He kicked the loose head across the floor, and it bounced into the open chute in the floor, beside the strategically placed padded bench. Dragging the rest of the trash meat by its ankle, he casually flipped it into the hole, where it banged and clattered down the metal chute before a muffled roar of flame echoed up the shaft, follower a bit later by a whiff of overcooked bacon.

"Now, Mimi, if you'll be a dear, come over beside the bench here. The rest of your sisters, line up behind her, please." Mimi was blushing and fidgeting as he laid back on the bench, his dick rising high and stiff already.

He took a breath, and steadied himself. This time, he needed to hold out as long as he could.

"Now, you'll notice the rest of the girls have all been issued some form of lethal weapon, mostly bladed. Some not. At the moment, you are all avoiding touching them. However, this song... Well. Let' s demonstrate, shall we?"

He touched the button, and the music started. Instantly every woman in the room went stiff at the electric, synthetic buzz of notes and the crash of simulated hand-clap percussion.

Mimi climbed onto the bench, straddling his waist, and had just a few seconds of joy riding up and down on his cock, before a ginger in a skanky maid costume grabbed her curly hair. Mimi had an expression of bliss as the maid wound up, then a look of shock as the short machete crashed through her neck in time with the crash of the percussion.

The maid gave the dead fuckmeat a hard kick in the side, half to topple the corpse into the chute and half to clamber onto his dick herself. She gave the still gawping face of the severed head a playful kiss before tossing it down the chute, too. The maid flounced and giggled for a few bars of the song before a masked ginger in a black leather body harness swung an axe into her throat, sending her head twirling into the air.

It turned into a blur for the length of the song, the lineup of girls taking turns quickly killing their predecessor, taking a few moments to enjoy their first taste of sex, before getting rapidly dispatched and discarded by the girl just behind.

He didn't really notice much until the end. A blood-splattered cheerleader was rubbing gorey pompons over her breasts and face, when a girl in a cowboy hat, chaps and vest grabbed her by the ponytail and cranked her head back. The big iron pressed into the cheerleader's back at the peak of her bounce, when just his tip was in her cunt, and the cowgirl grinned as the gun thundered. Big, slow lead tore a gaping hole through the cheerleader's belly, and he felt cool air on the tip of his dick when she came down in his lap again.

The gun barked three more times again, blowing holes through from the back of her chest to the front, erupting flame shredding one breast and blowing the other free to tumble off somewhere. He watched the Cheerleader look down in horror as the hot barrel pressed into the back of her head, before her face burst open from behind.

The Cowgirl gave a cute smile as she shoved the ruined meat off his lap and into the chute, tossing her gun in as well as she climbed into his lap. She had barely three seconds to hold onto her hat and roll her hips before a veiled harem girl swung a scimitar that took off her arm at the elbow along with her head. Two more swings lopped off her upper torso just below her breasts, then the rest of her torso just at the waist.

The swordswoman flipped the last of the gory meat into the chute and clambered into his lap, moaning and rippling her abdomen, when the last of the gingers flipped a loop of piano wire around her neck and yanked sharply, making her head hop up with a sharp TWANG. The corpse toppled into the steaming, smoking chute as the last girl climbed up, dressed in the school uniform that had been at the end of his desk. He could feel the pacifier buzzing in her cunt as she sank her snug little asshole down over his dick, and rolled her hips around as the music faded.

He grunted, finally erupting, unloading nearly a pint of cum up her ass, watching the glaze in her eyes clear as that strange tune dissipated.

"... Oh! Oh, thir...!" She moaned, quietly giggling, then stopped. "... Where'th everyone elthe...?"

He sighed, giving her brown nipple a playful pinch. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it." One last button press and the shackles on her twenty three classmates unlatched. "Class dismissed, ladies. Off to your next class."

He laid there on the bench as the herd happily trotted out into the hall. He stared at the ceiling and wondered.

What the heck were 'cars' and why did it set them all off like this?