F4A - Menage a mort

F4A - Menage a mort

She can still remember her first time.

Which?

All of them, really.

There was the first time she talked another girl into licking her cunt. Or the first time she let a dick inside it. But the first time that still gets her off, screaming?

That’s the first time she held a gun to someone’s head.

But it wasn’t like you think.

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    Did you really have permission?

    Yes, of course. I wouldn’t have done it otherwise. I always get consent.

    Do you really think you can have someone’s consent to kill them?

    Would you prefer to think of it as assisted suicide?

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She met him and their first her during college. She and he met in Introduction to Earth Science, they met her through mutual friends. It was a fast and thick bond, the trio inseparable. He had an apartment and the two women moved in after just a few weeks, the kind of intense relationship that campuses seemed to foster. They fucked with abandon, nightly at least, often more. There was a clear hierarchy. She was on top, then him, then her. Their little pet, their little girl, their little chick, baby, pet.

By the next year, their pet dropped out to take care of the apartment and them. Their pet would do anything for the two of them.

She was the first.

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    Who suggested it first?

    He did. He wanted to know what it would be like to watch someone die. I wanted to know what it was like to kill.

    And she offered?

    Instantly. There wasn’t any hesitation. We’d spent two years loving her. I still love her. I miss her, you know.

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He fucked their pet from behind. They had agreed she should go out *la petite mort* or rather, during one. In hindsight, she thought it was the sort of pretentiously ridiculous artfuck thing a bunch of college students would come up with, but, well, they fit that bill, didn’t they? They had sex for a while, the loaded gun sitting carefully in its case by the bed. She came several time as her lover licked her, her quick and brilliant tongue diving in and out of the center of her, bringing her to easy orgasm. She missed that tongue.

But she let him fuck just her for a while, to get her truly lost to the world. She didn’t need to see the gun. They loved her, they didn’t want her to be afraid.

They just wanted her to die.

The problem, of course, with finding a kink like snuff, is that you can only kill someone once.

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    But you killed her?

    Of course I did. She asked me to.

    And the others?

    They all asked. I never do anything without permission.