Anna ran one of her broken hands across the young girl’s cheek. The problem quickly became apparent: she had been ordered to snuff the schoolgirl with her bare hands, but those hands were, at present, barely functional. They only had a few fingers left in working order, and even with them, she wasn’t able to move them with full strength. They certainly weren’t capable of throttling the life out of the prepubescent jizzrag.

“Come here, sweetie,” she said, sitting back and crossing her legs. She patted her lap, the light impacts sending throbs of pain up her arms. The young girl clambered up into her lap obediently, and sat down with her back against Anna’s chest. Cum and piss dripped out of the little girl’s tight holes onto her legs. She craned her neck to look up at the librarian for further instruction, and Anna smiled down at her. It was good to see the next generation being brought up so well.

“Good girl.” Anna wrapped her arm around the girl’s thin neck and nestled it in under her chin until she was in a proper chokehold. She braced it as best she could against her other arm, ignoring the pain and discomfort when her hands bumped against each other. She would be feeling much worse soon, she knew.

“What’s your name?” she asked as she began to slowly squeeze.

“Hrrk! Uh, J-Jenny,” the girl said, her eyes going wide with panic. Anna could feel her rabbit-like heartbeat in her throat, pulsing against the inside of her elbow.

“Well, Jenny, you’re a good girl. Now, I need you to relax and die for me, okay? I can’t fight you right now – I’m too damaged. So I need you to cooperate.”

The watching boys guffawed at her admission that she couldn’t even overpower a fifth grader.

“Hnnrkkk… s-scary…” the girl managed to choke out. Anna tightened her grip a little further, cutting off the last of her supply of air. There was a rattling final breath, and then Jenny went silent.

“I know. But it’s what we’re for. We’re just toys and entertainment. Look at these boys! See how much they’re enjoying watching you die?”

Jenny looked up, eyes watering and bulging. Her face was going blue, but through the gathering haze of oxygen deprivation she could still make sense of the scene around her. The older boys were standing over her, cocks in their hands. One greeted her with a spritz of piss which landed in her bloodshot eyes. Jenny shuddered, her body tensing, but relaxed as best she could.

“Maybe it would be better if we gave you something to focus on? That way you’re not just waiting to die?” Anna suggested. Jenny tried to reply, her throat tensing against Anna’s arms, but when she couldn’t get any words out she instead just nodded.

“Good. Well, why don’t you show these lovely boys your young little cunt, and slap it until you die? The boys will count for you. Won’t you boys?”

“Heh, yeah. But only a real slap will count!” one boy confirmed.

“You heard that, baby?”

Jenny nodded again. She managed to suck in a bit of air through Anna’s faltering grip, but it barely mattered. It would buy her a few extra seconds of life and suffering, no more. She did her best to arch her back, spreading her legs and presenting her smooth, glistening little hairless cunny to the audience. A tiny hand rose into the air, and then came down with a wet SMACK!

“Oh, come on!” one of the boys goaded. “You can do better than that!”

A tear trickled down Jenny’s face, but she slapped her pussy again.

“Harder!”

SMACK!

“One! Harder!”

Jenny’s mouth was open, trying to suck in a breath, or let out a scream of pain, or both. But she brought her hand down again anyway, hurting herself for the men’s amusement and pleasure. The boys counted, ragged and disorganized, disagreeing on what number she was on and interspersed with goads, taunts, and insults. One spat in her face and brought his own hand down on her pussy, his strength and brutality making her hips buck and tears roll down her soft cheeks.

“Such a good girl,” Anna reassured her. The little girl wasn’t fighting back for the moment, but Anna knew that might change. She had to keep her attention elsewhere. “You’re doing great. Remember: pussies aren’t for our pleasure. They’re for the pleasure of the men who use us. Feeling pain in your cunt is what a girl is supposed to experience. It’s a very grown-up thing to do, you know? Are you proud of yourself?”

Jenny’s eyes squeezed shut, and more tears ran down her face, but she did actually glow with a bit of pride. To be called a grown-up… a young girl would do a lot to get that kind of praise. With renewed enthusiasm, she gathered some of the last oxygen in her body and brought her hand down on her cunt three more times, hips bucking, her mound turning pink and red from the abuse. The boys’ count reached seventeen slaps, and then her arm got too weak to continue. She choked, mouthing something. None of the watching boys cared what it was. One of them pissed in her mouth, making her choke on foul, acrid urine during her final prayers.

“Die, bitch!” one of them crowed. “This worn-out skank of a librarian is coming to oblivion right after you!”

“You mean it!?” Anna looked up with glistening, thankful eyes.

“Fuck yeah. You earned your snuff.” He looked to the other boys, who shrugged their uncaring agreements. Anna’s arms tightened, and Jenny let out a final, pitiful little gagging noise before her body relaxed. Anna held on. She knew that young girls were often more resilient than they looked, and she’d seen several of them annoyingly start breathing again after they were already supposedly suffocated.

“So, bitch,” the lead boy said, stepping forward so his huge dick swung right in front of her face, “How do you want to get snuffed?”

“M-Marie Antoinette?” Anna squeaked.

“Who?”

“Uh… the royal cunt-consort of France. She got her head chopped off. With a guillotine.” Anna blushed. She shouldn’t have made her request in the form of a historical reference, she realized. There was no guarantee that these boys had even covered French revolution in class yet.

The boy looked over towards a corner of the library, where the school guillotine was kept. A small pile of heads rested beside it from today’s victims – the janitor would remove them tonight, along with the stack of headless cadavers on a gurney waiting to be sent to the butcher’s shop. “Seems a bit quick,” he mused, slapping his cock against her cheek. She winced at the impact of the massive member. “Probably best to torture you first.”

“Oh, of course, sir!” she said enthusiastically, bouncing. Her tits jiggled on either side of the dead schoolgirl. “Cunts like me are made to suffer!”

“Good girl.” He set his cock on the bridge of her nose, and she angled her head upward to lick at the bottom of it. It was an awkward angle, and in order to do it right, she finally let go of Jenny’s corpse. The tiny girl flopped out of her lap and onto the carpeted floor, motionless.

Boys moved in on either side of her, grabbing her limbs and lifting her into the air, to be suspended between the boys. She struggled just enough to be appealing, making her tits shake and her ass wobble. Two hands gripped the back of her top and tore it away, and more immobilized her legs and dragged her crotchless hotpants down and off her body. Her heels were left on her. The padlocks on the sides of standard sets of high heels ensured that they would probably stay on her right up until the butcher shop removed them from her corpse with a skeleton key.

“Tourniquet her legs,” somebody said, and Anna almost creamed herself at the implication. She felt belts being secured tightly around her thighs, the leather biting into her plush, smooth skin. Her eyes flitted to and fro, trying to locate the machete she had seen before. She found it, gripped in both hands by a boy who was staring at her with murderous intent.

“My legs!? Thank you, sir! Thank y-AAAAAHHH!!!” Her words were cut off when the machete came down, cleaving through flesh and getting stuck in her bone. A couple more swings and she was left with only a single leg, the other ending abruptly at a bloody stump just above the knee. She was sobbing and blubbering, and she tried instinctively to look away, only to have one of the boys holding her up grab her by the hair and force her to look down, past her own soaked pussy to where her executioner was lining up to remove her second leg as well.

“Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!” she sobbed, then screamed again as her other leg was severed in the same place. Bandages were quickly applied, tightly wrapped around the stumps to ensure she didn’t bleed out in the next minute or two. After all, she needed to live long enough to experience the guillotine.

“Set her down.”

They dropped her instead. The floor rose up to meet her, and she landed with one arm twisted under her. She squirmed at the impact, only for the wind to be knocked out of her a second time by a kick to the ribs.

“Up! Crawl, meat-slut! Crawl to the guillotine!”

She tried to get up, thrashing her broken hands around in an attempt to find purchase. One stump leg grazed against the ground, and she winced. She had to crawl on those? She couldn’t…

Yes she could. And she would! Because she had a pussy, and somebody with a cock had ordered her to. It was as simple as that. She was his inferior, and he knew what was best. She struggled up, taking a few more kicks along the way, and managed to rest herself on her broken hands and what remained of her legs. With painful steps, she crawled slowly towards the guillotine in the corner, leaving a trail of blood and pussy juice the whole way.

A hand closed on her arm, and she stopped, only to take another kick, this one to her ass. The spiked boot broke the skin, leaving a stinging gash on her plump ass meat.

“Keep moving, slut! We didn’t tell you to stop! It’s your execution, and you’ve got to be on time for it!”

She crawled as best she could even as one of her arms was wrenched up and to the side. Another belt bit into her skin, this time just above the elbow. She realized what was coming a moment before it hit, and braced herself just in time for the machete to swing down, clean through her arm.

“Keep crawling!”

Her vision narrowed on the guillotine. Her salvation. Her death. God, this was so hot… As the boys immobilized her other arm, leaving her to hobble along on just three stumps, she watched the blood dripping off the blade of the guillotine. A dozen girls’ blood, all mixed together, of which she would be just one more. She wanted desperately to get under that blade and contribute her own worthless life to its long list of victims, and her lurching crawl forward was so energetic that she almost wrenched her arm out of her attackers’ hands.

“Whoa, easy there, bitch!” one laughed. He smacked his cock in between her round ass cheeks, then entered her in a single brutal stroke. Her anus was spread wide, burning and abraded. At the same time, the machete swung down for the last time, separating her from the last of her limbs.

She wailed and cried, but kept moving forward, doggedly staggering and crawling even as the boys, one after another, raped her asshole and slapped her cheeks raw. Boots swung, kicking her this way and that, but in spite of it all she managed to maintain her direction, until at last she was mounting the machine, thankful that the bench was low enough that she could still get onto it in her maimed state. She squirmed her way along the blood-soaked board and thrust her head through the lunette.

“Execute me, boys!” she gasped out, leg stumps spread wide, her untouched pussy spasming but denied release. Good thing, too, she thought, relieved by her body’s failure to orgasm, Good girls don’t cum.

The last boy positioned himself over her and slammed his cock down into her vulnerable, raw asshole. She squealed, staring down at the pile of heads as she was raped one final time.

“How does this thing work?”

“O-oh…” She squirmed. “Th-there’s a lever there. It’s gravity-driven, so once you’ve thrown that, it’ll work on its own and slice my head off. Once I’m dead, pull that rope – the… hmm. Can’t point. The rope above me. Pull it down until the blade is back in place. Be kind and leave it ready-to-use for the next executioner.”

“Sounds good.” Somebody spanked her. “These Frenchies knew a thing or two about snuffing girls, didn’t they?”

“Uh-huh. This is still how they do slaughters over there. For, y’know. Old, useless, undesirable cunts. Like me.”

“D-do you think-” she said deliriously.

“Shut up, cunt!”

She sniffled. “Do you think I’m too old? Should I have been snuffed when I was a little girl? Would that’ve been more fun?”

“I said shut up!” Someone hit her, and she fell silent, letting her tears fall onto the pile of dead faces she was soon to join.

One boy next to the machine set his hand on the lever, and she clenched in anticipation. To her surprise, though, he knelt down next to her.

“Hey. You’re, what, 23? 24? Older women like you make the world go ‘round. Without you to teach and give birth, we wouldn’t have as much of the younger, tighter snuffmeat. No shame in being an old bitch, as long as you’re still pretty.”

She gave him a weak smile. “I’m still pretty?”

“Would we be giving you this much attention if you weren’t?”

Her smile strengthened, and she turned to look down into the pile of heads again. There was a mix of emotions there – some shocked, some in pain, some blissful, and others simply blank. Hers, though, would be the first one today to land in that pile smiling.

The cock in her ass spurted deep inside her. The lever flipped. Her moan ended abruptly as it was literally cut off. Her head tumbled down the side of the pile, the world going around and around, until she landed nose-to-nose with the head of a tiny decapitated Asian schoolgirl. She couldn’t have been much more than 10.

“Whew! Bitch.”

She heard somebody spanking her corpse, and smiled all the wider at the knowledge that they were still enjoying her body. She stuck out her tongue as best she could, making out with the dead Asian head in front of her as her last moments of consciousness left her. It had been a good run, all things considered. Maybe a bit longer than she had expected – more a marathon than a sprint – but the final stretch had been fun, and she felt truly useful and hot for the first time in years. She drifted off into oblivion, feeling used and degraded and worthless, and very, very satisfied.