Thank you! Have a slightly longer one, this one school themed.

Teen, snuff, blowjob, anal, semicon, electrocution , execution


The silence in the science lab was thick enough to choke on. Mrs. Davison’s eyes, magnified by her glasses, were fixed on Jessica. Jessica’s ample chest rose and fell rapidly under her tight-fitting blouse, the paper hidden in her cleavage feeling less like a clever trick and more like a death sentence.

“Jessica,” Mrs. Davison said, her voice dangerously quiet. “Principal Miller’s office. Now.”

The walk down the hallway was a death march. Each step echoed the frantic pounding of her heart. Principal Miller’s door was a dark, imposing slab of wood. She didn’t bother knocking; she just pushed it open and stepped inside.

He was waiting. Principal Miller was a large, broad-shouldered man who filled his leather chair like it was a throne. He didn't look up from the file on his desk, simply gesturing to the single, hard chair in front of it. Jessica sat, her hands twisting in her lap.

“Cheating on the biology midterm, Jessica,” he stated, not asked. He finally looked up, his eyes cold and devoid of pity. “That’s three strikes. Plagiarism in English, the stolen exam answers in history, and now this.” He tapped the file. “School policy is very clear on three-strike offenders.”

He opened a drawer and pulled out a heavy, black object. It was a shock prod, a cattle prod modified for institutional use. He placed it on the desk with a solid thud. Jessica’s blood ran cold.

“By policy, you are to be executed,” he said, his voice flat. He then opened another drawer and tossed a pair of steel handcuffs onto the desk. They skittered across the polished wood and stopped in front of her. “Strip. Put your clothing in the recycling bin. Then put the handcuffs on, hands behind your back.”

Fear was a cold knot in her stomach, but something else sparked within her—a desperate, last-ditch instinct for survival. Maybe if she played this differently, she could walk out of here. She stood up slowly, a small, trembling smile playing on her lips.

“Of course, Principal Miller,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. She reached for the top button of her blouse. “If that’s what it takes.”

She made a show of it. Her fingers, which had been fumbling with fear moments ago, were now deliberate and teasing. She undid each button of her blouse, letting it fall open to reveal the lacy white bra straining to contain her large breasts. She shrugged the shirt off her shoulders and let it pool to the floor. Next came her skirt, which she shimmied out of, wiggling her hips. She unhooked her bra and let it fall, her full, round breasts bouncing free. Finally, she slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them. She gathered the pile of fabric, walked to the recycling bin, and dropped it in with a soft rustle.

She turned back to him, completely naked, her body on full display. She picked up the cold, heavy handcuffs. Instead of fumbling, she brought her hands behind her back, the motion pushing her chest out. With a series of soft clicks, she locked them in place. Then, as her final move, she sank to her knees on the plush carpet, looking up at him with wide, submissive eyes.

Principal Miller’s expression didn’t change, but a dark heat flickered in his eyes. He stood up, retrieved the shock prod, and walked around the desk to stand in front of her. The tip of the prod hummed with a low, menacing energy.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded. “And close your eyes.”

Jessica obeyed, her lips parting. She felt the cold, smooth metal of the prod press against her tongue. But instead of recoiling, she wrapped her lips around it and began to suck, moving her head back and forth as if it were something else entirely. At the same time, she brought her cuffed hands around and, contorting her body, slid a finger into her own asshole, moaning around the metal in her mouth.

A low growl escaped Miller’s throat. His plan, his duty, was forgotten, consumed by raw, primal lust. He fumbled with his belt, his zipper, and freed his rock-hard cock. He pulled the shock prod from her mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting it to her lips, and replaced it with his dick.

Jessica sucked him eagerly, her head bobbing, her tongue working him with a desperate expertise. After a few moments, he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her by her arms, pulling her roughly to her feet. He bent her over his desk, her face pressed against the cool wood, her ass high in the air.

He entered her from behind in one brutal thrust, making her cry out. He fucked her hard, his hips slapping against her ass, his hands gripping her cuffed wrists. Then, he paused. He picked up the shock prod again.

“Hold still,” he grunted.

He pressed the tip of the prod against her tight asshole and began to push. Jessica gasped as the thick, cold metal invaded her, stretching her painfully. He pushed it deep, until only the handle was visible.

“Hold it in place,” he ordered.

He resumed fucking her, the dual sensations of his cock in her pussy and the prod filling her ass overwhelming her senses. He drove into her, each thrust pushing the prod deeper inside her. She could feel the pressure building, a confusing mix of pain, pleasure, and terror.

He felt his own orgasm approaching, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Time to pay the price,” he snarled, his thumb finding the red button on the prod’s handle.

He slammed into her one last time and pressed the button.

A universe of agony exploded inside Jessica. A violent, searing current ripped through her body, every muscle seizing in a catastrophic convulsion. The pain was absolute, a blinding white-hot inferno that incinerated her very being. But in that nanosecond of total annihilation, something else happened. The overload, the finality, the sheer intensity of it all tripped a switch in her brain. Her body arched in a final, devastating orgasm, a scream of pure ecstasy torn from her throat as the life was shocked out of her. She went limp, a dead weight on his desk, the smell of ozone and burnt flesh filling the air.

Miller pulled out, panting. He tucked himself back in and composed himself. He pressed a button on his desk phone. “Send in the detention girl.”

A minute later, the door opened and a skinny, pale girl with heavy black eyeliner and dyed-black hair entered. She looked at the scene on the desk without a flicker of emotion. “The bin, sir?” she asked, her voice monotone.

“Take her to the incinerator,” Miller said, waving a dismissive hand.

The emo girl, whose name was Maya, grabbed Jessica’s ankles and dragged the dead body out of the room. A few minutes later, she returned. Without a word, she walked over to Miller, dropped to her knees, and took his softening, soiled cock into her mouth. She cleaned him meticulously with her tongue. When she was done, she looked up at him, her mouth still open.

Miller sighed, a sound of deep satisfaction, and began to piss. The emo girl held still, letting the warm, salty stream fill her mouth and spill down her chin. She swallowed, her expression unchanged. When he was finished, she cleaned him one last time with her tongue, stood up, and walked out of the office, closing the door quietly behind her.