Shannon's Special Sleepover (Pt. 3) [Con, F/F, M/F, Asphyxia, Skull Crushing]

Here's the next part! As promised, from here on out there's only sex and death for these characters. I've written this one with a slightly different style, as I've been trying to already learn from the previous parts. I'm also working on a slight rewrite of the first part, as I accidentally swapped one of the characters names without realizing, plus wanting to fix and improve it in general. I won't post that updated part here, but it'll be on my Hentai Foundry page [here](https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/SteamyPotatos/71042/Shannons-Special-Sleepover)! Anyways, enjoy this next chapter!

[Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/GuroErotica/comments/1cmt2k4/shannons\_special\_sleepover\_pt\_1\_con\_ff\_mf/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/GuroErotica/comments/1cr1snb/shannons\_special\_sleepover\_pt\_2\_con\_ff\_mf/)


Night descends onto Shannon's home. Inside, six friends attempt to sleep, unable to rest their excitement. A clock *tick tick* ticks in the living room, marking the seconds that keep two figures awake in bed. Suddenly, the clock chimes midnight, finally shattering the illusion of sleep and heralding the night's coming event. One figure stirs, no longer trying to rest. She turns to the other person in the bed, gently shaking her side.

"Hey Leah, you still awake?"

Leah lazily slides off her sleeping mask and stares up at the ceiling. "Yeah... Can't Sleep?"

Madalyn props her head up, nodding. "Nope... Can't stop thinking about tonight..."

Leah props herself up as well, giggling. "What, can't get the thought of us getting *murdered* by a complete stranger out of your head? Neither can I~"

Madalyn glared at Leah, her brow furrowing. "No, not really... Though, how do you know he won't just... Y'know, fuck us and then just leave us be? He doesn't *strictly* need to kill us."

Leah rolls her eyes. "*Because,* Mads, this is Shannon's little fantasy. You heard her when she talked about it, especially once Zoey joined in. I could practically *feel* the lust dripping off of her. She *wants* to be killed tonight. Trust me." She teasingly nudges Madalyn, confident in her words.

Madalyn sighs, her arms dropping. "I guess... I just..." She then shrugs, unsure what she wants to say. She thinks for a moment, then fumbles into a response. "I... I don't really see the appeal..."

A mischievous gleam appears in Leah's eyes. "Well, how about I put it in a different context." She quickly snuggles close to Madalyn, placing a hand on her shoulder, making her blush. "Imagine, if you will, what's going to happen *any minute* now."

As Leah speaks, her hand slowly slides down Madalyn's side, teasingly caressing her at it travels. "Some strange guy, *definitely* someone older and stronger than us, is going to break into this house. He's going to see *us* first, two seemingly *helpless* young ladies, half naked in bed. Being the *brute* that he is, he'll absolutely want to have his *way* with us." Leah's hand inches closer to Madalyn's waist, making Madalyn fidget uncomfortably.

Leah smirks seeing Madalyn squirm as she continues her teasing. "When he does, you, being the *oldest* and *strongest* of us, will... *Try* to stop him, obviously not wanting the rest of us being *used.* But, when you do, he *easily*

overpowers you, pinning you down. He quickly *tears* off you clothing, exposing your *cute* little pussy. And, with a simple, quick motion, *penetrates* you with his thick, *girthy* cock." Leah's hand eventually reaches Madalyn's pussy, already moist. With her last sentence, Leah glides in two fingers, making Madalyn let out a long, quiet groan.

Leah chuckles, her fingers gently fucking Madalyn's pussy, making her softly moan with each motion. "Without hesitation, he drills into you, *relentlessly* pounding your sweet little pussy into *oblivion*." Leah leans in closer to Madalyn, slowly picking her pace, and whispers into her ear. "And you love *every* thrust. *Every* motion. *Every* slap of his waist against your pussy. You love *every* bit of it."

By this point, Leah's fingers reached a pitch fervor, her thumb grinding against Madalyn's clit. Madalyn has moved a hand up to her mouth, trying to hold back her moans, her breath staggering. She quickly uncovered it, attempting to say something to Leah. "W-Why-"

Leah quickly shushes her, angling the fingers inside her pussy to force Madalyn to cover her mouth again. "Why? Because, you *love* being dominated. You may play tough, *be* tough, but I saw how you reacted to my little dare... And how you're reacting now..." Leah giggles softly. "I'm the same way, y'know? I just *melt* when someone... Dominates me..." Leah's free hand now moves to her own pussy, caressing it slowly.

Madalyn's moans reach a constant stream, barely stopping so she could breath. She quickly tried to take in a deep breath, attempting to steady herself. "B-But, wh- *Ah~* W-Why th- *F-Fuck~* W-Would I Wa-*Aaa~*n't to d-die?"

Leah pulls back and hums, seemingly savoring her answer before giving it away. "Ah, the most *important* part. See, most people worry over *if* or *when* they're going to die, wanting to delay the inevitable. I get that, not wanting to go before achieving... Well, whatever they want to achieve." Leah's hand on her own pussy quickens, making small moans cut in-between her words. "But us? Little, submissive *sluts* like us? Well, if we *know* we're going to die, just like tonight, we *bathe* ourselves in pleasure and lust, enjoying every second before our demise. Why worry about the future when, very soon, we'll be riding the highest, most *intense* orgasm we'll ever have?"

Leah giggles, moving in even closer to Madalyn, almost practically pressing against each other's bodies. "Back to my little story... As the burglar *ravages* your body, all you can think about is the *inevitability* of him killing you. There's no stopping him. He got what he wants. He's **not* going to leaving any survivors. To him, All you are is a *brief,* little distraction before he moves on to the rest of us. But for you, that moment is *everything.* The best fuck you'll ever get. The most turned on you'll ever be. The highest orgasm you'll ever have." Madalyn writhes with pleasure as Leah continues to hound her senses, unrelenting in her attack. Leah could feel the tension between slowly climbing to a crescendo. "And, as your orgasm slowly boils inside of you, the intruder slowly moves to end your life. Weather that be by *wrapping* a rope around your neck, grabbing a *knife* from his pocket, or even just *resting* his hands on the top and bottom of your head, you know it's coming soon. You can *feel* it. The cold toll of death. Your orgasm builds, and builds, and *builds...*"

Madalyn lets out a cry, her body shaking as her own building orgasm finally snaps. Leah could feel her pussy spasm, squeezing around her invading fingers. She just smirks, slowly drawing out her fingers and bringing them up above the sheets. She spreads her fingers, thin trails of Madalyn's juices connecting them together. "Until he finally cums, burying his cock deep inside your pussy. A wave of pleasure *crashes* through you as hot cum shoots into your womb, your own climax *rocking* your fragile little body. Then, with one *swift* motion, he kills you, your own mind gently riding on the waves of your orgasm as you fade into nothing..." Leah quickly sticks her fingers into her mouth, licking off Madalyn's juices. As she does, her own orgasm fires off, making her gently groan as the tension inside of her is released.

The two girls remain silent for a moment, before Leah perks back up. "So... Does that paint a clearer picture then, Mads?" Madalyn just nods, not knowing how else to respond. Leah chuckles seeing her friend lost in her own pleasurable thoughts. "Then, have you thought about how you'd want the burglar to kill you? I know I have~"

Madalyn's eyes go wide. "U-Uhmm... Maybe..." Leah nudges her side, her eyes sparkling. "C'mon, you can tell me! I'll take this secret to my *grave~*" Madalyn groans at her teasing, making Leah giggle. "I might even be able to make it happen, if you'd like."

Madalyn glares at her, her own face growing flush. "Yeah right, like you could convince someone to kill... M-Me... A certain way..."

Leah pouts teasingly, moving to caress Madalyn. "Mads, I *just* convinced you to stay here and get *murdered,* don't you think I could... *Nudge* the burglar in the right direction, just for you..."

At that, Madalyn's face fills with color, averting her gaze away from Leah. "Y-Yeah, I guess..." Leah stays quiet, letting her friend muse.

After a moment, Madalyn huffs and glares at Leah. "Fine, fine, I'll tell you!" She shifts once again, sitting up, her body tense. Leah follows her lead, more relaxed, listening with intent. Madalyn stares at her, her face flush red and eyes soaked with lust. "So, y-you know when you made me... Crush that watermelon, right..?" Leah nods, hanging on every word.

"W-well, I haven't... I haven't been able to get that *image* out of my head... And when you did you little story, I kinda... Imagined the burglar, y'know..." Madalyn makes a gesture to Leah, wanting her to fill in the blanks. Leah simply smiles, her head resting on her hands. "I *don't* know Mads, that's why I *asked* you, silly."

Madalyn grumbles, cursing Leah. "Fine... I... I imagined him... Crushing me... M-My skull, specifically..." She quickly covers her face with a pillow. Leah's gaze shifted into awe, then into a deep lust. "Like, full curb stomp?" Madalyn nods, mumbling an agreement. Suddenly, Leah pulls down the pillow and grabs Madalyn's face, bringing her in for a kiss, locking Madalyn in place. Leah holds her kiss for several long moments, and then finally pulls back, licking her lips. "God damn Mads, now I *really* can't wait to see you murdered."

Madalyn huffs, her arms crossing. "Hey, why am I going first? You're sluttier than I am." Leah smirks, looking Madalyn dead in the eye. "Because, as I said, you're the *oldest* and *strongest* of the six of us. You falling first leaves the rest of us helpless. Doesn't that sound *exhilarating?* Our spiritual big sister, the one who's supposed to protect us from the *dangers* of men, actually being the weakest of all of us. Succumbing to her *desire* and *lust,* leaving the rest of us to be his little disposable toys..? Admit it honey, you're *just* as much of a slut as I am."

Madalyn could feel her face burning bright red, a caustic brew of emotions swirling inside her. She holds her gaze with Leah, trying to rebut against her accusations. But she knew they were true. After a few moments, her eyes finally dropped, grumbling as she drops her tight posture. Wanting to divert Leah's teasing, she looks back up, ready with her own tease. "How 'bout you, Leah?" Leah smiles, ready to show off again, but Madalyn cuts her off. "I know you want to be choked to death, that much is obvious. But why now? Why not just have your dad... Y'know, follow though?"

Leah, finally caught off guard, adverts her gaze. She thinks for a moment, unsure herself as to why her dad hasn't choked her to death yet. Then, answer in mind, she looks back over to Madalyn. "I think... I think he's waiting for something special. He's been pushing it farther and farther, making me pass out a few times, but he always wakes me back up. It *is* our little father-daughter anniversary coming up, so maybe he's saving it for that... But is seems like-"