"Ladies night at the snuff club (story)" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/n0yxHzTY Created on: Friday 17th of January 2020 10:25:34 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:04:13 AM UTC Ladies night at the snuff club (story) « on: August 07, 2019, 04:31:34 PM » ReplyQuote Louise was always hesitant about hooking up with girls she met in a club, especially girls who went down on her in the toilet stall. She hadn’t really come here looking for more than a brief distraction having spent the day at listening to boring presentations at the actuarial seminar she had been attending so the flyer for free entry to a club had led her here. The kind of club she had only ever fantasised about. Apart from the absence of men the club appeared no different from any of the other meat markets in this College town. There were the usual whores who slutted around the dance floor leaving nothing to the imagination and the slightly more interesting wall flowers hoping to be noticed and maybe plucked. They were mostly here to be noticed, to appear to be fashionable. But they weren’t really here for any action. The girls looking for the real fun this club had to offer were usually the quiet ones. They thought the knew just how extreme they wanted to go and that this was the only place to be. These were the girls that Louise had come to play with. She had been stood at the bar when she saw Briana. Briana, a college kid who was looking for something equally different had noticed Louise as soon as the older woman had walked in. Unlike most of the barely dressed patrons she was wearing a shirt and tie that presented an masculine appearance that was subverted by the curves visible under the fitted shirt and her long hair that hung in a ponytail down her back. The sight pressed all the right buttons for Briana and it being ladies night in the club it was doubtful that she would find anyone better to satisfy her needs. An exchange of cheap chat-up lines and both girls soon found themselves in the wash-rooms. At least between these two appearances meant something as there could be no question that Louise would be the top. Louise held the younger woman head against her throbbing pussy, grinding on the pretty face. It was proving to be a good end to a boring day but there was the familiar dread that the student would want more. She enjoyed fucking with pretty students but really had no intention of become anyone's “sugar mommy”, no matter how talented their tongue was. It came as a relief when Briana made her desires very clear, even providing the hammer that along with some zip ties and a garrotte were all she carried in her fashionable handbag. It was certainly more brutal than most girls in the club seemed to prefer and Louise had a recurrent fantasy of strangling a girl like Briana. In fact she could imagine using the tie she herself wore. The thought of using it to strangle a girl then putting it back on herself, of knowing that what she wore around her neck had ended the life of a slut like Briana. Although she thought Briana should be rewarded for her oral skill there could be no question that Louise’s needs were more important. She really did want to hold this sweet student in her arms as she strangled the girl. She wanted to feel the girl’s heart race, then stop. She was even willing to let the girl piss on her as Louise killed her. Briana smiled when the older girl took her grandfather’s hammer, thinking that her fantasy was going to come true. With casual ease Louise undid her tie, all the time holding the young student captive with her eyes. Briana’s doe like eyes looked up at Lousie from where she had been chewing out the older woman. Her breath coming fast as her anticipation built, each exhalation a feather like touch against Louise’s soft bush. Taking hold of Briana’s hair she eased the younger girl to her feet, then turned her so that she stared into their combined reflection from the mirror above the sinks. She wanted to be able to watch Briana’s expression as she died, but the first pleasure what when she saw the look of betrayal when Louise wrapped her office tie around the young woman’s throat. The realisation that in her last moments the woman who would take her life would do it for her own pleasure, paying no regard to Briana’s lustful fantasy. As Louise twisted her tie around her fist, the silk digging into the student’s soft throat, she used her weight to press the helpless student against the sinks. Her mouth close to Briana’s ear she whisper in her ear, telling her how beautiful she would look as a corpse. How the other girls using the toilets would use her, fucking her corpse until her worthless carcase would be discarded like the trash she had always been. Briana could only listen to Lousie and accept the truth in her words. She knew she was worthless and that she should be grateful for whatever attention the dominant woman paid her. Even as blackness invaded the edges of her vision she couldn’t stop her hands from slipping under her dress to finger herself. She had worn her old High School prom dress for the memories it still held and now she would be ended in this dirty bathroom. Not in the brutal manner that she really wanted but she knew she deserved no better. Still twisting her tie Lousie felt her captive shudder as she lost consciousness. Now she was totally vulnerable, barely breathing meat for Louise to use as she wanted. All she would have to do was to hold her tie tight around Briana’s throat a little longer and the girl would be gone. But Lousie wasn’t mean and if a girl wanted her brains bashed out with her Grandfather’s rusty hammer then Louise wasn’t about to object. As Louise put her tie back on and adjusted her suit which had been rumpled by Briana’s attempts to please her she noticed that colour was returning to the girl’s skin and in a little while she would probably regain consciousness. It Lousie did nothing else then the student would wake up knowing just how close she had come to dying in this dirty bathroom. Maybe she would re-evaluate her life and become a productive member of society, never to return to this club. After licking her own pussy juices off the younger girl’s face Louise reached took hold of the hammer, feeling it’s dead weight in her hands. Then holding the dazed student steady between her thighs she used both hands on the hammer to smash the back of the student’s head. It took several blows but she continued hitting Briana’s skull until the girl’s brains spilled out. Her job done, Louise let Briana’s corpse fall the the floor, only then noting the awed looks on the faces of the drunken whores who had crowded in to watch the show. It was obvious that some of the sluts looked shocked at the brutality of what she had done but on most there was the simple desire to be the corpse on the ground. Using a paper towel from the dispenser Louise wiped the blood and bits of brain off brain off the hammer, something she would keep as a souvenir of a pleasant evening out.