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****** The Last Field Trip ******
by AbbottWarr
Summary
     Teacher who is planning "early retirement" must first rid herself of
     the class she is responsible for before she can do so.
***** Intro and First Exhibit *****
I was laying in my bed on a Saturday morning when I was roused from my sleep by
the sound of my phone ringing. Grunting, I held up one arm to shield my
unadjusted eyes from the sun's ray's bleeding through my blinds while my other
arm reached for my phone, to determine the identity of whoever it is that has
deigned to interrupt my rest. It was Nick, My own Brother, Nick, who had
committed this grievous sin of waking at this ungodly hour of 11:42.

“What do you want Nick?” I grumbled upon answering the phone.

“Oops, did I wake you? Must have figured the time zone wrong, thought it was
almost noon for you.” He replied, sounding to me more that a little sarcastic.

“Shut up,” I said. “Now you gonna get to the point or should I just hang up?”

“Alright alright” He said. “You know how I was asking you for advice on
engagement rings a couple weeks back?”

“Yeah...” I replied cautiously.

“Well last week I proposed to Stacy, and she said yes.”

“Oh my God! Congratulations!”

“Yeah, thanks, anyway, she's been jumping right into brainstorming wedding
plans, and she had an idea that I liked.”

“Well? Out with it already.”

“We were thinking that you and her sister would make a good centerpiece for the
recital dinner, and were wondering if you were down for that.”

Feeling myself quickly become aroused at the thought I said “Ohh, that does
sound hot, but I dunno, any thoughts on how you'd cook us?”

“Nothing's set in stone yet, but one idea we had was to spit roast you both on
the same spit, facing each other with your mouths pressed together. Kind of a
parody of the whole 'Together til death do you part' thing.”

“Oh man” I said, my free hand having wandered south and was now rubbing my
pussy over my panties. “That sounds really hot, you've convinced me, I'll do
it.”

“Great! I'll tell Stacy. Thanks for doing this she'll love it.”

“Glad I can be of help to you both on your special day, congratulations again.”

“Thanks, well I should get back to it, you should probably get out of bed and
enjoy your Saturday, you're not gonna get too many more of those,” He joked.

“Idiot,” I said halfheartedly, before ending the call.

Putting my phone down I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror
mounted on the wall across from my bed. My long brown hair was a mess and I had
been sleeping in just my panties so my full breasts were on display. My face
was flushed and my nipples hard from the conversation I had just had. Cupping
my breast with one hand I imagined my brother and his new wife cutting into it
together as I lay there, dead and thoroughly cooked. My other hand wandered
down into my panties and I imagined the spit going into it, first just like any
girthy dildo, but then going even further, tearing into me, irreversibly
damaging me, before emerging from my mouth, then quickly being joined by
Stacy's hot sister, a petite blond girl of 16. Together we're slowly rotated
over an open fire as the wedding guests chat and dance. I came. Breathing heavy
I pulled my hand from my panties and thought about what I should do today.
Belatedly I thought about the 7th grade class I'm the homeroom teacher for.

“I should probably send the principal an email, I hope it's not to hard to find
a new teacher in the middle of the year” I thought to myself.

Quickly I drafted an email detailing the need to seek a replacement teacher.
Upon sending the email I looked up, and seeing myself in the mirror again I
soon became overpowered by arousal once more. Fantasizing about my own
impending death I masturbated myself to orgasm twice more before finally
getting out of bed and starting my day.

The following Monday, before class, I was sitting at my desk drinking my coffee
when I received an email from the principal asking me to come in whenever I had
time, to discuss my “early retirement”.

I still had some time before class, so I went to his office and stuck my head
through the open door.

“Ahh, come in Ms. Brooks, sit,” the principal said.

“You needed to speak with me?” I said once seated.

 “Yes, Unfortunately it is the case that we simply cannot find a replacement
for you at this time.”

“What do you mean you can't find anyone?”

“It's just too late in the school year, and we're already dealing with a
shortage of capable staff in our district. I'm afraid we can't just have a
class without a teacher.”

“Excuse me sir, I wasn't asking for your permission, I was just doing you a
courtesy in telling you the situation. If you refuse to pay my remaining salary
that's fine, it wont matter to me soon anyway,” I replied angrily.

“Please calm down Ms. Brooks, you misunderstand me, you can, of course, do
whatever it is you feel you need to do here, I'm just saying we can't have a
class without a teacher.”

“What do you mean? Aren't you contradicting yourself?” I say confused.

“I mean that if there was no class, we would have no need to keep you on as
staff.”

“You mean disperse the students between other classes?” I ask.

“A few, just the especially gifted, but no we don't have the extra space for
all of them. What I'm getting at is that the school, and by extension you, have
total autonomy of the students during school hours. If you went on a field
trip, say to the Historical Museum of Life and Death, and none of your students
returned, that would absolve you of any responsibility.”

“You want me to kill all of my students?” I asked, feeling my thighs dampen at
the thought.

“Not all of them, no, and I wouldn't use such harsh language, but effectively
yes, if you want to leave your teaching position I need you to get rid of your
class.”

“If that’s what I need to do, I can do it,” I said, squirming in my seat.

“Great” the principal said. “You're actually really doing me a favor here. As
you've probably already heard we've been having some budget problems, and if we
had to cut staff wages it would become even harder to attract new staff. I'll
send you a list of those who are to be relocate and a stack of forms to send
home with the kids.”

As I had heard it, it was the principal's own egregious salary, and not the
rest of the staff's, that was at risk of being reduced, but I wasn't going to
argue.

“Thank you,” I said to the principal before excusing myself.

The following morning I arrived at school to find a small stack of paper on my
desk and a new email on my computer.

Reading over the email and attached list I thought it a little strange. The
list was all boys, in fact every boy in my class, and many of them I wouldn't
consider especially “gifted” as the principal had described them. Well enough
of that, I thought, before moving on, preparing for my class to arrive.

As I watched my class file in, admiring the skimpy attire many opt for, I
noticed that already there were no boys. After the final bell rang one of my
students, a cute 13 year old girl name Cindy, a blond with short pigtails,
wearing low-cut unbuttoned short shorts that afforded a glimpse of her pink
panties, knee high socks, and a small form-fitting tube top that showed off her
pierced nipples, stuck her hand up in the air and began waving it about
energetically.

“Yes Cindy?” I asked.

“Where are all the boys?” She asked.

“They've been temporarily moved to a different class, the principal seemed to
have something he wanted them for, for a few days.”

“Hmmmm,” Cindy intoned, seemingly not entirely convinced.

“Enough on that for now” I said “On Thursday we have an impromptu field trip to
a museum planned, seems another school had to pull out last minute.”

“What kind of field trip?” asked Elly, a raven haired 12 year old who sat
closer to the back, wearing a short skirt and a necktie that hung between her
bare, large for her age, breasts.

“Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, would I?” I dodged “But don't worry I'm
sure everyone will find it exciting. Now Pipe down and lets get to today's
lesson.”

Two days later it was the big day. After ushering the girls onto the bus and
getting us on our way, I looked over my class. Watching them talk, giggle,
throw glances at the well muscled bus driver, and occasionally getting more
intimate with each other, I felt myself dampen as I thought about how it was my
job to ensure that none of them go home today.

As we arrived near the end of our trip we passed through a gate labeling the
beyond facility the “Historical Museum of Life and Death”, next to the gate was
a large bronze statue of a nude woman hung from the neck. This sparked much
chatter amongst the girls, Cindy, today wearing a similar outfit but with thigh
high socks a white almost transparent tube top, shot her hand up in the air.

“Ms. Brook!” Cindy shouted. “Don't people sometimes die on these field trips!”

“Oh yes,” I said. “This museum has many dangerous exhibits, and you'll all be
free to volunteer to demonstrate them.”

This got the wide-eyed girls chattering even more.

The bus rolled to a stop at the front of the building. After all my students
got off, and I had spoken to the man at the ticket window, I led the students
into the museum that they would never leave.

As we entered the lobby the first thing I noticed was the chair in the center
of the room, the second was the large openings along the walls to different
halls of the museum, and last, was the entrance to the gift shop. The gift shop
had some posters advertising things like “Wallets, Bags, Belts! All made from
real girl leather kindly donated by visitors!” and “Going Home a few members
short? Why not buy a video to remember them buy! All exhibits filmed and
sold!”. Once everyone was inside I turned to speak to them.

“Now you may remember earlier when I said you'd all be free to volunteer to
demonstrate the exhibits?” I asked.

The girls murmured their ascent while nervously nodding.

“Well that was only half the truth. You all are free to volunteer, but if you
don't of your own free will you will be volunteered by me.”

“What do you mean?” Alice, a wide-eyed redhead wearing only black elbow-length
gloves, black thigh-high stockings, and a black choker, leaving her pale flat
chest and hairless pussy bare, said nervously.

“I mean I've been told the school is having some budget issues, and it was
determined that one class would need to be cut. I've been instructed to make
sure none of you return to school.”

“You can't do that!” exclaimed a girl named Kathrine.

My eyes met Kathrine's, she was one of the more conservatively dressed girls,
wearing a skirt that fell to just above her knee and a blouse that only exposed
about an inch of belly skin and fully concealed her medium sized breasts, her
hair was in long twin braids and she wore thick rimmed glasses. She has always
been kind of a stick-in-the-mud, complaining about rules and always acting like
she was above her peers. I would enjoy proving her wrong.

“Oh yes I can, the school has complete autonomy of its charges during school
hours and functions.” I said, smiling at her.

“But you forgot to collect our permission slips!” She replied smugly.

“Those slips were purely informational, your parents consent to this trip was
assumed as soon as you arrived at school today.”

“You can't do this” she said, quietly, no longer meeting my gaze.

“You know, I think I've decided who to volunteer to show the class whatever
that chair over there does,” I said, before signaling at one of the cameras
hanging from the lobby ceiling.

Two burly museum attendants appeared from a service door and began walking
toward Katherine. Panicking, Kathrine tried to run, but the men quickly had her
cornered and grabbed her by the arms.

“No!, Please!, Please let me go!” Kathrine started wailing as she was dragged
to chair. As she was screaming and being strapped down I began walking to the
chair, signaling to the class to follow, upon nearing the chair I noticed a
placard bearing words and a large switch next to it.

“The electric chair was first conceived in 1881 by a dentist named Alfred P.
Southwick as a more humane alternative to hanging. The chair kills by passing
various cycles of alternating current through an individual's body. The first
more powerful jolt of electric current was designed to pass through the head
and cause immediate unconsciousness and brain death. The second less powerful
jolt was designed to cause fatal damage to the vital organs. Death may also be
caused by electrical over-stimulation of the heart.

The chair fell out of favor due to the rise of lethal injection, deemed to be
more humane, during the late 1900's. Our chair here is a replica of the chair
used to kill Martha M. Place, the first woman to die to the electric chair in
1899, for the murder of her stepdaughter. Our chair has had the voltage reduced
and the duration increased from its historical values, in an attempt to provide
more of a spectacle to those watching.” I read out loud to the class.

While I read out the sign, the attendants had finished strapping Katherine down
to the chair. They had also fastened electrodes to her head and legs and had
shoved a rag in her mouth, letting me finish reading the sign with quieter,
more muffled screams.

I walked up to Kathrine, flashed her a wide smile full of teeth, and asked “You
ready?”. She muffled protests and tried to tug her arms from her bindings,
tears staining her face. “I'll take that as a yes” I said pulling the rag from
her mouth before closing the almost comically large switch.

She barely had time to begin screaming before the current cut her off. Her body
went stiff, straining against the straps. Her eyes went wide and her mouth
agape, a quiet scream, almost a whine, just barely escaping it. A few seconds
passed like this before the electricity shut off. She let out a painful
sounding sob as she went slack in her bonds. After a couple of seconds of
respite the electricity resumed, this time her open mouth made no noise. As the
current turned off Katherine let out a ragged shriek before going limp.

“Plea–” she started, before being cut off by the current resuming, her glasses
being thrown from her face by her spasming body. Watching her sexy taught body
I sat on the floor and pulled my skirt up to my hips. Having not worn any
panties today I had immediate access to my pussy and began rubbing it in
earnest. This continued for a few more cycles at which point the air began to
smell like burning meat. After one off cycle where Katherine was barely
twitching the electricity began flowing again, her eyes rolled back in her head
and visible smoke started to rise from her body. This last cycle lasted several
seconds longer than any of the previous, and when it finished and Kathrine's
body went limp she didn't move at all. Kathrine's bladder gave out, urine
cascading over the sides of the chair.

Standing up, I walked over to the chair and climbed onto it. Standing on the
armrests with my legs spread, I began pissing on Kathrine's steaming head while
rubbing my clit furiously. Staring into her eyes that didn't stare back as my
piss ran over them and down her face and body to join her own on the floor, I
came. Almost falling off the chair, I rode out one of the best orgasms of my
life.

When I came back to myself I climbed down off the chair and straightened my
skirt. I looked at my class and saw a variety of reactions, some girls were
cowering, looking at me in fear, others were in shock looking at Kathrine's
body, others still were looking at either me or the body with heated faces and
arousal in their eyes. A few of these were, or had been, openly masturbating,
and two were rubbing each others pussies while staring at my former student's
body.

“Well,” I said “Enough standing around, let's keep moving.”
***** The Hall of Executions Part 1, The Guillotine *****
The museum had a number of halls leading off from the lobby, each labeled with
a theme hinting at the varieties of death you could expect to find within it.
The one that most captured my interest was the “Hall of Executions”. I'd always
liked executions. I remember as a little girl watching movies with rapt
attention as some side character is beheaded at the behest of the local lord,
or is hung after a trial of their peers. I remember feeling a warmth in my
abdomen that I didn't yet understand as I watched these scenes. Even beyond
your common level of being aroused by death, something about being entirely
powerless, having your fate decided by an authoritarian ruler, or by a group of
strangers, really lit something within me. And it seemed that it resonated with
others in a similar way, the Hall of Executions was perhaps the museums most
heavily advertised one, and the teaser exhibit in the lobby was one that fits
it's scope. Having decided where first to go, I walked through the arch crowned
with the words “Hall of Execution” my students nervously following.
The hall was a long room, with a high ceiling, the two walls lined with
exhibits, featuring implements of execution used throughout history.
Stopping a short ways into the room, I turned to survey my class and asked "Any
volunteers?"
The class rustled as they looked around at each other, and after several
seconds I saw one hand tentatively rise from the herd. The hand slowly moved
above the crowd, as the girl it was attached to made her way to stand at the
front of the class.
The hand belonged to Lily, a cute girl with wavy blond hair, that today was
hanging freely along her upper back. The only thing she was wearing was a light
pink gauzy babydoll that did little to conceal her small nipples. It buttoned
in a single spot between her modest mounds and flowed down to the top of her
hips, leaving a triangle of exposed skin, framing her belly button and drawing
the eye to her smooth pussy, just the barest glint of dampness visible on her
upper thigh. The one other thing of note was a tattoo of a dotted line that
circled her neck, a closer look revealing a small pictogram of a pair of
scissors interrupting the line just to the right of her throat.
"So Lily." I asked "How would you like to die?"
"It's a little bit of a long story." she began, her hands clutched nervously
behind her, pronouncing her small chest. "But I'll try to keep it as short as I
can."
For as long as I can remember, my mother's head has been mounted above our
fireplace, and my daddy has been promising to put mine next to hers one day.
His story of collecting her head was my favorite bedtime story for as long as I
can remember. He says I was always pestering him to tell it, sometimes
demanding he tell it again immediately after he just finished. Whenever he
would tell me the story we would sit in his favorite armchair, facing the
fireplace, me sitting on his knee. He would wrap his arm around me, resting his
hand on my cunny, slipping his hand under my cloths if I was wearing any. As he
told the story he would rub me, and when I old enough, finger me, till I came.
He and my mom loved each other very much, he would say. They met when he was
twenty-seven and she was eleven. He was her ballet instructor. He said that she
was beautiful in her skin-tight leotard and he couldn't keep his eyes off her.
She loved the attention and would move her body anyway she could to show it off
when she felt his eyes watching. One day her sister was late picking her up and
as my dad waited with her in the studio she made a move on him. Asking him if
he thought there was a stain on her leotard, she pulled him into a heavy kiss
when he bent over to check. In the end they ended up making love in the studio
for hours, her sister never showing. He offered her to stay the night at his
place, where they ended up making love for hours more. In the morning he called
her house and came to an agreement with her father, she would move in with my
dad and her dad would get back what he paid for ballet lessons. Three months
later they were married, ten she was pregnant. She had never even begun to
bleed so they never thought to check until she started getting sick. We still
have videos of one of her recitals, with her heavy belly stretching her leotard
as she elegantly moves across the stage. A couple years later, when she was
fourteen and I was two, they were both lying in bed after another day of heavy
lovemaking.
My dad says he turned to her, admiring her face with sweat plastered hair
sticking to it, and said "I wish you could always be as beautiful as you are
now." cupping her face with one hand.
She looked him in the eyes and said "If you really want me to be, I can, you've
seen the neighbor's first wife."
"You're really okay with that?" he asked. "You're okay with dying?"
"If it's for you," she said "I'm okay with anything." "Nothing turns me on more
than being yours forever, forever being shown off to guests, always as
beautiful as I can be." she said smiling and cupping his face in turn. "Plus, I
always love it when you're rough with me, thinking about you not restraining
yourself, about you going all the way with me, that's easily second in turning
me on."
At this point he says he pinned her down, holding both of her arms stretched
above her head with one hand as he kissed her roughly, his other hand between
her legs roughly violating her. They made rough love for several hours before
he ended up strangling her bare handed as she rode him cowgirl. He continued to
make love to her body for a couple hours more, before the rising sun moved him
to call the taxidermist. He opted to preserve just her head, parting out her
body for meals for special occasions.
At the end of his story, always right before I was about to cum, he would
promise me that one day, when I was my most beautiful, I would earn a spot
above the mantle next to mom.
For many years I was confident in the knowledge that one day my head would be
up there hanging next to mom. But one day in elementary school, my world was
shaken. We were learning about chemistry, and the teacher decided to use one
troublemaker of a girl who had been held back two years as an aid for her
demonstration. She was stripped and had dynamite shoved in her mouth, pussy,
and ass, which was then set off. That day I learned not only that people other
than my daddy could kill me, but also that my head wouldn't necessarily survive
the experience. When I got home that day I burst into my dad's office crying,
burying my head in his lap as I wailed out my frustration. Once I had calmed
down enough for him to get the story out of me, he told me he had an idea. An
idea that he said could maybe motivate my killer in a certain direction should
it end up being someone else other then him. That day he took me to get my neck
tattoo, hoping that the power of suggestion could possibly one day save my
head. In the years since the idea of losing my head has become central in my
self pleasures, I would always run one hand along my tattoo, imagining all the
ways my neck could be severed, as the other hand did it work between my thighs.
I hope that losing my head cleanly here will end up with my head preserved and
in the gift shop, maybe my daddy will even have the chance to buy it. Even if I
never did get as beautiful as he wanted, lately he's been fucking me more and
more often, and more often saying how much like my mother I look, so I think I
was getting close. But regardless of what does happen to my head, if I have to
die today I really want my head to roll.
"Well, I'm convinced." I said, feeling the arousal drip down my leg. "Lets get
the pretty little head off, I think I see a guillotine over there."
As we approached the guillotine, I noticed another plaque mounted next to it,
moving close enough to see it, I read aloud:
"During the French Revolution, there was seen a need for a new method of
execution. Previously nobility would be beheaded by a sword or axe, which often
took two or more strikes, and commoners were hanged, which could often take
several minutes. The National Assembly, an assembly formed by representatives
of the common people, decided that a new method of execution, consistent with
the ideas that capital punishment was to end life and not cause pain, and that
it should be used on all condemned regardless of class, needed to be devised.
The result was the Guillotine, taking inspiration from previous beheading
machines, this new one was different in that it used a lunette to immobilize
the condemned, and it used an angled blade to remove the head.
Our guillotine is a replica of the one that stood in the Place de la
Revolution, where thousands were beheaded during the Reign of Terror of the
French Revolution. Our guillotine has had a few modifications made to it to
improve the spectacle. It has the choice of two blades, a normal sharp blade
that will behead with one shot guaranteed, and a dull one, that often takes two
or more shots to cut through a neck. It also has two methods of activating, the
first a standard lever to drop the blade, and the second a sensor that can be
attached to either victim or operator that will drop the blade upon the
detection of an orgasm."
Finishing, I turned to Lily and asked "So you mentioned wanting it to be as
clean as possible, so I'm thinking the sharp blade, but I can also see how hot
and bothered your story got you, how does losing your head the second you begin
to cum sound?"
"Oh!, That sounds super hot Ms. Brooks!" Lily replied.
Turned on and inspired by her passion, I closed the distance between us pulled
her into a tight embrace, locking lips with her. She quickly overcame her
initial shock and we wrestled our tongues passionately for a few seconds.
Breaking away, feeling a dampness on my thigh wedged between her legs, I said:
"Well let's get you set up already."
Hanging on the side of the guillotine was a length of rope and a diagram
showing how to use it to bind the wrists. With a few lusty grunts from Lily I
managed to firmly immobile her hands behind her back. After raising the lunette
I pushed her into a kneeling position and shut it around her neck locking her
in. Arming the remote sensor, I stuck it to Lily's skin, just to the right of
her mons pubis, the sensor blinking a slow red. Standing up I stepped back a
few paces to admire my handiwork. My student was kneeling with her head locked
into the lunette of an armed guillotine, she was breathing heavy and she was
rubbing her thighs together trying to stimulate her very visibly aroused pussy.
"Gods she looks delicious." I thought to myself.
Positioning beneath her a nearby shallow backrest that was presumably here for
this very purpose, I spread her legs with my hands and laid on my back between
her thighs, looking straight up at her dripping treat. Without warning I
grabbed her ass with both hands, eliciting a squeak from the other side of the
wood. I quickly launched my tongue into her folds, trying to taste as much of
her sweet nectar as I could. Listening to her moans I worked her pussy with my
mouth, sticking my tongue as deep as I could reach, moving it in and around her
folds, moving it up to her clit and gently worrying the little nub with my
tongue and teeth. As this continued Lily's breathing got faster and faster, and
the blinking red light on her crotch sped up in tune. After a couple minutes of
this, I slid one hand to her asshole, teasing her back door with one finger.
"Oooh! Ms. Brook! my asshole!" I hear from the other side of the wooden
barrier.
Ignoring her ambiguous response I applied pressure on her closed ring, teasing
my finger past her defenses. Earning an increase in moaning I slipped a second
finger into her anus. Bringing my other hand around I stuck two fingers into
her dripping honeypot, manipulating the walls of her canal I listened to her
moaning to discern her most sensitive spots. Her fevered moans and the
incessantly blinking light led me to believe we were in the home stretch.
"Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Oh God I gonna die!" Lily screamed. "Ohhhh Goo--"
While manipulating her ass and pussy with both hands, I worked her clit with my
mouth. In the midst of her lusty screams I gave her nubbin a less than gentle
bite, worrying the nub between my teeth wrestling it with my tongue all the
while. The pain and pleasure overwhelmed her, her words transforming into an
resounding cry, her hips writhing in my hands. As her words broke down into an
animalistic call the light changed from a feverishly blinking red to a solid
green. I heard the mechanism release, Lily's cries were suddenly cut off, there
was a low twang as the rope caught and I heard a dull thump from the other side
of the wood. With nothing holding it up the headless body slumped down on top
of me, quivering sluggishly as blood leaked on the floor behind me. Free of any
restraint, Lily's urine began to freely flow into my still attached mouth. Once
over my immediate surprise I moved my hands back to her ass, holding her pussy
firmly to my mouth, as I greedily drank down my deceased student's golden gift.
When my treat was at its end I laid the still body on the floor and stood up. I
walked around to the front of the guillotine to look at the contents of the
basket. Lily's head was indeed beautiful, her golden hair, edges dyed red and
laying strewn in a pool of blood, framed her half-lidded eyes and partially
open mouth. Picking up her head, trying to not get too much more blood on me, I
peered into her face her hair hanging loosely past my hands. My face still wet
from her arousal and piss, I once more pressed my lips to hers. Snaking my
tongue past her teeth I once more intertwined my tongue with hers, but this
time there was a metallic taste and she didn't wrestle back. Gazing into her
unresponsive eyes while passionately licking her tongue with my own piss, cum,
and blood stained one, I wondered if I should try to buy her head for myself.
As I was about to replace her head in the basket I noticed her tattoo still on
her neck, examining more closely I saw that I had missed the dotted line buy
more than half an inch. "I never can seem to cut a straight line on these dang
guillotine cutters." I joked quietly to myself, chuckling lightly.
Placing her head gently back in the basket I turned to survey my class. A few
of them seemed more shaken than last time, the reality of the situation
settling in. A couple that were visibly scared last time seemed to have lost
their reservations having joined the enthusiastic crowd that were either openly
masturbating or basking in post orgasmic bliss. The couple that had been
masturbating each other before were now locked in a passionate sixty-nine on
the floor.
Looking at my class it began to occur to me that the crowd looked more a bit
more reduced than I had reduced them by when I heard a commotion from the
entrance of the hall. Two staff members were dragging three of my handcuffed
students, two of which were struggling with their captors, while the last was
glumly compliant. The two men approached the class with my students in tow.
Upon reaching me the man holding the lone compliant student said "These three
wandered off when you must have been otherwise distracted, we caught them
trying to escape out of a bathroom window, how do you want to handle them?"
The two struggling students were Elly and Reina, the complacent one Lassie.
Lassie wasn't her real name but apparently it's what Elly and Reina have been
having her go by for years. This was a trio that was nearly inseparable. My
understanding was that Elly and Reina had been best friends and later lovers
for longer than either remembered, their parents having been frequent swinging
partners back in the day. I had heard that they had set their attention on
Lassie in early elementary school, bullying her and treating her as their pet
slave. I don't know if Lassie is a true masochist or if shes just submissive
enough and lonely enough that she would stick with anyone who gave her
attention, good or bad.
Elly and Reina's outfits were twisted mirrors of each other's. Elly was wearing
a short red plaid skirt with a green plaid tie hanging between her large bare
breasts. Reina wearing a green plaid skirt with a red plaid tie hanging between
her more modest breasts. They were both wearing fake shirt collars around their
ties and had mismatched socks. Elly was wearing a mid-thigh length blue sock
with colorful stars on her left leg and a mid-calf pink sock with colorful cats
on her right. Reina was wearing the other half of those sock pairs with the
blue one on her right leg and the pink on her left. They wore matching black
flats. On Elly's left wrist and Reina's right they each wore a charm bracelet,
the bracelets each had one half of a charm of an anatomically correct heart on
it. In their hair they seemed to throw out the mirroring convention in favor of
showing their own individuality. Elly's medium length black hair was in two
high pigtails tied with red ribbon that hung a few inches below her ears.
Reina's short hair was free of accouterments, but was died in a blue-green
gradient.
Lassie wore only a black leather collar with a bone-shaped tag with "Lassie"
engraved on it hanging from it. Her skin had marks on it from bondage ropes as
well as various whip marks and light scars from blades. Both her breasts and
abdomen had visible bruising and one nipple had a large ring through it. Her
back had some intentional, although amateurishly done, scarification, a large
heart with "E + R 4 EVAR" carved in it. She had short disheveled brown hair and
her face had mascara steaks running down it, Elly and Reina seemed to like to
put in on her just to see it run when they abuse her. All three girls had their
hands handcuffed behind their backs and had ball gags shoved in their mouths,
additionally, Elly and Reina's handcuffs were linked together by a few foot
long chain.
"Could you just hold them still for a little bit, I need a minute to decide,
and could you get those two to shut up for a minute." I replied to the man.
The man holding Elly and Reina nodded to me, releasing his grip on both their
shoulders he turned to Reina and punched her hard in the gut. Reina crumpled on
the ground, knees clutched to her chest in a fetal position as she coughed
through her gag. Seeing this Elly shut up, an expression of fear on her face as
she stood their cooperatively. Satisfied, the man took up position behind her,
one hand on her shoulder as she trembled in fear.
I walked up to Lassie. She was still passive, just standing there, her head and
shoulders hanging loosely, her eyes downcast. With one hand I grabbed her jaw
and gently pulled her face up to meet my eyes. Her cheeks were streaked with
the evidence of her tears, and a line of drool leaked from around the ball gag
and down onto my hand. Her beautiful tear and mascara streaked face, and her
sad brown eyes aroused me fiercely, visions flying through my mind of how I
would end this girl's life.
"I'm assuming trying to escape wasn't your idea, you were just following Elly
and Reina as usual?" I asked my student.
Lassie nodded weakly, baleful eyes looking at mine.
"You may consider them your masters but during school hours I'm the master for
all my students." I said, returning her gaze.
Again she weakly nodded, averting her gaze.
"Right now my job is to make sure all of you are dead by the end of the school
day, and your attempts to defy me have pushed you three right to the top of the
queue." I said slightly strengthening my grip.
She tightly squeezed her eyes shut, trying to turn her face away from mine.
"But I believe you that you were merely following, if you behave I can try to
be a little lenient with your punishment, perhaps even letting you choose the
method if I like what you suggest enough."
Lassie opened her eyes back up, looking up at me with what seemed a glimmer of
hope.
"I need to know which one suggested running away, was it Reina?" I asked her.
Lassie shook her head.
"So it was Elly?"
She nodded her head.
"I think we should save the harsher punishment for her, disposing of Reina
first will let her agonize over her decisions and predicament a little while
longer."
Releasing Lassie's jaw I turned back to look at my two attempted truants. Reina
seemed to have mostly recovered from her gut punch, now sitting on the floor
with her knees pressed to her chest, her forehead pressed into them as she
sobbed weakly. This angle afforded me a nice view up her skirt of her sexy bare
pussy, in contrast to Lily's hers was dry as a bone. Elly was standing a couple
feet away, about as far as the chain linking the two girls wrists could
comfortably afford. Her captor was still standing behind her hand on shoulder,
his fingers pressing firmly into her flesh. Her eyes were wide and her gaze
pointed at me, evidently she had been listening and her trembling had become
more severe.
"I was a little curious about the dull blade the guillotine blurb mentioned,
could you two gentlemen load the one with the blue hair into it and set it up
with the dull blade and orgasm sensor? And could you hand me the sensor when
you're done?" The men nodded, dragging the pair of girls toward the guillotine.
Turning back to face Lassie, I reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag.
"And you." I said. "I be wearing the sensor so It'll be your job to make me
cum. Effectively it'll be you pulling the trigger on your former master. How
well you perform here will have a significant effect on how lenient I am with
you, so you'd better not try to go easy on her, you understand?" I asked her.
"Yes Mistress." Lassie replied immediately, eyes meeting mine in an unwavering
gaze.
Lassie's unprompted honorific sent another flood of arousal through my abdomen,
I hadn't cum since I fried Kathrine, and between beheading Lily and imagining
'punishing' my three run-aways, my lust was at unprecedented heights.
Turning back to the guillotine I saw the two men had finished loading Reina
into the machine, Elly was standing a couple feet to the side, still linked to
the other girl.
One of the men handed me the sensor and the key to the girls' handcuffs and
asked. "Can you take it from here?"
"I can, but I feel bad just sending you off after all you've done. If you want
how about you two take take a load off and fuck the other girl until we're done
killing this one?" I offered.
"We greatly appreciate it, thank you ma'am." The man said, taking the key back
from me and going with his partner to collect their prize.
Unzipping my skirt, I shimmied my hips, dropping it to the floor. From the
waist down this left me wearing only my professional black pumps, black thigh
high lacy stockings, and the lacy black garterbelt they were attached too.
Picking up my skirt I looked around for somewhere to hang it. Seeing the
immobilized Reina I watched her staring at the basket below her, still
containing the head of her former classmate. Looking closer I saw the face of a
girl who had given up hope, her eyes were dull and she did not struggle, her
tears had run dry, but her mouth was leaking saliva around the gag, dripping
down onto Lily's face. Walking up to her I draped my skirt over the lunnette
next to her head. With my newly free hand I gently ruffled her hair.
"Cheer up." I said. "You're probably getting off easier than you deserve, even
if the blade doesn't sever your head in one go it'll probably sever your spinal
cord and you'll expire quickly. Honestly I probably should have given your
punishment a little more thought."
Ruffling the doomed girl's hair one last time, I returned to Lassie's side. I
attached the sensor just to the side of my mons pubis where it clicked on,
beginning to blink a slow red.
"Ready to overthrow your masters?" I asked Lassie, to which she nodded.
Standing just off the side in front of the guillotine, so as to not block my
classes view, I put my hand on top of Lassie's head and gently pushed her to
her knees. Grabbing fistfuls of hair with both hands I shoved her head into my
crotch. Immediately her tongue began its work, its owner apparently having no
qualms about what my orgasm would accomplish. She twirled her tongue around my
clit, ran it along and through the outer folds, she tried to dig in as deep as
possible, stimulating the furthest reaches she could while teasing my clit with
the tip of her nose, and all the while maintaining solid eye contact, her
beautiful brown eyes giving off a determined air.
Reveling in her ministrations, I broke off eye contact and looked around. I
looked at Reina, she was no longer engrossed with Lily's head, but neither was
she watching her executioners in their copulation. Following her gaze I saw
that she was watching the two men rape her best friend. The men had unlocked
the chain from her handcuffs, and had removed her ball gag, but left the cuffs
binding her wrists behind her back. They had taken her a short distance in
front and off to the side from the guillotine. Elly didn't have much freedom of
movement, but from her position she could see Reina just out of the corner of
her eye if she tried. At the moment however, she seemed to be in too much pain
to spare any attention, the two men were spit-roasting her, the man behind her
forcing himself rapidly in and out of her dry, resistant pussy, the man in
front of her holding her tightly by the base of her pigtails as he violently
raped her throat with a similar disregard to her well-being.
Returning my focus to Reina I saw her looking at me. Between seeing her closest
friend brutally raped, and seeing her precious pet and trusted teacher
enthusiastically attempting to kill her, it seemed she had regained enough
vitality for the tears to resume flowing. I flashed her a broad smile and a
wink before returning my attention to the student between my thighs.
Lassie was still eagerly and expertly lapping away at my pussy. Her expression
as she looked up at me seemed slightly concerned, as if she were uncertain
whether she was doing a good job or not.
"Good girl." I said, relaxing my grip on her hair with one hand so I could pet
her head. "You're doing a great job."
"But," I said tightly gripping the hair on the back of her head, "You could be
doing even better."
As her eyes grimaced from the mild pain, I pushed her head roughly into my
crotch. I began thrusting my hips on her face, grinding my juices into her
skin. She seemed to be having some difficultly breathing, but did not fight my
grip as I felt my orgasm build up, the red light next to it blinking rapidly.
A loud scream brought my attention back to reality, looking toward the noise I
saw the two men had repositioned Elly. Her mouth was now free of the man's
cock, but it was now agape as she stared toward the ceiling, heavy tears
flowing down her face. She was held up between the two standing men as they
violently thrust in and out of her pussy and ass. Presumably, I guessed, her
scream must have been the man forcing himself into her ass, dick lubricated
only by her spit.
An expert twirl of tongue brought my attention crashing back to Lassie, her
pretty eyes locking back on mine as she skillfully manipulated my clit.
"You're almost there." I managed to squeeze out between heavy breaths.
"Shouldn't be long till Reina's head rolls."
Lassie's tongue caught me off guard by quickening beyond what I thought she was
capable of. Feeling the rise of my looming orgasm, I clutched her head even
tighter as I ground my hips on her face. As it hit I faintly heard a gag-
stifled scream that was quickly cut off. Lassie's tongue continued its work as
I rode out my orgasm, my body filling with small aftershocks.
Collecting myself enough to open my eyes I looked to the guillotine, the blade
was lodged about a third of the way into Reina's neck, her eye's were wide and
blood was flowing liberally from the wound as her body convulsed.
Between the golden treat I had enjoyed from Lily and the copious amounts of
water I had guzzled in anticipation of today's events, I could feel the call of
the post-orgasm piss I so enjoy. Returning my gaze to Lassie's I relaxed my
grip on my bladder. Her eye's went wide and she briefly tried to pull away. My
grasp held her there and she quickly committed to accepting my gift. Her eye's
watering as she looked up at me, I returned her gaze with an affectionate
smile. My business done, I released my grip on Lassie's hair. She fell back on
her ass, coughing and taking deep breaths.
Moving my attention to Elly I saw that her threesome had returned to it's first
position, the man who had been in her pussy until now seemed to in the middle
of cumming down her throat, her head held all the way down by her pigtails. The
second man was sitting on the ground catching his breath behind her, apparently
having already finished in her ass. The first man finished, pulling out and
dropping Elly unceremoniously on the ground, where she coughed violently a few
times before laying there listlessly, cum pooling on the ground from both ends.
Helping Lassie up from the ground, we both walked up to the guillotine. The
first thing I noticed was that Reina had stopped moving and the blood flow from
her neck had slowed precipitously. The second thing I noticed was half of my
skirt laying on the ground next to the basket.
"I must be some kind of idiot." I said under my breath, shaking my head.
Amazed at my own stupidity, wondering how I thought that was a good place to
hang my skirt, I began hauling the rope to hoist the blade and finish the job.
The rope went taught almost immediately, trying to find the problem I saw the
blade was firmly lodged in Reina's neck and the rope would only raise as far as
the few inches of clearance her neck had in the lunette. Putting my weight into
it I hauled the rope as hard as I could and with a wet suctioney noise the
blade pulled free, Reina's body dropping the few inches to rest on the
lunnette. I set up the rope to the standard lever and turned to Lassie.
"You want to do the honors?" I asked, gesturing to the lever.
"Of course Mistress!" she said, a delighted look on her face.
Her hands still handcuffed behind her back, she gripped the lever between her
teeth and hauled her head backwards. The blade dropped for the second time,
this time going all the way though the neck of Reina's corpse before the rope
caught it just below the lunnette. Reina's head fell into the basket, joining
Lily's, while her body slumped to the ground.
Picking up Reina's now even more colorful head, I found myself mildly intrigued
by how the circumstances of Lily and her beheadings had been so different, but
how in death they shared the same serene expression.
Turing to Lassie I held up the head, wiggling it back and forth I asked "Want
to give your departed master one final kiss?"
Smiling at me she closed her eyes and leaned forward at the hips, puckering her
lips. I moved the head in my hands to meet her lips, where she slipped her
tongue in the head's mouth in a passionate kiss. After a few seconds I Pulled
the head away dropping it in the basket.
Turing to Lassie I said "How about one for me too?", before closing the gap and
pressing my lips to hers. As we swapped spit I noticed a few unique tastes,
namely there was Reina's blood, as well as my own piss and cum. After several
seconds we were interrupted by a short cough behind me. Splitting from my pet I
turned to see one of the men.
"Thank you for your generous offer, need us for anything else?" the man asked.
"I think I can take it from here, thanks again for apprehending my students and
helping set everything up." I replied.
"It was no problem, just doing our job." The man said, nodding once before
walking off with his partner.
Looking to my class I saw that most of those that had been masturbating had
been again, if more casually, needing more time to build up to anything earth-
shattering. Several of the scared ones seemed even more so now, seeing what was
in store for them should they try to escape, their last hopes of an out
disappearing.
Addressing my assembled class I said "Well, that's two more down, probably
going to be Elly next, hollar if you see something that looks especially
inhumane."
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