u/Emma_Fawkes

I have a number of stories partially written, and a few more that are just constantly swirling and changing in my imagination.

I will eventually (I hope) continue all of my unfinished stories in ways that feel right to me, but I do like to hear feedback about what makes my readers feel something. I do read the negative feedback too, but I try to just let those comments breathe and not lash back at them.

All of your opinions and feelings are your own, and you have every right to them. I won't tell you you're wrong to feel how you feel.

I still hope to be a better writer, but my method is very focused on just getting something finished when it feels like It's not going to get better if I get too focused on making it perfect.

Thank you for all the kind comments and the criticism. I think I can take it all in and write a little bit better.

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years of age.

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"Mom? Dad? I'm hoooome!!!" Lucy called out upon arriving home for her first week off from freshman year at college.

She didn't hear a response but she heard... something.

"Mom? Dad?" she called out as she set down her bag and slowly walked through the living room, listening with her head tilted to one side.

As she went further into the home, she recognized the sound; she had just been making it on her train ride home, after all.

Lucy walked into the hall and the sounds got clearer with every step. As she walked to her parents' bedroom door, which was wide open, she thought she knew what to expect, but what she saw made her jaw drop.

She was right about one thing, the sound was her mom throating her dad's cock, but what Lucy hadn't expected was seeing what had been done to her mother.

At first glance it looked like her mom was wearing the bondage gear that folded her arms and legs into themselves, leaving her to move about on her elbows and knees; the black latex "gloves" and "stockings" that came up to her biceps and upper thighs, but on second glance, Lucy realized that her very pregnant mother was propped up on just the stumps of her arms and legs.

Her heavy belly and engorged breasts were hanging down onto the bed, even length with her truncated appendages, as she was having her face fucked roughly by her husband, Lucy's dad.

"Oh my god Daddy... you converted Mom!?" She sputtered, putting a hand to her mouth, her fingers sticking to the mess still clinging to her face.

"Oh, fuck!!" Her dad looked up and as he took in the sight of his disheveled daughter, the cum and blood and puke covering every inch of exposed skin and hair, he grabbed his toy's head tighter and forced it's lips to his groin and held it there as he started cumming hard "fuck, baby, you look amazing!!"

Lucy felt her pussy throb as her father unloaded his balls deep down the throat of her, well... former mom. She shuddered as she felt a thick glob of cum ooze out of her sore cunt and run down her thighs, joining the drying streaks of cum already there.

Her dad grunted and moaned through his orgasm, while the fuck toy gagged on his cock and wobbled, but managed to swallow everything it was given.

"Holy shit, Lucy, I didn't expect you to come home looking like that!" He panted as he shuddered and sent his last few spurts down his former wife's throat. "Did you have a fun trip on the train?"

He used the toy's face to jerk himself a couple more times before he pulled it off of his cock with a wet pop, followed by an involuntary gush of cum from the sudden reversal of suction in its throat. Lucy's legs trembled as she watched her mom puke cum on her daddy's cock, which was still throbbing and oozing little rivulets of the seed that had made her and her siblings.

"Uhhhh..." Lucy struggled to form words. After the brutal gangbang and snuffing of Penny, she had been looking forward to a big warm hug from her mom, but that would never happen. The arms that had always made her feel safe and loved would never wrap around her again.

"Jesus, Lucy, wake up." her dad said "come clean me up. You made me cum way too soon, walking in here looking like that." He slapped his former wife's face, while the toy was gasping and trying to recover it's breath.

In a daze, Lucy obeyed, walking to her parents' bed and climbing onto it on her hands and knees. She leaned down and started licking, sucking, slurping up the cummy, drooly, pukey mess from her daddy's crotch, sparing a glance for her mom's open-mouthed, panting, blindfolded face.

"Mmmm, good girl." She felt her dad's hand on her head as she swallowed the mess bit by bit. Her pussy was on daddy's side, throbbing in time with his still hard cock while she diligently ingested his cum. Her jaw was already sore from being facefucked on the train, but Lucy was always obedient and had learned by her mother's example to put her own discomfort last.

As she was starting to feel the haze of braindead lust overtake her, lucy heard her father speak. "Say hello to Lucy, fucktoy"

"H-hello... Lucy...." the converted fucktoy muttered, voice rough after a very rough throat-fuck, face flushed, dripping with drool, but with a small quivering smile on it's face, happy that It's youngest daughter was home.

Lucy lifted her face from the pool of fluids to say "h-hi mommy...." and she immediately felt her father's fist slam into her right cheek, snapping her head to the side, making her unintentionally headbutt her mom.

"That's not your mom anymore, slut. That's a fucktoy and, for a little while, an incubator. Don't ever talk to it like it's a person ever again. Now swallow my dick. I wasn't done using this thing, and you made me cum way too early."

Lucy suppressed a sigh, wished she even felt the hint of a tear in her eye, but just opened her mouth to say "yes daddy" before she opened wider and slid her lips and tongue over her father's cock.

"Don't worry baby, I just need you to get me ready to send a load into this toy's loose cunt. There you go. That's Daddy's good girl"

Lucy felt her daddy's hands on the back of her head and the head of his cock in the back of her throat. Her eye was swelling shut from the punch already, and she was acutely aware of every glob of cum oozing out of her still gaping pussy and ass, as well as the fresh wetness of her own arousal, when she felt the gentle touch of a latex covered stump gently touching her shoulder. Even now, her mom... no, the fucktoy, was there soothing her. Providing a soft touch. Lucy moaned around her father's cock and shuddered as she felt a little orgasm ripple through her.

"Ohhhh, gooood girl!!" Her daddy said, pressing her face down hard, smashing her nose into his groin. "Ok, I think that'll do. Thank you, sweetie." He pulled her by her hair and his cock left her throat with a pop.

"Go say hello to your sister while I finish up." He smacked Lucy on her ass as she caught her breath and wiped a long string of spit from her mouth. "We'll have dinner in a couple of hours, and I'm sure you'll love it."

Lucy sat up and lunged to hug her mom, not caring if she got hit again, but her sadistic father didn't bother to interrupt. He was hard and happy and just smiled as he watched his daughter and former wife have a precious moment together.

"I love you mommy" Lucy whispered into the ear of her daddy's newly converted fucktoy.

"I love you, Lucy" rasped from the throat of what used to be Lucy's mom.

After a soft kiss and another hug, Lucy got up and stumbled away. She heard bodies moving on the bed as she walked out, and a deep moan that she recognized was her dad shoving his hard predatory cock into the eager cunt of her masochistic mother....

She staggered down the hall towards her big sister's room, hoping she could just cuddle with her and take a nap. It had been a long day already.

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years of age.

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'Finally!' Lydia thought as she stepped into her shower, after she had made sure that Riza's head was in the capable hands of the med students, and the rest of her was secured in her chef's freezer.

'This has already been a refreshing break from my routine though' she thought to herself as she took her time luxuriating in the hot water, letting it wash the blood, sweat, piss, and cum off of her body from head to toe.

Holding a clean washcloth to her new wound, Dr. Cross stepped out of the shower and prepared herself for the sampling of young miss Rebecca's donations.

'It's in good hands. Nothing too fancy, just a casual dinner with a new... friend. Friend? No, maybe too soon.' She laughed a bit at herself. She'd been spending her time with too many post-grads and the other faculty for way too long. They' weren't nearly as amusing as the new students, although they were generally much more respectful.

After drying off, doing the bare minimum of tidying of the cut that Rebecca had given her, and dressing casually in linen pants and a crop top that would be more expected from a student, Lydia went down to her living room, precisely on time for her doorbell to ring.

"Welcome, Rebecca. Please, come in." She said, blood already coloring her crop top.

"Hello, Dr. Cross! Thank you." Becky said, nodding respectfully and hurrying inside.

As the girl entered, the older woman, towering over her, admired how casually she moved despite the trauma she had inflicted on herself hours ago.

"Please, Rebecca. Call me Lydia... for tongiht at least." She took the girls hand, and led her to the dining room.

"Would you like something to drink before we dine, my dear?" Lydia asked, sitting at her place at the sturdy, but humbly decorated table, while gesturing for Rebcca to sit to her right.

"Oh, yes please Dr.... uh, Lydia." Becky blushed as she sat and called her sister's killer by name. She adjusted the bandages on her recently debreasted chest slightly, soaking in the tastefully understated but clearly richly curated environment she was in. Nothing opulent or gaudy, but clearly classy and tasteful. Exactly as she would expect from the elegant, always in control Dr. Cross.

With her hand still held by the impressive professor, her eyes held by the older woman's intense direrct gaze, Becky heard footsteps approaching, then saw hands holding a bottle in her periphery. She saw Lydia glance up for just a moment and nod, before they locked eyes again, then heard the sound of wine being poured into her glass, but she didn't look away. She didn't want to. Not even a question of if she dared.

"Thank you chef." Lydia said, while still holding the enticing girls gaze, after her glass was poured as well.

Becky barely registered it, but Lydia appreciated the small restrained laugh that her "chef" gave before she asked "Miss Lydia, shall I serve you and your honored guest your meal?"

Still holding her delectable dinner's hand, and holding her still with her eyes, Lydia nodded and said "yes, please. Thank you chef." She knew that her "chef" demanded as much respect in a kitchen as Dr. Cross demanded in a classroom, but also how much she was conflicted about having her big sister refer to her that way. They'd had many discussions, arguments, and rough sex over the topic for years, but by now it had become a comfortable inside joke, a harmless teasing.

Lydia grinned, brought Becky's hand to her lips to place a kiss on her fingers, then looked aside to watch her sister walk back to the kitchen.

"Ummm, thank you Doc- Lydia. Sorry. I'm still not used to it." Becky blushed again and put her right hand to her face, unsure of what else to do, with her left hand still pressed to the older woman's lips, feeling a familiar heat returning between her legs.

"So, Rebecca... or shall I call you Bekcy tonight?" The girl nodded slowly, still transfixed, her hand still in the air even after Lydia had let go and picked up her glass of wine.

"Becky it is. Just Lydia and Becky enjoying a meal." Dr. Cross raised her glass, and it took a moment for Becky to remember she had one too, but she recovered and raised her glass to gently clink with her host.

"To absent..." Lydia paused for just a moment, admiring Becky's now flat chest "friends." before taking a sip of her wine. Becky followed a split second after, and once she put her glass on the table, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

"So Becky, are you enjoying university so far?" Lydia said, with a subtly sweet smile before she took another sip of wine, then set her glass down.

Finding her senses again, Becky eagerly replied "Oh, yes! Very much!! I mean... I thought the classes would be... more challenging, but the overall experience has been really exciting!"

They continued chatting, lightly flirting, and

sipping their wine as they awaited the highly anticipated meal, but after only a minute or two, the chef returned, empty-handed.

*meanwhile...*

In the driveway, overlooked by the kitchen windows, sophmore student Gina Luccesi was driving her knife into the tire of Becky's Accord while muttering to herself "fucking bitch. Fucking arrogant fucking cunt ass fucking Doctor Cross. I'll fucking cut out your cunty fucking heart. Fuck fuck fuck!" before she moved to the next tire.

She had already finished with Lydia's tires, as well as keying the word CUNT across the hood of her Jaguar.

She took some satisfaction as she heard the hiss of air leaving the rear passenger tire, but as she stood up and before she went for the third tire, she saw a figure in the windows above. She'd been spotted. She threw back the hood of her black sweatshirt and walked toward the side entrance to the manor, ready to finish it with the bitch who had snapped her girlfriend's neck so casually that morning.

*inside*

Lydia maintained a calm expression as her sister explained what she'd seen in the driveway, before she took another deeper drink from her wineglass.

"I see. I apologize, Becky. I must attend to this. Please bring your phone and meet me by the door in a few moments. I have to get something." With that, she rose and walked up the stairs to her room.

"It's ok, kid. Lydia has it all under control" the chef said as she took the confused girl's hand.

"Th-thank you... chef?" Becky replied, a little confused by the whole situation.

The chef chuckled "you can just call me Cassie. My sister just likes to tease me calling me 'chef' especially when we have company."

*outside*

Gina was seething and wanted blood. The door opened and she was ready to pounce "you fucking bitch!! You killed my girlfriend!!" she screamed as she stomped forward, unafraid of the towering figure striding toward her, backlit by the cozy light spilling through the open door.

"I'm gonna cut you to...." the words died in her throat as she saw the double barrels of a shotgun swing up in her direction "wait! I...!"

A blast rang through the night, and Gina's left knee exploded into a pink mist and shards of bone and pellets. She screamed as she spun and fell onto the paved driveway.

"That," Lydia said as she walked down the steps to address the vengeful Gina "was for interrupting my dinner." She lowered the weapon and turned to Becky. "Please call campus security and EMT."

She then knelt and tore a sleeve off of the hoodie of the shocked and panicked Gina to fashion a makeshift tourniquet.

"Gina, I'm saving your life right now so I can take it from you later as punishment for fucking with my guest's automobile. It will be a once in a lifetime experience."

Lydia was not gentle as she ripped the sleeve into strips then tied them tight around Gina's thigh.

"You'll be in very good hands... until the end." Lydia finished stemming the flow of blood and stood, looking down into the terrified eyes of the maimed girl at her feet. She heard Becky giving the details to the emergency services.

It didn't take long for the flashing lights to appear. For the EMTs and campus police to take instructions and statements. Becky was doing her best to remain calm, and it helped that Dr. Cross... Lydia, remained almost bewilderingly calm during the entire process.

As the doors of the ambulance closed, and the campus cops got back into their car, Lydia turned to Becky "I'm so sorry for that dramatic inturruption, and for the damage to your car. I'll have that dealt with, but perhaps you should stay the night. Cassie," she turned to her sister, who was completed unfazed by the unexpected turn of events "I apologize for delaying your presentation of the delights you have created from Miss Larsen's donation."

She picked up her shotgun and started walking back up the steps. "Ladies? Please give me a moment to wash up before dinner is served.

Cassie patted Becky gently on her shoulder before taking her by the hand and leading her back inside.

Damaged vehicles, blood splatter, and a forgotten lower leg sat in a scene of violence outside, while three women, all of them aroused, but only one suprised, went back to a "normal" dinner night inside.

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years of age.

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Penny and Lucy barely knew each other, but they were waiting together for the train home from their first college break. They only lived a few stops apart from each other.

"So, Lucy, you have any big plans for break?" Penny asked, playing with her long black braid hanging over her shoulder and glancing sideways at the petite blonde girl she only knew from being in her history class.

Lucy had caught her eye on the first day of semester... she didn't look like she belonged in a college class, maybe five feet tall, but probably not. Waifishly slender, short pale blonde hair, and skin that was nearly translucent, she looked more like a Victorian ghost than a college student, until you noticed she was dressed like a skater from the turn of the century. Definitely nothing like the athletic girls Penny usually dated or just fooled around with (mostly teammates, sometimes rival athletes.)

"Actually, I don't have any plans aside from being there for my mom. I could literally have a new little sister by the time I get home!!" Lucy answered her, as she turned to look up at the dark haired, tanned, athletic Penny, Lucy's pale green eyes sparkling with excitement.

Penny turned to look at her companion fully, eyes going wide "Oh my god, she's still alive? And pregnant? I never knew my mom; she got snuffed when I was really little... omg, sorry" she said as she saw the enthusiastic expression drop from Lucy's face "I... didn't mean to make it about me and bring you down...." Penny's lip started trembling. It felt so mean to blurt that out when this frail looking girl was obviously so happy to go home to see her mom.

A small soft hand gently touched her arm. "Hey, no! It's fine! I-I know I'm lucky to still have a mom, you don't have to be upset!"

Penny wiped her eyes and looked into the kind, smiling, comforting face of the tiny blonde and felt a little silly for getting so emotional... just as the train started to pull up to the platform. "Thanks, Lucy." She found a small sheepish smile of her own. "Do you wanna sit together on the train? At least until I get to my stop?"

Her hand sliding down Penny's arm to her hand, Lucy nodded, smiled, and replied "yeah. I'd like that!"

As the train slowed to a stop, the girls were holding hands and forming a bond neither of them had seen coming. They both blushed a little and giggled as the door near them opened. They let go of each others hands with just a slight, but significant, reluctance, before carrying their bags onto the train car.

The two found seats in the mostly empty car and sat chatting, glancing, gradually flirting a little bit before they had both become comfortable enough to hold hands again. They leaned closer to each other as they chatted, and the hand holding slowly shifted into more affectionate touches by the time the train made it's next stop.

Their increasingly intimate travel was suddenly interrupted by a group of rowdy young men boarding the train. Both girls looked up as one of the group spotted them and his mouth opened in a surprised smile.

"Hey! Penny, right!?" he said as he approached and his bros jostled into the next car. "You were in my english class last year! How ya doin?"

Penny barely managed to keep her eyes from rolling as she said "hey Chad. Yeah, I'm impressed you can almost speak english."

Lucy tensed and gripped Penny's hand tighter. She'd seen how guys react to that kind of attitude, and she didn't want her new friend to make herself a target.

"Hey, I actually came to some of your soccer games, y'know. You're good. And fuckin hot. You and your friend should take your clothes off and come hang out with me and the guys." Chad was leering and had his hand on his crotch as he leaned over them.

"We'd really rather not, Chad. We're on break from school and on our way home..." Penny tried to get the creep to go away, but instead, in a split second, he made a fist, pulled back and drove it into her nose with a crunch and a splattering of blood that was sent across little Lucy.

"I wasn't asking, dumbass. Get naked and go, got it?" Chad wiped some of the blood from Penny's face with his thumb, then licked it and grabbed her by her braid.

Penny was screaming and sobbing and holding her hands tenderly to her broken nose as she was pulled up by her hair. Lucy, on the other hand was pulling her baggy pants off in a hurry, panties following quickly. She pulled off her oversized t-shirt as she stood up and kicked off her sneakers, not wanting to be seen as disobedient or even hesitant.

"See how easy that was for your little lezzie friend?" Chad said as he tore at Penny's tanktop, but Penny couldn't see much at all through her tears and swelling face.

"Fucking strip, you dumb cunt." He said as he pulled harder on her braid. Penny tried to obey, but apparently she was too slow for Chad. "God, you soccer dykes act all tough, but you're pretty pathetic ain'tcha?"

He started to drag Penny down the aisle and Lucy followed without making a sound as this... dickhead... shoved her new friend into the next car, Penny struggling to undress as she was manhandled through the door.

Following into the next car of the train, Lucy saw it was occupied only by Chad's friends, all of them raucous and jabbering about the football game they had been in the city for the night before.

"Yo! My guys," Chad announced as he entered "this idiot doesn't know how to follow orders an' stuff, so don't expect much" as he shoved Penny towards his buddies who were in various stages of hangover, but still feeling the buzzed mood of their bro-bonding trip.

"Ohhh, hey cool!" a stocky guy with short brown hair and a nearly trimmed beard said, while he caught the stumbling girl and tore off her bra. "Yo, let's run a train on the train!!"

Lucy watched as the guys all high-fived and tore the rest of Penny's clothes off, and bit her lip as she felt herself getting wet, even as she felt a little ache in her heart. She had a feeling her new friend wouldn't become an old friend, but most friends didn't, so she'd just try to enjoy whatever time they both had, and hoped Penny could too.

By the time Chad was stepping out of his sweatpants, Penny had already had three different cocks in her mouth, the guys laughing and swapping place just while they were getting hard. "Hey, oh yeah, this little slut is actually kinda cool an shit" Chad said as he grabbed Lucy by the arm and pulled her next to the barely budding gang-rape of her friend. "I mean, she's like, good at getting naked anyway."

Lucy didn't resist, and actually mumbled "thank you" just before she was pushed onto Penny's back. The soccer player was on all fours at this point, with a long cock plunging into her throat, when little Lucy felt her tits pressed against the toned fit body under her. She heard Penny groan around a mouthful of dick as another entered her from behind.... then seconds later, Lucy felt another of the horny teens straddled them both and shoved his cock into her asshole. She would have moaned out loud if her head hadn't been grabbed and roughly turned to side, and a hard dick been shoved into her mouth.

From that moment, time seemed to have no meaning. Lucy couldn't keep track of how many times she had been fucked, in which holes, how many times she'd felt hot ropes of cum splatter on her face, fill her mouth, ass, or pussy.

When she was held down and Penny's bloody and slack face was held over her, just so the guys could kick and punch Penny until she puked a belly full of cum into her mouth, Lucy just swallowed as best she could, but coughed some back up, splattering her friend's abused face, which made the boys laugh. One was still pounding away into her sore pussy, and she felt another load unleashed inside her.

Gasping, gurgling cum, mind nearly blank, Lucy heard one of the brutal boys say "hey, guys, our stop's next!"

She felt the deflating dick withdraw from her gaped cunt, and through cum soaked eyes, watched as Penny's head was yanked back by the braid, and a knife drawn across her beautiful neck. The spray of blood hit her right in the face, blinding her and giving her another, but hotter and more metallic tasting, load in her mouth.

Everybody was exhausted, but all the boys from Penny's town were still laughing and celebrating their luck at having entertainment for their ride home as they gathered their things.

"Hey, skinny slut, you did alright!" Chad patted Lucy on her head before he turned to leave with his friends.

Lucy managed to wipe the blood and cum from her eyes while Penny was still bleeding out on top of her.

"Stupid boys" she said as she softly wiped the mess from Penny's face, looking into her eyes as the girl bled out "but if they were better at snuffing, you wouldn't still be here for this..." and she kissed Penny's dying lips, a spurt and a weird bubbling sound coming out of the hole in the girl's neck as she kissed back.

Breaking the kiss, Lucy looked into the fading eyes, still so pretty, a dazzling hazel "I wish we'd had more time to be friends" then felt Penny's weak hand take hers just before she saw the light fade from her eyes.

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At the next stop, Lucy stepped off the train redressed, but dripping with blood, semen, and copious amounts of grool and squirt from herself and her recently departed crush. Her bag was heavier than it had been when she got on the train, but she smiled to herself as she staryed the short walk home from thetrain stop, so eager to see her mom and dad at such an exciting time.

On unsteady legs, still in a haze from the gore orgy... 'goregy?' she giggled a little at the thought, and burped up a mix of blood and cum... she managed to stumble up to her home and let herself in.

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years of age.

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"Missy, what the fuck!?"

I barely noticed that my mom was pissed off and yelling at me, being too busy riding Dwayne's cock while Erica was throat fucking me. My big sister is kind of a bitch, but her dick is amazing.  What's a girl to do?

Mom, 8 months pregnant (again!), grabbed Erica by the hair and yanked her away from me, cock popping out my mouth, and spilling drool down my chef's apron, and releasing a deep moan from me as I felt Dwayne unloading in my pussy.

"Fffffuckkk!!! What, mommy?" I managed to groan, still bouncing on Erica's friend, milking every last spurt and drop of cum from him.

"You're too busy to rotate the spit, huh? Look, you burnt the leg!!" Mom yelled as she shoved Erica to do the work for me.

"I can't believe you two!" Mom glowered at each of us. Dwayne just laughed and slapped my tits, while I stood up, dripping cum down my thighs, my face red with shame, and no small amount of unrelieved  horniness.

Erica was pissed too. She gave mom a seething pout, her dick still hard, covered in my spit and dripping precum while she helped Mom take the spit off the rack.

"I'm sorry mommy, they just wouldn't leave me alone while I was tending the roast. And you know I can't be mean to Erica or her friends." I was giving mom my best sad puppy dog eyes, and I could tell it was working.

As they set down aunt Laurie, mostly cooked to a lovely golden crisp, aside from the one blackened calf, mom said "fine, not entirely your fault, but now we need more meat. I'm taking a leg from one of you dumb little sluts to make up for it."

"But mooooooom!!!" Erica whined, "I didn't even get to cum yet!!!"

I was shocked, but honestly not that shocked, when mom slapped Erica, and hard. "Bitch, I woke up with you cumming on my face!! No complaining!! Deal with that burnt leg!"

There's definitely no arguing with mom when she's pregant. Erica pouted and got to work with a carving knife as mom told Dwayne to get her another knife and some twine.

She shoved me back down onto my back and grabbed my right ankle, but I blurted out "Hey, Laurie's left leg got burned!!" but I didn't put up any physical resistance.

Mom scoffed at me. "Well, it's Jeanine's birthday, and she likes right feet. You know that! Now she gets to have two. Be happy for your cousin."

It didn't take long before Amir came over with twine and another knife. Dwayne was apparently too lazy to do it himself, and got Amir to fetch them. Probably for the best. Amir at least knows how to do a tourniquet.

I winced a little as the twine was tightened just above my knee, then winced more and moaned as mommy started to cut through the flesh and tendons of my knee. I gripped my fingers and tore up handfuls of grass as she worked methodically, and it hurt like hell, but not as much as when she disarticulared my entire joint.

Emily had finished removing the ruined calf from our aunt by then, and was told to get my leg cooking ASAP, and she hustled to obey. Somehow I noticed that her dick was at least as hard as it had been when she was face-fucking me minutes earlier.

I was still horny, despite the impromptu amputation... maybe partly because of it? What I didn't expect was my mom grabbing a handful of coals from the pit, barehanded, and shoving them onto my new stump to cuaterize the fresh wound.

We both screamed.

I was crying and shuddering by the time I became aware of anything aside from pain. Then the next thing I felt was my big sisters cum splattering on my face.

"Ohhh, fuck mom, that was sooooo hot!!" Erica said, sounding drunk with lust. Mom and I were both panting, but even with a very badly burned hand mommy still leaned down to lick cum off my face before she said "good girls."

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years of age. ​

Just a little quickie to ease my brain

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She was getting her 3rd facial of the day, as her first orgasm hit her hard. ​

At 40 years old, Wendy had decided to finally go all the way. It didn't take long to find the 40 volunteer cocks with her daughter Kelsey's help. ​

As she rode her daughter's face, and her first orgasm quickly rolled immediately into her second one, another fit young college guy splattered her face with another huge load of cum. ​

Best. Day. Ever. Already. ​

Wendy had to back off of the cock in her mouth for a moment, but kept stroking it as her body trembled, and she worried that Kelsey might be drowing, but the girl's tongue was still working hard on her clit, and her hands were still pulling on her thighs as yet another blast of cum hit Wendy in the eye. ​

She decided to really give Kelsey a treat and released her bladder, truly drowning her sweet girl, her lover, in warm piss after being blessed with back to back orgasms, and throating the nearest cock, while still stroking the one in her hand. ​

Kelsey swallowed as much as she could, being fucked by one of her mom's coworkers, Jim, maybe? She couldn't remember and didn't care, but soon enough she was overwhelmed and coughing up her mother's pee, laughing as she scooted out from under the pussy she had been birthed from 18 years ago. ​

Somebody grabbed Wendy by her hair roughly threw her to the floor, and before she could wipe the cum from her eye into her mouth, she felt herself lifted up and a lowered onto a stiff cock in her ass. ​

"Ohhh fuck yes!!" she managed to scream before another cock was shoved into her mouth, silencing her. A moment later she was moaning around that cock as another was jammed into her still dripping cunt. ​

Double stuffed and choking on cock, Wendy managed to open her cummy eyes wide enough to see her that it was one of her daughter's boyfriends pounding into her pussy before she felt the warm splash of two guys cumming on her face simultaneously, and blurring her vision again ​

Kelsey, having caught her breath and waved off more than a few guys who were eager to edge themselves inside her, dutifully picked up the knife her mother had set aside, and leaned down with her mouth right next to Wendy's ear. ​

"Thank you mommy" she whispered, before she kissed her mom and drew the knife across Wendy's throat. ​

Blood sprayed from Wendy's neck as cum sprayed on her face. Kelsey leaned down to slurp at her mother's bloody wound. She felt a hard cock slide effortlessly into her dripping cunt while she held her dying mother's head. Her mouth was nudged by another hard cock trying to make it's way into Wendy's exposed throat from below. She gave it a few licks and watched it go in to the balls, then when she saw the head poking out of her mother's lips, she put her mouth on it. Sucking cock and making out with her quickly fading mom was the absolute pinnacle of depraved fuckery, and it made Kelsey cum hard while her pussy was being pounded. ​

After receiving a thick load of cum in her mouth, and through her nearly decapited mother's throat, Kelsey covered her mouth as she burped, and giggled after coughing a bit, as the cum came out of her nose instead of her mouth. ​

There were multiple cocks spending their loads on her face and her dead mother's as she caught her breath. She was absolutely covered in blood and cum, and she had never been happier in her life. ​

'Ohhhhh. Ffffffuuckkk' she managed to stammer as she felt the thick cock inside her release, throbbing as it sent shot after shot of cum into her. ​

'Omg I hope i have a girl!!!' She thought as she held her dead mother tight and passed out. ​

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years of age.

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This is an edited adaptation of a writing assignment given to u/mayberiza that became a littlw bit of a rp. The collab begins after the libe of tildes in the story.

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Miss Emma gave Riza an A++

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Rebecca and Lydia walked naked and bloody into the campus infirmary, and the receptionist looked up, unsurprised to see Dr. Cross again.

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"Hello Mei. I require a cooler for my meat" Lydia said as she slapped a severed breast on the counter "and my lovely friend Rebecca needs some attention, and probably a transfusion." She took the other breast from the hands of her blonde companion and set it next to the first.

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"Of course, Dr. Cross." Mei picked up her phone to alert the staff, and Dr. Cross carried her increasingly limp new plaything to a seat, holding her on her lap like a treasured plushy.

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"Your dsoing great, sweetie." She murmured as she stroked the girl's pale blonde locks with her bloody hand. "They'll have you feeling back to normal in no time." planting little kisses on the woozy teens head.

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"Th-thank you... Dr. Cross. You meant it though?" Becky muttered, the blood loss making her feel fuzzy and slurring her speech. "Yer gonna have me fer dinner?"

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Lydia couldn't resist stroking the young woman's tummy as she cuddled her in her lap. "Of course! I have an excellent chef. She'll prepare one of your breasts tonight in a variety of ways so that I can choose how to present the other one to my dinner guest tomorrow night. Titty tapas, if you will."

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Mei interrupted "someone will be with you shortly, miss..." then she busied herself packing the severed meat into a cooler packed with ice.

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"Rebecca darling, while we wait..." Lydia retrieved her dagger from her bag again "would you like to cut me? It' has become a bit of a tradition for me. I certainly didn't give myself all of these scars." as she put the blade in the dizzy girl's hand.

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"R-reeallly?" Becky slurred, as she loosely grasped the tool that she had used to maim herself just minutes ago.

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"Mmhmm. I like my lovers to leave a mark. Anywhere you like." Lydia smiled warmly ad she cradled Rebecca in her lap. "How about right here?" she tapped her still erect left nipple with her fingertip, trying to keep the girl focused on something while they waited.

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"Mmmm, pretty..." Becky smiled as she concentrated on the nipple right in front of her face, then craned her neck to give it a kiss.

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"Do you need help, sweetheart?" Dr. Cross asked as she took the girl's wrist in her hand and assisted her lifting the knife. Becky was losing strength, but she managed to draw the blade across the breast in a clumsy arc, slicing deeper and longer than she had meant to, missing the nipple, but putting a rainbow shaped cut from Lydia's areola just under her nipple, all the way to the left side of her already scarred breast.

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A moan came out of Dr. Cross as she felt the blade in her flesh again; she never got tired of that sensation. "Good girl" she said softly, and lifted Rebecca's face to the wound.

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From behind the reception desk, Mei cleared her throat. "Ahem, Dr. Cross? They're ready for the patient. Can I..."

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"No. Thank you Mei." Lydia stood up, completely naked and bleeding freely from her new wound, holding Rebacca in her arms as easily as if she was a sleeping kitten, while the girl nuzzled and licked at the slice in her breast.

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After leaving Becky in the expert care of the infirmary staff, and refusing any treatment for herself aside from a gauze pad and some tape to hold it in place, Lydia strode back to the athletic center to wash and gather the forgotten garments from the locker room.

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Once again fully dressed, but with blood seeping through her cream colored turtleneck, Dr. Cross deposited Becky's clothes with Mei, retrieved the cooler of meat she had been gifted by the sweet freshman girl, and texted her chef to come pick up the cooler.

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Mei filled her in that Rebecca was already recovering well, bringing a smile to the woman's face, although she hadn't doubted it for a second.

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After handing off the cooler to her beloved chef, Dr. Cross spent the rest of the afternoon tending to her usual duties and work, occasionally reaching her hand up to her wounded breast to squeeze it and remember the lovely girl who had marked her.

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It was getting into the early evening as she finished her coffee, and was juat tidying up some papers, when her desk pet arrived....

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The news had spread like wildfire after the assembly. While stepping in as a substitute, Dr. Cross had snuffed a girl, and then had another girl impale her classmate through the chest with a wicked looking dagger, and Riza found she was cross that she had missed it. Why couldn't it have been one of the brats in the junior class like herself? The girl reckoned she would have cum on the spot if she saw the tall, athletic professor snap a girl's neck.

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Lucky for her, she was scheduled to be the desk pet of Miss Woods for that evening. Naturally, the substitute would get to play with her instead. The mere thought had her squeezing her thighs together through lunch, and taking an early leave from the table. It's not like she was listening to what was being said anyways.

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Riza changed in the girl's dressing room. She always brought a fresh outfit with her when she was scheduled to be a teacher's pet. It wouldn't do to wear crinkled clothes to such an important duty after all. Her button up shirt hugged her skin tightly, and her skirt was just the right height to ride up to the very tops of her thigh, but no further. A blue and white pair of converse, and matching ankle socks completed the look. A book on organic chemistry, a notebook, and a pen in hand, she hurried to the staff room.

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Riza watched from just outside, admiring Dr. Cross for a few moments. She was several minutes early to her duty, like she always was, and she liked to take a visual image of the teacher she would serve before she got into position, and what a lovely image Dr. Cross was. She had the girl drooling down her thigh, and that's exactly how Riza liked it.

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She knocked twice, and entered at Professor Morris's gesture, offering the elderly woman a grin. Professor Morris loved to tickle her desk pets, and Riza was no exception to that fate. In the two years at college, Riza had served almost every member of the faculty, and today, she would finally serve Dr. Cross.

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As she walked closer to the desk, she noticed something else. The dagger, gleaming under the light. She gulped at that. It was right next to where her own chest would be in moments, and possibly, on her skin some time after. She bit her lip, took a moment to steady herself, and approached. "Dr. Cross, I am Riza Rodrigues." The petite Indian girl announced. "I was assigned to be the desk pet of Miss Woods this evening. May I have the honour of serving you instead?"

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"Ah, Riza. Good. You may get in position"

Dr. Cross stood up from her desk to refill her coffee, glancing down at the small young woman as they passed each other.

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"You're a tiny one, aren't you?" At over six feet tall, even without her chunky boots, Lydia towered over the girl.

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Riza gulped as she passed Dr. Cross. The woman was so tall, and her clothing didn't do much to hide just how wonderfully muscled she was. Riza felt like the professor was a character out of some fantasy tale about goddesses, so beautiful and imposing she was.

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"To your liking, I hope, Dr. Cross." Riza replied to being called tiny. She *felt* tiny. And it was so unbelievably arousing. Of course, any professor had the unrestricted right to use her body how they pleased, or even snuff her, but with Dr. Cross, it felt even more real. Her mind flashed back to the story of her snapping a freshman's neck, and her pussy dripped down her thighs even more.

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Dutifully, the student pressed herself to the edge of the desk against the soft foam. She leaned forward, and pulled the rest, essentially a firm pillow the students used to prop their chests up so they could read and write more comfortably, a little closer. Then, without looking behind, her heart pounding, she bent over the table fully, her back arched delightfully, her legs spread, her pert ass on display with only her skirt to hide it, for the moment.

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Riza truly loved this position. She loved everything about it. How her ass and legs were in easy reach of the Professor to play with as she might choose. She had worked hard, quite literally, to make them as appealing as she possibly could. Her caramel legs were wonderfully toned, and smooth as could be. Shiny too. She had spent all of her earnings from a summer job to get laser hair removal done, and she felt so lovely in her smooth, soft skin. Her ass, while certainly not big, was pert and shapely, and matched her frame perfectly. She had gone the extra lengths to have her skirt tailored so that it came down to the very top of her thighs when she was bent over a desk. That was the contrast of this situation she so adored. She was a toy, but she was also a student, and it would be uncouth to bare her wet pussy to Dr. Cross without her choosing to lift the skirt up. She was so horny that moisture glistened on her thighs, but she was a student first, so she opened her books and began to study. It was the perfect position, so vulnerable, so HOT, so exposed, yet still proper, covered up, dutiful and studious. "Thank you for allowing me to be your desk pet, Dr. Cross." She said.

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Returning to her desk and setting her mug down, Dr. Cross sat and inspected the toy before her.

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"Hmmm, excited about something pet?" she said as she slowly drew two fingers up the inside of Riza's glistening wet thigh.

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Riza gasped quietly as she felt Dr. Cross's fingers on her thigh right away. Some Professors took their time before touching her, others barely addressed her at all. It seemed Dr. Cross was different, a very direct woman. "I have been very excited to serve you, Dr. Cross. You're the talk of the college. It's such a privilege to be here." She said, her words equally polite and truthful.

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"Mmmm, and a lovely bouquet" Lydia murmured as she brought her fingers up under her nose, closing her eyes to fully appreciate the intoxicating aroma of the young woman, before parting her lips and putting her fingers in her mouth, moaning softly as she tasted the thick clear treat.

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She couldn't see what was happening, but Rizs felt the fingers leave her thigh, heard the complement, and then the moan. Blushing deeply, she shook her ass ever so slightly, "I'm glad it is to your liking, Dr. Cross."

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"Mmm?" amused by the eager girl, Lydia decided to indulge her playful side, making audible lip-smacking sounds and little gasps of enjoyment as she licked her fingers clean.

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"Ahh, that's heavenly... I wonder if you've got enough to use as a sweetener for my coffee...?"

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More juice dribbled down Riza's thighs at the lip smacking and other sounds of enjoyment. "Thank you, Dr. Cross. Your praise makes me drip even more."

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The professor turned her chair and spread her legs to either side of Riza's and flipped the skirt up so she could have full access and a clear view.

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Riza felt the chair turn, and had to bite down on her bottom lip to resist the temptation of looking back. She was a toy for enjoyment after all, and she had been trained to be as unobtrusive as she could. Her desires were secondary, no matter how strongly she felt them at the moment.

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When Dr. Cross flipped her skirt up, Riza did not shy away from the attention. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so damn overwhelmingly aroused. Her legs were spread, so she knew the woman's eyes would see her wet, bald pussy, just ever so slightly peeled open to reveal the pinkness within. She would see her tight puckered asshole. The very first day she'd shown up to be a deskpet, she had worn a cute pink pair of panties. Professor Margaret Wilson had spanked her ass raw for that infracion. She had never worn panties since that day, and had been playfully punished by other Professors for her lack of panties. She felt such a thrill and anticipation at how Dr. Cross would react to her outfit, or lack of, she supposed.

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"Ohhhh mmyy..." Lydia felt heart heart skip a beat and her pussy drip into her jeans as she took in the beautiful sight before her. "Soooo pretty... " she softly placed her palms on the perky little butt cheeks, one at a time. She leaned down, face almost touching, and took a deep sniff with her eyes closed as she gently spread her hands, and Riza's ass.

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"Mmmmnnnn, delightful." She muttered, her face so close that Riza could feel the woman's breath on her opened pussy.

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Riza felt the strong hands on her cheeks, and then spread her open, even more than she already was. She gave no resistance at all, and moaned when she felt a breath on her pussy. The words of encouragement were an aphrodisiac unto themselves.

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"I hope you're not behind on your homework, little pet. Neither of us is going to get much work done." With that, she extended her tongue and very delicately traced a slow circle around the laser smooth skin just a centimeters away from Riza's beautiful little asshole.

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"I am not, Dr. Cross. And even if I were, I would happily get snuffed after serving you instead of doing an assignment." She declared, and was rewarded with a tongue on the sensitive skin oh so close to her ass. "Fuckkkk." She gasped.

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Dr. Cross smiled at the girls words and decided to reward her dedication to her duties by letting her tongue zero in on the center of it's swirling motion, lightly lapping the soft anus a few times before laying her cheek on Riza's... cheek.

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"Hmmm, maybe if you're a very good girl for me. How would you like to be snuffed if I'm pleased with you?"

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With that, she returned her tongue to the student's ass, poking the tip in and wriggling it in deeper. She reached one hand down to caress Riza's wet thigh softly, slowly coming closer to the source of the heavenly nectar that was starting to coat her fingers.

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Riza nearly orgasmed on the spot when the question was posed to her, and the tongue pushed into her asshole. "Fuck." She said, louder this time, her feet tensing as to not buck against the Professor.

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"I... I don't know Professor. I've always wanted to be decapitated, but with you, maybe a neck snap? I want you to snuff me with your bare hands."

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This had suddenly gotten so so real. Riza always knew that she would be snuffed one day. Hell, she taken on these extra responsibilities hoping she would be snuffed. But leaned over Dr. Cross's desk, it all felt oh so real. She might not be alive hours from now. Maybe even minutes. And God, she would try her best to please Dr. Cross and make it happen.

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Rubbing her hand higher and higher, lapping at the pretty asshole between every sentence "you think i couldn't decapitate you..." lick "with my bare hands?" lick "I'm almost offended" lick. Lydia's hand moved high up on Riza's thigh, then she moved her thumb to softly tap the girl's excited clit

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The single tap on the clit sent Riza hurting over the edge. She clasped her hands over her mouth to stop herself from moaning too loudly and disturbing everyone. It was the hardest orgasm she had ever had, the thought of the chiseled, goddess-like Dr. Cross decapitating someone with her bare hands was just unbearable. She squirted, and hoped that Dr. Cross's face was close enough that it would coat her with the nectar she so enjoyed.

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At the first twitch of the eager little cunt, Dr. Cross opened wide, very familiar with how snuff-sluts responded to her touch and her words by now. She lapped some of the horny junior's squirt and let some of it splash on her face as she relentlessly toyed with that tender engorged clit.

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"I would give anything to see you decapitate a woman with your bare hands, Dr. Cross. Anything and everything!" Riza giggled, not that it needed to be vocalised just how much she had enjoyed that thought.

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"Then" slurp-gulp "you don't get to be snuffed today, my cute caramel princess."

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Riza almost protested at the declaration, the haze from her orgasmic bliss making her brain slower, not to mention the torturous sensation of her clit getting toyed with after it had been made so sensitive from orgasm. It took a great deal of effort to not try to escape from it, but Riza was so well trained that she didn't even whine.

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"*Your* cute caramel princess, Dr. Cross?" Riza asked, turning her head to look at the woman for the first time. "Would you like to claim and collar me?" She asked, volunteering herself into slavery like she was ordering a cup of snuffbucks.

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A smile slowly grew on Dr. Cross's lips as she continued to softly assault this delectable creatures clit with her thumb, like the Grinch finally solidifying his evil plan to silence Whoville. "No, my sweet little toy, I'm far too busy to take care of a pet full-time." She leaned down to lick some of the girl's delicious juices from her. "But maybe my my chef could own you. She is capable enough, and could use a new hobby."

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Try as she might, the relentlessness of the thumb made Riza squirm, the assault of pain and pleasure too much for her to remain fully still through.

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"A shame, Dr. Cross. I won't offer myself into slavery to a woman I haven't even met, as wonderful as I'm certain she is." Even in her fully vulnerable position, speaking to a woman who had made the intention of snuffing her clear, the young girl kept her boundaries clear. "Perhaps you'll keep my severed head, and she'd like to cook my body. I bet I'd look very pretty as a paper weight."

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Lydia leaned down as she reached for her dagger. "As you wish." She removed her hand from the girls pussy, then grabbed a handful of young Riza's hair and said "you won't get to see me decapitate anyone" as she put the blade to the girl's neck

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Riza's head was efforlessy pulled back, and she felt the towering presence of the woman behind her. Cold steel was teased to her slender neck, and she relaxed, offering herself up fully to the woman. "It's a shame, Dr. Cross." She said. It truly was, she would have loved to see the woman snuff another with her bare hands. "Would you like your paper weight to be smiling or biting her bottom lip?" She asked, fully ready to embrace her fate.

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Dr. Cross didn't even answer before she pulled the blade hard from the left side of the pretty girl's neck to the right. Cutting all the soft tissue along the way, blood spraying into the office as she pulled hard on the soon-to-be dead girl's hair. "Too eager. Very obedient, but wasted potential."

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She leaned in close to speak in a soft voice directly into the dying girl's ear "I loved your asshole on my tongue, my dear. I'll enjoy eating your pussy after you die. More than once."

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Riza felt very little as the blade effortlessly sliced through her neck. It was still attached to her head, and she still maintained consciousness, hearing the words crystal clear. The thought of having her dead pussy enjoyed was so hot. She found that she didn't have time to reply, and instead, relaxed her face and bit her bottom lip till the darkness came, her eyes open, her face sexy as all hell, ready to be epoxied and used as a paper weight.

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Riza's body dropped dead, gorgeous.

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​ ​ Even though she wasn't at all obligated to attend the assembly, Lydia stuck around and half listened to the bland presentation.

​ 'Mid-semester check in for freshmen, blah blah blah. Resources available for adjusting to university life, blah blah blah.'

​ She hadn't attended one of these in years and it was all still the same old blah blah blah, but Lydia stayed because she was feeling like the fresh young students were reigniting a a lust she hadn't felt in a while.

Too wrapped up in her work. Too involved in writing her book. Too stuck in her daily routine.

​ Looking at the boring administrator speaking on stage, she realized she hadn't even been in this building since the theater department put on a production of Firebringer, and that was at least three years ago. She smiled at the memory, while the next speaker took to the stage.

​ She had decided to stay to observe the entire freshman class of girls in one room. From her position near the exit between the stage and the front row, she could sweep her gaze over the faces and attitudes of every single student.

​ 'Ah, there's Jasmine, looking pretty miserable, but at least she pulled herself together after a quick stop at the nurse. There's Mary, still wiping tears from her face after I executed her pathetic sister. Oh, and of course little Faith is sitting up straight and soaking in every word. Hmm....' she thought to herself.

​ Lydia caught herself squirming on the folding chair she was seated on and stopped herself. She had the rest of the day free from teaching, and knew that she needed some relief. To let herself go. The Meeks girl was just an appetizer for her growing hunger.

​ As she scanned the assembled students, she spotted one, a bored expression on her face, but 'the lips on that girl... yes. That's the one.'

​ Dr. Cross stood and discreetly walked to the back of the auditorium and tapped the bored blonde cheerleader looking girl on the shoulder and leaned close to tell her "You will come with me. Now."

​ The girl blinked and opened her eyes wider as she took in the 6'2" dark-haired blue-eyed lady looming over her. She quickly sat up from her slouched position and got to her feet. Following eagerly as the tall, confident woman was already making her way to the exit at the rear of the auditorium.

​ Lydia only had to wait a few moments on the outside steps on the theater building before she heard the door open and close again. She turned slowly to see the pretty blonde girl looking her up and down, her steps slowing.

​ "Hey, thanks for getting me out of there. That shit was booooorrriinnng" the girl said as she took in the sight of Dr. Cross in the mid-day sun.

​ "Hmm. You're welcome. Come with me." She started walking, knowing the young woman would follow.

​ The girl giggled and jogged to catch up, her tits bouncing. "Whatever you say, Dr. Cross."

​ "Oh, you've heard of me already?" Lydia glanced over her shoulder as the blonde caught up and walked by her side.

​ With a big smile and sparkling grey eyes, she said "Of course! My big sister was in one of your classes... until right after Christmas.... She talked about you all the time!"

​ The tall woman stopped and turned to look at the girl's face again. Same cute nose, same pretty plump lips, same eye shape.

​ "Rebecca Jensen. I thought you looked familiar. Yes, Abby spoke of you often, and very... fondly." She allowed herself a small smile as she rembered Abby gushing about her baby sister, how she'd grown into a beautiful young woman and would be joining her at the school this fall.

​ The freshman smiled wider, nodding. "You can call me Becky, though, Dr. Cross, if you like."

​ Lydia resumed walking, and Becky followed, hurrying to keep up with the amazon that she'd only heard about until today.

​ "How is your mother? I haven't seen her since she first brought Abby here her freshman year. Must be five years now....." She rembered liking Abby and her mother, Vanessa, as soon as she met them. Both pretty blondes like Rebecca, although neither of them were quite as tasty looking as the youngest sister.

​ As they continued across campus, Becky blushed and replied "Oh, well... mom said if I graduated at the top of my class, she would live-rosst for my graduation party. Soo....." she trailed off.

​ Giving Rebecca and approving look, Lydia said "Ah, I'm going to fuck a valedictorian. Lucky me. And congratulations. A pity though, I would have loved to see Vanessa roast." She approached the door to the athletic center and held the door open for Rebecca. "and it would've been nice to see if she was as delicious as your sister."

​ Becky nodded politely as she entered. "Thank you Dr. Cross. She was wonderful! My mouth was watering all afternoon as she cooked."

​ They entered the lobby and Becky followed as Dr. Cross led them to the a locker room reserved for freshmen. They had the place to themselves since everybody else wss still at the assembly.

​ Dr. Cross set her bag on a bench and turned to Rebecca "You will undress now Rebecca." She reached behind her head to undo the neat bun she had been wearing all morning, releasing her dark, nearly black hair to tumble down onto her shoulders, reaching just past her clavicle.

​ Becky hurried to comply, kicking off her sneakers and pulling her leggings and panties down in one go, revealing not just her toned creamy white legs, but also a tidy little trimmed bush of dark blonde hair. As she was kicking them off her feet, she grabbied the hem of her snug t-shirt and practically ripped it off up over her head, before unclasping her frilly blue DD-cup bra and tossing it on the heap of clothes.

​ She stood naked, heart pounding, in front of the woman who had snuffed her beloved sister months earlier.

​ "Well done, Rebecca." Lydia reached into her bag and retrieved her dagger, noticing Rebecca's eyes following the weapon. Nervous? Or excited? Dr. Cross had a feeling it was both.

​ "Ummm, Dr. Cross? Are you gonna snuff me too?" She asked in a small voice.

​ "Oh, no. At least not right now, dear." She held out the dagger to the naked young woman. "But I am going to watch you cut your tits off while I disrobe..."

​ Becky's eyes went wide. "Why?" She managed to ask after a moment.

​ "Because it's very amusing to watch, silly girl." Rebecca raised her hand and grasped the hilt of the dagger. "Also because I have an important dinner tomorrow, and I've been too busy to go to the market to pick out something nice. Start cutting. It's not the best tool for the job, but I keep it exceptionally sharp. You can trust me that it will get the job done, as it has many times before."

​ Becky pulled the blade from it's sheath. 'How many times?' she wondered. How many girls before her had felt the kiss of this wicked weapon? Had Abby?

​ "Ok... I understand... but, what I meant was, why aren't you going to snuff me?" She set the sheath down and held the blade in her right hand, hefting her plump yet perky right breast in her left hand. She brought the edge up to the underside and took a deep breath.

​ As Dr. Cross removed her jacket, she told thr girl "Oh, well, I rather like you, to be honest." She untucked her cream turtleneck feom her jeans and began pulling it up, revealing, inch by inch, the incredibly toned abs that Abby had told Becky about. "And," she said from inside the shirt as she wrestled the turtleneck over her face and head "because I'd like to have you for dinner."

​ She tossed the garment onto the growing pile, standing topless, smiling warmly at Rebecca. "Not just your tits, but as my dinner companion. Go on girl, cut." She waved her fingers at the dumbfounded freshman, who finally got started on the task.

​ "Oh fuck, this is sharp!!!" Becky barely even felt the first slice as she did it, but the pain wasn't far behind... she tried to concentrate, but found herself distracted looking at Dr. Cross as the famed professor unbuttoned her jeans and began to shimmy them down her butt.

​ The woman was more than just an imposing figure, and intimidating presence. She was... statuesque. But, even more than that. She wore no bra, and as she scooted her tight black jeans down, no panties either, unless the long string of grool connected to the inside of her jeans counted. Not a hair on her body below her head, tight bands of muscles in her arms and thick shoulders. Becky, being a bright student, knew she was looking at Dr. Cross's powerful lats as well.

​ But what struck her the most was something her big sister had never mentioned. Dr. Cross was covered from her neck to her toes, once she got out of her boots and her jeans, in thousands of scars, criss-crossing and dotting her body.

​ "Ho-ly shit." Beclky said, the knife pausing halfway through her breast, blood already running down her stomach and leg as she stared.

​ "That's sweet of you Rebecca, but you'll want to hurry. If you spend too much time bleeding you wont be able to join me for dinner." She reached out and pinched the nipple of the mostly severed breast.

​ "Ow! Hey! Okay okay. This fucking hurts though... Dr. Cross." She added, glancing back up apologetically.

​ "Yes, dear of course it does. Hand it to me." Lydia held her hands out as the large breast finally came free, Rebecca almost dropping it before passing it to the professor, who gave he nipple a little kiss before placing it on the bench next to her bag.

​ Becky looked down at her now half-flat chest, at the blood running down her body. At her ampu-titty just jiggling there. 'college is fucking wild' she thought as she wiped her bloody hands on her butt, switched the knife to her left hand and got started on the other side.

​ "You're doing wonderfully, Rebecca. I knew you would." Lydia said gently as she stepped closer and brushed some of the girl's blonde hair out of her face." She reached down to cup both hands under the remaining breast, taking it's weight and allowing Rebecca to focus on cutting and not trying to juggle her double-D one handed. Before long she was done and Dr. Cross lifted the severed organ to plant a reverent kiss on this nipple as well. The. She lowered it to Rebcca.

​ "Say goodbye, for now." and smiled as she watched the slightly woozy, heavily bleeding, girl lean in close and take her former nipple into her mouth for a brief suck and a little nibble. 'Oh, she's definitely had that in her mouth before' she thought as she smiled warmly, then set it next to it's partner on the bench.

​ "Now, lucky for you, I've been distractingly horny for more than an hour, so your job should be easy. Make me cum on that cute face of yours before you pass out, then, I can walk you to the infirmary, which is conveniently in the building next to this one. Doesn't that sound nice?" She took Rebecca's chin in her hand, tilted the girl's head up and leaned down to give her a soft but sensual smooch on those pretty pretty pink lips.

​ Becky felt dazed as she kissed the woman back. "Yes. Thank you Dr. Cross."

​ Still holding her chin, faces close, lips barely an inch apart from each other's Lydia winked and said "good girl. Now get on your knees and eat my pussy." She planted her foot in a spot that wasn't pooling with blood, put one hand on a row of lockers, and raised her left foot to plant on the lockers as well, giving the girl all the access she'd need.

​ Sinking to her knees after cutting of both of her breasts was the easiest command Becky had obeyed all semester. Until she saw the laser-smooth, dripping wet pussy of Dr. Lydia Cross right in her face. She leaned in, reaching both hands between Dr. Cross's legs, and up to grab her hips from behind. Shoving her face into that beautiful fragrant needy cunt was now the easiest order she had ever obeyed in her life, and she didn't need to be told to put her heart into it, along with her tongue.

​ "Ohhhh, fffuck!! Yes, girl, that's it!!" Lydia slapped her hand against the lockers as the freshman dove in full throttle. "Yes, baby, that's what I needed." She had been on edge even before she got out of bed that morning, but hadn't had time to take care of her yearning pussy herself. She ground herself onto the mouth of the mutilated little blonde brainiac, grabbing her perky scarred c-cup and digging her nails into it to the point that she drew blood.

​ For her part, Becky could feel her own pussy dripping, and not just with the blood that was flowing down her body. She couldn't remember ever being so turned on, but maybe that was partly from blood loss. She'd enjoyed being choked during sex before, and this felt like the same giddy fuck-drunk sensation to a point. And OMG, not only was she going down on someone she saw as a celebrity (although, to be fair, she did own all of Dr. Cross's books) but she found she absolutely loved the taste of this woman's pussy, celebrity or not. Her tongue and lips were relentless in worshipping this brutal, brilliant, beautiful goddess towering over her. With one bloody hand, she reached up to push two fingers into the woman who killed her sister, and with the other hand she reached down to push two fingers into her own desperate pussy.

​ She came immediately.

​ Lydia moaned and her legs trembled when the fingers slid inside her. "Ohhhh, pet, you're absolutely lovely!!" she panted as she watched the girl obviously starting a brain melting orgasm, followed by a series of intense and arousing squirts, then a steady stream of piss on the floor while she shuddered and moaned into Lydia's cunt. "Next time, you'll save thar for my mouth, won't you?"

​ All Becky could do in response was groan "Mmmmmmnnnnn!" as she kept licking and sucking and curled her fingers inside the woman who was at that moment the owner of her entire body and mind.

​ That did it. The flood gates released. Becky felt Dr. Cross's hand grab her hair as the pussy she was happily servicing clamped down on her fingers, and she felt a gush in her mouth. She wanted to just open wide and take it all in, but she was diligent and didn't relent.

​ "FUCK!!! FUCK YESS FUCKING FUUUUCCKKK!!!" Lydia was yelling as she came hard on the girl's mouth. 'Rebecca's mouth. Rebecca Jensen's fucking fantastic goddamn mouth. Holy fuck, this girl is special' she managed to think as she struggled to keep her footing, not worried if the girl was bleeding out or drowning at that moment. This was exactly what she had needed.

​ "Nnngggghh!!! Fuck! Good girl, Rebecca. Fucking good fucking girl." She managed to say through gritted teeth as she caught her breath, coming down off of an orgasm thar had been delayed for too long. She put her foot down and grasped Rebecca's wrist, moaning as she pulled the girl's fingers out of her, and lifted, pulling the girl to her feet.

​ "Well done, Rebecca Jensen." She kissed her hard, even nipped at those fucking pretty lips, before she noticed the dazed look on her face. "Ok, miss valedictorian. Grab one of those tits, and let's go see the nurse. I'm not done with you yet."

​ She put her bag on her shoulder, picked up a fat jiggly severed breast, and after Rebecca had done the same, they both stumbled naked out of the locker room to the infirmary next door.

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Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/GuroErotica/s/qqX0B41i2o

This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years of age.

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"Katie Meeks?" The substitute teacher called out as she went down the list.

"Oh, yes..." she glanced at the cooling corpse next to her desk. She had already been marked as deceased. "Ok, then next we have Mary... hmm Meeks?" Lydia called out clearly while looking at her attendance sheet.

She looked up to see one of the crying girls raise her shaking hand as she blubbered "H-here, Duh-huh-uh-Doctor C-c-c-cross." With tears streaming down her face.

She was more of a mess than the trembling Jasmine Vasquez, still holding the dagger that punctured her breast. Her pretty lacy white blouse had a slowly growing bloody red stain, even as her left arm visibly shook from the exertion of holding the handle of the knife through the last few minutes.

Dr. Cross allowed herself a small amused smirk as she watched Mary for a moment before marking her present.

She continued to call attendance and received replies of "here, Dr. Cross" or "present, Dr. Cross" from each girl, appreciating that even if there was no real class today, she had at least taught them a lesson.

Eventually near the end of the list she called out "Jasmine Vasquez?" and looked around at the students.

Jasmine, shuddering and in agony, slowly raised her right hand "h-here, Dr. Cross... may I please put the knife down!?" It came out in a rush, a desperate plea.

Lydia regarded the suffering student for a moment, then looked down at the attendance sheet, taking her time to mark the girl present, and still looking at the sheet said "no, you may not."

She looked back up and could see that Jasmine's arm was weakening from staying in that position for minutes, making her hand shaky, leading to the two inches of blade buried in her breast move and cut more, cause more damage, more pain.

Her left eyebrow raised as she watched Jasmine raise her right hand again desperately, like a kid who can't hold it and needs a bathroom pass.

Resting her elbows on the desk and folding her hands, Lydia said "do you have another question, miss Vasquez?"

"Y-yesDr.Cross!" It all came out as one word.

"You may ask." Lydia was enjoying this too much. It had been too long since she had taught a class of delicate dumb little first year students.

"May I please hold it with my other hand? My arm is getting tired... Dr. Cross." Jasmine begged, the tears running down her face were making the not bloody parts of her top almost as wet as her slowly oozing wound.

The substitute simply stared directly at her with a contemplative look for a moment before she said "No."

"Melanie West?" She called out, letting Jasmine continue to suffer.

"Present... Dr. Cross." came from a bored looking goth or punk or... whatever she was... Lydia didn't really care what the angsty girls called themselves these days. She just marked her present and moved on.

"And finally we have... Zoe Yamamoto?" and a hand went up immediately "here, Dr. Cross!" The girl was slightly surprised to hear a teacher call out her name without hesitation or mangling her last name. Lydia gave her the tiniest smile, and a barely perceptible nod before she set down her clipboard and pen.

"Very good, class. Jasmine, you may come to the desk and remove my dagger from your tit. You will hand it to me and thank me for my kindness." Lydia could almost smell how wet her own pussy was even through her tight black jeans as the girl hastily and shakily stood and staggered to the desk.

"Uhhh...!!" Jasmine moaned and whimpered as she pulled the weapon out of her own flesh and held it out to this ruthless woman in both hands "th-thank yooouuu, Dr. ... Cross"

Lydia watched the blood from the now open wound soak into Jasmine's pretty blouse for a moment before she lazily reached up to receive her dagger from the traumatized student.

"You're welcome miss Vasquez. You may go to the nurse, but make sure you hurry, as the mandatory assembly is in ten minutes."

She looked into Jasmine's eyes as she said it, and the girl muttered a quick "Thank you, Dr. Cross" before she rushed out of the classroom, both hands clutching her now free-flowing wound, leaving all of her things at her desk.

As she stood from her desk, Lydia could feel her grool dripping into her panties, then while casually licking some blood from the tip of her knife she turned to the girl she was beginning to think of as her potential pet. "Faith," she said, with blood on her lips "you and Mary will clean this..." she nudged Katie's corpse with the toe of her right boot "...up. You should have time before the assembly."

Despite her sorry state, Mary raised her hand.

"Yes. Miss Meeks, you have a question?" Lydia was enjoying this. Her graduate students weren't nearly as entertaining as these fragile freshmen.

"Dr. Cross, m-may I please call my parents? To come get my sister?" It was impressive that she could get the words out. Lydia considered for a moment as she admired both the bravery and emotional devastation of little Mary Meeks.

"Yes. You may. She certainly won't be the last piece of meat left on the floor by the end of today. Take it to the kitchen and tell them I sent it to be prepared for your family." Lydia could see, even through the grief and misery, a look of gratitude on Mary's face. 'Hmmm, maybe another one to keep my eyes on.'

As Mary and Faith moved to gather Katie's corpse, Lydia stepped in Faith's way and took her by her arm, firmly, but not aggressively, "make sure you two aren't late for the assembly. I... have faith in you." She couldn't help but smile as the petite girl's face flushed and her eyes lit up.

"Yes, Dr. Cross. Anything you say, Dr. Cross." Faith answered. Her words were submissive and obedient, but Lydia felt the girl tremble in her grip, not with fear, but excitement. 'This one could be fun' Lydia mused to herself.

As the two girls, one holding back sobs and the other holding back from shoving her hand down her skirt, managed to find a way to lift and carry poor Kathy (fuck!) Katie, and carry her out of the classroom, Dr. Lydia Cross called out...

"The rest of you dumb little sluts, leave your things where they are and form an orderly line. You will follow me to the campus auditorium to attend the Dean's assembly. No talking, no pushing, no questions."

Lydia was satisfied as they obeyed and walked out of the classroom, out of the building, and crossed the park across campus to the auditorium.

'This is actually quite a nice break from reading doctorate theses' Lydia thought to herself as she led an obedient and sufficently humbled group of teen girls through the shade of oaks and elms, smiling as she watched squirrels scamper about. 'It's almost like a little paid staycation. I definitely need to substitute more often."

Just as the entourage reached the auditorium, with five minutes to spare, Lydia was happy to see a very cheerful Faith, and a visibly distraught Mary, jogging to catch up to the group.

"Well done girls" she said to them both, and went so far as to gently touch each of them on the cheek as she held the door for them.

Mary seemed like she could burst into uncontrollable sobs at any moment, but she put her hand to Lydia's and blubbered out "th-thank you Dr. Cross" before she ran inside to find a seat and bury her face in her hands.

On the other hand, Faith gave that sweet smile that was quickly growing on Lydia, and learned her cheek into her teacher's hand, holding it with both of hers as she practically purred in a soft sweet voice "Thank you... Dr. Cross."

Lydia couldnt tell if the girl was intentionally fluttering her eyelids, or if Faith was just enjoying the moment as much as she was. She had a hunch, but she also had a job to do.

"Enough of that. Don't be late." But she knew that the skinny nerdy looking girl had noticed her smile.

As Faith dutifully went inside and found a seat, Lydia took a moment and a deep breath... allowed herself to close her eyes, reach one hand up to pinch her left nipple hard, and the other hand to slap her increasingly hungry cunt, even though it was only a tease through her jeans, before she went inside and closed the door.

To be too continued!

Comments welcome and encouraged!

I love knowing what part(s) you like most, and while I make no promises, any suggestions will be considered, and may be woven into the story at some point if/when they feel right! Thank you for reading!

This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years of age.

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The heels of her boots clopping on the tile floor as she entered the classroom, the tall fit woman silenced the chattering and laughing class full of freshman girls by her mere presence. Her perfect posture, precise movements, and intense countenance gave her an aura of authority that their regular goofy playful teacher could never achieve.

"Good morning students." She said as she stood next to the desk at the front of the room, setting down her leather bag, before continuing "I am Dr. Lydia Cross. I will be your substitute for today..."

A girl in the back, near the windows raided her hand, and before being called on said "Miss Cross? May I go to the nurse? I... have cramps." She was holding her stomach and she definitely looked uncomfortable.

Lydia removed a clipboard from her bag and gave the girl a long steady glare, one eyebrow slightly raised.

Looking at her attendance sheet, she asked in a cold tone "what is your name, girl?"

"Katie. Umm, Katie Meeks." She muttered, sort of shrinking under the unrelenting glare of Dr. Cross, sliding down in her chair a bit.

Lydia made a note on her sheet and set the clipboard down. "Very well, miss Meeks, you will not have to participate in today's lesson."

This produced a sigh of relief from Katie, who started to gather her stuff.

"Leave your things where they are and come to the front of the class." Lydia instructed coolly, her voice even and calm, but clearly leaving no room for argument.

Slowly putting her things back down, Katie turned and slowly walked to stand in front of Dr. Cross.

"Turn around and face the class." Lydia said quietly so only the nervous girl could hear. Katie turned and looked at her classmates, brushing her long straight brown hair behind her ears, expecting... she wasn't sure what, she just knew this woman was frightening.

"As I was saying, I am Doctor..." she put emphasis on the word and paused to look at the students "Lydia Cross, and I'll be your substitute. You may call me Dr. Cross, and only Dr. Cross. I didn't spend 8 years getting a Ph.D in Philosophy to be disrespected by little cunts like you."

Katie's shoulders were going higher, tensing in shame and trying to shrink into herself.

"Stand up straight." Dr. Cross snapped, making the girl immediately straighten her back. She looked at her classmates and wondered why all their eyes were getting so big, then heard and felt the substitute step closer behind her, so close she could feel the tall woman's breasts pressing into her back, right before she felt an arm wrap around her throat.

"I demand respect. Is that clear?" Lydia asked, as she completed the chokehold and began to squeeze.

"Yes, Dr. Cross" the class replied, not in unison, but respectfully enough, their eyes wide as Katie gurgled, her face turning a darker pink.

"Good. Now, Kathy..." She began saying, when a girl in the second row interrupted her "umm... it's Katie... umm Dr. Cross..."

The girl blushed and nearly peed herself as Dr. Cross' head turned quickly and she aimed an obviously irate look ar her.

"You, front row." Lydia said to a slender mousy ginger girl sitting right in front of her. The girl pointed at herself, eyebrows rising higher. "Yes you. Open my bag. Get my knife. Do it now."

Meanwhile, her grip on Katie's neck hadn't lessened at all, and the poor girls face was getting darker.

The redhead quickly jumped from her chair and opened the leather bag, withdrew a 7" long double edged dagger, pulled it from the sheath, and held it out to the intimidating sub.

"Good girl." Lydia glanced at the redhead 'this one's got potential at least.' She thought to herself. "What is your name?" She almost sounded kind, well, gentler anyway.

""Thank you, Dr. Cross. My name is Faith Bella. Here's your knife, Dr. Cross." The girl smiled and held up the knife for the stern woman.

Her head turned to look down at the obedient and polite, petite, pretty, freckled, little 5' tall, if that, snack of girl... 'focus, Lydia...' she mentally scolded herself. For first time, a little hint of a smile turned up one corner of Lydia's red lips that only Faith could see.

"Thank you Faith, but as you can see I have my hands full. Who is the girl that interrupted me, and..." she turned to stare directly into the eyes of the student who had spoken out of turn " corrected me?"

The girl in the second row of desks, the epitome of average, was cowering now, unable to hold the gaze of Dr. Cross for more than a second.

"That's Jasmine Vasquez, Dr. Cross." Faith said helpfully.

"Faith, stab that loudmouth in her tit. Jasmine, don't you fucking move." Lydia tightened her hold on Katie, the poor girl was nearly turning purple by then, and struggling uselessly in the steel-like grip of Dr. Cross.

Without hesitation, Faith walked over to the now panicking Jasmine and promptly jabbed the dagger a couple of inches into Jasmine's very average sized tit, amazed at how easily the dagger slid in. Jasmine whimpered and squirmed, tears rolling down her face, but she didn't dare scream or protest or try to stop it. She did look pleadingly at Dr. Cross, but she knew from the teacher's stone cold face that pleading would do no good.

She turned her eyes to silently beg for mercy from her classmate, but she found that Faith was smiling sweetly at her, even as she held the blade still, sunk into her tit. There was something more though, something in her eyes that didn't fit with the sweet smile.

Lydia actually did smile now, just a little, feeling herself getting a little turned on by her little temporary teacher's pet. 'Stay professional, Lydia.' She reminded herself, but she could feel herself getting wet. Well, wetter than she had been since she wrapped her arm around Katie's neck.

"Good girl, Faith. Now Jasmine, take the handle of the knife and hold it there until instructed otherwise."

Jasmine whimpered and raised a shaking hand to the handle and said in a trembling voice, trying to hold back sobs "y-yes, D-Dr. Cross...."

Faith released the knife, stull smiling down at her clasmate then turned her attention to her new favorite substitute teacher, expectantly.

"Thank you, Faith. You may return to your seat." Dr. Cross was pulling Katie tighter to her, wondering if the girl was aware enough still to feel how hard her nipples had gotten, pressing into the suffocating girl's back. She relaxed her death grip at last, allowing Katie to suck in a deep breath, and come back to her senses a little.

"Now that we all understand respect, I regret to inform you that there will be no lesson today, as the Dean has called an assembly for all 1st year students in less than 30 minutes. It is mandatory, and no one is getting out of it by asking to go to the nurse."

She gave it a moment to sink in, before she twisted and jerked violently on the neck in her grip. With an audible crunch that broke the silence of the cowed students, Katie's eyes rolled back and she went limp, hanging in their subs still unwavering grip. Dr. Cross didn't adjust her posture at all when she took the full weight of the dead girl, her back still straight, feet shoulder width apart.

The class stared. Some with wide eyes. Some with mouths hanging open. Some crying. A few as bored as if they were watching paint dry.

But Dr. Lydia Cross saw one beaming smile, right in front of her in the front row of desks. One set of eyes that despite their bright green irises, had that deep dark sparkle that Lydia knew very very well. That same dark sparkle that she saw in the mirror after having a particularly good... maybe that's not the word... a particularly wicked day.

Faith Bella, the little imp, was flushed and very subtly biting her bottom lip, with her hands folded on her desk, but a little fidgety, her legs pressed tightly together.

'I should ask the Dean to let me substitute this class until Miss Woods recovers' Lydia thought, just before dropping the corpse of Kathy, no wait, Katie. Whatever.

To be continued...?

Original story here https://www.reddit.com/r/GuroErotica/s/uYUB6eBjhk

My coda that was inspired by that story is in the comments

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"Julia! You have a visitor!!" Jake yelled from the front door.

"I'm in my room! Tell whoever it is to come on in!!" Julia yelled back from her bed

She could hear her brother laughing out loud. Where else would she be? After her slip at the club left her quadrapolegic, Julia was wherever somebody put her. She sighed and gave the voice command to turn off her screen.

Moments later, her best friend since middle school walked into her room, smiling and waving with her fingers.

"Mel!!! Hey girl!!!" Julia greeted the slender blonde girl from her bed

"Hi Juliaaaaa!!!! Happy to see me? Your mom told me about your accident, so I came by to cheer you up."

Melissa said as she skipped over to sit on the bed and take her friends hand, holding it up and kissing Julia's numb fingers.

"How are you feeling?"

Julia rolled her eyes, "ugh!!! to be honest, not best!!" Both girls laughed at the remark.

"I've been stuck in bed for days and I can't even feel it when my brother fucks me now. Kinda sucks."

"Aww, babe, that sounds awful!!!" Melissa, still holding Julia's hand, softly petted her paralyzed friend's hair and softly touched her face.

"I bet I know a way to cheer you up though!" She's said, with a naughty grin, then stood up and twirled a few times before slowly lifting her sundress up, revealing her pale body, smoothly waxed cunt, perky freckled little tits, light pink nipples rock hard, and tossed her dress on Julia's face.

Julia watched appecriatively, but protested "Hey!! Now I can't see, meanie!!" but Melissa quickly pulled the garment off her friend's face.

Melissa, naked and excited, climbed onto the bed and straddled her bestie.

"You know I'm just being a tease! Anyway, I didn't just come over to cheer you up with a little dance and strip show."

She was grinding her aready wet pussy on Julia's stubbly mound.

"I came over so you could snuff me!"

Julia had been looking down at her friend grinding on her useless pussy, but her eyes went wide and she looked up at Melissa.

"What!? How the fuck am I supposed to do that? You want me to bite you to death? Ha!!"

Both girls giggled again, but then Melissa reached into her purse to pull out the knife she had brought. Still grinding on Julia, getting more turned on by the moment, she slowly licked the sharp blade, nicking her tongue, letting thw blood dribble down her chin, onto her chest, onto both of them.

"Like this, silly."

She took Julia's limp hand in her own, wrapped the motionless fingers around the handle of the knife, then clasped her friend's fist in her own and brought it up to her neck.

"Ohmygod, for real!?" Julia could barely speak.

"I thought I'd never... I mean... really, Mel?"

Julia was tearing up with emotion as her BFF kept grinding their cunts together.

"Yes, . Pease, Julia? You know I can't go on without you by my side... and I'm sooo sorry I bailed on you at the club when you had your accident. Let me make it up to you!! I want you to kill me with i fuck you! Please?"

'Jesus fucking Christ' Julia thought, 'maybe pissing in that dead girl's mouth was the best idea I ever had?'

But all she said was "yes. Thank you. I love you Mel!"

As soon as Melissa heard those words, she bit her lip tring not to cry, and said "I love you too, Jules." And leaned down to kiss the one girl she had always loved, and drew their hands across her neck.