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Chey knew this was fucked up. There was no doubt in her mind that this was the most fucked up thing that had ever happened to her. But the fact of the matter was that she had agreed to this. She was, to put it mildly, squigged out, when she had found those files on the computer. The ones from that site. The stories that had been written. The dark desires. The need he felt, the urge to experience it without getting into trouble.

She'd always liked him, of course. She wanted to…well, she wanted many things. This however was likely the only way to help him. To satisfy him. She thought about that for days.

And that was how she found herself now, on her knees, looking up at him. Blushing from head to toe, naked as the day she was born. He was as well, of course, and that was what made this all worth it in her mind. She'd get to help him, and for one moment, get to feel and see him at his most exposed.

She purred as a hand ran over her cheek, then up, sweeping hair aside. She could not reach to help, for as he wanted, her hands were bound behind her back. She had her legs spread wide, her cunt on display for him, her tits bouncing. Weight shifted in front of her, and then his arched prick bobbed into view, laying against the side of her face. "So big," she whispered, blushing deeper. Then, dutifully, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, offering up herself. He needed to be wet and she wanted to taste him once.

He was slow, methodical, and tender. Everything she would want, as he gently fucked her mouth. Inch by inch he probed the warmth, moaning and gasping in a way that sent shivers down her spine. "So good," he grunted, and she felt her core pool and drip, as she herself moaned around his prick. When his hips jerked a few times and he panted, she carefully pulled back and looked up at him.

"Please?" She asked, and he bit his lip, responding with. "You sure? There's no going back."

"I know you want it," she answered now, drool dripping onto her tits, smiling up at him. "Do it"

That was all he needed. His hand glided over his thick cock, stroking it a few times and lining it up near her face, as if he were going to jerk himself to explode all over her. She flushed at the thought, but knew it would be much more than that. The mans left hand tightened behind her head, holding her in place. "Thanks, Chey," he grunted, as he angled himself.

It was brutally fast, and Chey didn't have time to blink when it happened. One moment she was staring at his swollen, purple cockhead, looking like it was ready to burst open. The next his hips had thrust toward her as his hand slammed her head toward him in turn. There was a sudden pressure, and then a sharp slick pop. She cried out, the scream cut off as his cock thrust into her skull through her ruined eye, deep into the brain. She squealed now, the pain there, intense. She tried to think, of why she did this, as tears poured out of her other eye, but the thoughts weren't coming.

Each thrust made her body twitch erratically. She jerked about, wiggling in her bonds, unable to escape the horribly thick intrusion. The man was gasping and moaning and rocking his hips as his balls bounced off her cheek and open mouth. The tougne was jutting out at an odd angle and she was dripping drool everywhere as she twitched and jerked. He could feel her turning to mush around his cock, and she could feel….

There was a hot burst in her skull. something thick and liquid. Chey managed one ragged, simpering moan as cum filled her brain, and leaked out her ear. her body was shaking all over, uncontrolled. The last thing she felt was that heat, subsuming her. As the man pulled out there was a rush of liquid. Chey stared up, one eye gone, cum dripping from it, her mouth agape, her beautiful face twisted in a farce in death, as she voided her self on the floor, making a sticky puddle. The man grunted a bit, panting in the wake of his climax, and watched as she felt backward, face up, the single eye staring into nothing as he wiped his dick off in her hair.

Now what to do with the body?

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Julie has worked for your company for years now, and was in charge of a major contract. However, she bungled the deal and cost the money millions. She can't get over how she's fucked up, and has come to you to help her regain a last shred of honor in ending her life. She feels a need to be punished for her transgressions and fears she is unable to do the task at hand herself.