it down her skirt, as she started to finger-fuck her. Kasumi pushed her belly against Haruko's back, causing her to bend back slightly, better angling Haruko's belly for disembowelment. She slid the dagger in, close to Haruko's left hip. No response, well, a bit of a twitch, but not much else. It amazed her just how easily the dagger went in. For a girl who did kendo, Haruko was surprisingly soft, squishy, even. She steadily began to saw to the right with the dagger, making steady progress as Haruko's belly began to open up.

Laura and Maya both watched in utter amazement. In fact, everyone did. This was not something that happened every day. This, quite literally, never happened before in this school. Laura would have to get the recording of this. She absolutely, had to have it. Luckily, she was good friends with the student council member in charge of archiving these events. While it was strictly forbidden to share these videos, Laura managed to amass quite a large collection of her favorite seppuku sessions. Quite a dangerous thing to hoard, but Laura didn't care. The risk was worth it.

Haruko pulled away from the kiss, struggling to breathe. It hurt so much, but at the same time, it felt incredibly erotic. The sensation of the dagger slowly sawing her tummy open, Kasumi's skillful fingers, and until recently, their long, drawn out kiss kept pushing her to orgasm after orgasm.

"H-harder. Cut, harder," Haruko whispered.

Not entirely sure what Haruko was trying to say, Kasumi slipped another finger into her pussy, and also slowed down the pace at which she was sawing her partners belly, focusing more on the in-out movement of the dagger. This clearly worked, as Haruko came to a much more explosive orgasm than before. The pleasure and pain combined were too much for Haruko to handle. She moaned, and moaned. The assembly hall sounded less like a place for honorable suicide, and more like a film set for a cheesy porn flick. Eventually, the dagger reached its end. Haruko's belly was now split open. Not wanting to end there, Kasumi decided to pleasure her new-found friend a bit more before ending it all. She pulled the dagger out, and placed it on Haruko's navel.

Haruko, who was in a masochistic trance, mumbled, "Fuck my, belly button; fuck it, make it, bleed".

Kasumi obliged. She slowly pushed the dagger in, piercing her navel, before starting to move it in and out. Blood now began to ooze out of Haruko's navel, pouring into the massive horizontal gash across her lower belly. The movement of the knife started to cause Haruko's entrails to get pushed out of her lower belly, with blood as a lubricant. The poor girl cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain, and just as suddenly as she was brought to yet another orgasm, she twitched once, and went limp. Blood loss, shock, and no doubt numerous other factors brought upon her rather sudden death, though there was no doubt in anyone's mind; Haruko died happy, and she died with honor. The latter, however was up for debate, after everyone was finished pleasuring themselves and what not.
With the assembly now over, classes could now begin as intended. The normalcy of the lessons was quite a stark contrast compared to the assembly. If one did not attend the assembly, or simply came to visit afterwards, they would be greeted by what appeared to be a perfectly normal, functional school in a small town in the Japanese countryside.

"Oi, Maya, what did you get for question 3? I can't figure out how to do this damn differential," Kasumi whispered. She wasn't the only one. The teacher set a few questions for the students to do while she prepared the next lesson. In fact, a low murmur could be heard in the room, with students helping each other out. It was quite a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

"For the 5th time, just use the damn quotient rule, the teacher even wrote it on the board," Maya replied.

The maths class, and pretty much the rest of the day went by very quickly; with everyone either on their way to partake in club activities, or the students that didn't join any clubs, such as Kasumi, went home. It was a beautiful afternoon. Perfect for outdoor activities, yet Kasumi was soon to find out that this day was to be her last. When she got home, her parents were waiting for her in the living room.

"Hey mom, hey dad, why are you both home so early? Did something happen?" She asked, genuinely perplexed as to how they managed to get off work at 3.

"Kasumi..." Her mom said softly. "We received a call from your school. We are extremely proud of how you saved your principals life, however after discussing the matter with the rest of the staff, he requested that you commit seppuku in private,"

Her father had a blank expression. He said nothing.

Kasumi's heart sank. She felt a strange, tight sensation in her chest, as she began to tear up.

Her father finally spoke, "I will be your second. It is best to get it done now. Waiting will only make you feel even worse," his voice filled with sorrow.

As her father stood up, and went to get his katana, she hugged her mother for the last time. Her mother then took a hairband, tying her hair up, revealing the back of her neck - a target for her father to aim for. Her parents had already prepared a mat and dagger for her. She sat down, taking the dagger and placed the tip close to her left hip. Her mother watched with tears in her eyes, as Kasumi slowly pushed the blade into her stomach. She froze from the pain. Tears flowed freely, as she looked back up to her mother. Seeing her daughter frozen like this, she moved in to assist.

"Kasumi, look at me. Don't look down," she said, placing a hand over Kasumi's, as she jerked the dagger to her daughters right hip as hard as she could. Kasumi barely managed to hold back a scream. Her belly, her fit, flat tummy that she was so proud of, was now torn open. She felt a strange bloated sensation, and a searing pain along the wound. She bit her tongue, trying to hold back her tears, trying to stop herself from letting out a cry of pain.

"Kasumi, bend forward, and relax your belly. You need to let your intestines flow out," Her mother said, gently stroking her daughters cheek.

Kasumi obeyed, and with a sickening slop, her entrails began to gush out of the wound, now aided by gravity. She felt sick, as if she would puke, and worse still, as if she was on the verge of shitting herself. Luckily, her father was at the ready. All she needed to do, was raise her head slightly, giving him an easy target to aim for. Rather unluckily for her, her father was preoccupied with crying to be able to aim carefully. As he swung his sword, he managed to hit her shoulder, making a massive gash along her upper back. This time, she could not contain her screams. She let out a blood-curdling screech, as her father tried again. This time, he hit his mark, the katana slicing through her neck, cleanly beheading her. Her body twitched once, then went limp. Her head fell into a cradle of entrails. A gruesome, and undeserved end to a girl who had already redeemed herself.

The following day, Laura and Maya were shocked at Kasumi's absence. Their teacher only said that she had transferred to a different school, refusing to disclose any more information. Asking other students also lead them nowhere. No one had known what had happened to Kasumi. They refused to believe she had simply left without telling them, but they could do nothing about it just yet. They were still in school, and they still had to organize a class camping trip to a nearby river; something that Kasumi first suggested a few weeks back.

"So, who's bringing what again? Also, did everyone get permission from their parents?" Maya asked. She was always very careful at planning, and this event was no different. She would leave nothing to chance.

"My mom already got the food part sorted, so don't worry about that, but everyone does need to get permission. The last thing we want is someone being forced to commit seppuku for running away from home or some shit. Oh, and bring your swimsuits!" Laura added excitedly.

The others who were interested listened with some disinterest. They already got permission a while back, and many of them would bring snacks with them as an extra. The only thing left to do at this point was to just wait for the weekend and go, and honestly, the week couldn't end soon enough. Everyone was looking forward to this trip, this would be the best chance to go wild, do things they normally wouldn't be able to do, and best of all, find new, innovative ways to gut themselves.

"Oi, Ayase, stop checking out our asses and help us set the tents up!" One of the girls yelled out.

Ayase, who was completely blanked out, in her own little world, ignored her classmate. She was too busy probing her belly button with a twig to bother helping her friends. She loved the idea of disembowelment, but to her a dagger was taking the easy way out. The boring way out. There had to be more interesting ways one could do themselves in, right? As she was pondering this rather pointless topic, a brilliant idea struck her. After everyone ate, they were planning on playing truth or dare, and she remembered asking if any dare is fair game; even suicide. The answer? Yes, provided it was suicide by disembowelment. She would have a lot of fun tonight, whether its herself, or someone else who has to die, she could barely contain her excitement.

Laura's mom really went all out with the food. It took two people to carry the cool boxes she packed full of ready to barbecue meat and veg. The others, as agreed, brought drinks, some where even non-alcoholic. As for Ayase, she brought some of the camping equipment, and a camera to record the bloodshed that would no doubt occur later tonight.

Laura was completely smashed. She drank nearly half a bottle of whiskey. Maya had the other half. In their alcohol induced stupor, the two retreated to their tent for a night of wild, drunk, lesbian sex. The others, who were either sober, or too drunk to even move, stayed to play spin the bottle. Ayase, who didn't touch a drop of alcohol, was already planning out her colleagues, or possibly even her own suicide. She was more than prepared for it, if the circumstances arose.

"Alrighty, I'll spin first, 'kay?" Ayase chirped. She felt a familiar warmth in her loins. She spun the empty bottle of sake, eagerly awaiting to find out who her victim would be. It landed on, of all people, on the class president. A quiet, and stern girl, who could only be described as a traditional Japanese beauty. The class president twirled her long, jet black hair in her fingers.

"I choose dare," She announced, with a lax expression.

"Perfect. This couldn't get any better," Ayase thought. She also had the perfect, unique, way for the class president to gut herself.

"I dare you to disembowel yourself," Ayase said, pausing briefly before continuing, "without using a knife. I want you to gut yourself using a tree".

Without saying a word, the class president stood up, unbuttoned her shirt, baring her soft, pale belly, and knotted it up, just below her breasts. She looked around slowly, her mind racing to try and figure out just how she would manage to accomplish such a strange, and interesting dare. Then, something caught her eye. She moved to a large birch tree, noticing a stump left by a broken branch quite low down, around the same level as her crotch. The stump was about 3 inches long, and about an inch in diameter, with the end being horribly splintered and sharp. She knelt down, to get a closer look. Touching the tip, it felt sharp, but also fragile. No doubt she would get a bellyful of splinters if she was to simply ram her tummy onto the stump.

"Am I to split open my belly completely, or will a wound large enough for me to remove my bowels with be sufficient?" The class president asked, without a change in tone.

"As long as your guts are out, I couldn't care less," Ayase replied, readying her camera, and herself.

The class president stood up, and sized up the stump once more. She placed both hands on the tree, and brought her navel up to the sharp end of the stump. She began gyrating her hips, as the sharp splinters were slowly being shaped into a makeshift spearhead by her navel. Blood trickled out, as stray splinters punctured the soft, sensitive flesh near her belly button. She could now feel a prickling sensation in the pit of her navel. It was time. She stopped gyrating her hips, instead starting to slowly roll her belly, slowly pushing the stump into her stretched out belly button. Each time her she rolled her belly, the prickling sensation got more and more intense, eventually turning into a sharp, burning feeling. She moved her belly faster, and faster, as blood began to seep out of her belly button onto the soft forest floor below. She brought her belly back once again, and this time pushed with her hips, and pulled herself with her arms. She fully impaled her navel on the broken branch stump. Her breathing now erratic, her body covered in sweat. She looked towards Ayase, and smiled weakly. Gathering her strength, she jerked her body to the right as hard as she could. A horrendous sound, that of flesh tearing, and wood snapping was heard. The dried leftover branch now sat in her mutilated navel. She managed to slowly walk over to Ayase, dropping to her knees in front of her.

"Gut me," She said weakly, as she lay down, her hands behind her head, legs stretched out.

Ayase couldn't resist. She adjusted the camera, and quickly got down to business. She grabbed the piece of wood, now stuck in the class presidents belly button, and began moving it around. The class president twitched from pain. Not satisfied, Ayase pushed down, enticing a scream from the usually quiet and collected class president. She began moving the wood up and down, in and out. The squelching sounds of the class presidents guts as she did so only encouraging her to keep going, harder and faster. The class president was in a world of hurt; and only now regretting her decision to follow through with such an absurd request. However, it was too late for regret now, all that was left was to die with honor, to die disemboweled.

Ayase finally pulled out the wood from the class presidents navel, causing blood to surge out for a brief moment. She brought her head close to the wound, inspecting it carefully. She smiled, and looked up at the class president, before digging in. She started licking, biting and sucking on the torn flesh of her victims belly button. Her tongue lapped around the massive hole in the poor girls belly, as she sucked on a loop of entrails that had poked out. The sucking soon turned into biting. Then tearing. Ayase went berserk. She used her hands to rip open the wound, as she tore the class presidents guts out with her teeth. It was like a scene straight out of a horror film. The class president watched in silence, as her midsection was being torn to shreds. As luck would have it, Ayase managed to bit a bit too hard, puncturing the class presidents small intestine in her mouth, releasing its bile. She gagged.

"Oh god, what the fuck. Did I just get shit in my mouth?"

She left the class president, to rinse her mouth. The poor girl barely had the strength to move. She would be dead within the hour, most likely from severe blood loss. Sooner, if someone was merciful enough to end her suffering.

"P-please... Kill, me," She begged.

Her plea's for mercy, were not heard. The others had assumed she was dead. She was too far from the campfire to be clearly seen, and the forest was by no means quiet at night. She would suffer, and die alone. However, to her, she had upheld her honor. She took solace knowing that while she had suffered, and will still suffer for a while more, her death, her assisted suicide, was worth it.

Ayase meanwhile, had an itch in her belly only one thing could cure.
A week passed since the class president committed suicide. Ayase grew more and more impatient. The itch in her intestines grew worse with each passing day. Ever since she saw the class president kill herself, with her assistance, she couldn't get the thought of disemboweling herself out of her mind. Yet today, her mind was at ease. She would finally be able to scratch that itch.

She walked into her basement, where she had made a very interesting machine, looking like a stretching rack, just with much more pointy bits and more wiring. What was even more impressive is that she managed to build this out of toy robot parts, fishing equipment, an old bed, and an Arduino chip. The way it functions was rather simple. When turned on, a system of pulleys would drag a gut hook knife up. Once the knife reaches its end point, the robot arm engages, angling the fishing line that the knife is mounted on, and the system begins to pull the knife back to its starting point. In theory, it should both split open her belly, from cervix to sternum, and then pull her guts out on the return trip. The only thing she was worried about, was whether the motors she was using to pull the line were strong enough, and whether the heavy duty line would snap, which would force her to finish the job herself.

She did a test run first - replacing the gut hook knife with a fake toy knife, which was similar in length. She lay down on the rack, adjusted the position of the toy knife, and immediately noticed a problem. The fishing line was stretching, and the knife would just harmlessly sit on her tummy.

"Guess I'll have to stab it in to get things going," She mumbled.

She continued the test, and even more problems began to arise. The knife was being pulled along its handle without any means of keeping it stable. There was nothing to stop it from going out of her belly once she stabbed it in, however there really was no quick fix for this issue. She would just have to deal with it.

Without hesitation, she replaced the toy knife with the real deal. She lay down, positioning herself in such a way that, if everything went as planned, the knife would bisect her belly button. She gazed down on her exposed belly. She was always self-conscious about her body image, however, given the circumstances she felt somewhat glad that she was somewhat chubby. There would be more to cut, more to feel, more to enjoy.

She readied herself. Right hand on the knife, the left, already rubbing her clit. She slid a finger in as she began to push the knife into her lower belly, savoring each moment. She loved the feeling of the sharp knife pushing against her skin; the sensation as it began to pierce through, as her flesh began to part before its hard, cold, steel edge. Then, the resistance was gone, she had punctured her belly. She fingered herself furiously, bringing herself to a wild, wet orgasm. Coming back to reality, she activated the machine. She felt pressure building, as the knife started to twitch, her flesh, being to stretch and tear. She heard a creak, and then another. The knife stayed still, but the pressure was still there. She heard a snap, and felt a searing pain across her chest, and belly. The braided fishing line had snapped, and lashed at her wildly. The knife twisted and dug into her as the line snapped, digging into her intestines. A horrid stench began to spread. Ayase was in shock. All of her planning, her calculations, amounted to a catastrophic failure.

"FUCK!" She screamed out in anger, as the massive influx of adrenaline masked the pain.

She grabbed the knife and began wildly twisting it, jabbing it in and out, ripping her tummy to shreds. Not satisfied with using a gut hook knife, she put a hand over the wound to keep her innards where they belong, and rolled off of the rack. She began to slowly crawl towards a very specific tool she had in mind. A 1 inch wide, hand held belt sander. It was one of her dads old tools. She used it a few times before, but hated how unwieldy it was. The motor was far too powerful for it, yet she saw it as the perfect tool to annihilate her belly. She started the motor. Placing the belt sander on the floor, she moved her hand off of her belly, letting her guts begin to spill as she impaled her wound on the tool. Not wasting a moment, she revved it up to the max. The engine roared, as did she. Unlike wood, or metal, you can't sand down flesh, you tear it. With a belt-sander, you practically liquefy it. A horrid dark reddish-brown goop began to cascade out of her mutilated stomach. She felt sick, incredibly sick. She couldn't stop herself from vomiting, and what came out was blood, and lots of it. She was quickly losing strength, but she wasn't done yet. She dropped onto the belt sander, letting it freely move around inside her, as it tore into her internal organs. She was shaking violently, further agitating the belt sander. Eventually, the tool simply stopped working, becoming too congested to function. By the time the belt sander stopped, she could no longer feel her legs. When she looked down, she saw why. Most of her mid-section was missing, or rather, was turned into goop in which she was lying in. She could even make out her spine, held loosely together with what little flesh remained.

"Fuck, that's not how I wanted to die," She thought, tears streaming down her face.

She felt no pain, all she felt was cold, and all she could hear was a strange ringing in her ears that got louder and louder with each passing second. Her eyesight was fading, as all turned black. She breathed her last, eyes still open, staring into the void.