::snuff, incest, necro, loli, fuckstop, more::


Two skateboards rolled to a stop at the entrance of Elizabeth Bathory Middle School. The riders picked up their boards and headed inside for another normal day.

Riley Wilde, 4'7", skinny, almost flat-chested, black haired, green-eyed, and so pale her skin seemed almost see-through, went to her locker right next to the school's Junior Fuckstop to stow her skateboard and her sneakers for the day. She wasn't wearing or carrying anything else.

The taller girl, thirteen year old Luna, with the same straight black hair, but hazel eyes and early-bloomer B-cup breasts, waited close by, and when Riley closed her locker, they hugged each other tightly. After a deep kiss, they looked into each other's eyes "I love you Luna" Riley said.

"Love you too, mom. I'll come visit during lunch" Luna kissed Riley again quickly and after they broke their embrace, turned to start her school day.

Riley watched her daughter walk down the hall before she herself went through the fuckstop door, the door that had changed her life, if life is the appropriate word, forever.

Twelve years ago she had been a student here, until she was summoned to the newly refurbished fuckstop, one of the earliest Junior Fuckstops in her area. Back then it had been cutting edge, offering more than just little girls in guillotines. They had installed a drowning hot tub, a spitting station (which the cafeteria staff loved), noose stations, and a chopping block, with trained staff available throughout the day to perform beheadings.

The first time Riley had found herself here led to her finding out that she had somehow come down with what later became known as Necro-Nymph Syndrome, although people had come to commonly call people like her fuck-zombies. Twelve years earlier twh syndrome had only just started making the news. Some people who were snuffed came back to life hours later, but different. Those were confusing times, not the least confusing for Riley who had faded out while getting her guts rearranged by her math teacher with her head held underwater in the brand new hot tub.

She had come to on a pile of corpses, when a woman was dumped down the disposal shoot and landed on Riley's back, forcing a gush of water to spew from her mouth. It took her a while to get her bearings, then crawl out from under the decapited body on top of her. She still wasnt sure if it was Mrs. Grant, her english teacher. The lighting was pretty dim in there, and the head must have rolled away somewhere, but she definitely never saw Mrs. Grant after that day.

After she climbed down off the pile of naked bloody filthy bodies, she made her way up to the nurses office, nude and covered in the bodily fluids of multiple girls and a of couple women, not to mention her math teacher's cum leaking out of her asshole and down her leg.

That was when she learned she was a fuck-zombie. She thought she just hadn't been drowned properly, but it turned out she had died and was still dead. There was still a pulse, and a heartbeat, but they were far below what would be found in a living person, even one in a medically induced coma. She had become something other than human. It took a while to get her head around the situation, but as time went on and science revealed more, and from her own experience, it became clear that somehow she had become an undead nymphomanic.

The medical and scientific community had seen cases like this before, but it was still rare back then. There was a bit of an outbreak before a vaccine was created, although, unsurprisingly, many people declined that option. Most necro-nymphs didn't last long at first. Without proper care and a steady diet of human meat or bodily fluids, they tended to become feral and either withered away or were snuffed until it stuck.

For Riley, though, that first day was stuck in her memory. Dying. Waking up on a heap of dead people. Getting the news, then waiting naked and covered in gore in the nurse's office until her mom arrived to pick her up... she could still remember so much of it so vividly. Some modern experts attributed the precise memory recall to the syndrome, but Riley wasn't so sure, and ultimately didn't care. What she did agree with the experts on was that, as a necro-nymph, she cared most about fucking and eating people.

Her daughter Luna was barely a year old back then. She remembered how awkward it was when she got home. How her mom rolled her eyes when they walked into the living room to see Francine, Riley's sixteen year old sister, nursing the baby while sucking their dad's cock.

"What the fuck? Riley?" her dad had exclaimed "you texted that you had fuckstop duty! What are you doing here!?"

Riley remebered giggling at the expression on her sister's face, with their daddy's cock in her mouth. 'I miss Frankie, but she did turn out to be delicious' she thought as she took a seat on a guillotine bench, waiting for someone to come in and use her. It probably wouldn't be long. She was the only girl there, and over the last twelve years everybody had learned that she was the only necro-nymph her age in the area. She knew she could count on getting "snuffed" at least a couple times a day, so long as she got enough human sustenance to regenerate her corpse during the day. Beheadings took a lot longer to comepletely come back from, but some people liked fucking a headless body while the head was fully conscious and watching. Others were visibly disgusted by her pale skin, with the black blood in her veins showing through, and some even told her to leave the room so they could enjoy the living children without having to look at her.

Twelve years of coming to this fukstop had taught her a lot. She could regenerate from anything (so far) if given enough blood, piss, cum, spit, whatever. Plenty of time with the scientists spent being poked, prodded, examined, and beyond had proved that. If it came from a human it would sustain her and if her head was placed firmly against her neck she could come back from decapitation.

As she waited for the door to open, announcing her first customer, she started playing with her pussy. She knew that getting turned on would mean that she'd need to feed sooner, but her arousal would help keep her mind clearer in the meantime. No big deal, since a lot of the regulars at the school fuckstop knew her situation and would happily feed her some part of another girl to keep her going, even if they didn't want to use her, as she had become sort of a local celebrity. Not to mention the guys who loved to have their post-nut piss in her mouth, decapitated or not.

After a minute or two, Riley heard the bell ring and made her way to the door. She cracked it open to listen to the morning announcements, which she always enjoyed even back when she was a student and had heard her name called for fuckstop duty.

'Tryouts for this, yearbook pictures that, blah blah blah' she thought as she waited. Then the fuckstop duty announcements. She was mostly curious about which kids she'd be meeting that day, and if she'd get to watch them be fucked and snuffed. Would one of them be a niece? She had plenty of those in this school. Her own daughter? Luna had already dodged the fuckstop longer than she had. Or maybe even a teacher from her time as a living girl?

She recognized some names, of course. Alexa Zonama, a fourth grade girl she'd met before, very cute, but so innocent. She probably wouldn't be excited to be there. Lindley McDougal, the daughter of a girl she had known before she died. Bitch-meat Calloway? Riley had never heard of her, but the name certainly made her wonder.

The announcements ended with some more boring school spirit garbage, then the bell rang again and classes commenced. Riley knew that she'd at least have some other girls to talk to in a minute or two, even if nobody came in to snuff her or anyone else. The thought of scared or excited naked girls sparked her elevated libido and she spread her legs and shoved her fingers into her eternally twelve year old pussy in anticipation.