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We shouldn’t have come to the snuff club. I shouldn’t have listened to Alice. I should get out of here. I should stand up and run out those doors, even if it means running home in this shameless, basically-naked outfit. That was another thing I shouldn’t have done, I shouldn’t have let Alice talk me into wearing this ridiculous “reverse bunny” outfit.

Why was I here?

Because Alice was a popular girl. Because she was the captain of the cheer team. Because I’d always wanted to be friends with her… friends with her again.

Because we were best friends, once, as kids. Before we grew apart. Before I became the gloomy, dark-haired library girl, the model student, the introverted bookworm, too socially anxious to even make eye contact with boys. Before she became the social butterfly, the blonde bombshell, the center of attention, the object of everyone’s affection (and, wherever applicable, lust).

Which is why I’m here. Standing basically naked in a VIP room at a snuff club, watching Alice get her brains fucked out by our history teacher, Mr. Howard. Because Alice promised that, if I came with her, we’d be friends again, for the rest of our lives. Only now did I realize we weren’t thinking about the same time scale. At the time, I was thinking years, she was thinking days. And where we were right now, ‘the rest of our lives’ was best measured in minutes.

Unless I picked up my things and ran away. Mr. Howard and Alice were busy getting it on. And Alice would be too dead to judge me. Nobody would stop me, or even notice, if I ran. I should run. I should get the hell out of here.

But my feet were lead. All I could do was sit there and watch, twirling my long, jet-black hair, as the itch of the pasties covering my otherwise-bare nipples and pussy gnawed at my pasty-white skin.

All I could do was watch. Mr. Howard held her down in a mating press position. Ever since he’d come to our school, he’d been a popular teacher. He was relatively young, and had a sort of nerdy handsomeness. He reminded me of one of my past crushes, a cute, geeky boy who also frequented the library… one I’d never worked up the courage to speak to.

I’d always regretted it. Especially when puberty hit him, and he became way, way out of my league. But somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, a servile whisper pointed out that I didn’t need to regret it, if Mr. Howard fucked me right here and right now. I pushed it out of my mind, and just… kept… watching.

Watching, as her body rocked up and down with the force of Mr. Howard’s relentless thrusts, as her full tits, the envy of many girls at school, bounced for Mr. Howard. As bad as it sounded, I wasn’t surprised to see Alice like this. There were all sorts of rumors about her, and each squirt from her slit or each roll of her hips seemed to confirm they were true.

Watching, as Mr. Howard grabbed her by her wrists and pinned her to the bed, right next to her ankles. He fucked her with an animalistic fervor, one I never would’ve expected from our soft-spoken history teacher. And I never would’ve expected his build, either. He always dressed in business casual button-ups and slacks that were just a bit too loose. They hid his body. But right now, as he towered over Alice, his domineering musculature was unmistakable.

The adhesive beneath my pasties was unbearably itchy, particularly the one covering my vagina lips. I tore my eyes from them long enough to realize that fluids had built up beneath them. I was squirting just as much as Alice was.

But I didn’t want to think about it. So I just kept watching.

Watching, as her belly swelled with cum. After just the first round, Alice had a noticeable bump in her stomach. But as they went again and again, she looked like she might be pregnant. Round after round, he kept filling her, planting his seed in her, without care or worry that she might bear his child. And why not? The dead cannot give life.

I need to run. Because as soon as Alice dies, I’m next. But I couldn’t.

I just kept watching.

Watching, as her eyes rolled back in her skull as Mr. Howard fucked her into submission. Every so often, he would grab her by the neck, or the shoulder, or the chest, to get a better grip on her. And in doing so, he would end up slamming the back of her head into the firm mattress. The force of the blow seemed to jar her back to reality, just enough for her consciousness to re-emerge from the haze of lust, for her vision to refocus on me. And in that fleeting moment, her gaze seemed to be an invitation.

‘Join us, Katherine. You know you want to.’

And when her senses returned, so too would her voice. When they first started, Alice had been a little devil, teasing him. She called him a limp-dick nerd, whispering in his ear that his cock would never measure up to the others she’d fucked. She demeaned him with stories about every boy in school she’d done. But slowly, her voice slurred. Her words became incoherent shortly before she’d blacked out the first time, partially from his cock, partially from strangulation and oxygen deprivation. And when she came to, her voice did nothing but sing his praises. “Oh god! Fuck me more!”

Eventually, her voice gave out again. As Mr. Howard neared his next climax, he let go of her hips and tit, and seized her neck with both hands. Alice’s eyes widened with recognition. She reached up and grabbed his fingers, but it seemed more to help him, rather than pry her neck free. Soon, her fingertips grew red with oxygen deprivation, and then her face followed. Her cheeks burned purple. Her hands fell away. Her body shuddered with its dying orgasm. Mr. Howard filled her to the brim, before letting go of his grip from her bruised neck.

It was over. It was time to run. Time to run, now!

“Katherine. Come here.”

His voice was measured, calm, as if we were in class, and he just wanted to speak to me about my grades. He spoke as if his cock wasn’t still plugging up a dead girl’s pussy.

“Don’t make me tell you twice, young lady.”

I obeyed as if hypnotized. The moment I was within arm’s length, he reached over and grabbed my vagina. Against my better judgement, I did nothing to stop him. He peeled the pastie sticker from my pussy lips and pulled his cock from my friend’s corpse, and laid the sticker over her slit to seal in his cum. After admiring his handiwork, he turned to me. His face was like nothing had happened. Nothing at all.

“Lie down on top of her. Face down.”

Every atom in my body was screaming at me to run away. Run away, Katherine. Run away, and don’t look back!

He slapped me lightly across the cheek. “Katherine.” His voice appeared stern, but I could detect traces of that animalistic fervor bubbling beneath the surface.

A droplet of squirt dribbled down my inner thigh. Another one gathered at my camel toe and dripped beneath my feet.

“Yes, sir.” I got on all fours and laid atop my dead friend’s body. Her pillowy tits and full belly were like a cozy, welcoming bed. A little moan even escaped my lips as I nuzzled her neck.

A sharp crack. A stinging pain radiated up my taut, round ass. “Who said you could feel good on your own?”

My voice lodged in my throat. It wasn’t until he slapped my butt again, that I found the will to speak. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry, I just—”

“You know my policy. I don’t take excuses.” He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me hard enough to arch my back. “You were always such a good girl, Katherine. I should’ve known you were just fooling me all along.”

“No! No sir, I’m not! I’m a good girl, I swear!”

He slapped my ass again. “You don’t find good girls at places like this.”

“She talked me into it! I promise! Please, I’ll do anything!”

“Anything for what?” All the while, his voice was just as measured as it would be in the classroom. Actually, no, it was softer, far softer. Kinder. But no less authoritative. I could feel the heat of his breath tickling my ear. “What is it that you’ll do anything for?”

Anything to be let go. Anything to let me live. Anything not to end up like Alice. Anything to forget this ever happened.

I looked down at Alice’s face. Her purple cheeks. Her bloodshot eyes, her irises rolled back in her skull. The violet bruises forming along her neck. The upturned smile, frozen on her dead lips.

How good must her dying climax have been?

I’ll do anything.

“Anything… to end up like her.” I craned my neck and locked eyes with him, and whispered. “Fuck me just like her…”

Another slap on the ass. “Speak up, please.”

“Take me just like Alice. Fuck me just like Alice. Fill me up, just like her. Knock me up and then kill me…” I reached down and spread my pussy, waggling my hips and gently pressing my waist back, trying to find his dick. And when I did, I pushed myself onto it, kissing his cockhead with my lower lips. “Make me yours. Make us both yours.”

I feel him push. Slowly at first. And then, a tearing pain, as he rips right through my hymen and seizes my insides by force. A gasp escapes my lips, but that’s clearly one too many. Mr. Howard’s arm grabs me in a chokehold. His rugged muscles press into my neck, sealing my airways. As he fucks me, my brain short circuits trying to process it all. The pain from my neck is unlike anything I’ve experienced before, but neither is the ecstacy rippling up my spine.

I can’t speak. I can’t move. I can’t think. I can only thrash against his cock as each thrust fucks away my sense of self. My vagina welcomes the intrusion, wrapping lovingly around his shaft. My body welcomes the conquest, welcomes the pillaging, and welcomes the inevitable slaughter to come.

His other arm seizes my tits. “They’re just as big as the other slut’s. I can’t believe it,” Mr. Howard remarks. It’s true, and it’s always been a source of shame for me. I’ve never liked the attention they draw, so I’ve always worn loose clothes and a tight bra to fly under the radar. But hearing him comment on them, I feel none of the usual embarrassment. My heart beats faster— well, even faster than they were. His fingers wrapped around my tits, kneading them painfully, leaving red marks I can see in the mirror at the head of the mattress. Even if I survive tonight, (a possibility I realize I am coming to dread) I know my boobs will remember the shape of his hands forever.

The arm around my neck loosens for just a moment. Sweet, unwelcome air rushes to fill my battered lungs. I turn back to ask what’s wrong, and if necessary, to beg him not to spare me, before a series of unsteady, but no less powerful, thrusts fill my insides, followed by an unfamiliar, searing heat. It takes me a moment to realize he’s just cum inside me. I can see the white globs squirting out of my slit in the mirror.

He lets go of my neck and pushes me down, pressing my lips into Alice’s mouth. I obey without being told, without hesitation, kissing her soft, slack lips with as much alacrity as I can muster. And then the second round begins anew. Mr. Howard plows my womb, churning his cum inside me. With oxygen once again running to my brain, I wonder why he hasn’t killed me yet. I use all the critical thinking skills I’ve formulated in his classes to search for the reason. Mr. Howard has always taught us that history rhymes in its repetition. Find the trend, draw the conclusion, support your findings with evidence.

Did he really want to snuff me? If so, why did he let go? What had Alice done? She had agitated him, goading him into action. Should I have done that, instead of merely begging? Was I too much of a good girl? No, that couldn’t be right, he said I wasn’t a good girl. Was I not enough of a bad girl? Was I just taking half measures, too spineless and wishy-washy to be worth snuffing?

A hot tear rolled down my face, in spite of the orgasmic waves rippling through my body as he pounded me. Yes, that must be it. I must not be worth snuffing. I must be even less than a worthless slut. Him fucking me right now, that was because I asked. It must’ve been a favor, a kindness, that he had no intention nor obligation to follow through on.

At that moment, I heard a groan beneath me. Between my knees, Alice’s hips shifted. Her eyes flickered a bit. She wasn’t dead. When she’d been strangled earlier, she must have survived, if barely.

“What a hardy slut.” Mr. Howard spoke without missing a beat, without slowing down his pace. “But I have my hands full right now… what to do, what to do…”

In the mirror, I saw him lean over and reach for something on the bedside table. When he leaned back, there was something shiny in his hands. He grabbed my hand and pressed the handle of a small hacksaw in my palm, its serrated blade gleaming in the low light of the snuff club’s VIP room.

“It seems I got lazy with her.”

Even if I could form a response, I didn’t dare to speak.

“Are you afraid I’ll get lazy with you, Katherine?” The way he spoke my name sent tingles down my pussy.

I chose my words carefully. “N-no sir. We belong to you, sir. Whatever you do with your bodies is your prerogative, sir.”

“A snuff slut talks with such big words…” Mr. Howard chuckled. Slowly, he stopped fucking me, though he left his penis inside me, using my vagina as a cock warmer. He caressed my hair and wiped away the tears that had begun forming and falling from the corners of my eyes. “You can speak honestly. Are you afraid I won’t snuff you?”

My chest rose and fell with my breathing. I looked down at Alice, as she began to rouse. “Y-yes sir. I’m terrified, sir.”

“Then…” He guided the saw blade to her neck, my fingers still wrapped around the handle. “Demonstrate what grade you think you deserve. Use her as an example.”

My eyes widened. Wanting to be snuffed and snuffing another girl were two completely different things. I didn’t want this. Yes, I found it hot when she died, we were way past the point of admitting that, but it was because Mr. Howard killed her. I didn’t want to kill her, I wanted to be her! I could never kill my friend…

He sighed, the way he did when the class did far worse on a test than he’d hoped. “I’m disappointed in you, Katherine. I guess I was wrong about you.” I felt his cock begin to exit my pussy.

“No… no, wait! Please! I’ll do it! Just give me another chance!”

“You know I don’t accept late work.” Only the tip of his cock was inside me now. I looked down at Alice, my chest heaving, and decided that, despite what he said, late work was better than no work. I threw my weight forward and slammed the saw blade into Alice’s neck.

The serrated blade bit into her soft, supple neck, just above the choke marks from when she’d been presumed dead. Alice’s eyes shot open. She squirmed beneath my body weight, desperately trying to figure out where she was, before her eyes settled on me, and past me, on Mr. Howard. I pulled the saw blade from side to side. Leaning forward had popped Mr. Howard’s cock from my body, but I was determined to earn it back. Blood spurted up from Alice’s neck, landing on her chest and mine. The moment she realized what was going on, the moment she knew that I, her introverted, gloomy friend, was being fucked like a whore and snuffing a whore to be snuffed like a whore, a big smile spread across Alice’s face.

She knew what I was. She had always known. She had always known me better than I’d known myself. She grabbed and kneaded her tits, trying to bring herself to one more orgasm, one more than any of us thought she’d be getting. When she went for her pussy, though, it was blocked by my pastie, but Mr. Howard was merciful enough to pull it open and plug her hole with his cock himself, no doubt wanting to feel her death throes again.

More and more of the saw blade cut through her neck. Alice thrashed beneath me, Mr. Howard pounded her, both of which messed up my aim, but through sheer tenacity, I made my way to her spine. The blade sunk between two vertebrae, twisting a bit and gnawing up the saw’s teeth, but through force of will, I pulled it across the bone and fully decapitated my childhood best friend as her final climax rocked her, leaving her headless body flailing and her severed head rolling to the side, eyes wide, cheeks red, tongue out, her actual dying climax frozen forever on her face.

I looked back at my history teacher, my owner, my killer. “Please, Mr. Howard… haven’t I been a good girl for you?”

We shared a long, held gaze. And then, finally, in lieu of replying, he grabs my hair and throws me off Alice’s body. He seizes the bloody hacksaw from my hands, and plunges his cock into my pussy.

I screamed. I yelled. I begged him, I thanked him, I worshiped him. I wanted him. I wanted him to know just how grateful I was. The moment I felt the saw’s teeth on my neck, the cold steel mixed with the hot, gooey blood, I knew it was about to happen.

Next to me, the force of each thrust seemed to squeeze more of Alice’s blood out of her neck veins and arteries. Her head lolled up and down with the motions of the bed, with only her long hair, trapped beneath her headless torso, stopping it from rolling off the bed. I locked eyes with her. I was about to join her, and I couldn’t thank her more.

I savored each climax that rocked me, cutting out all extraneous thoughts to focus on each and every iota of lethal pleasure in my muscles. For every second that remained of my life, I didn’t want to miss a single sensation, the taste of sweat and blood and cum, the masculine smell of the superior being dominating my body, the hulking silhouette above me that pressed me into nothingness. The burning semen in my womb that marked me as his, in life and in death.

Mr. Howard began to cut. Delicious agony radiated up both ends of my neck. I screamed out in delight, for a second, two seconds, one cut, two cuts, before my screams were silenced forever, nothing more than airy, wheezing gasps, and then those were silent too. He kept sawing, dragging the each saw tooth across my ravaged neck. I could tell the blade was still a bit dented from Alice’s spine. As much as it hurt to have the bent edges ripping out chunks of cervical flesh, it was a reminder that, in the very end, I had something Alice didn’t. Alice had been snuffed by another worthless snuff slut. But the damaged blade was proof that I was different, I was being killed by Mr. Howard himself.

My body danced beneath him, animated only by my instincts to mate, to squeeze out every last droplet of precious cum, to submit my entire being to him, even as the brain containing these instincts is slowly separated from the rest of me. I felt one, last, merciful, wonderful flush of semen, one more burning spray of cum inside me, and then he wrenched his hands on the saw and I felt nothing beneath my neck. Blood spurts across the newly-formed chasm and lands on my chin. It’s as if my headless body is a womb, spurting away my blood like it’s cum.

Mr. Howard exited my womb. He grabbed my head, and said the last words I will ever hear. “Clean me off.”

I did my best to lap up the juices on his shaft, but it’s just too long for me. He turned my head around, and impaled me through the throat, his cockhead poking out of my lips. And then, he grabs Alice, and uses her to clean off what’s left. And in my final moments, with both of us sharing a kiss while being run through by the same penis, I don’t have any regrets.

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Names: Heidi
Ages: 30
Character: Subdued and knowledgeable. Can be a little irritable, but also encouraging when students are making a clear effort.
Setting: In a setting where snuff is normal, you have fallen behind on credits in your Sex Ed class. Your teacher, Ms. Heidi, pulls you aside for an extra credit assignment.