Suicidal Gal

[20:07]  Sci-fi Slut looked up at the large multi story mansion. Pulling the card out of her pocket. Her dark red-ish eyes blinking several times as she looked at it. Somewhat in disbelief. Of course she knew Snuff-Housekeeper wasn't who she said she was. But this was a little bit over the top, even for what she had expected. Currently her suit looked like a body hugging leather outfit. Fitted with leather straps and belts to keep it tight looking. The illusion of it also gave her larger breasts, with a deep cleavage. And a half skirt. Her long legs "Visible" With each step she took. With the apperance of long heeled black boots. The clicking of the heels on the stone was all that could be heard in the dead of night, except a couple of far off crows. Which soon thereafter took off. The fluttering of wings in the distance. And Sci-fi Slut smiled to herself. Reaching out with her rather elegant hand and pushing the bell to the mansion. Wondering briefly what it looked like inside, and toying idly with a ring attached to her right hand. In her head, she would  come out of this on top either way. Either Snuff Housekeeper had something ot hide. Or she might be able to get really good food, and a nice place to rest for the night. Which would be a quite pleasant switch from the past few nights. She looked at the door. Wondering briefly how long it would be until it was answered, before she turned around and stood looking out into the night. Waiting for someone to answer. Placing one of her hands on side and shifting her weight so she was standing on that foot. Her hair was styled in a very long, completely smooth black. And her eyebrows neatly picked. The telltale white stripe being quite apparent as well.

 

[10:56] Snuff-Housekeeper was perusing through her head room. Many new, recent additions of lifeless, dull eyed skulls sending shivers up and down her spine. She had actually moved the guillotine into this room, to sit there, a drain installed in the very center of the floor. It was clear, more than one person had been used in this new location already. One of her hands absently ripping out some of her nylon stocks that kept her dick in thrall, while her hand reached for one - fully intending to use it. Her face flushed red and aroused, a subtle half breathe of lust, half moan of anticipation gracing her lips before the loud ringing of the bell filled the room. "Goddamnit." She said with a scowl - she couldn't believe her luck, the Maid's skirt swishing loudly as her half-foot high heels clacked against the ground. Her steps reverberating through the silent, statue filled mansion. As Sci-fi Slut stood outside the front gate, she was flanked on either side by two obscene, life-sized statues. Adorning each one, was two symmetrical nude, woman. Legs splayed open towards the outside world, one of their hands churning their cunts in a masturbatory display for all to see - the other gripping one of their breasts. Clamping down on it and erotically having the flesh bulge between their spread wide fingers. They both looked the same, body shape wise. Thick hipped, curvy. The perfect dick sleeves - but the statues themselves had a very uncanny effect. Their heads were laying on the ground beside them, just as petrified, forever trapped in the throes of orgasmic pleasure. Tongues lolling out of their mouths, eyes scrolling up into their skulls. One woman's hair stonely 'etched' into the base, coiling around her legs from the length, whilst the other seemingly had it.. cut at the neck, or the 'artist' was too lazy to put the same amount of meticulous detail for the hair that was put into the first one. But that didn't jive very well, since they were so life-life. Even their pubic hair, one was trimmed whilst the other was thick and bushy, down to the last strand was added in stone. It was strange any artisan would put so much effort into such bits, but seemingly.. forget about the hair that certainly must have been falling off her head. A look through the metal gate, showed tens of these statues lining the courtyard, each one inside different. More obscene. One even seeming to be rutted by some thick, hefty and furry beast while still sporting her head. Sci-fi Slut had little time to wonder why this was, or why they were there as the maid appeared before her, opening the gate before standing triumphantly. Her long, succulent legs that stretched upwards for miles because of her shining black heels, widely spread. In the dim light of the night, it was clear the nylon that clung to her legs was torn open at the thigh, and the bulging monstrosity of cock, the vein coated, fat menace that went down to her shin was visible for all. The only reason it wasn't slapping between her legs, was nothing more a few inches of fabric sloppily wrapped around the flared, equine-esque, thigh-thick tip of meat shaft that was visibly darkening the nylon, soaking down her left shin, leaking out of her fucking heel onto the floor from every step she took. The vein-coated shaft glistening in the light, contrasting magnificently with the remaining fabric - the tear lasted from the midpoint of her thigh, all the way down past her knee, after all. Exposing a wide swathe of her dick. Snuff Housekeeper's usual attire of a maid was still relatively undisturbed, but everything seemed.. Smaller. Her skirt that once touched the edge of her knees, now barely touched the point half-past her thighs. The opening for her chest that once was exposed, but conservative now seemingly stopped less than an inch above her nipples that stabbed into the thin fabric erotically. The black coloring of her outfit, her apron, caked with yellow stains. The woman's gorgeous brown hair, flowing over her bust and back, discolored here and there in the same peculiar yellow, to say nothing of the.. stench that followed her. It was the same as the one that was on the card. It was impossible to ignore, and made Sci-fi Slut subconsciously grind her thighs together, from the sheer bestial aroma it emanated. "Oh my Darling.. You look rather nice for coming up to see me~." It was clear where Snuff Housekeeper's eyes were glued. Onto her neck, that strong, well-toned jugular of hers and how it was exposed for all, her tight leather suit that hugged her gorgeous frame stopping just at her neck, making the pale contrast of skin all the more beautiful. A stranger looking in would be very confused by her words however - because the villa behind the maid was expansive. Rivaling the size and grandeur of ones held by celebrities and superstars. "I apologize for my appearance, I was in the.... middle of some messy things, but do. Come in, and we'll talk inside." She said cooly, turning away without even much more of a second glance at Sci-fi Slut's body, and started walking down the long courtyard, not even bothering to shut the gate. Passing by her multitude of obscene, borderling grotesque and inherently erotic statues. "Come now. Don't just stand there agape~."

 

[11:18] Sci-fi Slut looked at the statues. Observing them quite closely, but not leaning over to be able to study the details. The amount of work had to be staggering, each one of these statues was a marvel of a lifetime. A true master piece in it's own right. All lifelike and all different. And she couldn't help but wonder what it was modeled after, or who the artist was. Whomever the model was, she was one hell of a catch, perfect body and great sense of what would make a great show. Without really thinking about it, She was about to reach out and touch one of the breasts, because it almost looked as if it would bulge back when she touched it with her finger, as if poking a real breast. But she withdrew it as she was addressed. Smelling the same, odd repulsive smell. It had almost the same effect as last time. It didn't make much sense, but perhaps Snuff-Housekeeper was one of those people who used some sort of extract of some sort. That's the conclusion Sci-fi Slut was coming to at any rate. But just as she came to that conclusion, she also realized that she was grinding her inner thighs together. And she thanked herself that the suit was somewhat water proof.  And that getting wet only had very minor optical disruption. She briefly considered moving her hand over to her sex to touch it, as if to reaffirm what she already knew. Instead she simply looked down on her hand, as Snuff-Housekeeper was walking away. And started walking after her. Her own eyes constantly were drawn to the obscene artifacts. And they were much too fascinating not to look. She kept turning to look at the statues as she walked. Having to walk after Snuff-Houekeeper's scent. Along with all this... Well, odd pornographic statues was more then a novelty. It was quite the experience. She couldn't help but having to actively suppress the urge to grasp her own breasts. To grind her sex in naughty, hidden ways. But she did her best. And barely did it at all. And what she did do could be passed off as random hand movements, at least in her own book. And she thought of the cock that was walking in front of her. She hadn't stared too hard before. But she did try to catch a glimpse of it as they were walking. Her right hand lightly grabbing the top part of the leather outfit. The neck fitting thing that came up from the body of the outfit. A mix of black and red. Swirling, as if roses made out of blood. The neck indeed somewhat toned, but also soft and ever so slightly on the paler side. But not by much.  The boots she was wearing was red strapped, in black leather. And she could only really hear the sound of their feet hitting the ground, and the faint sound of her own breathing. Normally she only heard the breathing of others. She tried to shake the thought off. "I assumed that as a maid.. And going by this card... " She fished the card out of her suit while walking. The powerful scent flowing up from where she had been keeping it, her own cleavage. And she actually slowed down for a brief moment while the powerful scent had it's effect on her. But she powered through it. The idea of jumping around a corner and masturbating was annoyingly appealing. "It seemed to me that you might have a few rooms of your own, just to lend out. It would show me if you are any good at your job. And well..." She waved her hand in a small circle. And she tried to put on a coy smile. But she couldn't help but having to cover her mouth as it was not quite the smile she had in mind she realized. Much more like the anxious face she herself had worn when she used to be insecure and worried about sex. Then the second realization hit her, the idea of sex with Snuff-Housekeeper WAS intimidating to her. And she fanned herself slightly as her mind raced. She had done so much, been so many places and seen things most people wouldn't believe. Yet the idea of touching that thing between her legs and being petted while doing so was such an alluring idea.

 

[11:40] Snuff-Housekeeper cast a baleful eye backwards as they trotted along the 'short' driveway towards her manor doors. It seemed the way that Snuff-Housekeeper walked was almost intentionally causing her Nylon to audibly tear. The noise joining Sci-fi Slut's pathetic, panting breathes - as Snuff-Housekeeper's smooth, methodical exhales and inhales only seemed to increase her sensuality. Raising her bust and making her cock seemed even more engorged with each calculated one she did. The Nylon audibly scraped and bulged with her cock as it swayed, clinging against her leg to obscenely bulge off the Nylon, hugging her leg but still showing its primal, girth by having an intense curve to it. The meaty shaft pressing out against both her thighs as it was pointed down through her legs. A step never going by, that made it so her cock wasn't rubbed against on all sides. From the view behind, it was clear that her churning, fist-sized balls hung deeply into her stockings. The pathetic fabric outlining every sag and dip of the sweat-soaked, impressive orbs. Each one so large and obscene, that they practically were tucked between her thighs, to lewdly jut out against the underside of her fat, meaty asscheeks that would look impressive on a porn-star. This maid's virility must have been staggering if her sac alone was to go by, and with that bestial dick.. Oh, the poor Sci-fi Slut couldn't help but have her thoughts wonder to the most obscene of places. This coupled with the sights of the statues, and the stench of Snuff-Housekeeper's form, was almost mind-numbing. Snuff-Housekeeper stopping at the door of her mansion, and opening it wide, motioning for the woman to go inside. There was a multitude of shadows, and lines of bright light cascading from one another swiftly at the door step. This was hell for her optical outfit. It could go from bright-to-dark rather easily, but the way the shadows and light were intertwined with one another, was going to give her attire quite the fit, needing to hastily readjust colors to appear 'proper' in its new found lighting conditions. "Please, head right in Ma'dam. I recommend you continue straight, up the stairs and hit the room that has the ajar door. It'll be labeled 'Head Room' - its where I.. sort out where my patrons go." The 'novelties' only continued into the main hall, where right smack dab in the center was a slut in mid decapitation, her head tilted oddly as half of her neck was cleanly cut through, but was trapped there. This was one that showed the horror, that showed the terror of the woman. An unseen being having wrenched her stone-hair upwards, looking as if the hand of God was keeping her neck taut, ready and proper for the execution that had only befallen her half way. Her body was just as lewd as all the others. Thick-hipped, oversized breasts that must have made standing upright difficult - just like Snuff-Housekeeper's own form - but Sci-fi Slut couldn't help but feel ever so inferior, as her own bust contrasted pathetically in comparison. They were still sizable, nice orbs - but these statues. They looked so gorgeous. The maid having a smile on her lips, as the Nylon of her cock finally was torn asunder, revealing the cunt-breaking girth to the air as she stood there. The maid not even reacting, with nothing more than a subtle 'coo' crossing her lips. The meat rod hanging out of her groin. The thick meat shaft lifting upwards, desperately attempting to keep itself horizontal, being heavily hanging downwards. It was clear this wasn't because the vein-laced, slab of meat wasn't working properly. It was clear that gravity just prevented the cock was standing upright because of its sheer weight. It was bigger than the cocks Sci-fi Slut had ever seen, and now the stench of her lower half was radiating clearly into the brisk, and quickly cooling night. "I'll be right behind you, Ma'dam. After all, I don't want any.. wetness, to go uncleaned." Fuck. A giggle followed the woman's word, escalating what she said to demented heights. But at the same time, it was clear - the Maid was making a mess of her own. Heady, hot rivets of her pre-cum churning out of the tip of her cock in long, lengthy strands that seemingly had no end as they pooled beneath her. "I'm sure you'll love the Head Room though~."

 

[12:07] Sci-fi Slut visibly flinched as Snuff-Housekeeper looked back. Almost as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't have. Peaking, or stealing cookies. She couldn't help but feel... For a lack of a better word. Naughty. And secretly she tossed a little glance the cock, bursting free of it's nylons. Wondering how much fucking it had done. Or if it had done any at all. For it was a monster.  Because of the glare. She paced herself. "The head room? Shouldn't be too hard..." She stated, as if there was nothing wrong. Though it had been a long time she since she had last not had control of over her own breathing like this. She couldn't help but wonder exactly how so much precum could be produced inside the nuts of this woman. Considering fluids and physics. Though that all went out the window fairly quickly. Shaking her head as well to try and dislodge the idea. Then noticing the statue. The hair being raised up. With the axe fairly far down. And she look behind herself, at the maid. Speaking quickly before turning to keep walking. "I'm noticing a trend here. Who used to own this house if you don't mind me asking?" The last part was said softly. And because of her high heels her ass really swayed from side to side as she walked. It was difficult to tell if she was doing it on purpose, or if it was the shoes that did it. The faint clacking being heard once more. Echo being heard from the distance. The suit reading it's surrounding with varying degrees of success. In some shadows it was possible to see the underlying suit. But then it glossed over, like a tiny sand castle brushed over by a very gentle wave. It made one wonder if there was anything there, or if the outfit simply reflected the light in odd ways. She didn't seem to be in any particular hast to reach the room. Before reaching it she turned around to look out over all the statues. Taking a particular notice to find the one with the biggest breasts. Feeling slightly jealous that her line of work would never allow her to have such a great pair. But then she looked disdainful.  Making a mental note to wreck that particular statue on her way out. It had no business existing. Once more she turned. Stepping slowly into the Head Room. Biting on her knuckles as a nervous reaction. Thinking about how... Jealous? She had been of the statue that had been getting it's head cut off. Even as it looked horrified by the very action it was receiving. Jealous of dying? Of looking up in horror at an unstoppable fate? It was more then likely the breast size she decided. She then even thought of the giant fucking cock. Too heavy to even lift itself. And she wondered if she masturbated briefly. If she had special tools. But she gave a small shrug. Having kept her eyes mostly low and relatively close to her legs as she stepped in. She raised them and looked at the room. Her optical outfit shifting to fit the shadows and lighting in an odd ripple.  If it had been a more roomy gown that it was trying to portray there might have been a large difference in how thick it was from her body. But it was almost like the leather burnt away in the scope of a microsecond. Shimmering orange and flickered up the suit, the void being filled with the gray black of the suit. Before disappearing behind the black leather once more. The things that changed the most was her breasts, losing a fair bit because she had enhanced them with the suit. And her ass. The rest was apparently all natural. With sutler changes to help make it look natural. The hair and the toned body being something she had from the start. A small shiver ran up her spine and she turned around quickly. Although she was affected by what was going on. Not feeling safe, and having great reflexes had saved her in the past. She had allowed herself to just stand and daydream. Not really taking anything in for a few moments. Looking for Snuff-Housekeeper.

 

[12:31] Snuff Housekeeper thought for a few moments as the woman asked her that question about the house's owner - her eyes locked onto her rump that was deliciously glistening in the light of the main hall room, simply forgetting to respond. Her throbbing prick slapping erotically against her opposite thigh with every step, mixing in with the Sci-fi woman's panted breathes. The sloppily, gooey sound of her pre-cum gushing out of her cock in waves, creating long, thick lines of the disgusting fluid across the glistening tile floor everywhere they walked, as they visited each individual statue. The final one, the final one of horror. There was an interesting detail - that was clear as day. She came. She orgasmed all over her fucking self as her head we rend from her body. It looked so real, so fucking terrifying yet arousing all the same. Even her picturesque expression of horror, had her eyes rolling into her skull, her mouth just mere moments away from a pathetic expression of bliss, cut short microseconds before. The Maid was done with pretenses however. The woman's panted, heaving breathes. Her wet cunt, visibly distorting her marvelous attire, the way her body shook and jiggled with every step, setting the Maid off like nothing else. They had reached the Head Room, they had reached the place they needed to be - there was no reason for a facade anymore. Snuff Housekeeper planting a hand, not on her ass, not between her ass cheeks, but stuffing her fingers between her thighs, until her thumb was holding up one of her plump cheeks, while her other four digits pressed against her dripping wet slit. Her wrist digging between her 'plump' rear-end as her fingers stabbed against her cunt from below. Using her meaty thighs and her fingers ramming harshly upwards, against her 'outfit' as a hand hold, she pushed the Sci-fi woman inwards. The illusion of her outfit pressing into the door, until her breasts finally impacted the wood, and pushed her inside - and what she was next was something she would never forget. Lining the walls was tens of perfectly preserved heads. Some having gorgeous, lustrous manes of hair, rivaling Sci-fi Slut's own. Some cropped short, others bald with odd black, plastic plugs sticking out of the top of their skulls. All women, all the prime of their life and beautifully faced. The woman quickly having her answer on whether or not the Maid masturbated, and very likely with rather the maid fucked. There were disgusting, foul pools of dried, caked yellow spunk on the ground that was half-coagulated from days of laying there. Head's strewn across the ground, their neck holes, and mouths leaking the life-creating fluid in meter wide, and long puddles on the floor. More than a handful of them clearly used in a row. One after another. Discarded when came inside and left in the corner, disgustingly unwashed and filthy with cum. Prepared for 'disposal' somewhere else in the manner. But in the center of the room? There stood two things - A guillotine, dyed sanguine with blood. There wasn't even a proper basket where it would be cut off - more than one disgustingly long trail flowing away from the chopping block, showing the path a head took to skitter across the ground, before resting and leaking blood everywhere. The high chopping blade, ten feet overhead, and looking methodically cleaned, ready at all times, and roped to a hook in the ground. An ax rested, propped up against the tall guillotine as well. Looking clean and sharp, a whetstone laying in one of the corners nearby - meticulously sharpened in Snuff Housekeeper's spare time. "Say hello to my.. Employer's, Ma'dam. But I don't think you'll find the one who owned this place, before I was.. regally gifted it." Snuff Housekeeper's breathe was rapid in pace, matching Sci-fi Slut's own, as she seemingly had been holding herself back. Her hand that was once dug between her thighs - pushing her forward, forcing her to stand near the center of the room. To bask in the presence of all the dead. To look at each and every used, cum-stained fuck sleeve heads. "I think she might be the statue that you saw in the main hall, with the massive, full breasts that you couldn't fucking stop staring at - just like my fucking cock!" There was no denying it, Snuff Housekeeper's lust was getting the best of her, the woman's large breasts heaving. It was rare that she could be so.. blatant, about what she had done. What she was going to do. "But I likely threw her skull fucking away! It wasn't worth it to keep her! Not with all these pretty fucking girls coming up to me and needing to be added to my collection!" A cursory scan of the room revealed no other exits, as Snuff-Housekeeper closed the door behind her. On the far side of the wall, there were two plaques. They looked.. alive, no. From the cunt juices that were leaking from their stuffed fuck holes, and the subtle, rancid breathes? They were, and they didn't even bother uttering a word. Knowing their place as fucking decorations.

 

[Whoops] Sci-fi Slut let out a surprised little sound. The fingers digging into her cunt. And her curved ass being quite sensitive because of all of the cool air. But she tried to keep her cool. Though the place she was in was rather strange, foreign and odd. She didn't fight it much as she got pushed deeper inside. Her breasts pressing onto the wood of the door and she'd grit her teeth as it ground onto the roughness of it for a brief few moments. Using her hands to push the doors to avoid being so cornered. Everything she was really used to and trained for had her avoiding situations like that. And yet being pinned didn't help the suit at all. Her sex warming up because of the intrusion and roughness. And she bit back a grasp and a moan by biting her lower lip. Though it didn't last long. The rank smell of the dried cum. The heads and their dead stares at her as she entered the room made her gasp. Sure she had seen dead people, and killed some. Some times even for sport. But it had never been like this. She hadn't taken trophies or heads and put them up on walls. She found herself being pushed further into the room. Being nervous as the dead watched her. Their lifeless eyes and half open, cum covered faces. A redhead standing out to her in particular. With spoiled hair and a lower lip piercing. She avoided flipping around and perhaps making a bad situation worse. Instead she took a deep breath. The intake only quivering a little bit despite how awkward she felt. Though her calm breathing didn't manage to last particularly long. She stepped towards the beheading objects. Making sure to step away from Snuff Housekeeper's unwanted exploring hands. And then looked at them. The axe looked cumbersome for any kind of fight and she didn't really fancy her chances with it. It wasn't her kind of weapon. Her breathing sped up slightly. And her hands trailing idly from her thighs, up across her breasts. Flowing over the illusion where the breasts where. She quickly stopped herself and crossed her hands below them. Looking at Snuff Housekeeper. "Did they offer themselves up? And with such a gift..." She looked at the place in general. "Don't you think it was cruel to throw away that particular head? It is a really nice place. Though I expect it has changed a lot from when you were... Gifted, it." She took a second glance at the guillotine. The thought of her being fucked in it while having that string snapped with her own knife hit her unexpectedly. And she shook her head ever so slightly. Only to be replaced by the thought of having her head held down by a firm boot. Her hands cuffed behind her back and a cruel laugh as the disconnected body slumped down off the block. Her squirming ultimately being for naught. And she let out a sharp little annoyed sound. Glaring at Snuff Housekeeper. Deciding that she needed to guard her thoughts more carefully. Lest they would more then likely stray once more. And she thought of the knife on her back. Pulling it out unseen was not an action that she wasn't used to. But the chance to stab her in the back for what she had done may yet present itself at a more opportune time. Like when she wasn't naked, being observed and horny.

 

[11:42] Snuff Housekeeper watched with rapt attention as the Assassin came ever so close to ruining her own illusion - not that Snuff Housekeeper didn't know full well already. The pre-cum leaking maid, standing with her legs spread apart widely to extenuate just how grotesque her cock was, as even with such a gaudy, silly stance. It was clear her balls were still aching, clamped between her thighs. The thick, flared and smelly shaft mere inches away from scrapping against her knees as it hung there, directly in the middle. Less than half a foot from scrapping across the ground that was getting coated in off-tint, yellowish pre-juice that was pooling up like honey. The maid didn't even look at the bodies, the skulls. The dead. She had no reason to.... All of them were made by her. Their dull, lifeless eyes that could only stare into the living's soul, their detachment from their bodies, her fault and her's alone. It had no affect on her. Snuff-Housekeeper didn't care. She killed them. She killed them so she had sleeves to be wrapped around her cock. Not even for sport, simply pleasure. Instead, her dark brown eyes were locked to Sci-fi Slut. Inspecting her. Watching every move she made. Every heavy, flushed breath. Staring as her openly grinding her thighs together, the sloppy look of juices running down out of her 'outfit' and down past her buckling knees apparent to any one who cared to look. "Pathetic bitch~." The Maid, slowly dragging her fingers upwards to her lips, spreading them apart in the process. Ropey tendrils of the horny little slut's juices crisscrossing the gaps between her fingertips. Extending her tongue between them, revealing the obscenely large, red thing. It went pushed out of her mouth fully, slathered in the space between her middle finger and ring? The thing arched down, over the back of her hand and lathered her wrist in warm looking saliva. This view lasted for only a few brief seconds. The dexterious, demonic appendage setting itself to work to lap up every drop of the "guest"'s heavily leaking cunt juices. Slathering her entire hand in a nerve-wracking amount of saliva, wrapping her muscular organ around each and every digit, spiraling up it like she was giving each one a silly little blowjob. Snuff-Housekeeper not even bothering to drag her hand away, as she finally spoke more words. "If they did, would it change anything? If she begged and whined and kneeled before me to finally have their life taken, to be able to properly worship my cock.. would it matter? No, Sci-fi Slut. They screamed. They begged me to stop. They complained about how rough the guillotine wood was against their necks.. But you know what's nice about that? You have a lovely collar on. You won't have that problem." She stated almost giggling. Her high heeled steps reveberating through the room, walking towards the horny mess of a woman. Each one, sounding like the bang of a drum in Sci-fi Slut's dull skull, enveloped and surrounded by the sights. The stenches. By her own fucking demented thoughts of being killed. Of having her neck severed and filled with dick. "But.. I'm not in the mood for killing right now, sadly enough... But you have such a look in your eyes while you stare at that hole in the guillotine.. Do you want to try it? Do you want to feel what they felt in their last pathetic moments?"

 

[11:55] Sci-fi Slut did look fairly composed. More so because of the illusion then anything else. But she hadn't really thought about the fact that she would be so wet. Seeing her juices on the fingers of Snuff-Housekeeper she cursed herself internally. Not letting up the glare  of course. Though she looked extremely surprised at the length and largeness of her tongue. Her features being tinted with jealousy and anger. Along with a longing. That thing would feel really good. She let out a horny, bothered little moan as she watched her taunt her. Her hands moving a bit furhter up. First cupping and then giving her own breasts a very light massage. Thanking the suit for the fact that her nipples more then likely didn't show. Her gaze flicked towards the decapitation device. And then she stood up straight. Attempting to at least look like she had some measure of resolve. "You act like I am some sort of weak willed, suicide wanting slut. They kneel down and allow themselves to be locked in like idiots. You can't expect me to do the same surely? I at least have a functional brain." Though she acted rather high and mighty for a short moment. The sounds of those heels. Echoing off the walls of the room... Like the beating drums of her own doom she couldn't help but swallow a little. And although she had a small thing for being restricted of movement, simply for the taboo of it. She shook her head. "Perhaps you would like to lie down on it instead? I might be a bit... Curious. But I am no fool. What would stop you from doing the same to me as to them?" She motioned at the heads. "And after all.. I came here to rest for a night. Not eternally." After a short bit of consideration she walked a bit further away from Snuff Housekeeper. A lot about her presence, made her somewhat nervous. Not the least of which was the size of her cock and what damage that might do. And how enticing it all seemed. She put her hand on the wood. Feeling it for roughness, of softness. Wondering if people had previously done the same. The hand that wasn't on the machine sliding down her stomach. And she mentally caught her self. And removed the hand from her body. Looking over at Snuff Housekeeper. "It's all for riches and trophies?" She then looked over at the two live ones. Hanging on the wall like the trophies they were. Her face filling with disgust. "Worthless. No pride, no reason to live except mere existence!" Trying to channel her own self hatred with the situation at external objects.

[11:56] Sci-fi Slut was clearly turned on though. The tongue taunting. The whole thing was getting to her. It was evident on her face, and breathing especially now.

 

[12:18] Snuff Housekeeper grinned as the woman slowly drifted away from her, turning her back and planting a hand on to the wood. It was rough, jagged even. She could feel the splinters trying their damndest to ram themselves into her brushing fingers, and painfully pierce her skin. The wood within the neck cavity was died a deep, foul looking brown of dried blood. The wood clearly having been soaked through with the sanguine life fluid. It felt almost spongy to the touch, giving in to a small amount of pressure before springing back against the force. The thunderous steps following after her a few brief seconds. Allowing the woman to feel 'safe', to feel 'alone' before Snuff Housekeeper was once again near. The subtle movements of Snuff Housekeeper's body, pricking Sci-fi Slut's ears now. Almost as if they were attuned to it all, to her. The flutter of her worthless skirt. The sloppy flow of her pre-cum, caking the floor. The audible sloshing of the balls as large as her own goddamn head. "And that's why I killed them.. They couldn't give me proper pleasure in life. So.. the least their bodies could do, is give it to me in death~." This was followed by a foul sounding slurp, out of the corner of the woman's eye she could see the long, crimson tongue of the maid's flowing over her lips. Covering them in a glisten of saliva. Why was it so big? How did it get so big? But, it was more than clear that those two questions could be easily applied to another part of her body as well. "And what if I said this was your room? And this was your bed~? Look at the blade... doesn't it look dull? It couldn't cut through your head even if it wanted to...." The maid suddenly standing right behind the Assassin, leaning forward. Her large, impressive tits slamming into her back. She could feel the Maid's erect nipples stabbing against her 'bare' shoulders. She could feel her sweat-drenched, slimy cleavage lather her 'unintentionally' in her stench - Snuff Housekeeper completely ignoring the hilt of the knife she had 'hidden' beneath her outfit. It didn't even register as something she should be worried about. She could feel the taller maid intentionally thrusting her hips forward. Her 'plump' ass cheeks suddenly spread apart by the magnificent girth that trailed downwards. The maid standing feet taller than her, where the hem of her skirt practically met where poor Sci-fi Slut's ass began, leaving the exposed majority of Snuff Housekeeper's girl cock, to slap against her illusionary outfit. To feel the throbbing, pulsating heat of her veins, as the meaty member kept her ass cheeks spread wide, forced apart. Her knees, jostled and knocked against by the intense shaft of breeding pleasure. Her outfit frizzing out terribly, unable to contain the sudden body being slammed against it, quaking and shivering as if it were TV static every few seconds, but Snuff Housekeeper paid it no heed. One of the maid's slender arms extending upwards - over the woman's own shoulder, dominating her presence around the girl. Trapped, between the guillotine and her body - to touch the blade that extended three feet downwards from the ten foot base - large and impressive - and ran a thumb down it's edge. No slicing, no blood welting up at a sudden wound. The hand wafting up the aroma of a certain someone's juices, glowing in the dim light from the visible sheen of saliva that stilled coated every single one of her digits. And then the whispering began, right into her ear. Husky and low. "See? Even if I dropped it, the damn thing wouldn't be able to slice through your neck~. You're perfect safe there... Neck resting on the wood, as your ass it forcefully made higher than your skull. I wouldn't want to kill such a hot guest, anyways. You have no monetary value to me. Your face is gorgeous.. but.. you saw the statues, did you not? I want someone lewd. Someone slutty. A fucking whore. And well... You don't fit those descriptions, right?"

 

[12:40] Sci-fi Slut flinched as the large cock pressed up against her ass. Counting her blessings for the fact that she wasn't going to have to ride that monster. The sweat and grime covered breasts pressing onto her back made her shiver, but not in an entirely uncomfortable manner. But she did groan and look at her some. Throwing a few nervous glances up and back at Snuff Housekeeper. Considering how own strength against hers. If it came to it. She could more then likely just grab her and MAKE her do what she wanted when she was so close. She considered resisting. But had several ideas of loude cracking sounds, and noises at odd angles. Along with a gleeful grin on Snuff Housekeeper's face, holding a rack with a fresh head on it with flowing black hair. The face being her own. She shoved that idea out of her head quite quickly too. Though the pulsating of the cock pressing against her ass was rather distracting. She stood on the tips of her toes to try and reach up to try and test the blade for sharpness. But was much too short to actually touch the blade. Not being able to reach up to touch something that was ten feet high. Letting out a short frustrated groan. She attempted to judge it by eye instead, she did have an eye for sharp things. When she was done assessing  the blade. She'd step over Snuff Housekeeper's cock. Turning to face her. Having decided that ignoring the cock might be her best option to avoid death by rupturing she'd let it rest in-between her inner thighs. Pressing up against her bitch-button and sex.  She'd look up into Snuff Housekeeper's eyes. Trying to gauge her for honesty. Something she did fairly often. And considering the situation. It was all more then likely just an attempt to make her willingly kneel down into the decapitation device. And she didn't really see many ways out of it. There was always trying to stab her. But first... first she had to have a kiss from that tongue. It looked delicious. She blinked a few times. Considering the words that were spoken. She reached back to the guilitine with one hand, feeling the rough wood. Saying hesitantly. *Well... I suppose not. I do not really have a lot of money. And I am no slut.." She paused. Her wet sex clearly grinding onto the cock. But she pressed on. "Regardless I don't want to feel the dullness on my neck. The blade will remain where it is. Yes? I guess your word can't really matter for much..." She said bitterly. And considered reaching to her lower back and shanking her in the ribs. But it more then likely wouldn't kill her. And then she'd be in for something unpleasant. She let out a small sigh. And stood up to the tips of her toes. Still not quite reaching up to her. So she stood back down. She'd sigh through her nose. Looking up once more. "What do I get from getting into this device? Hm? Except being extremely... Defenseless. And having my ass way higher then my head. And although I'm not a slut, I'd sure as hell look like one while I was in it. Along with the fact that my head and hands would locked in an extremely precarious position. And unable to react? All that for just a small trial of a rough, wooden thrill?"

 

[13:00] Snuff Housekeeper answered this question simply, leaning her body forward. Her veined cock pressing against her wet, hard little clit. Grinding against it with every pulse of her cock, sending shivers up and down her spine like no other. Her labia being spread our, forcefully pulled open wide by the sheer girth of the dick that was now slapped between her thighs. A quivering, lust-filled moan escaping Snuff Housekeeper's lips, grasping both sides of Sci-fi Slut's face with her hands and bent down. Her tongue extended as she kissed her ever-so-softly on the lips. The Maid's tongue, first not going through her teeth. No, it did something far more devious - it ran along her teeth. It tasted her gums. It dived and dug against the crevices of her pearly whites. Slurping up her saliva, slithering around in the space between bone, and cheek - before finally diving between her agape food compactors, and wrenched them apart from the sheer thickness of the tongue. Twisting and twirling. The Maid's saliva flowing freely down into the mouth that had to be arched upwards to kiss her. The two woman's tongues immediately becoming intertwined, the thick slab of meat violating its way into her mouth without a singular care for her resistance. The thing practically bundling up like a piece of cloth stuffed too densely into an object. Packing it, filling up her maw and tickling the back of her throat. Saliva globs cascading down Sci-fi Slut's chin, ruining the illusion even further. More wetness to soak into her skin, to her 'ample' cleavage. The gooey lines connecting her jaw to her teats, as it flowed near constantly, as if it were trying to rival her the immense amount of pre-cum Snuff Housekeepr's cum was currently drooling all over Sci-fi Slut's fucking toes. Snuff Housekeeper pulling away after what seemed like an eternity of the assassin's mouth being dominated. Of Snuff Housekeeper's hot exhales through her nose tickling the other woman's face. Of Sci-fi Slut's mind being filled with the taste of another woman. Only half way.. Her long tongue - still ever so slightly in her mouth. Dribbling with the mixture of their saliva. "My happiness~? The thrill of knowing you look just like a dick sleeve, just like a fucking bitch for cock... but in an entirely safe enviroment~. That the only thing that's going to happen to you, is my stares as I fuck myself to you~." The maid finally pulling her tongue away, her hands dragging down from her face to her hips instead. There mere presence of her hand's there, holding her. Simply the delightful feeling of her hot, saliva slick and sweaty palms against Sci-fi Slut's hips, preventing her from dragging away. It didn't help that the girthy slab of meat, was still constantly teasing her 'love-button'. Snuff Housekeeper's full, impressive teats were slapped against the Assassin's rather.. smaller pair, juxtaposition the two all the better. Snuff Housekeeper in her maid outfit, and her large nipple's barely within an inch of the fabric, stabbing into her slutty maid outfit. Her toned and flat stomach. Her massive cock that was currently busy marking her lower half with its stench. Her gorgeous, well kept and clean brown hair. She really was beautiful, with her dazzling brown eyes that betrayed no hint of dishonor or misplaced trust. What could possibly go wrong? After all.. She already had tens of victims, perhaps she really did just want to let Sci-fi Slut indulge.

 

Perhaps.

 

[13:21] Sci-fi Slut tried to contain her glee at at the fact that Snuff Housekeeper bent down. Her mouth being half open when their "lips" met so to speak. Half closing her eyes as the tongue ran across her teeth. Letting out a quite bothered little moan of her own. Feeling her head get grabbed by both of the maids hands almost made her raise her hands and break off. But she contained herself. At most she tensed up a fair bit. Her breathing being ragged and uncontrolled. A blush appearing on her face and anticipation running through her body. She held her arms down by her side. But her palms tried to be horizontal as if she was unsure if she wanted to act or not. As her the tongue started to explore her mouth she couldn't help but let out several horny, little mewling moans. Shivers being sent up her spine from the cock pressing up against her bitch button, each thob making her sex spread for the invader, and crushed her clit a bit. Her eyebrows and eyelids twitched as it kept happening. And she was unable to stand still, squirming and almost grinding her lower body onto Snuff Housekeeper in giddyness. She briefly tried to tongue wressle with Snuff Housekeeper. But her own tongue got pulled, pushed down and dominated as the long, powerful tongue explored her mouth. And she curled her toes in response. Letting out sounds, reminiscent of something an insecure, horny late teenaged girl would. The thing scraped at the back of her throat. And Sci-Slut had apparently eaten something sweet before entering the place. The kissing and absolute power of the kiss made her go slightly limp. Shuddering running up the back of her spine sending visible small shocks through her body. Along with making her faintly twitch her fingers. The saliva running down into her mouth was also rather symbolic in her mind. Snuff Housekeeper only tasting what she wanted. But she on the other hand, being a vessel. Like a cup, a tool. Filled up with the taste of superior genetics, alpha. Dominance. As the tongue pulled out. She couldn't help but look like complete mush. Letting out an uncertain. ".. Guh?" Along with a breathy moan. Looking dazed. And the spittle ran down her chin. Dripping onto her breasts. Some of it ran down her stomach's curves and further down. And some simply dripped off them. She simply looked dazed and mesmerized up inti Snuff Housekeeper's eyes for quite a while before she'd let out a sound of approval. Not a word as much as a "Uuh huhh..." and a vague nodding. Though after that she quickly regained composure. And by that I mean started fondling herself while twitching. Letting out bothered little moans. The optical illusion of her outfit had a great deal of problems. Sometimes just flickering entirely off and showing off her naked, horny and almost entirely hairless, shaved body. Exept for the trimmed part just above her sex. Which was dripping. Her inner thighs were soaked.

[13:21] Sci-fi Slut quickly added. "Yeah... Sure. I guess I'll try it." Rather reluctantly.

 

[13:44] Snuff Housekeeper let off her own panted little moans as she watched the Assassin lose her composure entirely the moments after the kiss. Felt her squirm, felt her willingly grind her pathetic cunt against her cock in absolute wanton lust. This gal was most certainly a slut, even if her voice and less-endowed body dictated otherwise. Snuff Housekeeper's long tongue extending forward as the girl relentlessly began to ravage herself openly - not to clean up the spit and drool over her face.  But to reapply a layer of it to her lips. To make it so that when Sci-fi Slut's little tongue extended from her mouth, she would be tasting the Maid. Her stomach ever-so-lightly sloshing from the spittle she had been forced to drink down. The taste of her new Goddess she was made to hold, to contain. Even seconds later, minutes. Sci-fi Slut couldn't control her tongue. Rolling it in her mouth, unable to get rid of Snuff Housekeeper's taste. Of the lingering feeling of her tongue, making her mouth whole. Of filling it and tasting her insides so thoroughly. "Apples~?" The maid stated out to the quivering, husk of a girl. It was almost demented, how Snuff Housekeeper could tell what food she ate. That her mouth was so entirely owned by her tongue, that not even the contents of her stomach were properly safe from this woman's mere presence. The Maid dragging her hips back - watching below the entire time, as lines of her cunt juices, and mixture of saliva kept her engorged clit, and dripping folds connected to one another, before they broke, sloppily falling downwards to the ground in disgusting tendrils. The Maid's loud heeled steps, coupled with the sound of her grotesque cock slapping against her thighs, once again pounded into Sci Fi's brain. This time it didn't cause terror, or smell of impending doom. No, this time? It radiated sheer dominance. That Snuff Maid was the one that was in control. The maid pulling out a thing of keys, and dragging it to the hefty looking padlock that kept the pillory of the guillotine in place - the loud click of what must have been a multiple-pound lock, barely audible through both of their panted breathes. The wood sounding.. sticky, as Snuff Housekeeper dragged it up. Splinters of the wood cascading down to the ground - blood having fused the two separate pieces of wood together from the long time of disuse. There were three grooves in the wood, one for the neck - and the other two clearly grooves for wrists. They looked so.. jagged and rough-hewn. As if someone had made certain it would stab into the skin. That any rough movements, would cause the user pain and fill their body with bits of blood-stained, old wood. "Get the fuck in there, Assassin. Lets see how that worthless outfit of yours, handles you kneeling with your back arched, and your neck digging into a fucking stock~." This was followed by Snuff Housekeeper extending her tongue out of her mouth, grinding the bent end of it against the underside of her own fucking chin. Slurping up audibly the mixture of saliva that was still clinging to her own messy set of sweat-soaked, saliva lathered teats. That massive cock of hers pre-cum seemingly.. changed. It was no longer runny and ever-so-lightly off color. It was an intense shade of shiver-inducing yellow. It was beyond clear that Snuff Housekeeper's arousal had gotten the best of her, having a wracking orgasm without even ramming it end. But it was also beyond clear, that her monster showed little to no signs of even lessening in girth. Dribbling and oozing what she had refused to let out from the kiss, in a steady stream. The stench of her body fluids reaching new heights as fresh ball batter who now lathering the floor once more.

 

[16:44] Sci-fi Slut looked slightly dazed still when she was getting talked to. Not necessarily thinking a lot about the fact that she was just called an assassin. She stepped up the three inch tall platform that the guillotine was on. The groove for the head and hands quite low down and close to the platform on the side she was standing on. While on the other side it had a bit more room, so that the head would fall once it was chopped. She gave Snuff Housekeeper a nervous little look before she got down on her knees. Her head rushing full of emotions. Most of all she was rather excited. But along with it, worry, fear and a certain kick out of doing as she was told. The floor was a little bit rough on her knees, but she didn't mind too much. Leaning forward and putting her hands gently on the wood. Feeling it to get an estimate for how rough it really was. She frowned slightly because it wasn't in excellent shape but it didn't matter too much to her. Since it would only be for a short amount of time. She placed her hands down in the grooves, resting her palms on the wood. Her breasts in the outfit being visible, but not really quite lewdly hanging. At most it would just be an enticing, but not very large bust. She started leaning down to place her neck in the right cut out but sat back up. Looking up at Snuff Housekeeper once more. And she shifted around and bit her lower lip. A burning need to touch herself but masturbating right now would be downright shameful, so she wasn't about to do that. "I'll need your word that you won't do anything. I'm won't be in there for any mischief or anything. Understood?"

 

[17:03] Snuff Housekeeper brown eyes glanced down at the Assassin as she tentatively placed her wrists within the grooves, palms against the 'smoother' wood that was beneath the grooves. It was rough against her skin, the simplest of movements causing pinpricks of glancing pain to shoot through her form. Snuff Housekeeper's breathes were rapid and panting, heavily lifting her teats upwards out of her chest, bulging against her skimpy maid outfit while she stared. Curling and twisting her length tongue in her mouth, visible running it along the outside of her gums, lathering her lips with a fresh layer of saliva every few seconds, fixated upon the Assassin as she was so close to the guillotine - and then she popped the question. The maid tilting her head to the side, briefly - as if not comprehending what she was asking, before sauntering up beside her. Her high heels clacking against the ground, as loud and as intimidating as ever. What came next, was a surprise - Snuff Housekeeper's fingertips, gracing over Sci-fi Slut's skull in an almost tender way, brushing the hair out of her eyes delicately. The maid letting out a soft, relaxed breathe. Her fingers brutally digging into her scalp, dragging her skull forward and slamming it into the neck hole of the pillory - followed swiftly by Snuff Housekeeper slamming the top half of the wooden restraints down, entrapping her wrists, and her head in it. Her large, plump ass falling to sit down against the edge of it, as her hands worked on the side to snap, click, and grind together the hefty mechanical and metal lock that kept the upper-half and lower-half tightly together. The way Snuff Housekeeper had decided to sit, the poor assassin quite quickly felt the top of her skull becoming heavy with weight - the weight of the Sadistic Maid's immense, hefty ball's resting atop her hair. It was a disgusting feeling, as the stench of palpable musk of alpha soaked into her brown locks. As she could feel her hair become slick with the intense layers of saliva, of old-cunt juices, of Snuff Housekeeper's fucking sweat, work its way down through the layers. It helped little that this was trailed behind by the woman's immense, cunt breaking cock slapping across her skull. Sticking to it. Not pulling away from its weight - but because of all the disgusting build up of pre-cum, and jizz coating the last half, that the maid insanely rubbed all over her dick. Coupled with it's fishy stench, assaulting her nostrils, the poor locked-in assassin was being used as nothing more than a ball-rest. A place to lay her dick and sac. A rag. The jostling of the guillotine could be heard, as the metal clanged out against the wooden frame. The dull blade hitting the sides as it swayed dangerously, but Snuff Housekeeper seemed to have no fear. Keeping her seat upon the pillory, as the assassin likely was bewildered.. If the stench of her lower half didn't get to her horny self. "Understood~. But what I consider mischief, and what you consider mischief are very different things.. And well... I'm always right." The maid calling down to her with a giggle, one of her free hands going up and kneading her fat teat. Sinking her fingers into her flesh through the nearly worthless-to-wear outfit.

 

[17:36] Sci-fi Slut looked up in almost a sort of odd admiration for Snuff Housekeeper. She was quite likeable in a way. Great assets, even though the cock could most ceirtantly kill people if she ever tried to use it she thought. Her own eyes looking up into hers. Enjoying the odd moment of closeness in a way. An odd rush from having her head held by the maid in such a way. Though when she was slammed into the pillory. Her hands slipping off into the grooves they were meant to go in. Rather then her palms resting on them. Her throat roughly hitting the thing as well made her eyes go wide as it was rather uncomfortable, feeling her breath cut off for a short moment. She'd cough a few times. Trying to pull her hands back out of the machine. With several small desperate noises. More as an instinctive reaction then anything. The heavy metal clicking of the padlock making her try to turn her head in the constrictive device with limited success. The rough wood on the collar, along with the fact that it was now pressed onto, and there was no air that it could project through, the wood being in the way. The device ceased to function. Her naked, horny body revealed in it's entirety, no underwear was worn, but on her lower back there was a leathery thing attached. With a knife placed in it But she had no shoes, which explained for why her own footsteps were so quiet. Her ass was trapped way above her own head. And was now on display for the world. She had seemingly no body hair at all. Even her groin was shaved clean. Though she was clearly ready for sex, it was practically dripping with her secretions. Her breasts, though not very impressive. Hung below her body in a quite lewd way. And the over all stance gave her body a bit of a curve. And she curled her toes. Groaning and shaking the device little. The only effect it really had was that Snuff Housekeeper's more jiggly bit shook. Though she panted very lightly afterwards. Gasping for a few seconds. She saw one of the legs sway across her face, not touching her. Wanting to look up at Snuff Housekeeper but being unable. Letting out a short little sound she'd cease her struggles. Opening her mouth to speak, but then feeling the pressure onto the back of her head, feeling sticky and wet. And then she could smell it. The smell she had smelled to a degree the entire time. And she was both disgusted along with the fact that it made her gasp loudly. Letting her breath out in a quite, horny little unsteady shiver.The huge cock slapping onto her head made her flinch slightly, as the thing was rather massive, and she could see it quite clearly. Making clear what the other weight had to be. She kept back her frustration. The glistening of the cock being her own juices to a degree, and she knew this. She looked briefly to either side to see if she could make a grab onto Snuff Housekeeper's legs. But they were too far off. So she had no option but to let the fact remain. She hadn't really felt this helpless before. And as scary as it was to be at someone's mercy like this, it was also a rather huge turn on. She considered saying a lot of things. Being quiet and still for a brief moment before she relaxed. Her hands going limp in the device. Fighting seemed useless right now, at least while she still sat on the device. So her neck rubbed onto the lower half a little bit as she breathed quietly. She took an other moment to contemplate what to say before saying. "Always right seems a bit of an overstatement..."

 

[17:59] Snuff Housekeeper body shivers in delight, the maid shuffling her weight back and forth on the pillory. The wood groaning underneath her body. The woman's churning balls slathering, gliding across her hair. Forcefully making her tilt her head this way and that, until the Maid brought herself still once more. She couldn't help but let out soft little moans at the woman's predicament, at how entirely easy it was to stuff her in this contraption made for killing. How completely, and utterly helpless the little horny slut was, turned her on immensely. Her cock pulsating and throbbing with the beat of her rapid heart. The strained wood was clamped down around her body parts quite tightly, and the little struggling she had done ripped open her skin and made blood flow freely form her wrists and neck. Not in copious amounts, and the pain wasn't earth shattering - but it was enough to instill a small amount of regret for her haphazard flailing, instead of just 'enjoying' the experience of what she now was. She could feel how even the barest movement of her neck, causes her lewd udders to shake and move delightfully underneath her. She could tell, just how exposed her rear end and cunt were to any one, and every one who wanted to see.  The maid suddenly lifting herself upwards - letting Sci-fi Slut's skull finally be comfortably upright in the pillory, before Snuff Housekeeper swayed her ass around, spinning on one foot in front of her, her girthy girl cock smacking against her thigh as she stopped, doing a full one-eighty. The stench was intense, and mere inches away from her face - and came quite closer, until it was smothering her. Snuff Housekeeper leaning forward over her scalp, letting the latter half of her thick dick slop against her nose, to dig in against her lips and mark her face with the mixture of disgusting fluids. A single inhale of Snuff Housekeeper's mating stench. Of her thick, viscous cum that was still dribbling out of her flared cockhead. Of her piss. Snuff Housekeeper planting one hand on Sci-fi Slut's shoulder blade, the other tracing down her spine until it hit the leather hilt of her knife - pulling it out, the glistening silver blade shimmering in the light. Clean, well-kept. A smirk on Snuff Housekeeper's lips as she dived the blade underneath the holster, and cut the thin straps that kept it to her body - flicking it off with the sharp tip of the blade, and letting it clatter down to the ground with a dull thud. The cold metal of the newly acquired knife, impossible to ignore. Especially so, because Snuff Housekeeper had planted the point against the curve of her arched spine, and was slowly dragging it up. A thin, red line of line crawling behind her, as the thing was sharper than a razor. The stinging pain, a newly acquired constant throb. "You know what else is an overstatement~? The amount of nativity is that pathetic little skull of yours, you brainless bitch~." Snuff Housekeeper said, her cock firmly planted against her skull, before she dragged away once more. Tendrils of pre-jizz and spunk connecting their bodies together for a few brief seconds, before cascading to the ground. "Do you really.. Honestly think I was going to keep you safe in there? That you were going to be fine?" The demented maid accenting these words, bringing the blade to her lips, and extending her long tongue. The thing droplets of Sci-fi Slut's blood that coated the tip, eagerly being licked off from the lengthy appendage. The red muscle adamantly soaking every metallic inch in layer of her glistening saliva. The Maid intentionally slicing open her tongue, a loud, wracking moan shaking through her voice as she brought her tongue back into her mouth, clearly sucking on the wound for a few brief seconds, giving Sci-fi Slut time. Letting the realization of what the assassin had just done. What she had let herself be put into. Just what this maid had in mind, as her eyes were clearly locked to her own eyes. Not her body. Not her dripping wet cunt, or lowly hanging teats... but the maid was looking solely at her. At her face. At her smooth neck~.

 

[18:10] Sci-fi Slut herself kept from moving too much. Letting out deep little groans as the cock was pressed against her face. She had been an idiot. But she was a bit too turned on and curious to actually care that she had make such a huge misstep. Sooner or later everyone died. She had just avoided it a great deal longer then most. She shuddered through her entire body. Letting out a deep, audible horny groan as the cock was pulled away. The tendrils breaking nigh instantly. She looked up into her eyes, though not with a great deal of fear. Mostly arousal and anticipation. She shook her head the little she could without damaging it further. Going back to relaxing, her hands limp in the thing. She couldn't really do much about the knife being pulled away. And the device that was holding it was cut away. Already looking somewhat surrendered to her fate. "Well... I had a faint hope. You could just be saying this to frighten me. For all I know in a few minutes of toying and teasing you might let me out for a deep kiss once more." She said with a raised eyebrow, trying to meet her gaze, but she lowered it fairly quickly. Looking down at the ground. Her soft and almost flawless neck, except for the part recently damaged once more exposed. She didn't feel like meeting the gaze of Lyda anymore. She closed her eyes firmly. Curling her toes up tightly. And tensed her body. Her not very long hair still covered most of her face and expression from Lyda. But she was clearly worried and tense for the blade hovering over her.

 

[18:32] Snuff Housekeeper raised an eyebrow at the girl as it was so apparent that she had.. accepted her fate. That her death that was coming, that she wasn't even fearful of it.. Simply, destitute. Not even capable of meeting the maid's eyes proper like anymore. That last response, giving poor little Snuff Housekeeper an idea. The Maid suddenly kneeling down in front of Sci-fi Slut, low - Her Majesty cock scrapping against the floor that was soaked in Her Majesty juices disgustingly, as it let out even more . Planting one hand on Her Majesty skull, forcing the Assassin to look upwards at the majestic Maid, as she bent forward. Nearly on all fours herself as their lips met, and Snuff Housekeeper once more shoved her tongue within her gaping mouth. Her long, dexterous appendage grinding against her waiting tongue. This time filling her mouth with warm saliva, and the metallic, oppressive tint of iron. Dominating her senses as the blood of another, as the open wound is dragged back and forth against her taste buds. The assassin's mouth, being used as receptacle for Snuff Housekeeper's fluids. Thick and gooey lines of saliva dripping down her mouth as Snuff Housekeeper intentionally made it overflow, to make her choke and gag on the sheer amount being forced down her throat... Before she felt the prick of the cold metal knife against her neck, barely there as the kiss dominated her perceptions. Snuff Housekeeper not pulling away for a second, as her right arm muscled and tensed, dragging downwards into her neck, right above her outfit-creating collar. The sharp edge of the knife suddenly becoming all the more real, as pain wracked through the Assassin's body. Snuff Houseekeeper's eyes wide and staring into her own as she began to pull down. The edge of the knife slicing through her neck cleanly, in a singular, slow pull down. Blood spraying out of the back of her neck, coating the wood in a fresh red sheen, gushing down in wave after wave of crimson all over the floor below. All over Snuff Housekeeper's knees, and her fucking monstrous cock that twitched and spasmed. Shiver's running up her spine, her tongue twisting and twirling around Sci-fi Slut's own. Forcing her to wrestle back, to move and scream against her tongue that filled her mouth, her sense of touch, her vision - with nothing more than Snuff Housekeeper for the last brief seconds she was alive. Snuff Housekeeper intentionally taking her time with the knife drag, not even an inch in - Sci-fi Slut still holding on to consciousness, as her blood seeped out from her by the gallon - before slashing it downwards. Slicing her vertebrae and the rest of her neck off, decapitating her. Snuff Housekeeper uncaringly throwing the knife away to press a hand against the cheek of the still-living skull. Her tongue deftly thrashing about inside Sci-fi Slut's own, kissing her long and deeply, the light slowly drifting from her eyes. Snuff Housekeeper's tongue scrapping the back of her throat not to taste her last meal, not to taste her inners... But to lap up the blood her throat spewed upwards in the last fraction of a second they were connected. To lather up and relish the flavor of someone else's iron rich life fluid. The hand that was once on Sci-fi Slut's chin, going upwards to dig into her locks of brown hair. Snuff Housekeeper's tongue dragging Sci-fi Slut's own out of her mouth. Breaking the sloppy, blood infused and demented kiss for a few brief second's. Snuff Housekeeper looking into her eye's. Looking as they kept their shine for their final brief seconds. Mouth agape, tongue hanging out whorishly... Before she bit down on it. Before the final thing Sci-fi Slut felt, as her vision went black? Was her tongue getting bit off, followed by the sound of brief chewing, and a heavy, bothered swallow. A lusty, pathetic moan crossing Snuff Housekeeper's lips as the woman finally died. Finally fucking lost all sense of consciousness.

 

[18:50] Sci-fi Slut rather didn't meet her gaze when lifted until she lent in for the kiss. Looking at her for the brief moment before their lips met. Her own expression being one of anxiety. She clearly didn't want it but ultimately she might as well enjoy one last kiss. Once again her tongue being bullied.  But she clearly wanted to enjoy this kiss for all it was worth. Pushing back on Snuff Housekeeper's tongue and sucking on it lightly while dragging her own tongue lazily on the underside of Snuff Housekeeper's. The groan of the knife being inserted into her neck being somewhat muffled, her face contorting in pain uncontrollably. Her hands twitching and then balling into fists. The blood pumping out with each of her rapid heartbeats. Each one making her perceptions duller and more sluggish. Finally she stopped kissing back. The knife slicing through her nerves made her body spasm slightly as it disrupted the electrical impulses sent by the brain. Making her body twitch for a brief moment before going completely slack and unresponsive. She opened her eyes, oddly enough she could still feel her body even as she was being lifted away for it for a brief moment. The drops of blood coming out of her neck being quite loud in her ears. Even as she faded out. Whatever pain being unimportant because everything was dull at that point. Responses to anything being completely irrelevant and not worth it. Not being able to keep coherent thought towards the end she just stared dully off into space, whatever light in her eyes was gone.

 

[19:32] Snuff Housekeeper stared at the lifeless skull, panting recklessly as her body quaked in orgasmic bliss, in sheer delight at what she had done. The loud splattering of blood from the head sounding like bangs against Snuff Housekeeper's mind. She had killed her. She had killed her, and she hadn't even bothered to fucking resist! Her cock was throbbing impulsively, needing a hole. Needing a hot, warm area to be railed into until her churning, head sized nuts were fucking empty. Snuff Housekeeper leaned forward and kissed the slowly growing cold lips lightly pecking them, before dropping it caringly. Letting it fall into the blood below with a dull thud, as Snuff Housekeeper's eyes latched to the headless stump that once was her neck, that was still standing 'upright' from leaning forward on the pillory. The maid didn't walk, she crawled on her hands and knees, soaking her palms in the blood and mix of jizz that coated the floor. Her breathes deep now, inhaling through her nostrils and exhaling out her mouth. One hand shakily reaching towards the hem of her own maid outfit - and ripping it. Finally freeing her obscene and oversized teats to the air. A quivering moan escaping Snuff Housekeeper's lips, finally reaching the body on the pedastel, and dragging the headless torso to her. Making it fall down ass-fist onto the ground with a splat from the layer of blood coating the floor. Her pale, white skin quicking becoming stained crimson. Snuff Housekeeper didn't care, her hand immediately groping and grabbing the edge of her sliced open neck. Trailing her thumb along the smooth edge, of the singular cut. Looking at the grotesque hole that exemplified her vertebrae, that showed off her esophagus that lead down to her stomach, and the split off of her trachea from it, to her lung. The singular membrane of flesh that protected her lungs from food, unable to move. Incapable of moving, now that the body no longer breathed. Now that she was fucking dead. Snuff Housekeeper's long tongue extended out of her mouth, quaking, dripping with her own, and Sci-fi Slut's blood. The intense desire to lick her neck clean almost overwhelming Snuff Housekeeper, before she regained the remnants of her composure - recalling why she dragged the body down, and finally brought herself up right, standing on her legs. Her knees quivering, looking as if they were to buckle at the merest moment, as her body spasm and quaked every few seconds. Her cock hanging down, throbbing with need as it was nearly just as thick as fucking neck. The wide ridge's circumfrence wider  than her neck, Snuff Housekeeper aiming it downwards, both of her hands firmly gripping opposite sides of her neck hole, as the tip pressed against her esophagus. The warmth of her body, forcing yet another moan to escape her lips. She could no longer hold herself back now, gripping harshly she lifted her torso upright, uncaring of what ripped, tore, or bled out, as her neck was filled with nothing more than Snuff Housekeeper's oversized dick, spearing its way through and down into her stomach. Causing it to bulge obscenely from the immense girth and size that was pummeled down into it. Snuff Housekeeper could feel her stomach acids and her last meal churning against her cock head, causing her to hiss ever so lightly in a pleasant pain - but she didn't care. Now that it was firmly hilted? Now that her cock was so deep inside of her lifeless body? Her inhibitions left her, the neck hole firmly embedded against her balls - she wrenched her hips upwards, removing half of her cock from the throat hole. Layered in blood, coated in muscous members and stomach fluids - before ramming it back in. Again. And again. And again. And again. And again. The maid no longer seeing this hole as apart of a human. As part of something worth protecting from bruising or harm. This was her new dick-sleeve. And she was going to break it in, until it broke.

 

Hours passed underneath the intense ministrations of the panting, half-sobbing, half-moaning Maid. Her body coated in blood and sweat, as she came for the last time. She had long ago lost count of how many spurts, jets, and gallons of cum she had unleashed into this poor girl's body. It bubbled up and gushed from her collared neck hole. Her stomach was bloated and full, looking months pregnant from the sheer amount. It was in a massive puddle around them, flowing into the grate that was meant to catch all the blood that leaked from her body - but was now quickly becoming a repository for spunk. Every move Snuff Housekeeper made of her cock, made it clear from the hole - to the depths of her stomach - was nothing but disgusting, yellow and thick seed, and this last wave was enough for the maid. Her cock slowly growing flaccid, shrinking ever-so-slightly in size from the lust-filled, rampant masturbation. A huff escaping her lips, her hands finally releasing the edges of her neck - and instead going for the collar that still blinked with energy every few  moments. Tugging on the clasp, she pulled it off of the remnants of Sci-fi Slut's neck, and dragged it onto the base of her cock. Tightening it around her massive member, and with a pain-filled moan pressed a few buttons on the collar, as it latched itself to her body. A holographic image flickering - not even of Sci-fi Slut's outfit. But some obscene, gaudy thing that only the maid would find 'comforting' to 'wear'. That would be impossible to put on by any real human. The remnants of her semen-caked, blood infused maid outfit and ripped apart nylon stockings visible underneath the image, ruining it somewhat, which only caused Snuff Housekeeper to smirk. Now she had a reason to honestly walk in the nude, as her excavated her cock from the ruined hole - a spray of jizz gushing out of her neck, coating Snuff Housekeeper's own face and breasts in the yellowish fluid. This only causing the maid to extend her long tongue, and lick a wide berth of her face clean in a large circle, dragging the spunk within her mouth and letting out a quivering moan as she swallowed the chunky substance. The Maid pushing the now entirely nude, cum-leaking and blood-soaked body to the side. Letting it rest on it's shoulder and legs, as she picked up the skull.... looking at it with such warmth, such an odd amount of happiness.

 

"Now.. Let's go get ready to be added to my collection, shall we~?"