— Emily, you will be our subject for today's lesson, asked Mr Clemmons, the biology teacher. Please come to the front and undress while I explain our topic.
Emily was a thin redhead, 4.9 feet tall, with small but perky breasts. She was, like all students, 18 year old, and enrolled in the Students Nurturing Unlimited Futures Foundation (SNUFF for short), that took place after high school and before college. It was an elite establishment. During this one year curriculum, the best students learned all they needed to succeed at the best colleges, and it was well known that people who graduated from this school had the best futures. Of course, graduating meant surviving the year, which was a challenge given the free—use, open snuff policy. Only a handful of girls graduated each year.
It was only the first week of classes, so she didn't expect to be picked for a demonstration. The first week was supposed to be relatively safe, until the first student party on Saturday, which was famous for its death toll. But she had heard of Mr Clemmons, supposedly the teacher who used the most girls during his classes, so it wasn't that big of a surprise.
The tiny redhead started undressing anxiously. She had been in sex parties before, of course, but usually most people were naked and having sex. Now, she would be the only one naked, in front of a big class of a dozen of guys and about fifty girls. She knew she was attractive (it was a prerequisite for girls to be admitted to SNUFF) but still, she felt everyone's gaze on her as she removed her shirt, her skirt, then her panties.
— As you know, said Mr Clemmons, the first big party is approaching, and you're all impatient to have fun and experiment with unlimited sex and snuff. Today's lesson will probably be unexpected to most of you, but it is an important one. I'm going to show you how to pace yourself, so that you don't murder every girl on the first week.
There was an audible whisper of disappointment in the class.
— Don't worry! It doesn't mean you don't get to have fun. It means that, for the fun to last until the new batch of recruits arrive in six months, you need to make the current batch last. There are about five times more girls than boys, which means that every boy can kill about four or five girls in those six months. Preferably four, if you take into account that some will also be snuffed by the staff, and that we still hope that a few will survive to graduate.
The boys were now clearly upset.
— Now, please note that, every official party, which take place every month, we also get a batch of volunteers. These are the girls who applied to SNUFF but were not accepted. They will be at your disposal, and should indeed be disposed of before the end of the party. But we all know it's not as fun as snuffing one of your fellow students. Hence today's lesson. Emily, could you please masturbate while I explain? I need you in proper condition when I start. As if you were in the process of having sex with guys.
Emily, blushing, sat on the desk, spread her legs and started touching herself. She was shaking a bit due to stress, but was starting to enjoy it. A few of the boys had their penises out and were jerking off while looking at her.
— The first lesson, of course, is to share. One girl can please several guys before she dies. If you feel the need to bring a girl home and end her, share her with your roommate. That way, you will both have the fun of killing her, but she will only count as half a kill for both of you. Bring a friend, and she will count as a third of a kill. And so on.
Emily, now very wet, masturbating while pinching her nipple, wondered if Mr Clemmons would demonstrate by having her get gang—banged then killed. She wouldn't have minded.
— But that's not today's lesson. Today's lesson is about non—lethal ways to have fun with a girl.
Emily felt both relieved and a bit let down. She wouldn't get snuffed after all. At least not this day.
— By non—lethal, I don't mean just vanilla sex. Of course, you all know about that already. I'm talking about snuff—adjacent fun that will not kill a girl. That way, you can make her last as long as you want. Emily will be our volunteer for that, and since we have 50 minutes of class left, I will show you how to make her last 50 minutes. But with skill and patience, you could have a girl last for days without compromising on the fun!
Mr Clemmons turned to Emily, who had started orgasming when she learned she only had 50 minutes left. He replaced the hand she had on her pussy by his hand, and put the other one on the back of her neck.
— Now, the first thing is to let the girl know that her fate has been decided, and you're not just fucking her. This will make the experience more pleasurable for her and for you. I would also suggest stopping using her name, and just referring to her as "the girl", making it clear that she's now lost her future as a person. I think this is clear to you, right?
— Yes, sir, said Emily, still shaking from her orgasm.
Clemmons, holding her firmly by the neck, started fingering her.
— Now, you can start fucking her whichever way you like. You will notice that, because of the preparation, sex is different than usual fucking. If she the kind of girl who wants to be snuffed, she will be wetter and more excited than ever. If she's not, she will be anxious, which makes her tighter.
Clemmons got Emily to get down of the desk, bent her over it and started taking her doggy—style. She felt that a new orgasm was close.
— Hmm. And she's clearly the first kind of girl. Aren't you?
— Yes sir, she gasped.
The teacher thrusted into her a for about a minute. All the boy students, by now, were getting blowjobs from their fellow students, their previous disappointment forgotten.
— Now, it is time to simulate actual snuffing. Usually the girl doesn't know when you want to end her. Since we told her how long she had to last, she knows we're not killing her for real, but I'm sure she will suspend disbelief. Also, I might get carried away.
Clemmons got her on her knees and started fucking her face. Then he pushed her head with strength, filling her throat with his dick. First he did it for a few seconds, then longer, and longer, until the point where she really couldn't breathe. He let her catch a few gasps of air every time, but she felt closer and closer to the point where she would pass out. She had never been really good at holding her breath, did he know that? But eventually, as she felt her head grow light, he released his grip.
— If she passes out, you can fuck her until she regains consciousness, but our girl here seems fine. Also, you can vary the method, which I won't do because we're time—constrained. The important thing is that she feels that she could die any minute. Now, let's move on. We've spent ten minutes on this, 40 to go.
While Emily recovered, Clemmons gathered her clothes in a metal basket and lit them on fire. Then he took her phone and pressed a few buttons.
— Let's not forget the psychological part. You can't fuck her all the time or you will come too soon. By destroying her possessions and wiping her phone, you're once again making it clear her life is over. If you want, you can have her send a few goodbyes to friends and family members, it's always fun, although we don't have time here. But it makes her active in her death, which is nice.
Emily watched her clothes burn and she realized it was for real. Even if, for some reason, Mr Clemmons changed his mind about killing her, there was no way she could leave the classroom naked and reach her dorm alive. Her hand crept back to her pussy.
— Now we will start getting more serious, but first we need to inject her something.
Clemmons got a needle out of a drawer and injected its content in Emily's neck. She felt a tingling sensation.
— This is cocktail of MDMA, morphine and a secret ingredient. It's not strictly needed, but it will make her more compliant and will prevent her from suffering too much of the pain and going into shock.
The teacher slapped Emily with strength, making her fall to the ground, but indeed she only felt a light touch, followed by a wave of pleasure. He rolled her over and fucked her in the ass for a few minutes, pushing her head down on the hard floor. Sometimes, he grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head on the floor, and every time she only felt a new wave of pleasure, but she noticed she was still getting dizzy. He came in her, and got up.
— Now I will need a few volunteers to keep her busy until I recuperate.
A bunch of guys got up and took turns spit—roasting Emily, who kept orgasming and lost sense of time. Then Mr Clemmons was hard again, and sent the boys back to their seats.
— A lot of guys like to break a few bones at this stage. Nothing permanent of course. But that's not my style, I prefer for the girl to stay pretty as long as possible. So we will move on.
Mr Clemmons got a very large knife out of a drawer, and grazed Emily's arms a few times. Every time, it bled even with a very light touch.
— You bring out deadly objects. A gun is always fun if you like to play Russian roulette, but I won't fire a gun in class, it's too loud. I like knives.
He put the knife under Emily's left breast and, with one swift move, sliced it off. It fell to the ground in front of her. She watched the blood pour out but didn't feel much pain.
— Now, the permanent damage, he said, slicing the other breast off. If we do nothing, she will die of blood loss, but we could still save her if we wanted to. Of course, a girl without breasts isn't worth much, but you could still use her pussy for a while.
Emily watched her breasts lying on the floor in a pool of blood. She had always been told they were her nicest feature and, indeed, they looked nice, she thought. She wondered what would happen to them now that they weren't part of her body anymore. Then she realized that they would probably be discarded, with the rest of her body, since she was about to become that: a body. She had lost track of time but the class was probably about to end and she didn't have much time left. She was also feeling very light headed now.
Mr Clemmons pushed his penis to her mouth and started face—fucking her slowly.
— Now, guys, your homework for next week is to pick a girl and apply what we we've learned today. You will keep a diary and write a report. You don't have to kill them by next week, of course, and are welcome to make them last longer if you can. This would be worth extra points.
The boys in the class enthusiastically started picking girls, most of whom looked surprised, as they were not expecting to become guinea pigs so fast. Then the bell rang. Clemmons snapped Emily's neck and, as she fell on the floor, called a tiny brunette who was leaving.
— Miss Taylor, can you stay for a few minutes? I didn't have time to finish and I need a new mouth.