A lengthy wall of text popped up on the screen, full of legal jargon and disclosures. Julie flicked her thumb until she reached the bottom, which took an excessive amount of scrolling, touched the box to indicate her consent, and let her phone's camera verify it was her agreeing to this mumbo-jumbo. Then the video began to play.

A ball of nerves fluttered in her lower stomach, almost like a cramp, or a sickness. She couldn't believe she was watching this. She knew this girl. They had met a few months back at basketball camp. Jessica had been a trainer, not an athlete, although she had the body of a girl who could be an athlete. That body was naked in the video, surrounded by cameras, and Julie had her choice of angles with which she could view its destruction.

Jessi was crying, pleading, begging for mercy. Begging for another chance at life. Her fear was plain, and she made no attempt to hide it. When one of her handlers cut open her belly and began the messy work of removing her insides, the girl was a blustering, babbling fool.

Julie didn't understand why this excited her so. She didn't know why her fingers were in her slit, stirring up fires that burned hotter than all seven hells in her loins. This was the first time she actually knew the victim. She had interacted with her. Spoken with her. She recalled those moments, those conversations, and thought about how clueless Jessi had been to what awaited her. That girl hadn't even the slightest inkling that in a few months this would be her fate. It boggled her mind just to think about it - the sheer gravity of it all. The orgasms she achieved when she watched the light go out of Jessi's eyes were more intense than anything she'd experienced before.

Am I a horrible person? She thought she probably was, but she still couldn't bring herself to care.

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Devin watched as Julie came cheerfully bustling into class, her backpack creating a slight arc in her back, thrusting her perky breasts forward into her white halter tee and stretching her milky pale midriff taut and bare. She wore loose blue jeans, faded and ripped, revealing patches of creamy skin on her thighs, and her chocolate-colored bob cut was adorned with a blue headband that complemented perfectly her dazzling cerulean eyes. The flush in her finely sculpted cheeks and the halfcocked smile playing on her lush lips spread between her chiseled jaw, her celestial nose and her squared chin made her the epitome of beauty, charm, sensuality and cuteness. Devin's cock stiffened as it always did at the sight of her.

When she plopped down in her desk next to him and leaned over to whisper, "Dude," in her conspirator's voice, he knew what followed was going to be good. "You won't believe what I found."

Devin looked at her and raised his eyebrows, and without another word Julie passed him her phone.

Looking down at the images on the small screen, Devin felt his balls boil and his prick nearly rip a hole in his trousers. He glanced back at Julie and she bit her lower lip. He could see the fierce yearning in her deliciously mesmerizing eyes.

"I knew her," Julie told him. "Met her at basketball camp."

Devin looked back at the girl with the kind brown eyes glossed over and vacant. It was exactly who he had expected to see. It was amazing how well this was all playing out. "So this is why you weren't answering your phone last night."

Julie giggled mischievously. "You can come over tonight… after dinner."

Devin nearly moaned with anticipation. He wouldn't be going over to her house ever again, and Julie had no idea what was coming. Still, he needed confirmation. "How did you find this?"

"That site you told me about. Secret Snuff. I was browsing around and found this. I couldn't believe it was really her."

Devin's blood pounded in his cock. "Secret Snuff?"

Julie nodded.

"Did you acknowledge the terms and conditions?"

Julie nodded again.

"Did you read them?"

Julie gave him a baffled expression. "Who the fuck reads that shit?"

"Julie…" Devin's throat was dry. He could hardly believe this was really happening.

The bell rang and Mr. Jorgensen came into the classroom with several men in suits. He was holding a tablet which displayed some document Devin felt certain he could make some suppositions about, and Mr. Jorgensen addressed the class. "I apologize for the disturbance. It seems Julie will need to be excused from today's class." Then, fixing his solemn expression on Julie, he told her, "Julie, these men will be taking you out to the yard. They have your consent for you to be euthanized."

"What?!" Julie replied, her blue eyes wide.

"We've verified everything is in order," Mr. Jorgensen said.

"It's the site, Julie," Devin told her, his voice little more than a whisper. "The terms and conditions." Julie had signed her life away without realizing it.

"Oh shit," Julie said. "Oh shitting fucking shit. I can't die. I take it back. I don't wanna die."

Two of the men in suits stepped forward and grasped her by each of her arms and hauled her to her feet.

"Wait! No! You can't do this!" Julie's voice was growing frantic, and Devin heard the hopeless panic laced through her words. There was of course a clause prohibiting her from recanting, so Julie's fate was sealed.

As she was drug from the room and out into the hallway, Devin stood up to follow her. “I need to go with her,” he told Mr. Jorgensen. “Maybe I can comfort her.” Devin knew Julie would not be comforted; he simply wanted to watch her die. He’d miss her company, sure, and their sexual escapades were without rival, but watching her get snuffed? This would be the ultimate experience.

Mr. Jorgensen responded by addressing the class as a whole. "I think a recess is in order. I'd not ask for your attention while one of your classmates is losing her life just outside these walls." He spoke with a slow, deliberate heaviness in his voice. To Devin he said, "You may go be with your friend," and to the class he added, "and anyone else who wishes may feel free to join him."

Devin heard someone say, "Yo, Julie's getting snuffed, come on!" but he didn't turn around to see who it was. He heard people getting out of their seats behind him, but he was the first into the hallway. Julie and the suits were already out of sight, gone around one corner or another. To her credit, Julie's protests were no longer audible, so Devin tried to follow the murmurs and scuffling footsteps. He hurried down the hallway to the left, looked both ways when it t-barred, then doubled back.

At the other end of the hallway, he hung a right, then a left out the front doors. It was there he found the production already being staged. Julie was stood on wooden planks, and Devin arrived just in time to see two handlers punch stakes through her feet with air guns, nailing her to the platform. A wooden frame, roughly the size of a doorway, rose up around her, and her hands were stretched out to the left and right of her head and nailed to the frame in a similar fashion. A thin wire noose hung from a winch above her, and this was lowered and cinched around her neck, then the slack was promptly taken out of the wire and her teeth clinched as her windpipe began to close.

Cameras were everywhere, and Devin added his phone to the barrage of filming equipment. He intended to inquire after the professional footage, but he wanted his own private version just in case.

Julie glared at him and croaked, “Devin,” her tone accusing him of this heinous betrayal. “Devin…” Her mouth opened and closed, her breath tight in her constricted throat, “I’m dying.”

Devin was unfazed. “I know, it’s gonna be awesome!” Julie had been excited she had known the brown-eyed girl from basketball camp, but Devin had known Julie since they were kids, and they had been fucking each other for three years now. He could hardly contain himself. The expression Julie gave him indicated she didn’t share his enthusiasm, but Devin didn’t care. Julie hadn’t felt guilty about reveling in the basketball trainer’s death, so why should he feel guilty about gleaning pleasure from her death?

They shared no more words for the next couple minutes, and all that could be heard were the choked sounds of Julie struggling to breath. Devin might have been concerned that they’d simply strangle her and it would all end too quickly, but he saw the handlers wielding hunting knives and donning butcher’s aprons. Sure enough, when Julie’s face started turning purple and red veins began to appear in her bulging eyes, slack was returned to the wire and she began sucking up jagged breaths of air.

As her face began to regain its natural color she was assaulted on both sides by the knife-wielding handlers. They stuck their blades into her abdomen with callous indifference, piercing deep into her guts, first on the sides of her belly and then progressing towards the center, where her cute navel stood bare. Two, four, six, eight, ten wounds opened up in her midriff within seconds. Blood squirted and spurted and poured and dripped, and shocked gasps went up from the students and teachers who were congregating around her to watch this brutal scene.

Julie grunted and cried out softly as she was stabbed, and a third handler came up and began sticking a knife in her back. Devin moved closer, twisting his phone this way and that, trying to get the best angle. Julie’s incredible blue eyes rolled wildly in their sockets as she was savaged, wound after wound being inflicted in her tender midsection and lower back. Devin was trying to keep track of the stab wounds but they were coming so fast he quickly lost count. After around thirty, one of the handlers began poking holes in Julie’s thighs and buttocks, and another stopped stabbing her in the stomach long enough to slice open her tee shirt and rip off her bra, exposing her pert young breasts.

Altogether the frenzied attack lasted maybe ten seconds, but when the handlers took a step back to let their audience and the cameras observe the scene, Julie had been stabbed upwards of fifty times. She licked her lips and looked down at herself, muttering, “Oh fuck, fucking look at me.” Then she looked up at the crowd and her eyes found Devin’s once again. She opened her mouth to speak but the winch pulled the slack out of her noose and her words were choked off before they left her lips.

A handler stepped forward and jabbed a syringe into the center of Julie’s chest, injecting a serum into her heart. Devin had seen this before. A lot of snuffers used a variety of concoctions that were designed to keep their victims conscious, and in some cases increase their sensitivity to pain. Devin hoped this would do both. Julie certainly remained conscious as she was left to strangle for another ninety seconds, her blood gushing and spattering on the planks beneath her feet.

When at last the slack was put back in the wire, Julie breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling with expansive movement that was clearly visible now that her breasts were bare. Before she could fully get her wind the three handlers brandishing knives and wearing aprons stepped forward and resumed their grisly work. This time they targeted her ribs, her tits, and her upper back, piercing her lungs and perhaps even her heart, although they seemed to shy away from wounds that might expedite her death. When their knives found flesh that would house her most vital of organs, they sank a little less deep.

Devin watched the terror in Julie’s eyes grow increasingly pronounced, and her mouth gaped in disbelief as blood welled up in the back of her throat and spilled over her perfect lips. Her cries and wails devolved into something bestial. It was incredible to watch this gorgeous, intelligent, lively girl be so violently destroyed just a few feet in front of him.

Devin again tried to tally the stab wounds, but again he lost count. Was that two or three stabs in the ribs just now? Did he just stick that knife in her back three times, or four? Similar to the last bout of punctures, after approximately ten seconds the handlers stepped aside and let their audience and cameras observe the victim.

Julie had now been stabbed more than one hundred times and her knees buckled, but that put a strain on the noose around her neck and choked her, so she struggled to support herself just long enough to catch her breath, then let her legs go limp again. This went on for twenty to thirty seconds, with everyone just quietly watching Julie struggle. Choking and wheezing and sputtering sounds came from the dying teen's lips, and she tried to say something but all that came out was unintelligible drivel. Then the winch kicked back on and began to strangle her once again.

This time her knife-wielding handlers did not wait for slack to return to the wire, and they went back to work slicing her up. Instead of simply stabbing her, they now began twisting their knives and pulling them through her flesh. A wide gash was made in her belly, from her left side to her navel, and then another below it. Devin was close enough to hear the quiet squelching of her fat and muscle and guts being carved up. Pink tubing began to snake its way through the gaping incisions. Again the handlers’ wrath was primarily focused on her midriff and lower back.

Their savage brutality was impressive. In seconds they had completely mutilated her belly, cutting it to ribbons. Entrails dangled and bulged from a dozen different wounds. They sliced up her thighs, leaving fat and muscle visible through the tears in her jeans. And the blood. There was so much blood. Rivers of it gushing and flowing everywhere. Devin couldn't believe Julie had so much blood in her. And she was still alert, still alive, still looking at them all with those stunning blue eyes of hers.

Her handlers spent close to twenty seconds this time viciously cutting her up before they moved aside. Julie was left to choke and bleed for another sixty seconds while the handlers with their blood-soaked butcher’s aprons swapped their knives for more sinister instruments. One returned to the platform wielding a katana. Another held a woodcutter’s axe. Another a medieval bastard sword. Julie looked at them as they circled her, and Devin noted the escalating terror in his friend’s eyes.

Slack was returned to the winch so Julie could catch her breath just moments before the katana slashed deep through her belly. Her guts were slipping through this new, yawning incision in her midriff when the long, wide steel of the bastard sword suddenly protruded from her upper abdomen. Its wielder had moved behind her and ran her through, transfixing her stomach. The sword was violently twisted, widening the wound and devastating her internal organs, and it was at that time the axe blows began to rain on her.

The first whacked her on the left side of her midsection. The sound it made as it connected with her flesh was exquisite. The second blow struck her left hip. The third returned to her midsection, nearer to her center. The fourth split into the left side of her rib cage. Devin thought he heard a bone crack as the axe blade cleaved through her skin and fat and muscle.

Meanwhile the bastard sword was rotated and wrenched back and forth inside of her, mangling her innards, and Devin could actually hear Julie’s flesh and organs being ripped apart by the steel. Adding to the sweet chorus of sounds was Julie’s strained, gurgling grunts and choked cries. It reminded Devin of the noises she used to make when he was plowing away in her ass with a garrote around her throat.

The katana made a broad swath across the girl’s back, and the axe bit into her left thigh. The axe handler moved to Julie’s right side after that and drove his weapon into her soft tummy three more times, then took a couple swings at her right leg. While the axeman worked, the katana sliced open the teen’s belly a second time, and the bastard sword was savagely yanked from her body, leaving a gaping hole in its wake, then shoved through her again.

The huge blade emerged near Julie’s belly button this time, a loop of entrails coiled around it. Just as before, it was twisted and turned, shredding and rearranging her plumbing. The axe smacked into her right buttock. The katana slashed the back of her thighs, then slit open her left bicep. The axe struck the small of her back, then her lower belly. The katana cut deep through her left side, then the axe began pulverizing her right rib cage. One blow, followed quickly by another, then another, and then another, and Devin clearly saw a splintered bone, gleaming white amidst the grisly red of torn muscle and sinew and torrents of blood. The bastard sword was pulled messily from Julie’s guts, and the handlers moved aside and put down their weapons.

Julie looked at herself and then looked at Devin. Her once beautiful body had been reduced to a mass of maimed and ripped flesh. “They fucking snuffed the shit out of me,” she said, and actually managed to smile. It was amazing she was even able to talk.

“This is so fucking hot, Julie,” Devin told her.

That made Julie chortle, and then she rolled her eyes. “Fucking ass,” she told him.

The handlers had donned thick rubber gloves that extended up to their elbows, and they began reaching inside Julie’s abdomen and pulling things out. A huge tangle of viscera came tumbling from one of the gaping lacerations in the front of her tummy. A small sac with gashes in it was yanked from her left side; perhaps a kidney? The handler looked at it, crushed it, then slid it back inside of her. To her right a handler was elbow deep in her, feeling around for something, and Julie’s face as she was violated in such obscene ways was making Devin’s cock throb.

Her eyes were wide and her teeth were gritted, and so much of her raw emotion could be surmised from her expressions. What Devin thought must have been her stomach was finally pulled from her right side, a large dripping sack with huge gouges in it. Julie looked at it with her mouth agape, blood gushing over her lower lip, and Devin wondered how much of her breakfast was still inside the organ. The thought of her eating breakfast that morning, not knowing it would be her last meal, coupled with the sight of the girl looking at her own extracted digestive tract sent Devin over the edge and he started cumming in his boxers.