Four young women walk through the dimly lit hallway of snuff club. They're all on the free kill list, and they've all just survived one more shift, mostly by luck.
Christine, the tomboyish blonde, has been a snuff slut the longest out of all of them at just over three weeks, and it's a miracle someone hasn't killed her yet despite her attitude with the customers; most of them must find her amusing. She has a protective arm around Ally, a taller, quiet girl with straight brown hair that falls past her waist. The new girl is visibly shaken after her first day, and Christine reassures her: "Don't worry, I'll show you the ropes, just stick near me tomorrow. You'll still be serving drinks for the first few days anyway, and nobody ever wants to kill you when you're the one bringing their booze." The timid brunette nodded, clutching the other girl's arm like a life preserver as they walked.
The other two are paired off as well, April and Cass all over eachother with not much attention for anything else. Cass has an arm over April's shoulder, squeezing the girl's tit. She isn't paying much attention to the other slut, however. Instead, she's daydreaming her favorite fantasy of her own demise, imagining how dozens of bullets would feel tearing through her beautiful body, how much more sexy she would be dying on the ground, soaked in blood. Over the short time she's been working at the club, she's started to become incredibly turned on by the death all around her, especially the idea of meeting her own early end. Her partner April, a shorter girl with waves of red hair down her back, is a bit more focused. Cass's lightly tanned body is the best out of the four and April is giving it the attention it deserves, stroking and nuzzling into her, admiring her with just a hint of jealousy.
As they turn a corner all four are stopped short by two men blocking their way, the distracted two in the rear almost bump into the pair in front. The men stand outside one of the private rooms looking like security or bodyguards, seeming not to care that they're blocking most of the narrow hallway. Christine is the first one to move after a second, walking purposefully towards them, already telling them off. "Hey! Don't you know there's a hallway here? Why don't you scoot to the side a bit?" Ally follows after a moment's hesitation, hurrying to try to slow her down. "Wait, *please* hold on! They might---" She never finished as, without warning or hesitation, one of the men drew a silenced pistol from his suit jacket and fired directly into Christine's chest, stopping her short. Finally out of luck, she falls backward with the softest grunt of surprise, a single bullet fatally through her heart. She's dead in moments, no time even to struggle. A second after, Ally realizes what happened, letting out a cry as she collapses by her side, burying her face in her would-be mentor's lifeless shoulder. Meanwhile Cass watches it all, mesmerized as her deadly fantasies start to become reality.
It all moves on quickly from there. The man who had shot Christine took her by the ankles and pulled her body into the doorway, leaving a smear of blood on the carpet. The other turned to the surviving three and instructed them "All right, sluts. Everyone inside, now."
Cass and April, still in each other's arms, move obediently through the door into a room furnished with all kinds of snuff implements. As they enter they take in tables of weapons, restraints, a gallows, guillotine, and a couple of more exotic devices. Meanwhile Ally is too shocked to get up, sitting on the floor in a daze. Her client isn't patient enough to let her rest though, so he wraps a hand in her hair, dragging her into the room after the other two and throwing her down roughly near where the dead blonde now lies in the center of the room. Both men focus on punishing her for a minute, sending dozens of brutal kicks into her defenseless body. Cass, still watching, feels a bit of pity for the new girl, and a bit left out, anyway. She is certain now that they're all going to die tonight, but she was ready for it, she thought, and aching to be snuffed already. Why not try to provide a distraction for the poor girl? So she did the only thing she could think to and knelt down near the two men, looking up at them with her best doe eyes, hoping they would take notice. Eventually one did glance towards her, and Cass took her chance and turned up the charm. "Please, sir. Won't you hurt me too?"
He laughed at her boldness, and took out a wicked knife that made her heart flutter. "Play with Red," he told her, "We're busy." Then faster than she could blink, he expertly threw the blade into her thigh. She inhaled sharply, hands going to her wounded leg, then after a moment pulled it out, gasping "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
She retreated, limping and dripping fresh blood, to April's side to offer the handle to her shyly. "Are you sure?" whispered the redhead, "I... don't know if I can." "I'm ready. Please." replied Cass, pressing the knife into the other girl's reluctant hands. "Wherever you want. As hard as you can." as she dropped to her knees, closed her eyes tight, and raised her arms behind her head, leaving herself completely vulnerable. April hesitated as her willing victim took a shivering breath, biting her lip. Not wanting to make her wait any longer, though, the girl stepped forward, before she can lose her nerve, and with all the strength she could put behind it, jammed the blade into Cass's soft tummy. The eager slut let out an "Ooof!" and slumped over, cradling the knife sticking out of her. April could hardly believe what she had done, in a rush she was by her lover's side, trying to confort her. Cass was a tough girl though, and after a second she sat up, and with some effort pulled the knife out, releasing a spurt of blood. She turned to her partner, rewarding her with a short kiss; after the taste she got of the knife she was more excited than ever. She offered it back again, but April shook her head. Blushing nervously, she told Cass "You... do me this time." By this time both men are taking a break to watch, Ally lying still behind them, so April decided to give them a show. She tossed her hair back, showing off her body like a dancer, slipping out of her tiny bikini top. Working her way down to her knees to follow Cass's lead, she ended with her arms up, eyes shut, ready and waiting for her turn to take the knife. She felt Cass press her curves against her back, nearly jumped suddenly the point of the knife slid down her chest. The tip moved over her skin, around her body and down her spine, up and over her right tit with just enough pressure to make her whimper. Cass made her move then, April felt her tense up, and her eyes popped open just in time to see the knife plunge into her side. She wasn't finished yet though, the redhead had no time to move as the blade disappeared into her twice more, the last one ending up sinking all the way in her belly button. She kept herself from screaming, but she couldn't help but let out a moan as streams of blood begin to trickle down her stomach. "Three... no fair," she gulped "I only gave you one." "That's what you get for being such a sexy bitch" Cass whispered in her ear, and gave a half twist before pulling it roughly back out, taking her breath away.
Cass held the long knife out to the men then, blade pointing inwards toward herself and April, and gave them a provocative look, daring then to come join in. She explored her partner with her free hand, squeezing her tits, running through her hair, playing with her blood, as one of the men appeared to accept her invitation and stepped toward the pair. As he took the knife, Cass nudged April forward, hoping to watch her die as well before it was her own turn. He didn't seem to care which of them went first, as he took the unresisting slut by her throat, lifting her to her feet, and pushed the knife into her stomach, just using her to hold it for him for now. Taking out a handful of large zipties, he tossed them to Cass and told her "Make yourself useful, slut. Tie her hands behind her back for me." She went to work immediately, maybe even *too* enthusiastic, twisting her friend's arms into place and tying them snugly; she's had a little experience in bondage that she shows off now. The girl's arms are up behind her back in no time, unable to move barely an inch, her wrists, arms, and elbows tied together. "Now her feet" he says, and she goes to work again. Once she's done with her legs she thinks she's finished, when he tells her "Now her neck." This gives her a moment of pause: did he really want...? He looked pretty serious, she thought. Her slut gave her a smile as she threaded the plastic around her neck, but couldn't completely hide a glimmer of fear and pain. The lovers kept staring into each others' eyes as Cass tightened down this last strap just under her chin, enjoying the complete control, the willingness, and helplessness, of her partner. She paused when it was just snug, looking to the man for approval, and got one word in response: "Tighter." She cinched down several ratchets, the edges biting into April's smooth skin. "Tighter." Another adjustment, their hearts racing together as Cass pulled the redhead's airway closed little by little. "Tighter." Her breathing was rough and strangled by the time he was satisfied, the strip of plastic deeply indented into her neck and her face beginning to turn red. Cass wastes a bit of her precious air with a long kiss, leaving her wheezing desperately when she finally breaks away. The man is bringing out a blindfold meanwhile, tying it around her eyes; she's totally helpless. Unable to move, her breath constricted, unable to even see the next attack coming. Her executioner tied one last restraint, a rope from around her body up to a hook in the ceiling, to support her weight when she would inevitably fall. Then he picked up where he left off, pulling the knife out of her and considering where to put it next.
He decides on a breast, April's are large and inviting; too good to leave alone. He squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh for a few moments, before holding it roughly in place and driving the knife straight through, from bottom to top. The injury earns a gasp from both girls, one of agony from April and one of arousal from Cass, who had been unable to keep from rubbing herself while watching the bloody spectacle. He looked over at the distraction briefly, where the snuff-happy whore was turning pink in embarrassment, then gestured to the other man (take care of this, will you?) and turned back to focus on his current victim. She had to bite her lip as he began fingering the hole in her navel, more blood running down her stomach from the abuse. He casually drove the knife into her several more times, slipping it quickly between her ribs. A strangled sob escaped her and she almost buckled under the assault, but she recovered and managed somehow to remain proudly upright, giving her best as she approached her final moments. Then he carefully put the edge against the nipple of her uninjured breast and neatly sliced the sensitive spot in half. The pain became too much, and she gave a weak scream that ended with her choking and coughing up a mouthful of blood. Thick streams of crimson drip from her lips, drizzling down her chin and painting her bare chest as she takes a rattling breath. "You're making too much noise, darling. I'm going to have to shut you up now." and with a sudden yank he zipped her throat closed completely. She opened her mouth wide, desperately searching for air and overwhelmed with pain. Then the man cut her struggle short by burying the knife in her back, skewering her heart. She jerked once, surprised, then went limp, her body beautifully dangling over a pool of blood. He watches her corpse swing sightly in her bindings, her head hanging, body covered in red blood and face hidden in red hair.
Meanwhile, the other customer has been warming up on Cass. He starts by shooting her in the legs from across the room. She watches, fascinated, as bloody holes punch through her plump thighs one by one, panting with pain as each bullet impacts. Soon she couldn't have gotten up from where she knelt if she wanted to. Occasionally one will go high and hit her in the stomach, making her groan. As she tries uselessly to hold back the blood, she's distracted by a scream, and as she turns to look she's rewarded with the sight of April losing her life. She can only watch and wish she had been the one holding the knife, but even just as a spectator she can still savor the view as the girl she loves is slaughtered.
April's killer takes the body to the others, dumping her roughly by Christine. Then he checks on Ally to find that the terrified young slut is now awake, suppressing her panicked breathing and trying not to attract attention. He drags her to her feet, calling the other man over as he walks her across the room: "This one was faking, sneaky little whore! I don't think she's learned her lesson!" She whimpers aloud as she hears this, earning herself a slap across the face, but she's unable to hold back another cry of despair when she sees her destination, the gallows against the far wall. Marching her up the steps to the platform, he takes a spare ziptie and cinches her wrists behind her back. Then he drops the noose over her head and gently pulls her long hair free from the rope, taking his time to enjoy its silky weight sliding through his hands as he spreads it over her shoulders. They're face to face for a moment, there are tears in her eyes and a tremble in her voice as she begs "Please! I don't want to die, I just needed the money so bad." He turns without a word, stepping off the platform. Her desperation growing, "They said I wasn't supposed to get killed this quickly, it's only my first day! I'm not ready!" The men chuckle at that, and her horror and panic grow as she sees one getting ready with the lever. "No, no, wait! I'm not legal! I lied on the application, I'm only s---hgk!" The platform falls away, leaving her over a heart-stopping drop before the rope snaps tight as it catches her by the throat. She dances for the two men, kicking and arching her back, slowly turning to show every angle of her slim body. "You think she's telling the truth?" "Hard to tell. I wouldn't take her word for it." Both men watch her twitch in midair for a bit, then growing bored they used her dying body for target practice, one taking a few lazy shots while the other threw knives until she hung lifeless.
Cass watched the execution from the sidelines, slumped against a wall where she had been left for the moment. She rubbed herself slowly, still awake enough to be aroused by the death, but slowly fading from blood loss and losing strength to do much else. She dimly realized they would be coming for her next, to finally finish the job. Sure enough, one of the men comes over and she smiles up at him weakly, welcoming the end. He drags her to the others, giving her the opportunity to see April's body in her own final moments, and lays her down to the side. She sees her killer carefully take out a garrote, the wire as fine as a thread, and passes it around her neck. Then she feels a tug at her throat, and realizes she's been cut as blood spurts out, the stream pulsing in time with her heartbeat. She involuntarily makes a pitiful noise through her severed throat, but her strength is gone and she can only lie quietly, her breath gurgling softly as she bleeds out.
The men abuse the bodies a bit longer, giving a parting few shots to Ally as she hangs dead, blood dripping from her toes into a small puddle under her. Christine they hoisted up onto a table and used an axe to hack her apart, her head staring blankly at the body and pile of limbs that used to belong to it. One of the men couldn't resist giving Cass a farewell tit massage, enjoying her best asset one last time, then he gave them a dozen or so slow, almost loving, stab wounds, gently sinking the blade into her unresisting body over and over. Then they brought April to a meat hook, hanging her corpse by the ankles and cutting her throat as well, draining the rest of her blood over her lover.
Then everything was still, dead sluts scattered across the room wherever they fell.