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“Welcome back~” My roommate greets me as she lays face-up on the couch, with groggy eyes, a disheveled blonde pixie cut, and a whole army’s worth of empty beer cans strewn around the coffee table. Claire arches her back to roll her head back, letting her loose black tank top slide up her torso and reveal her bare midriff.

Though it was the middle of the afternoon, the blinds had been drawn all the way to keep the sun out. While I set my belongings down by the coffee table, Claire sits up and stretches her arms, groaning breathily. I suspected she’d just woken up.

“How was your day?” she asks.

“Pretty good.” I grab her arm and pull her into a kiss. Her lips taste faintly of alcohol and cigarettes. “About to get a lot better.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Claire giggles, but she’s already shuffling off my pants and tracing the outline of my penis through my underwear.

“You’ll see.”

She perks up. Clearly, she was expecting the whole, ‘getting better’ part to be because of her. She pulls her ripped jeans down around her ankles and kicks them to the side.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” I say. Before I could grab her shoulders and push her to her knees, Claire is already there, freeing my cock, rubbing and stroking her cheek along the length. Delicate and delighted little moans escape her lips. And then she silences her own voice by plugging her throat with my cock, taking it all the way in a single motion with practiced ease.

Her moans begin again, the vibrations flowing through the walls of her throat and massaging my dick. Her head rocked up and down my shaft with as much force and vigor as if I’d grabbed her hair and pounded her face. But I don’t have to. Claire does it herself, she fucks her face, she impales her esophagus, she’s used to it, she wants it. From what little light makes it through the cracks in the blinds, I can see her cheeks slowly burning red from oxygen deprivation.

A shudder runs through my lower body as my release gets closer. Claire could feel it too. A playful glint glimmers in her eyes. And then she speeds up. It never fails to impress me how good she is at deepthroating me; by her own admission, it’s one of her few talents. The others are all related to sex anyway. It’s something of a game to her, if she could bring me to cum down her throat before she passes out from asphyxiation.

She hasn’t died yet. Spoilers for my surprise, that was going to change today.

While stroking my balls, she uses her free hand to guide my fingers. She can feel how close I am, every twitch of my dick on her soft, wet tongue, the accelerated speed of my breath like music to her ears. Claire slides my fingers into her hair, beckoning me to add the finishing touches.

I’m not one to turn down such an invitation. I seize her hair and thrust my hips, slapping her cheeks with my thighs, her forehead with my abs. Claire offers no resistance during the brutal affair, and why would she? We both know what she is. I grunt, feeling my climax coming on, and slam my cock down her throat again, and again, as I fill her windpipe with cum.

I hold her in place as I ride out the rest of my orgasm, letting the twitch of my penis come to a complete halt. Claire’s arms slowly slide to her sides, motionless. I wait for the shudders of her throat to squeeze out the last few drops of delicious milky semen, before pulling it out of her mouth with a loud pop.

She’s still alive. Gasping and panting for air, Claire stares up at me with dazed, lightheaded, half-asleep eyes. It’s a signal that, as always, she’s barely awake and conscious, just enough to serve as my sex pet.

Sex pet. If you asked either of us what Claire was to me, that’s probably what we’d answer. We were friends in college, I’d given her a place to crash once she’d dropped out, and, in lieu of paying rent, she proposed using her body as payment instead.

So that’s what we settled into. I kept her, I fed her, I fucked her. There was a time when Claire was a ‘gifted’ kid from a good family, but that girl was long, long gone. Unlike Claire the honors student, Claire the rising star athlete, or Claire the musical prodigy, there were no expectations on Claire the sex pet.

Well, except to get fucked. But that’s what she wanted.

“So,” she says, once she catches her breath, “what’s the surprise?”

“I found a new roommate,” I say. “Which means—”

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” Claire squeals. “You’re finally gonna do it? You’re gonna snuff me?” It was the most awake I’d seen Claire in ages. She jumps to her feet and wraps her arms around me.

“Yup. I think you’d look real pretty in a noose.” With her still clinging to my arm, I retrieve the noose from my belongings and drape it around her neck. Without needing to be asked, Claire tightens the loop and hands me the other end like a leash.

“I noticed the loop you installed in the bedroom.” Her voice is a sensual whisper.

“Then I don’t suppose I need to lead the way.”

She nods. “Your pet knows where to go!”

Claire practically sprints to the bedroom, and kneels on my bed. Directly above where she sat, I’d installed a set of metal loops and pulleys, perfect for hanging.

No more words. I reach up, thread the end through, and yank. With a loud choke, a big smile, and widened eyes, Claire’s body rises above the bed, just high enough for me to snuggle up beneath her. I loosen the tension a bit, lowering her onto my once-again-hard cock. She doesn’t make a noise, but from the delighted look in her eyes and the dripping wetness of her pussy, I know everything I need to.

There’s a place for me to tie the loose end in place. I pull her up again and seal her throat for good, and secure the end, at least until she expires. Now, it’s time for her final fuck.

I’m ruthless in how I treat my sex pet, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her down as I thrust upwards into her insides. Claire’s sexy, slender body is stretched at attention, letting me see the wave of force ripple through her torso with every blow. As I pull harder and harder on her, her head rolls further and further back. She can only look down at me with the edge of her eyes, instinctual tears rolling down her rapidly reddening cheeks.

Her pussy spasms and squirts uncontrollably, yet it manages to constrict around my dick and refuses to let go, inviting me deeper. Her legs kick and twitch, unnecessary survival instinct taking hold, but she does her best to suppress it. Her arms and hands first scratch at the noose around her neck, but she manages to force them around her perky, small tits, pinching at her nipples with one hand, rubbing her clit furiously with the other. Her whole body shudders once, twice, death throes and orgasmic waves merging and blending into one and the same.

I speed up my pace. I can feel my climax building as her life slips away from her, as her body starts shutting down. With a series especially brutal assaults on her pussy, the hand that’s playing with her nipples comes loose, falling limp by her side, her fingertips reddening as her body tries to conserve oxygen by funneling it towards her critical organs, keeping her brain alive that much longer.

Claire’s mouth falls open. What was once a happy, fuck-drunk smile is now simply an agape hole with a slutty tongue flopping out of it. Her eyes roll back into her head, hazy and unfocused, yet no less grateful for her end.

A quick thought flashes through my mind; I wonder if she’s dead or not. But I decide that it doesn’t make a difference. Now or moments later, the end result is the same. Moments before I climax, I feel her body jolting in the noose, once, twice, weakening reciprocal thrusts as her life truly leaves her.

That’s what brings me over the edge. I fill her insides with my cum, riding out my second climax until my last thrusts cause my spunk to ooze out of her slit.

With my dick still inside her, with Claire’s body still dangling from the ceiling, I let go of her and lay back on my bed, admiring my new sex doll as it gently swings side to side.

Frozen on her face is a look of utter contentment and satisfaction with her fate, with the pleasure that obliterated her mind and took her life, with the knowledge of how her corpse would be used after she’s gone.

I can feel my dick getting hard inside her once more.

Honestly, she looks happier than she ever did in her past life.


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Name: Skye
Age: 19
Character: A haughty, dignified exterior that falls away to reveal a masochistic inner core.
Scenario: The rich, but rebellious daughter of a mega-rich family wants to experience real sex, but has so far been unsatisfied. Hearing of your reputation, she hires you to fuck her like she’s never been fucked before. If she’s satisfied with your performance, she’ll let you behead her and keep it as a souvenir.