“So I heard you were talking about a video you saw,” Julie said curiously.

Devin’s reply was eager and enthusiastic. “Dude, yes. It’s fucking crazy. TikTok offered this girl a new contract and she didn’t read it or something.” He pulled out his phone and in seconds he had the video playing and he turned the screen to show her.

A very cute, fit brunette in baggy jeans and a tiny halter top was dancing and smiling, and she was actually really good. Unlike a lot of TikTok stars, this was not just a lip-syncing pretty face shaking her ass. This girl could move.

“Her name’s Lauren,” Devin told her. “Lauren Ray.”

Lauren finished her routine, posed with her hands on her hips and a huge shit-eating grin on her adorable face, and then she was shot. Someone off screen fired eight or nine rounds into her torso. She didn’t fall right away, but her smile dissolved and her expression went very quickly from that of smug, self satisfaction to stunned disbelief and horror.

Julie tried to imagine what she was thinking. What it was like. To have so much going for you, so much to look forward to, and then suddenly it’s gone. Why is that making my pussy so wet? Lauren turned and ran and whoever had shot her grabbed the camera and ran after her. They were on a sidewalk in a nice, quiet neighborhood.

“She fucking makes it like two blocks before she falls down and bleeds out.” Devin put his phone back in his pocket. “Motherfucker films the whole thing and he reads her the clause in her contract where she agreed to be euthanized while she’s laying there… wait a minute. Oh shit, you wanted to see more, didn’t you.”

Julie blushed. She had started this conversation because she heard, she suspected, Devin was into snuff, and she wanted to see where things would go. She hadn’t imagined he would see through her so quickly. Was it that obvious?

“You’re a little snuff slut, aren’t you? Julie Huerta, the hottest chick in school, is a fucking snuff slut. Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“You think I’m the hottest chick in school?”

“Julie, don’t be an idiot. Everyone thinks you’re the hottest chick in school. I’ve got the hardest, most raging fucking boner right now.”

Julie stepped forward and grabbed his crotch and she was impressed by what she felt. This kid was hung. “I gotta get back to class, but maybe after school we can get together and watch some videos?” Devin nodded and she felt his cock move inside his jeans. Julie giggled, bit her lower lip, and pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and stuffed it in Devin’s hand. “My number. Text me,” she said, and she turned and walked away.
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Devin opened the front door and marveled at the sight in front of him. This fourteen-year-old girl, to whom he'd beat his meat at least a couple hundred times, stood on his porch in tight fitting jeans and a beige ribbed sleeveless crop top with a sheepish grin on her soft lips. "Come on in," Devin told her. "My mom's working nights and my dad's watching the Knicks at a buddy's house."

Julie did as he bid, and he pointed her to the bedroom. "Through the kitchen is the living room," he said, following closely and watching her perfectly shaped glutes flex as she walked. "There to the left, down the hall."

Looking around, Julie glanced over her shoulder and caught him eyeballing her ass. She shot him a conspirator's smile, and remembering how she had grabbed his dick earlier that day, Devin reached out and squeezed a handful of her plump, firm flesh. Julie squawked and giggled but didn't protest. They hurried into the bedroom and plopped down next to each other on his bed.

"So what kind of videos do you watch?" Devin asked.

"Mostly game shows. I saw the first death live on TV on American Ninja. Been hooked ever since." Julie pulled out her phone, flipped her thumb around for a bit, and then held it up so Devin could watch a clip of a very busty bikini clad blonde woman chained to a wall, answering a question and then watching in horror as red lights flashed and a buzz saw moved up into her crotch and cut her open all the way to her sternum. Gore and guts poured out between her thighs in spectacular fashion. "What about you?"

Devin tried to contain himself. Play it cool, man. Gotta be cool. "I've kind of been into social media influencers and streamers who think they'll hit it big and go viral, but it ends up being a bad gamble. That girl Lauren is the first who signed up for something without even realizing it though. All the others knew what they were doing."

"You think we're bad for watching this stuff?" Julie asked. "For getting off on it? You do get off on it?"

"Fuck yeah, I do. Not sure what it is, but fuck it gets me so fucking hard. We're not asking anyone to kill these girls though. They're dead either way."

"Yeah," Julie agreed, "but we're watching it. Giving them views so they can make money off killing people."

"We're just two people. If we didn't watch, what would change?"

Julie didn't argue, but she looked uncertain. "Well I think it's wrong, but I can't seem to give a shit. It feels so good." She giggled then, and Devin thought it was the most adorable, devious, seductive sound he'd ever heard.

"So are you like, a lesbian then?"

"No. I don't think so. I mean I like guys, but I like to imagine myself in these videos."

"You want to be snuffed?"

"Fuck no. I don't wanna die or anything. I love myself. I love being alive. But just the idea of it. Especially when it's a slow death, with wounds in the stomach for some reason. The pain and the fear, it turns me on so motherfucking much. Like you said, not sure what it is about it. But damn."

"So you're into belly wounds?" Devin couldn't believe his luck.

Julie nodded.

Devin moved closer to her and put his hands on her midriff, pressing his fingers into her warm softness. "What if I tied you up and took a butcher knife from my kitchen and gutted you like a fish?"

"That would be awful," Julie moaned softly.

"Would you beg for your life?"

"Please don't kill me." It was little more than a whisper.

"I've got a gun under my bed. How many times do you think I could shoot you in the stomach before you die?"

"I dunno, I'm pretty young and fit and healthy. Probably a lot. How many bullets you got?"

"Fifty?" Devin said, raising his tone at the end to make it a question.

"You're gonna need 'em all," Julie cooed and for the second time that day she grabbed his crotch.

Devin's hands slid up under Julie's shirt to her breasts and he realized she hadn't bothered wearing a bra. He cupped the young, budding tits and flicked her nipples, then slid her shirt up over her head. Julie let him pull it over her arms, leaving her topless, then she returned the favor. They both began unfastening and unzipping their jeans, and once they were fully disrobed they took just a moment to admire each other.

The girl was too perfect for words. Her body was soft, not hard, but it had just the right amount of firmness to it. Her pubescent bosom was still in the early stages of blooming, and clearly she was never going to be busty, but her breasts were pert and they impeccably complemented her body shape. Her hips weren't wide, but they were curvy in all the ways you'd want. Her young, eager face radiated with otherworldly beauty.

"I've never done this," Devin admitted.

"Neither have I," Julie confided.

"I have an idea," Devin told her. He pulled her close to him, his hard, throbbing member rubbing against her lower belly, and together they fell on the bed. Still holding her, Devin used one hand to flip through his phone until he found the video he wanted, and he held it up so they both could watch.

A very cute girl with a round face, big brown eyes, and full figured body was dressed up as Ty Lee from Avatar. She told her audience that if her stream reached one million viewers in the next fifteen minutes she would be snuffed on camera by the katana wielding samurai standing in the background.

"The most viewers she'd ever had was a little over fifty k. She had to believe she was safe. It was just a publicity stunt. How could she know it would go viral so fast?" The girl on the screen danced and stretched and contorted her body in amazing ways that belied her robust frame, her adorable face gleeful and carefree.

"She's dead?" Julie asked softly, touching herself.

"Oh yeah," Devin answered. "She dies brutal. I think you're going to like this."

"I like her stomach," Julie commented. The girl had a soft, almost pudgy tummy, with a deep oval shaped navel. It was not unlike Julie's own midriff.

"It's nice. Kind of like yours. But yours is better." Devin put his hand on Julie's belly, relishing its warmth and firm but yielding malleability. On screen the cosplayer's dance became increasingly erotic, and she began shedding articles of clothing, completely oblivious to her rapidly mounting viewership.

Julie grabbed Devin's pulsing penis and guided into her pussy, enveloping him, catching him a little off guard. "I'm not wearing a condom," he told her.

"I'm on the pill," Julie breathed lustily, "and we're both virgins."

It was all the convincing Devin needed. He let her ride him, fuck him, as they watched this busty cosplayer live out her final moments on stream. The girl was in a park, a public park as far as one could tell, although no one else appeared to be patronizing it aside from the dark figure behind her, and she had her skirt and pants down around her knees, revealing a red g string which she pulled aside to insert a large dildo into her snatch.

Julie fucked Devin while the girl on Devin's phone fucked her rubber dick, and the viewership counter on the screen suddenly hit one million. The man behind her stepped forward and thrust his sword through the middle of her before she even knew what was happening. The shift in her expression from seductive smiles and gasps of ecstasy to shocked horror and agonizing pain was almost comical, and the steel running her through twisted and sliced through her guts.

"Oh my fucking god," Julie said, bouncing on Devin's cock with renewed enthusiasm. The katana was yanked from the cosplayer's torso and the samurai moved up beside her and drew the blade across her belly, slicing her wide open. The girl still had the dildo buried mostly up her snatch, but she seemed to have forgotten it was there. Instead she cradled her guts in her arms like a new born baby, and she sat on her heels and watched her blood pour out onto the grass around her.

Devin felt his orgasm coming on, and he squeezed Julie's tummy and tried to imagine it was her on screen, gutted and dying, drenched in her own blood. "That's what I'm going to do to you, Julie," he told her. "I'm going to bury sharpened steel in your belly and spill your guts all over the place."

"Oh fuck! Ohmagawd!" Julie cried. "I'm dying. I'm fucking dying," but what she actually meant was she was cumming. Both her and Devin came while the cosplay streamer slowly faded away.