"Hey, Laura, did you ever ask about the videos from the assembly last week?" Maya asked.

Laura sighed, and rolled her eyes, "For fucks sake, I can't just keep going into the damn school archives; that bitch who runs them is crazy. I know it was an amazing show, but at least wait another week, 'kay?

"Well, if you're not going to ask, then I will. I'm already bored of the other videos, and you didn't even bother to come over for the past few days," Maya retorted, clearly agitated by Laura's lack of enthusiasm.

The school archives were quite a strange place, that would to an outsider, resemble a minuscule server room, however, it was in fact a digital database, that now stored text, audio and video records of all of the schools major events. From things such as old tests, student profiles, music club recordings, baseball games, to the more extreme, such as seppuku records. These videos, of both students and on rare occasion, staff committing seppuku were strictly off limits for students, and most staff - save for the lady in charge of maintaining the database. A very unlikable, 20-something year old, who for some reason has taken an interest in Laura, particularly, Laura's belly and belly button. Though Laura did not exactly like her, they had a somewhat mutual understanding. She would provide Laura with any videos Laura requests, provided Laura gives her free reign over her midsection for an hour - per video. Were she not so strange, and on occasion violent, Laura might have seriously enjoyed their little bartering, after all, she was, physically at least, extremely attractive. Her personality however, easily made her the ugliest person Laura, or anyone who has had the misfortune to come across her, has ever met.

"Have you met her before? She's crazy, she won't just hand over the videos. The shit I have to do to get those videos for us is not something I want you to have to go through," Laura said, "If you really want it that badly, I'll go ask Ms. Ikeda, but she's probably gonna torture my tummy again".

Maya paused. Was it really worth it? Sending her lover to get tortured by a woman that she hated, just to have access to a video of her schoolmates commiting seppuku?

"Well, what are you waiting for? The archives are just down the corridor," Maya chirped. She thought it would probably be worth it, after all, they would both get to enjoy it together, and that's what counts in the end.

Laura trudged towards the archive room. She looked up at the door.

"Risa Ikeda - Archive Technician," The plaque read.

Laura paused, looking down at her exposed belly. She gently rubbed it, fearing what strange new ways to torment her Ms. Ikeda would think up. Gathering her courage, she walked up to the door, opened it, and walked in.

"Good afternoon Ms. Ikeda," Laura said, her voice filled with anticipation.

"Hey Laura, didn't I tell you to just call me Risa? I'm gonna have to punish you for that," Risa chirped, standing up, and slowly walking towards Laura.

"So, what brings you to my little dungeon today?" She asked, bringing her hand to Laura's belly, gently massaging it. "Did you come for a little play-date? You know, I really did miss you".

A chill ran down Laura's spine. She wanted to push her away, to run, yet she could do neither of those two things. She tried thinking of the fun Maya and her will have once they get a hold of this video. They'll be going at it for hours. Maybe even days - as unlikely as that was.

"I'm here for a video," Laura blurted out, "The one where the baseball team's captain committed seppuku, and where that girl rushed the principal".

"Oh? That ones my favorite you know~" Risa whispered, licking Laura's ear, "It's going to cost you; how does 2 hours sound?"

"W-wait, 2 hours? It's not like it's..." Laura was cut off, by the sudden intrusion of Risa's tongue in her mouth. The technician obviously was not one to bargain with.

Risa pushed her against the door, their tongues intertwined. Risa lowered one hand under Laura's skirt, gently rubbing the girls clit. While genuinely surprised, as Risa had never done this before, Laura was not enjoying this - she would be, but she knew Risa. She wouldn't let her enjoy it. Risa broke off the kiss.

"What's wrong baby, why are you so tense today? Did someone hurt you?" There was, surprisingly, genuine concern in Risa's voice.

"No, it; it's nothing," Laura said softly.

Risa smiled, taking Laura's hand, and guided her to her desk. Laura, already familiar with the routing, sat down on the desk, and stuck her belly out, ready for whatever torture Risa had prepared. Last time, it was sticking burning needles into her belly button. Before that, it was hot wax, and the time before that, punching with a spot of whipping. This time however, the only thing she felt was Risa's soft hand, gently tracing down her midriff. Risa then put both hands around Laura's waist, holding her tight, as she brought her head close to her belly.

"I can't imagine how I could torment your poor belly before, it really pains me to think of what I've put you through," Risa whispered softly, as she started to gently kiss Laura's belly.

"Yeah, of course you regret it, fucking cunt," Laura thought. Looking down at her tummy, she saw Risa gently plant kisses all over it, slowly circling her navel.

Risa tightened her grip ever so slightly, as she began to use her tongue. She dragged her tongue around Laura's midsection without abandon, savoring the taste of the girls soft skin. She started to circle Laura's belly button now, before finally injecting her cold, moist appendage into the girl's soft, oval belly-pussy. Laura let out a soft moan, enticing Risa to keep going. Her tongue now twirling around, sent an incredible, tingly sensation to Laura's loin. As if by instinct, Laura placed both hands on Risa's head, as if trying to help guide her tongue to its mark.

"Harder," Laura moaned, and Risa listened.

Risa's tongue was now thrusting in and out of Laura's belly button, pounding it's core. Laura started to move her hips to the rhythm of her partner's tongue, lost in the moment. Risa moved her hands off of Laura's waist, moving one down her own skirt, while the other, found its way into Laura's panties. She started fingering herself, and Laura, bringing both of them to a wild, loud, and wet orgasm. Not satisfied with just one, she slid another finger into Laura's tight pussy, slowly finger-fucking the girls gentle, sensitive, and very wet private parts.

From belly worship, to finger-fucking, and finally to full blown, lesbian sex. The two now lay on the floor, legs entwined, kissing, and madly rubbing against one another. This was the first time Laura enjoyed herself in this room, with this person.

Worn out, after two hours of intense sexual enjoyment, Risa gathered the strength to talk, "Hey, Laura? Would it be alright if you visited more often? I don't really have many friends, and it gets really lonely in here. O-or if it's fine with you, maybe I can visit you sometime? I promise I won't do anything weird, and -"

"I already have a girlfriend, and after all the shit you put me through over the past 2 years since you came to work here, do you suddenly fucking think that everything is gonna be great between us? You torture me for two years, TWO, YEARS, how in the fuck do you think that makes me feel?" Laura yelled, silencing the smitten Risa.

Risa's eyes teared up, but she held back. She looked up at the ceiling, her smile now gone.

"I'll get you the video," She said, her voice trembling.

The heartbroken database technician stood up, not even buttoning up her clothes, and walked over to the terminal. A few minutes passed, Laura, now fully dressed, waited for the file transfer to complete. Risa emerged, flash drive in hand. She handed it over to Laura, without saying a word, and sat down at her desk, tears streaming down her cheeks. Laura promptly left the room, leaving Risa alone, as she always was.

"I'm so stupid, I'm so fucking stupid," Risa sobbed.

She had managed to push yet another person away from her. Laura was not the first person Risa fell in love with. Before Laura, she used to love a man. She did everything for him, she almost worshiped him. They were together for a few years, but he left her. Why? She was too nice, too clingy, and he started to despise her. After that, she started to despise men - and led her to change herself, a little too much. She became a recluse, becoming more and more twisted as time went on. When she first saw Laura, it was love at first sight. She still remembers when she first laid her eyes on her, the way her chest tightened, how her mind raced. Yet, she was broken, twisted. Had she treated Laura the same way she treated her previous lover, this story would have no doubt been about the adventures of Laura and Risa, alas, that was not to be.

"I should just die. I can't live like this, I can't..." Risa whispered to herself.

Her gaze slowly turning to a drawer on her desk. She opened it, and took out 3 things. A shot glass, a bottle of Whiskey, and a tanto. Ignoring the shot glass, she chugged down a good portion of the whiskey, before grabbing the sheathed tanto, and heading to the principals office. She would need her request to commit seppuku approved - which meant revealing the little trades she made with Laura. This would no doubt lead to Laura being forced to commit seppuku for breaching a school rule, and being involved with a member of staff to boot; but if she couldn't have Laura in life, then they would have each other in death.

She stood outside of the principals office. She closed her eyes, and knocked.

"Come in," A stern voice rang out.
Risa slowly opened the door. The principal was sat on his chair, and to her surprise, there were two security guards standing beside him.

"Ah, Ms. Ikeda, we were just talking about you. I was about to ask these gentlemen to apprehend you, however you seem to have come to us," Pausing as he glanced down at the tanto in her hand, "And you're prepared as well I see. Splendid. I've already filed a report to the council outlining your transgressions, as well as that of one of our students. Is there anything you would like to say for yourself before your punishment?"

Confused as to how he came to know, she asked, "Is this about sharing archived videos with one of our students? If so, then how did you know? I'm the only one with direct access to the database, and the database can only be accessed directly from the archives".

"You're correct on all accounts, however I was not aware that you were distributing archived videos to the students. This is about your illicit relationship with one of our students, Laura. I'm not sure if you're aware, but we have had CCTV camera's installed on campus last month. One was also installed in your office. However, hearing your confession now, I'm not sure I can offer you the courtesy of allowing you to disembowel yourself; sharing such videos, to students no less, is truly disgusting," He snapped, angered by his employee's inappropriate actions, "Guards, restrain her, I will deal with her myself".

The guards nodded, and moved towards Risa. She didn't resist, and calmly allowed them to restrain her hands, disarming her, and bringing her in front of the principal. He sighed, stood up, and took out a mat, and a bowl, ordering one of the guards to keep her standing on the center of the mat, while the other held the large, ornate ceramic bowl. He prodded her belly with his fingers, trying to find her navel. Having found it, he unbuttoned her shirt, only around her belly button. She watched his every move.

"Remove her handcuffs, she won't resist," The principal said, as one of the guards quickly freed her hands, "Ms. Ikeda, hold your shirt like this. I will split your navel, and pull your entrails out of it. You will then stand in silence, awaiting your death. That will be your punishment, and repentance".

A chill ran down her spine. She could last for hours, maybe even days before finally succumbing to a small wound such as that, not to mention the pain would be nigh unbearable. Yet, she smiled. At least it would be the end. She wouldn't have to suffer any more, she wouldn't make others suffer. She could finally be together with Laura, in death. She arched her back, and stuck her belly out, looking the principal straight in the eyes, signalling she was ready to begin. He unsheathed the tanto, inserting it into her slit-shaped navel. It was a perfect, albeit tight fit. Without warning, he pushed it in. Risa twitched. It didn't hurt as much as she thought. If anything it was somewhat pleasant. However, just as she began to enjoy the moment, he violently twisted the dagger, first left, then right. She almost keeled over, only getting held upright by the guard standing behind her. Blood was almost erupting out of the wound. The principal pulled the dagger out, and gave her a minute to compose herself.

"So much for lasting a few days," She mumbled under her breath.

The principal ignored her. The principal looked to the guard who was helping Risa to stand. The guard nodded. The principal took that as a sign to continue. He took off his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and took a pair of disposable latex gloves from one of his drawers. He inspected the incision. Twisting the knife around certainly expanded the wound, and the bleeding was profuse, to say the least. It was not a clean cut either, with the sides being visibly torn apart.

"Spread your wound open," He commanded.

Risa looked down in shock. She brought her hands to what was left of her navel, and slowly grabbed the torn edges. A sharp, burning sensation coursed through her belly. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Following the principals orders, she began to slowly pull open the wound. The sound of skin and flesh beginning to tear only made her feel even worse. Her legs trembled, she felt sick. He shoved his hand into her stomach, grabbing a fistful of her guts. He yanked them out, her warm, slippery intestines, now being piled into a cold ceramic bowl. He did not stop, and the horrid pain, and strange tugging sensation she felt in her center made her feel sick. Looking down did not help. The sight of her guts being effortlessly unwound only added to her nausea.

"Open the window, and get me the lighter fluid," The principal said softly.

The guard who helped hold Risa up let her go, nearly causing her to fall over if she did not use what little strength she had to keep herself upright. He grabbed a large bottle of lighter fluid, and opened the large window behind the principals desk, just to the right of Risa. Satisfied with the quick response, he took the tanto once more, and cut her bowels free. The strange sensation in her midsection was soon replaced by a dull pain. Her entrails were neatly piled up in the ceremonial bowl, which was placed outside of the window. The principal, taking off the latex gloves, and disposing of them, took the lighter fluid, and poured a generous amount of it on her disembodied guts. He took an ornate lighter out of his pocket, and set them ablaze, as a strange, somewhat sweet smell began to fill the air. He turned to face the severely distressed Risa, then towards the guards.

"Both of you, hold her up, make sure she doesn't struggle," He said, as he unzipped his pants, revealing his rather large erection.

Risa looked in horror. He wouldn't. He did. He rammed his pulsating cock into her mutilated, empty belly. He was thrusting with extreme vigor, so much so that Risa couldn't keep the contents of her stomach down. She projectile vomited all over him. This angered him. He pulled out his dick from her torn navel, clearly dissatisfied by the lack of stimulation. One glance at the guards, and they brought her down to her knees.

"If you bite, I'll tear your teeth out one by one," He snarled, rubbing his erection on her cheek.

Risa was bawling, from the pain, the weakness caused by blood loss, and by the sudden, rather disturbing turn of events. She was being raped, and killed. At the very least, her honor would remain intact, what, with her guts already being spilled. Taking some solace in that, she accepted his cock, first wrapping her lips around the tip, slowly moving her head, back and forth. She gently licked the tip with her tongue, as he began to push deeper and deeper into her throat. Her tongue now lapped around his glans, as his dick pulsed, releasing his seed into her. Feeling satisfied, he pulled out. However, he was far from finished.

"Tear her skirt off. I'm not done," He commanded, panting from the sweet release.

As she coughed from the mix of blood and semen now in her mouth, she was pushed to the floor, as her skirt and panties were torn off, revealing her plump bum, and smooth, pinkish clit. He sat down behind her, lifted her up, and slowly lowered her ass onto his dick. She cried out in pain, as his large cock now perforated her anus.

"Give me a hand-job," He whispered in her ear, "Shouldn't be too hard seeing as you have a nice hole in your belly to stick your hand through, eh?"

She obeyed. She pushed her right hand in through the wound, homing in on what was left of her large intestine, which now served as nothing more but a glorified cock-sleeve. She grasped it tightly, as she began frothing at the mouth. She moved her hand in a piston-like motion, the uneven, slimy surface of her large intestine acting as an amazing stimulant combined with her hand motion. The sensation was out of this world. The principal was in high heaven, cumming again and again to the incredibly skilled hands and guts of Risa. It was not to last. Risa began to slow down, her breaths grew short. She welcomed the sweet release granted to her by death. Her life was never a beautiful lie, like that of others, allowing her one last smile, as she welcomed the harsh truth that is death.

"You two may leave now. I will call you again to collect the body when I'm done with it," He said calmly, extracting Risa's hand from her belly, replacing it with his, as he continued to pleasure himself with her still-warm corpse.

"Oh, and do call up Laura's parents. There's no need for this to be a public affair, just send a formal request for her to commit seppuku," He added.

Maya and Laura, meanwhile, were enjoying themselves quite a lot, watching the latest video which Laura had procured today. A video that would lead to their untimely demise.
Laura's parents were away for the week. The phone call from the school reached Laura directly. In an instant, her plans for the future, a path she thought had been set in stone, had now shattered like glass. She went back to her room, tears in her eyes. Maya, who was awaiting for Laura to return, immediately assumed the worst.

"What's wrong? Did something happen to your parents? Is it about the videos you took from the archives?" Maya asked.

"It's the videos. They found out. They'll send an official seppuku request by morning. They told me it would be better to get it over with now, so they could pick up the body and inform my family," She spoke, holding back her tears.

A chill ran down Maya's spine. She sent Laura to get that video today. It shouldn't be Laura dying for this, it should have been her. Sadly, it was too late to change Laura's fate. What Maya could do, however, was to die with Laura, as a form of redemption, and apology.

"I'll go with you," Maya blurted out, caught up in the moment, and probably not realizing what this meant, for both her, and Laura.

Laura burst into tears, as she threw herself onto her bed. Maya lay down next to her, gently stroking Laura's belly.

"I can't. I can't do it," Laura sobbed, "I'm scared".

"Do me, then. I'll tell you what its like, just don't cut too much, 'kay? I think you'll still want me around while you open up your own tummy," Maya whispered.

Without hesitation, Maya got off of the bed, and took her tanto from her bag. She threw the sheathed, rather tacky dagger towards Laura. This was Laura's first time seeing it, and it immediately changed the mood.

"The fuck Maya, candy pink?" Laura said, unsheathing the blade, "Why is the blade pink! What did this poor tanto do to you?"

"I thought it might make committing seppuku easier, what with it being such an eyesore that I'd WANT to die rather than be seen with it," Maya retorted, and laughed.

"Right, get your ass over here before I decide to off myself from how tacky this thing looks," Laura said.

Maya smiled softly, and went back onto the bed. She sat down between Laura's thighs, rubbing her rear against her friend and lovers crotch. Despite her calm outer appearance, her heart was racing. She was afraid. Who wouldn't be? But, she blamed herself for what Laura would have to go through. She saw this as the only way to redeem herself, and also show Laura just how much she loves her.

"Guess you got bored of all the sex, huh?" Maya asked jokingly.

"Well, I was always into snuff, and who said we can't have sex AFTER we're gutted?" Laura replied.

She brought the horribly pink tanto to Maya's soft belly, near her left hip.

"Ah, wait, not there. Start with my belly button, Naoki style," Maya said, just as Laura was about to puncture her soft belly.

Laura moved the dagger to Maya's horizontal innie. The blade slid right into place, the tip just touching the pit of Maya's navel. Laura paused to admire just how perfectly it slotted in. It was almost as if Maya's navel was a secondary sheath for the tanto. Maya arched her back, feeling the tanto put pressure on her navel, and raised her hands above her head, signalling she was ready. Laura began to push. The pressure slowly built, as the tanto began to tear through skin, slowly making its way into the depths of Maya's soft, deep belly button. Laura kept the pressure up, as Maya's navel soon gave way, the dagger sliding smoothly in, blood flowing neatly in a single stream down Maya's belly.

"T-that feels, great," Maya said. She was lying. She was in a tremendous amount of pain, but she would do whatever it takes to make it easier for Laura, when her time comes.

Laura moved the blade around, slowly gyrating it around her partners navel, before starting to saw left. Maya moaned and groaned, trying her best to make it sound sexual, and not pained. She somehow managed to make it work, as Laura slipped her free hand down Maya's pants, providing some minor relief, in the form of sexual stimulation. She sawed and fingered Maya in unison. Once she broke free of Maya's navel, she simply slid the dagger across with minimal effort. Tear's poured down Maya's cheeks. Yet she knew that this was just the start. There were 3 more cuts left to make.

Laura repeated the procedure to the right this time, cutting a grim blood-red smile into Maya's tummy. Then, she stopped. She lay the dagger aside, and moved in front of the eviscerated girl.

"My turn, cut down my midriff," Laura said.

Maya grasped the dagger with both hands. She had to make the full cut before she grew too weak, as then Laura would suffer unnecessarily. Laura slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her smooth, pale belly. Despite her injuries, Maya couldn't resist. She dug straight in. Her tongue ravishing Laura's navel, before using her tongue to mark how she would proceed with the cut. With Laura's help, she placed the dagger just below Laura's sternum, before quickly pushing it in. Laura winced. This hurt a hell of a lot more then how Maya portrayed it. Maybe it would get better when it got to her navel. Maybe it would just get worse. She honestly didn't want to find out.

"Fuck, Maya, that really hurts," She said through gritted teeth.

Ignoring her complaints, Maya started to pull the tanto downwards, the sound of skin tearing, and flesh splitting open causing Laura to feel sick. It only got worse when Maya got to her navel. The sawing motion made her feel nauseous. She grabbed onto the tanto, stopping Maya. They looked one another in the eyes, before tearing the tanto downwards in unison. The violent tearing caused Laura to puke, and spill out some entrails. Realizing that their time was severely limited now, Maya pushed Laura down.

"Remember that one hentai manga we read, where the girls gut each other, and literally eat each other out?" Maya said slowly, trying hard to form articulated sentences, "Lets fucking do it. It's gonna be fucking wild".

Laura just nodded. Maya, holding her belly, moved on top of Laura. This was one very, very twisted 69. Once they were both happy with their position, Maya let go of her belly, spilling blood and guts on Laura's face; and at the same time, started to lick, bite and chew on Laura's belly and guts. Laura retaliated, pulling Maya's guts out with her teeth, as she started pushing into the wound. Maya pushed her belly onto Laura, making it easier for her to mutilate. Following Laura's lead, Maya began tearing into her lover's stomach. Much like a wild beast feasting on its live prey's soft innards, so too did Laura and Maya feast upon each other. The pain driving both into a primal frenzy, as they ripped and tore each others bellies apart, sending bits of flesh and guts all over. Maya, finally getting through enough guts, found Laura's vagina. In her frenzy, she began biting, and chewing into it, only to find Laura had done the same to her. They drove one another to bloody orgasm after another. Finally, after there was nothing save for a few stray loops of entrails, and mutilated vagina's in both of them, they stopped. Maya rolled off of Laura, turning around, so as not to stare into what was left of Laura's pussy. Their eyes met.

"That... sucked," Laura whispered.

Maya nodded, "Lets tear our hearts out. Get this over with," she said, her voice trembling in pain, and fear of what was to come.

Laura complied. They inserted their hands through the incisions on their bellies. Finding each others hearts, they began to make out. Their tongues intertwining for the last time. Never breaking their kiss, they both grasped and pulled with all their strength. Their hearts, in each others hands, belly to belly, they never opened their eyes.
The last day of school, marking the beginning of high school life for some, and the end for others, which in some cases, quite literally marked the end of their life. This year however, would be quite special. The end of year fair organised by the school was not going to be the main attraction this time around. Some of the students had a slightly different, more bloody plan. The students who were part of the baseball team, along with the photography and media clubs, had drawn up a plan that would end up shaking the current establishment to its core. The ringleader of this movement, was Naoki Hara's closest friend, and vice captain of the baseball team - Yuki Tsukino.

Yuki was the polar opposite of Naoki, she was decent at baseball, though currently a bench-warmer, only acting as vice-captain due to her uplifting, cheerful nature, as well as being very good at the day to day management of the club, something Naoki despised. She was also excellent at planning large-scale events, however this year she stepped down from that role. She had other ideas.

"Did you get the balaclavas?" Yuki whispered, asking one of her club members.

The girl simply nodded, and motioned for Yuki to follow her. It took a few minutes getting from the school yard to the gym storage room, however, as ordered, the girl had obtained a large number of balaclavas, along with rope, high-end photography and recording gear, and most importantly, although very poorly hidden under gym mats, about 3 dozen katanas.

"Oh dear, that's a rather poor hiding spot," Yuki said, giggling, "I'm sure you could have done, much, better".

The other girls expression turned grim. Yuki slowly grabbed a sheathed katana, bringing it to the girl.

"Take it. Oh, and remember to be quiet, wouldn't want anyone to find out about this little party we're planning until its too late," she whispered into the girls ear, her hands massaging the girls belly.

Yuki stepped back, looking expectantly at her subordinate. The girl quickly unsheathed the katana, dropped to one knee, and without breaking eye contact, plunged the blade into her round navel. Wasting no time, she almost threw herself against the floor, impaling herself on the sword with a rather audible grunt. She had lost all sensation in her legs. The sword had managed to damage her spine, leaving her partially paralyzed, awaiting a slow death.

"Good girl," Yuki said, kneeling down next to the mortally wounded girl, giving her a sloppy, long kiss as goodbye, "I'll be back with the others in about 2 hours. Have fun~".

Yuki left the room, making sure to lock the door behind her. She sighed. Today would be her last day as well, in fact, everyone who came to school today will, if everything goes as planned, be dead before the day is out. She looked down at her body, remembering the times she spent with Naoki, as well as other club members, (something she never mentioned to Naoki of course). She loved how the uniform accentuated her hourglass figure, and how it attracted the loving eyes of her schoolmates. Soon, those eyes will be filled with terror. Getting wet at the thought, she went back into the storage room, much to her underlings surprise, and took out a small vibrator.

"I lied! I felt bad for leaving you all by yourself, so I thought I'd give you something to play with," She whispered suggestively, as she took off her panties, and lifted her skirt, baring her clean-shaven clit, before shoving it into the girls face.

The feeling of a wet, warm tongue lapping up her juices sent her over the edge, as she gave the vibrator a few good licks, getting it wet, before plugging it into her slit-shaped belly button, thrusting it in and out with vigor. There was a strange, choking sensation in her chest, fear of what was to come, anxiety even. Yet, she pushed it aside, enjoying the moment.
15 minutes to the assembly. The cameras had all been set up, and connected. There were only two things left to do, hijack a local TV network into broadcasting the events that would take place, and actually carrying out said events. The former would be carried out by the media club president, Rin Iwata.

"So when are you gonna -"

"Shh. I'm working," Rin hissed, taking her eyes off the screen for a mere second to glare at Yuki.

Realizing that she is clearly not wanted here, Yuki decided to leave Rin to hijacking the network. She didn't particularly like working with her, what with Rin's short temper, anti-social attitude and rather plain looks. It really wasn't unusual for Yuki to dislike people purely based on how they looked, but with Rin, she despised the girl, and yet, here they were, working together. Partly due to a common interest, but mostly because Yuki desperately needed Rin's particular skill-set to truly get her message across.

Yuki exited the media club closet, and as per Rin's request, locked and barred the door. She wouldn't need to leave anyway. She quickly made her way to the gym, avoiding any patrolling security guards along the way, as getting caught now could lead to disaster. Taking her time to not get caught, she made it to the gym. Her club members were all present, save for the poor girl who's mistake nearly got them caught.

"Good to see everyone's here, and in uniform too! My own sexy special forces, how adorable," Yuki chimed.

Several of the girls cringed, and who could blame them? Yuki's cringe-inducing statements aside, they were all neatly lined up, wearing their 'uniforms' as per Yuki's request, waiting for the show to begin.

"The principals speech will begin in exactly 5 minutes. As always, there are going to be 2 guards outside the main entrance, and 1 guard stationed at each of the two fire exits. We need to take them out, and secure any exit point from the assembly hall. Once we've got that done, we should deal with the principal and staff members, the students are last, save for any that decide to play hero and interfere. You all know your designated squads, and my apologies to squad C who is now short a member, but don't worry about it too much, you're in the main hall anyway. You all now your positions, now move out!" Yuki yelled out enthusiastically, not caring whether or not she would be heard. It was already too late.

They could have done without her speech, they knew what they were supposed to do, they've been over it a few times, but it instilled a sense of calm, helping to mask the fear of death, of killing, both others and oneself. They split into their designated teams, and without saying a word, marched off on a one way mission.

Yuki watched them leave the gym, she had stayed behind however. She won't be taking part in the bloodshed, rather, she would stay behind with 2 members of the photography club. Not only would they set up a camera to record her, but they would be taking countless pictures of her slowly, sensually gutting herself, snuffing out the flame of life. These two would possibly be the only two surviving members of the school body, something Yuki planned out quite carefully, to ensure that there would be multiple channels of spreading the video/photo's of the 'event'.

Yuki took a deep breath, "Alright, is everything set up? Make sure to stream this live, save a recording, and also take a lot of pictures, no flash of course, that would ruin the recording, so that you can fully capture every moment of me committing seppuku," she said softly.

"So, are you gonna change first or will you make it painfully obvious that this is an amateur shoot? You already sent most of our members off so don't expect miraculous post processing on anything," one of the girls said.

Yuki nodded, somehow managing to ignore someones criticism, another first for her. She had a special two piece yukata-like outfit made for her, one that would bare her entire midsection. This was practical for the purpose at hand, as well as looking quite attractive on her. That, and she wouldn't have to show more skin than necessary, maintaining an elegant, dignified look. At least, as dignified and elegant as one can possibly look while splitting themselves open. She slowly dressed herself, as if trying to delay the inevitable, trying to build up the courage to not only kill herself, but to do so live, while also delivering a speech prior to her suicide, alas, time was not on her side. She had to begin, and soon.

"I'm ready"
The armed teams were moving in on their target, swords drawn, wordlessly taking cover from the guards, avoiding being seen until they were well within a safe, silent kill zone. There were 6 teams in total, each one comprising of 6 members, save for 1 team which was down a member. 4 teams would rush the main entrance, while the other two would handle the two fire exits.

Their outfits, as chosen by the ringleader, Yuki, were somewhat nonsensical given the time and nature of the operation - dark blue balaclavas, long-sleeve turtlenecks, with black leather gloves, and dark olive cargo pants, with the school standard black running shoes. The squad 'leaders' were also equipped with radio comms. Great for when you actually need to be stealthy and perfectly coordinated, and have your identity hidden, but as they would be going on a one-way trip, it really was mostly just elaborate role-play, something to make them feel more comfortable with what they were about to do.

The 4 teams that were to storm the main entrance were now in position. They waited for the guards to look away from the corridor before a few members from each squad charged in, quickly dispatching the guards with swift stabs and slashes to the chest and throat.

"Main entrance clear," One of the captains said.

Within a minute, two more replies came in. The fire exits were secured, and were being barricaded. Those squads would stay behind, split up into 3 groups, and guard the main entrance, and the barricaded fire exits, ensuring that this was a full enclosure. With the entire school being blissfully unaware of what was to befall them, they all sat down, waiting for the principals speech.

"Good afternoon students, teachers, supporting staff. Today, I would like to congratulate all of you on yet another successful year in our schools history. I stand here, filled with pride -"

The principals speech, was cut off. The sudden influx of masked, armed assailants caused him to freeze up with fear.

"Everyone remain seated! Do not interfere or you will be executed on the spot," a voice rang out through the speaker system. It was Rin. Everything was going as planned so far, and everything was being broadcast live. She even took the liberty of ddos-ing the police network to ensure success.

A dozen of the armed girls ran up to the podium, two quickly flanked the principal, and brought him to his knees. A third girl, turned towards a camera, as she lifted her shirt, baring her belly. She turned her katana towards herself, as she quickly dropped to one knee, before plunging the katana into her belly. She stopped to savor the moment, as every student watched in both horror, and a sense of curiosity, as to what would happen next. She gripped the blade tighter, as she began to draw it along her lower belly, slowly opening up a red smile on her midsection. It didn't take long for her to split herself open. She was mortally wounded, but it was not sufficient for her to lose her strength just yet. Tossing the bloodstained katana aside, she stood up, and slowly hobbled behind the principal, before standing at attention, hands resting behind her back, head raised high. One of the two girls who was restraining the principal moved towards her, and pushed her hand into the wound, grabbing a loop of entrails, before pulling out. She then began wrapping the entrails around the principals arms, tying them together tightly. She pulled out more entrails, this time tying his legs together. Finally, using quite possibly the last few loops of entrails, she wrapped them around his throat, all the while he yelped and sobbed, begging for mercy. She began to pull on them, slowly choking the man. His face turned red, then purple, and finally, a strange shade of blue, before he finally went limp. The girl who gutted herself to provide the necessary tools to execute him, fell to her knees. Her two assistants, rather mercifully, beheaded her.

The students watched in awe. The fear they felt was slowly turning into morbid curiosity. A few even felt aroused. It was no secret that seppuku was considered erotic by some, however until now it was always used as the ultimate form of punishment, with one committing seppuku for no valid reason generally being seen as only slightly better than committing suicide in any other way. Today however, they would certainly be given the chance to experience this almost forbidden pleasure, willingly or not.

The teachers that were present, only 4 of them, and only the new, young ones that just joined the school, looked at the scene in horror. This would most certainly end up being a massive bloodshed, and yet, they were powerless to stop it.

"You four, move to the front of the podium. Now," One of the armed girls said.

The teachers followed. There was no point in fearing the inevitable at this point. They knew they were going to die. All that was left, was to die well. They lined up neatly, as they awaited further instruction.

"Bare your bellies, you will die by assisted seppuku".

A moments hesitation, followed by complete compliance. They promptly unbuttoned their blouses, and unzipped their skirts, baring their vulnerable midsections for all to see. Their only reprieve, would be that they would be long gone, before they saw the true bloodshed begin.
Yuki's hands were trembling, her throat felt dry, yet she sat in a specially prepared stage, mimicking a traditional Japanese room, with the cameras positioned in such a way that none of the gym was captured. In front of Yuki there was a small maroon pillow, on which an elegant, sheathed black tanto laid.

"Is everything set up?" Yuki asked.

Both of her assistants, if you could call them that, nodded. They were ready to begin filming, streaming and photographing. Yuki took a few long, deep breaths to calm herself, raised her head and smiled at the camera, signalling that she was ready to begin.

"Good afternoon everyone! I'm Yuki Tsukino, your host. I would like to begin by highlighting a key issue with modern day Japan. Seppuku. More specifically, the use of seppuku as a punishment. I, and no doubt many others out there, see the eroticism and sexuality of the act. Of willingly ending ones existence, in a slow and excruciating manner, the ultimate masochistic thrill! Today, I will be demonstrating just one of the many ways you can commit seppuku, and hopefully, help change your outdated view on this form of suicide," She chimed, maintaining a steady and calm appearance.

Yuki bowed deeply, before grasping the dagger as she straightened back out. She lowered her gaze to her stomach. She unsheathed the tanto, grasping it's handle tightly with her right, while she massaged her lower belly with her left. She took her time, slowly rubbing her soft midsection, slowly centering around her navel. She wanted to experience what Naoki did, a slow, erotic death. Fear eventually gave way to curiosity. Unsheathing the tanto, she brought it to her navel, resting it against the pit, cutting edge facing upwards.

"My closest friend, Naoki Hara, had chosen to die in this way. It was a beautiful sight, to watch her bloom, then perish with grace," Yuki said.

She took a deep breath, arching her back slightly, as she raised her head. Her eyes focused on a small sliver of sky visible through the small windows close to the ceiling of the gym, before finally closing them tightly, as she began to slide the blade in.
Of the four teachers present today, was the schools youngest teacher, Mizuki Sato, a fresh graduate out of university, only 22 years of age. A petite young woman, in her prime, waiting her turn to be cut down. Two of her colleagues had already met their demise, having been gutted in front of the entire student body, and most of the world, though she was not aware of the latter. Tears poured down her cheeks, as a single question kept coming to her mind. Why? Why was this happening? What would anyone hope to gain by doing this?

"Hey, she's kinda cute, is she that new teacher? I think I've seen her around a few times," one of the masked girls asked, ignoring the fact that Mizuki could hear her.

Seeing this as possibly her only chance out, Mizuki replied, "I-I joined at the start of this s-semester. I just received my degree, and there was an -".

She was cut off, but not by the sharp blade of a katana, rather, by the soft, moist tongue of the girl she was talking to. The masked girl forced herself onto the young Mizuki, groping her, touching her in places the girl never felt another's hands before.

"Hey Ms. Sato, wanna die together? You're really cute and It'd be a waste to just kill you," She whispered.

Mizuki was stunned. She was quite intelligent, and it didn't take her long to put two and two together. The purpose of this attack, it wasn't a targeted assault on the principal or the staff, these girls wanted to die. They wanted to take her, and everyone else, with them. A sense of despair fell over Mizuki. There was no saving herself. There was no chance of saving anyone here. The only comfort she had, was that her killer had taken a liking to her, and would die with her. At the very least, she wouldn't be alone.

"Oi, someone pass me a tanto, gonna need something short - oh sweet, thanks".

The girl was thrown a tanto by one of the spectating students. It was a plain old thing, but well maintained, and the handle was smooth and polished. Perfect for what was to come. However, the girl wanted a taste of the petite Mizuki's body first. Killing her wasn't the top priority. She stripped her naked, before having a taste of her small, supple breasts, teasing Mizuki's nipples with her tongue, before lightly nibbling on them. This greatly aroused the young woman, even more so when the girl moved her hand down to her groin, and began to massage her already moist clit. With her free hand the girl stripped off her balaclava.

"You taste delicious, Ms. Sato," The girl said, as she moved her tongue down her midriff.

She paused right before getting to Mizuki's T-shaped innie. The girl plunged her nose right in, sniffing in hard. It smelled like peaches. Mizuki couldn't help but laugh at the sudden nasal intrusion into her navel, it tickled her so very much, but she couldn't really do anything about it. The tickling however soon turned into a pleasant, warm tingling that spread to her loins, as the girl replaced her nose with her tongue, as if using all of her senses to make sure that this was the correct spot for the tanto to slide into. She teased Mizuki with her tongue for a while longer, before pulling away.

"Lets meet again on the other side, 'kay?" She said, catching Mizuki off-guard as she rammed the tanto into her belly button.

Mizuki could only reply with a pained grunt. The girl let go of the tanto, leaving it standing upright in Mizuki's belly, as she began to lick and suck the handle, making it as wet as she possibly could, before kneeling over it, spreading her pussy open, and sliding the handle in.

"Ah, that feels amazing~".

She began to sway her hips back and forth, fucking the tanto, and Mizuku's belly button. Each motion of her hips caused the blade to slowly saw open the stretchy, tough scar tissue of Mizuki's navel. The tanto's handle, with only her saliva as lubricant, felt incredible. It hurt, but it felt so, so good. Strangely enough, even Mizuki was starting to enjoy it. She never felt so aroused, feeling the sharp steel edge scrape against her flesh, before pulling back, only to come full force and tear further and deeper. Her body turned the pain into pure, sexual, pleasure. She was moaning louder than her killer, as she was having her intestines stirred by the gyrating tanto. Eventually, the blade broke free from the constraints of her navel, and began to slide up her well-defined midriff, slice by slice. Blood streamed down her sides, pooling under her midsection, as she was having the orgasm of a lifetime. The girl on top, having had her share of pleasure however, decided it was her own turn now. She got off of the tanto, slowly pulling it out, as she sat down on Mizuki.

"My turn. You're not wasted yet, right? Do me the same way, kinda, just cut down this time".

Mizuki nodded, still euphoric. Grasping the tanto with both hands, she plunged it into the girls belly button, before pulling downwards with full force.

"Oh fuck me. Argh. Fuck. Not anywhere, near, as fucking, great, as it looks, holy shit," The girl said through gritted teeth.

Mizuki didn't care. She was enjoying this. She felt great. What this person felt, was of no concern, after all, it was her that wanted Mizuki dead. Once she felt she cut far enough, she tore the dagger out, replacing it with her fist. She rammed her fist into the wound on the girls stomach, before she pulled out a handful of guts which she then began to stuff inside her own belly. The force of the 'punch' and the sensation of having her guts pulled out of her toppled the girl over onto Mizuki. Seeing this as possibly her only chance of getting some pleasure out of this ordeal, the girl locked lips with Mizuki, and attempted to guide one of Mizuki's hands to her crotch, however unluckily for her, Mizuki had other plans. She wanted to play with her guts, and she was going to do just that. Accepting her fate, the girl wrapped her arms around Mizuki, who was taking great pleasure in rummaging through the contents of her midsection. With both of them intertwined, they kissed, til the girl finally had enough, slitting Mizuki's, and then her own throat, finally putting an end to her suffering, and Mizuki's pleasure.

As Mizuki's thoughts began to fade, she thought, "See you on the other side, kid".