The Perfect Goth Coworker [MxF] [Consensual Snuff] [Sadist-Masochist]
The campus was empty, the last of final exams had finished a few days ago. The college students had all moved out and now it was just the few professors and facility staff hanging around during the day, pretending to work.
And then there was the school store. Overpriced, horrible selection, and on an isolated corner of the campus. It was the most boring place to be and to work, but Brett hadn't picked to work there for excitement, or the pay, or the "fee store credit". He chose to work there for Nina, the classic goth girl of every college guy's dreams. She looked like she could be a pin up model for the goth girl look, even in the blue shirt and khaki pants that the store made her wear. Her hair jet black, straight down to her shoulder blades and matched her black lipstick. She was slender with a chest every guy hoped to get a handful of. She was beautiful, and every guy on campus dreamed of seeing how wild she would be.
But Brett wanted to be different, he didn't want to be like every other sleaze ball that went after her. So, he applied for the store position, got the job, and immediately got assigned to different shifts than her. But then the academic year ended and everyone left, including most of the student workers. Brett saw his opportunity, he knew she was planning to work through the next week when the store finally closed for break. He volunteered to stay, and now it was midnight, on an empty campus with just him, Nina, and the Nightshift Manager Chet.
The problem was Chet; he kept sending Brett off to do stupid tasks while he stayed hanging around Nina all night.
Brett looked over from the cereal shelf he was stocking to see Nina disassembling and cleaning the coffee machine. Chet was leaning against the counter next to her, talking about his War Fantasy Hammer game in his horribly annoying voice that seemed to get more nasally when talking about his fantasy games.
"And then I told the guy, your never gonna beat my army, every other week I'm upping it's size with my manager pay. He said I was just wasting my paycheck, but I know he wished he could have a 2000-point army like mine."
He looked over at Nina, trying to get a hint if she was impressed by his story or ability to throw money around.
Without looking his way, she just said plainly, "that's great Chet, pass me the soap rag" Her never smiling face looked like she was in pure hell.
Chet, not passing her the soap rag, just continued on "This other guy told me that I was just playing the meta, but little does he know I'm a tactical genius at the game. If anything I created the meta and people are just copying me."
Nina turned her head to look anywhere that wasn't in Chet's general direction. Her eyes locked onto Brett for brief second. Brett could see them light up for a second as she looked at him, he wished he could hear the thought behind it. Nina then turned to Chet, cutting him off, "Hey Chet, you only live like what, a half hour away right? Why don't you go grab some of your Fantasy Hammer War army pieces and bring them back here. It's such a slow night and you could show them off to me" the fake flirtatious act was obvious to anyone that wasn't Chet.
Chet immediately starts stammering, "I... well, ...it's more like 40 minutes... well," he looked down at his watch, flustered "yeah, um I'll go get them!" He grabbed his keys and hurried to the door, walking like a man trying to conceal a boner.
Nina and Brett both watched him exit the store and get into his car. Brett let out a "I can't believe that guy is a post grad" hoping to get a chuckle out of Nina. But she didn't react, she was still staring out the front at Chet's car, and the second she saw it leave the parking lot she darted into the back storeroom.
"Fuck." Brett thought to himself "She's making a run for it, probably quitting." He could hear shuffling in the backroom, boxes being shifted, the ladder being moved, and then "New guy, get in here!"
Brett walked to the storeroom door and pushed it open. Nina had her back turned, digging through boxes, bags, and drawers like her life depended on it. He walked up to her as she reached into drawer and pulled something out, "this will do" he heard her say under her breath.
"Hey, I know you needed a break from Chet, but he's gonna be way more annoying when he gets back with those game things"
She turned around and pressed something up to Brett's chest. He looks down to see her holding a rusty old knife out. Looking back up at her, she states, "Snuff me!"
"What!?!?" Brett looked back down at the knife she was still trying to give him, at a loss for words, "What do you- Are you serious?"
She looked at him with a bit if annoyance on her face, and a bit of a tease, "Snuff. Me. You do know what that is right?"
Brett took a second to answer, still trying to figure out if this was a joke she was taking too far. "Of course I know what that is, who doesn't on campus?"
Brett and every other student had heard about it, the new trend where someone gives another permission to kill them, usually during sex. The University Administration had a fit when right before homecoming this year, the football team had snuffed almost half of the cheerleader team at a weekend party. Apparently, it started with the cheer captain letting the whole football team fuck her in front of the party, with the quarterback finishing last and snapping her neck. They say she came so hard as she died that her cheer team started lining up for their own turns. The football team still won the homecoming match, but the University President said the remaining cheer team was an embarrassment on the sidelines, disorganized as all hell. But that was the jocks and the partiers who did wild shit, not an everyday college student in the back of the campus store. Brett looked at Nina, waiting for her to laugh at him and withdraw the offer, but she didn't.
"I want you to fuck me like you've been daydreaming about all night, and when I cum, slit my throat and let me bleed out on it. Can you manage that?"
Brett began to realize the amazing proposition he was being offered. He took the knife, looked down at it, and said, "alright, but I'm doing whatever I want with you before..."
"Before you spill me all over the floor? As long as you slit my throat when I start to cum and leave my bloody, cum filled, corpse for that loser of a manager to come across, do whatever you want to me." A flicker of relief and intrigue in her voice. "I'm a masochist for a good time"
Before she could say more, Brett pushed her hard backward, she slammed against the wall, hitting her head hard, "Hey!" she let out, more surprised than angry. Brett strode forward and in one smooth motion thrust a hand to her throat pinning her to the wall. She was shorter than him and her eyes looked up with a flicker of fear and then anticipation. Brett had told himself he'd be better than the other sleaze bags after Nina, but his daydreams of being with her and always been rough, and now he had a free pass to be as rough as we wanted and then more. He took the knife in his other hand brought it to her collar and cut the shirt down the front. The knife was dull though and it only made a small tear down. Brett let go of her throat and with both hands ripped her shirt open. Nina let out slight gasp at the amount of force he was already using. The knife then slid under the fabric and underwire connecting the cups of her bra, Brett pulled hard, knowing the knife was dull. The straps of her bra pulled hard into Nina's back, and she started to be pulled away from the wall. Brett slammed her back against the wall by the throat again and the underwire snapped against the edge of the knife. The bra cups fell to the sides, and Brett could finally see her pale breast, they were full and perky like he had hoped they would be. "God their better than I ever imagined" He said gazing at them.
"I'll be sure to tell him with when you send me to him" she let out in a hot breath, clearly leaning into the manhandling and stripping. Brett spun her around, grabbed the back of her collar of and pulled the torn shirt off of her, her bra falling away with it. He poked the tip of the knife into her ass cheek, through the khakis, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make his point, "lose the pants!"
"Getting straight to it aren't you, are you that excited snuff me out?" she playfully questioned as he slid her pants and the black panties underneath down.
"We only have a little over an hour until Chet gets back and I've daydreamed about fucking you for months, so I'm not wasting any time" He replied, pinning her to the wall and sliding his hand down to grope her ass.
"Well hopefully you weren't dreaming of romantically running away with me, cause I'm hoping for a roughed up fuck and snuff from you." There was no doubt in his mind now, she told Brett what she wanted and he was going to deliver. He grabbed her a hair at the base and yanked it hard as he walked across the room with her in tow to a wall mirror next to employee lockers, "Agh, fuck" she yipped. Her intention was to die but her mind still had to react to the pain, it was making Brett hard. He held her head up in front of the mirror, "I'm going to make you watch yourself die"
"Your a closet sadist aren't you?" She was trembling but not trying to escape. He reached down and pressed his fingers into her, they slid right in. She was wet and offered not resistance to his fingers entering her. He pulled them back, inspecting the residue left on his fingers, and then tasted it. He pulled his cock out. "Bend over!"
She looked at him with bratty playful defiance, "Make me."
Without thinking he stepped around to her front, looked into her eyes, and then punched her hard in the stomach. She stayed on her feet, barely, but her top half doubled forward, her arms went to hold her stomach, and her gasps told him that the air had partially been knocked out of her. He walked back behind her and inserted himself into her as she was properly bent over now. She was soaked and he was able to push to the base with ease.
"Fuc...gah, ...oh... yes" she gasped. Bracing herself with one hand against the mirror, the other still holding her stomach. "You...you really... didn't hold back... when I said roughed up."
He was keeping a light pace going in and out of her, "I figured since you aren't going to be walking out of this I'd let loose on you a bit, don't tell me you want me to ease up?"
"Fuck no," Her breath mostly back, "Keep... that shit up. I want to feel all the pain and pleasure you can provide, then let me bleed out on your cock"
The words made Brett feel a heat in his chest, he swung his hand and spanked her, with his all of his might. It made a sharp, impressive snap, "aaaaagggggghhhhhh..." Nina bit her lip hard to endure it, she knew his was a bit muscular but she was taken aback by the sharp pain.
"I don't think I can rank myself in pleasure, but..." Looking at the clear red outline on her pale ass cheek and giving another slap with all of his might, "I think I can deliver you the pain you want"
"Your..." She winces as his body brushes the spot as she slid back on his dick again, "Your doing very well in both fields" Her second arm helping her first brace herself on the wall mirror.
Primal desire started to rise. The punch had felt good, better than the full force slaps on her ass. Was it because he had looked her in the eyes before doing it, or was it because of the power it gave him over her? No, he could feel why, it was because it wasn't meant to be sexual, it was that she wanted pain, and he delivered it. He could feel the fire burning hotter within him, he reach forward and grabbed the back of her hair at the base. "Oh," she huffed, "What are you goin-" The crunch of the forehead being slammed into the mirror stopped her from finishing the question. Brett's other arm wrapping under her stomach to keep her up as she lost consciousness for second from the impact.
She came too a second later, "aagh.. fu.. ergh... aahhh." She came to, confused, pain and pleasure overwhelming her, "Where am... aagh, you sadistic fu..ck, don't fucking make... make me lose consciousness"
He pushed her forehead into the crumbling shards and fragments of mirror, thrusting harder now, "Well don't lose consciousness so easily then" He watched the blood from her forehead seep down over her right eye. She was looking back at him in the mirror, a mix of satisfaction, fear, and goading, "Have another one in you?"
Her words were barely out of her mouth before her face slammed into the mirror a second time. Blood shot out of both of her nostrils, as he broke her nose. He pulled her head back by her hair, up closer to his face. He looked at her in the broken mirror, two thirds of her face now covered in her own blood, "All this red looks better than the black" He mocked her. She barely registered the insult, her eyes dazed and her breathing heavy.
"Yes.. oh fuck yes... it hurts, fuck it hurts so good" She stammers and pants, "I... I... stab me...stab me please"
"I can't, not yet, I still want more before I turn you into lifeless corpse" He growled. She reaches down and fumbles with his arm around her stomach, and guides his hand up to her right breast.
"Here, stab me here, fuck, please" She pleads almost like a whine of desperation. She starts to throw it back harder, her only real way of trying to persuade him. Brett looked at the knife, it wasn't particularly long, maybe four inches at most. Her chest was probably full enough to take its entirety without risking killing her too soon. He pressed the tip up against her skin, just an inch or two under her nipple. He could feel her trembling, she knew it would be painful, excruciatingly, more than anything she had felt yet. She turned her head a bit to try and look at him, "Can I... count you down?"
"Sure"
She looked back at the mirror to view the mutilation of one of her perfect tits. Brett didn't give her a chance to even get one number out. The point of the knife punctured her and slid to its hilt. Nina inhaled so sharply she sent blood and air into her lungs. She gagged and sputtered while unnatural, primal noise came from her throat. Blood spilled from the wound down her pale soft stomach. Her body struggled, not knowing how to deal with the searing pain. The squirming only increased the wound, jostling the blade in her around. Brett could feel himself swelling inside of her, he didn't have much control left, which meant she didn't have much time left. He yanked the knife hard, cutting her open more. He started thrusting harder into her at the same time, she was writhing on him, breaths short, pain overflowing her mind. She stammered, noises and sounds, no words.
She tried again, "Close... I'm close" Brett felt his own mental controls stretch themselves to the limit, harder, faster, deeper. He put the knife to her throat... and time felt like it went into slow motion. The instant the blood soaked blade touched her neck, he felt her grip down there tighten. He started to press the long edge of the blade into her, he felt the overflow take control of her body,
"I'm! I'm!! I... AAAGHH!!! Brett pulled the knife quick and hard across her throat, right as she started to scream. The scream immediately turned into a wet gurgle, blood started gushing from her throat, pouring down her chest, one of her hands shot up to her neck, trying to stop the gushing, or maybe trying to prolong it. Brett exploded inside of her, the first of his pulsation into her last longer than Brett knew was possible, to the point of it being unsettling to him, and then another, and third. He emptied himself into her. He looked at her in the broken mirror. The tip of the knife had been sharp but the blade had been worn, he hadn't made a clean cut across. The jugular on the left side was clearly open and spilling out blood, but the right side of her throat was only grazed, the windpipe in between jaggedly cut. Nina was still making wet noises, her mouth was moving a bit but no words came out. Her eyes wide looking back at him in the mirror. She knew she was dying, and feeling the continued pulses from Brett's cock, she knew he was getting off to it.
He dropped the knife and cupped his hand against her chest, letting her blood pool in it. He then splashed it onto her left breast, playing with and groping it, staring into her eyes through the mirror. Her hand, the one that wasn't on her neck, reached up and held onto his as he continued to massage and play with her blood and her breast. Her lips twitched, maybe a flicker of a smile on the edges, maybe nothing more than dying flickers. He watched her eyes dilate; her stare was now going through him. Her hand on his slid, then fell away. The clamped grip around his dick loosened. He stayed there a minute, holding the entirety of her dead weight where it was.
Then the exhaustion began to hit him. He turned himself and her to face away from the mirror, her head folded forward limp, and with a slight jolt, he pushed her corpse off of him. Her body fell forward, her heard crack on the concrete floor of the storeroom as she landed. He chuckled, if she were still alive, she would have loved that, he thought. Looking at her body, face down on the floor, he frowned, from the back side, besides some blood splattering, smears, and a clear outline of his hand, she looked undamaged. He reached down and rolled her over, so the real work could be seen, her bloodied for head, sliced throat, stabbed and mutilated breast, and reddened stomach. Cum was starting to drip out of her, and then came the cherry on top. Her bladder spilled itself onto the floor between her legs, just making the faintest trickle sound of her body pissing itself. Brett admired his work, but he cursed her. She died having the best sex ever, and he had to go on living knowing he may never get to experience that again.
Brett went over to the backroom sink and started washing himself off, after that he collected his own cloths and dressed back into his store uniform. He left the light on and went back into the main store and sat behind the register, waiting. About 10 minutes later Chet's car rolled back into the parking lot, he got out with a large box and worked his way into the store. He walked toward Brett at the back of the aisles, a stupid self-pleased smirk on his face "New guy, where'd the pretty lady go?"
Brett looked up at him, hiding all emotion on his face, and gestured toward the storeroom door, "Waiting for you in there."
Chet smirked to himself trying to show off somehow and headed to the door. He reached down, with the box still in both hands, and turned the handle enough that he could push the door open with his back and stepped backwards into the room before turning around. The door closed behind him, Brett heard the box of Hammer War Fantasy pieces hit the floor and an angry yell, "Are you fucking kidding me!!! Again!?!?"