"Ambition - a story from my 'Last Killer' world (ultra-consen" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/1sVcwVsZ Created on: Wednesday 11th of December 2019 08:58:04 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:04:43 AM UTC Ambition - a story from my 'Last Killer' world (ultra-consensual) « on: December 05, 2019, 03:23:54 AM » ReplyQuote Been horny and frustrated for a bit, thought I would let some of the depravity out in writing form. Ambition “Really?,” I asked of the gorgeous silvery haired woman lying prostrate and spread eagled in front of me; the discarded shreds of her red bikini draped upon the divan as her slick and glistening fingers slid rhythmically in and out of her sopping cunt. “Yes,” she smiled. “I want to be the most beautiful dead fucked body at the top of a pile of used women.” I knew the effect that I tended to have on women but this was one of the first times I had encountered one who did not want me to simply have my way with her and then be gone (in one way or another). Samantha had an ambition and it was strong enough to override the casual ‘fuck and dispose’ that I usually came across. She had told me about it when I had entered her house to find her and her sister in the rear pool swimming and sunbathing. Her sister had swum over readily enough to start sucking my cock but Samantha had held back and sent coos and teasing little splashes towards us. Even when I laid her sister out next to the pool and cut away her bikini with my knife to start fucking her Samantha had only raised her head and elbows out of the water to chit chat about how cute her sister looked with my dick inside her and her body glistening in the sun. Samantha had smiled wide eyed as my knife glided up through the flesh of her sister’s belly as that sapphic sibling begged me to fill her heart with steel at the same time as my cock filled her pussy with cum. Samantha and I had left her body there to redden the water of the pool to have a snack and a drink inside and during that interlude I took the time to ask her why she hadn’t joined her sister and I in that terminal tumble. It was then that Samantha had reclined on that white divan chair and began to tell me about her fantasy to not merely be a satiation of lust and bloodletting but to be a queen of lust and bloodletting, laid out upon a pile of used slaves. As she explained her ambition her cheeks became more and more flushed until she had had to rip off her bikini and tend to her inflamed clit. I took some time to admire her writhings. A beautiful buxom woman of fine slender curves and toned physique. “I think I may be able to make your dream come true...” I said with a serpentine wink. In response she threw back her head with a huffing breath as I watched the firm muscles of her thighs clench together and her back arch to heave her breasts skyward in the universal affirmation of a glorious orgasm “... but I think I better let you clean up for a bit first.” There are lots of places you can go to leave a pile. A grocery store, a busy storefront, a popular restaurant, or a nightclub. Nightclubs are by far the easiest places to do so but I find that for nuance and the savory flavor of shy awkwardness there is no place to go but somewhere that you would least expect sex of any variety. My ability or the nature of my world, I’ve not yet discovered which it is, always has a cute little trouble of failing to overwhelm in situations like that without some warm up. And so Samatha came freshly showered downstairs wearing little more than a sexy set of black bra, panties, thigh high pantyhose, and a leash whose lead was clenched in her jaws (I thought that was a nice touch). She bent over submissively and let the lead of the leash fall into my outstretched palm and in an eager voice inquired ‘So where am I going to die master?’ I leaned over conspiratorially, “When was the last time you went back to school?” St. Mary’s College has a lovely campus, old brick buildings, and a fine white bell tower on the main lecturing hall. The thing I love about the place is that there is a strict uniform code which is damnably odd for a higher learning center. I go there when I feel like I want to bleed highschool girls but don’t want the queasy feeling of thinking about underage meat. So around one o’clock I found myself leading my black lingere’d slut onto a campus full of lovely young women in plaid skirts, white shirts, and black ties. Tool bag in hand and snuffslut in the other I made my way to a nice medium sized lecture room. I would have gone for a main hall but quite frankly I wanted a pile and not a pyramid. Samantha was cute and all but it was early afternoon and this was a cute favor and not a Bacchanalia festival. I opened the door to find exactly what I wanted, a room full of attractive ladies in schoolgirl uniforms in varying states of attention staring at a middle aged woman in grey business attire lecturing about what seemed to be some aspect of the Reformation in Europe. A host of heads swiveled towards us as we entered but I pursed my lips and laid a vertical finger in the well known shush gesture and a ripple of calm spread throughout the entire classroom. The professor barely skipped a syllable before instantly resuming her lecture. I pulled Samantha’s leash in close and her head slid towards mine. I noted her eyes scanning the gorgeous coeds in front of her as she involuntarily licked her lips. “How’s this? You think you’d like to be the hottest body on a pile made of their willing flesh?” “Oh god,” Samantha’s hands slid up and down her thighs and her breathing became heavier, “yes.” “Ok sweety, you just stack them where you want me to snuff you and display your horny dead cunt to the world.” Samantha mutely nodded as her left hand slid into her bra to grab her tit. Now on to the part I love. Everyone knows you’re not supposed to fuck in class, everyone knows you’re definitely not supposed to snuff someone in class. But they can’t help it, they want it. They know they’re just disposable for me. They know on a genetic level that this is why they were born. I sidled up to the first desk. The cute brunette seated there scanned me repeatedly with several sidelong glances seemingly trying to observe my advance and keep paying attention to the lecture at the same time. She seemed about to speak but again I made the shush gesture and she stared meekly forward. I leaned close to her ear. “My little snufflut over there wants to ride a pile of sweet carved flesh,” I reached down to grope the coed’s tit through her white button down shirt. She tensed and inhaled sharply as my palm rolled over her nipple. “Do you want to be a part of the pile?” The girl let out her breath and gave a sweet little nod while not taking her eyes off the lecturer, after all, everybody knows you don’t stop paying attention to the teacher. “How do you want me to do you?” I whispered into her ear as I gave the lobe a tiny playful lick. Her hand reached up from her notepad and lightly gripped her throat. I smiled and pulled a wire garrote out of my tool bag. My little brunette plaything let her hands fall into her lap as I looped the wire around her throat. She pushed down on her skirt to rub herself through the fabric as I pulled the wire tight. Samantha watched with heaving breaths as the cute little schoolgirl was snuffed. The tight wire split her skin into two hues of lovely flesh. One lightly tanned and vivacious and the other a red blue and struggling for air. The girl’s hands strove downwards, trying to stimulate her pussy through her plaid skirt and panties. Her bulging eyes and gasping mouth screamed a warning of her ordeal as around her classmates continued to stare at the professor and scribble notes. Eventually the girl’s struggles ceased and I kept the garrote tight for another minute before releasing her limp form. Samantha’s lower jaw trembled in excitement and her hips swayed seductively as she sache'd forward to collect her corpse’s foundation stone. I meanwhile slid my tool bag back one space to the long haired redhead seated behind the brunette’s corpse. She was breathing heavily and had a distracted look on her face as she continued to stare at the still lecturing professor. As I leaned down to deliver my deadly whisped I noticed that the last note she had taken had nothing to do with the Reformation. ‘So hot!!!’ was scrawled at the bottom of her last lines. There was a thump as Samantha dragged the brunette’s corpse to the front of the classroom. The lecturing professor casually stepped aside to give the scantily clad woman more room to deposit the body. During this time I had delivered my strangely seductive question to the lovely redhead and received the same cute nod in response. “How do you want me to do you?” I whispered as before. The redhead’s pen scrawled a new note at the bottom of the page, a picture of a knife. I drew a blade from my toolbag and leaned in close once more. I positioned the blade in front of the girl. “This look ok?,” I inquired. Another quick cute nod as the girl continued to look at the professor. “Where do you want it?” The redhead’s hands went to the sides of her skirt and she shimmied in her seat as she pulled it up revealing her white cotton panties beneath. With a smooth motion she pulled them aside revealing her red furred pussy and then she closed her eyes as she sank two fingers deep inside herself. “Dirty girl.” I whispered. “Move your hand.” Her fingered retreated trailing glistening cunny juice as I lowered my knife into position in front of her slit. I heard a light popping sound and saw the coed in the next row over had unfixed a button on her blouse and slid a hand in to fondle her breast as she distractedly glanced over to watch me work. “This is going to hurt,” I told the redhead as my knife began the slow slide into her tight cunt. Her mouth went wide as the edges carved into her velvety insides and I covered her mouth with my other hand to stifle any cry and ruin this charming scene of a beauty having her pussy impaled with a blade in full view of her classmates as life continued on around us, uncaring but not quite unknowing. After a few moments of holding the knife still inside the quivering girl I became aware of an unexpected motion. The redhead was undulating her hips and began fucking herself with the knife. I smiled and held the blade there as her blood welled out and over my hand. Samantha had come closer to collect her next brick and stared open mouthed at the red head, a dark spot of hot wet excitement visible on her black pantied as she watched the young girl fuck herself to death on my blade. I felt the redhead’s thighs begin to quiver and as they clamped shut on my wrist as the girl orgasmed I gave the blade a mighty shove and twist. The redhead’s skin was ghostly pale from blood loss as her eyes went wide with the mid climax invasion of my blade. I don’t know if she died right then or had simply blown a mental fuse since as her legs unclamped she sagged down in the chair and stirred no more. Either way I motioned Samantha to collect the next piece of her pedestal and I moved on to the next girl. The slender asian behind the redhead had been playing with herself as she had watched her classmate spread her legs in invitation of my blade. My whispered inquiry was not needed as she raised her unoccupied hand to make a slashing motion across her throat as she viewed me with her pleading eyes. Simple enough, and I moved into position. I waited for her gasp and arching back before I drew my knife deeply across her throat. A playful gurgle was emitted as the asian’s hips bucked and the professor added another date to the timeline of her notes before her increasingly distracted class. By now several of the coeds were either squeezing their breasts through pale fabric or teasing their clits with free hands through cotton panties as a third body joined the pile at the front of the classroom. The next girl gestured a line from her slit to her throat with heaving breaths as I approached and within moments a girl in the middle row had to wipe away a blood droplet from her meticulous notes that had flown as I gutted her classmate. I worked my way down the line of desks and chairs working right away on eager snuffettes or whispering in ears to receive a little anxious nod and a description of what they wanted me to do to their hot little bodies. An auburn haired vixen had drawn a picture of a cock when I asked her and seeing as how I was quite excited by the time I had reached her I was happy to oblige. I delved into my pants and freed my member to the rapid sidelong glance of many of the remaining girls’ heads. The auburn haired girl smiled as she pulled her shirt open and took me into her mouth. A few of the coeds had already begun to place themselves in varying states of undress while waiting for me to take care of them and grow the pile that was building in the front of the room. The auburn haired girl was doing a fine job and her tits were rocking pleasantly when I decided it was time for her to join her classmates. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her entirely down on my while she let out a low moan before her air was cut off completely. I rocked my hips and let my cock roll around inside her throat as I felt her gag around me. Her hands squeezed her breasts with weakening strength as the minutes passed and her muscles tensed pleasantly around my length. Finally her eyes rolled back in her head as I gripped it and she passed out. I slid shallowly in and out of her throat, fucking her all but dead face for a few more minutes until I was sure she was beyond any resuscitation. One buxom blonde I slid up to had fully opened her blouse and discarded her bra to let her full glorious tits bounce pleasantly as she squeezed them with greedy lust inflamed fingers. “I want you to cut them off,” she whispered to me, afraid of interrupting the ongoing lecture. “Then can you cut my nipples off and put them up my cunt? I don’t care what happens after that.” Smiling I pinched her nipple and hauled one of those great pendulous mounds high up so I could slide my knife beneath it. Then with a slow sawing motion I began to grant her wish. She gasped and squealed mutedly as I slowly parted her tit from her chest, after all it’s bad manners to interrupt or make noise in class. She breathed rapidly and clasped her opposite hand over her mouth to hide the sound of her rapture from interrupting everyone. The great orb peeled further and further away until at last my slow slices parted the last flap of skin that was holding it to her chest. The blonde stared in wondrous carnal astonishment at her severed tit as I dangled it before her. Horny classmates cast giggly sidelong glances at us. Carefully I turned the severed breast around to face it’s astonished former owner. I brought it close and ran the erect nipple slowly up the blonde’s chin towards her wide eyed mouth. Carefully I ran it up and over her sensitive lower lip as her tongue curled out to meet her own former nipple. She teased it with her tongue and swirled around her severed areola. Then her mouth moved forward and she began to suckle in earnest on her own severed tit. For a few minutes I watched as the red chested girl played with her own tit as if it belonged to a lover before I gently pulled it from her lips. She kept staring at it as I placed the tit down in front of her, obscuring the last scribbles of her notes with the trickle of blood trailing from it. Then I took her hand in mine and pushed my knife into it. I guided her hand holding the blade toward the succulent nipple. “You do it,” I whispered. “I’ll help you.” Her hand slid forward, the edge of the knife pushing down where the areola merged with the breast and in a smooth motion the nipple was severed free. I took the knife back and opened her palm. She stared wide eyed and unbelieving as I placed the nipple into her open hand before gripping her wrist and guiding her hand down towards her gushing cunt. I watched the nipple slide forward in her hand as I knew it would until she gripped it with middle and index finger along with her thumb. “Put it inside you,” I commanded. The blond inhaled sharply and closed her eyes as the rapturous wave of orgasm washed over her from head to toe. “Oh god!,” she gasped, “this is perfect. Now, do me now!” I rammed my knife into her throat as the last waves of her supreme orgasm concluded their torrential wave through the blonde’s body. She sagged back with an expression of holy fulfillment upon her face. I took a little break at that point to have a drink from my water bottle and watch Samantha haul the blonde’s corpse on top of her pile. I noticed that Samantha had discarded her own bra somewhere in the middle of watching that display and I enjoyed the sway of her tits as she worked. A few more coeds followed then merrily fondling themselves in front of the class as they were strangled or sliced before their cute corpses joined the pile. Finally I knelt down next to a hot little number with purple dyed hair, black lipstick, and a few fashion choices to tell me that she probably preferred a more goth look when she wasn’t in the school uniform. She turned her gaze to look me in the eyes and in a sultry whisper told me “I want you to fuck my brains out.” I gave her a quizzical look until she raised her arm and tapped two fingers on the side of her head. Ah. Now this was an odd request but oddly not the first time it had happened. Ages ago a redhead I dimly recall as being named Paige and I had worked to come up with a way to do this but, um… it wasn’t a quiet procedure. I don’t know why but after snuffing so many cute coeds in their class I seemed to have picked up a little of their own apprehensiveness about interrupting the lecture. I have no idea why but somehow it niggled at me as the professor drew a line between two of her key points on the whiteboard to show their connection. The would be goth girl opened up her shirt to let her modest breasts out as I removed the small battery powered drill and hole saw which was just the right diameter for my cock from the bag. I fitted the bit as she slid her panties aside and slid her fingers in. By the time I placed the bit against her head just behind her temple she was breathing heavily with feral expectation. I looked to my left and then to my right as if I was about to steal a cookie from the jar and pulled the trigger. An intense gasp left the goth’s mouth as the drill burrowed into her skull and I felt for the tension as I did not want the circular hole saw bit to dig into her brain. That was a job for my cock alone. The whirring of the drill filled the room and within a few moments I felt the give as the circle of skull was severed from the main bone. I withdrew the drill to a room of dead silence and as I put it down with exaggerated care I noticed the professor was leaning forward with hands on hips and a disapproving stare as I straightened up and once more unsheathed my cock. “Sorry,” I said sheepishly with a little wave as I smiled at the professor. With a little aggravated shake of her head she began lecturing again. My little goth girl was staring forward in lusty anticipation as her fingers massaged her gushing pussy. I lined up my cock with the trickling hole and slid the full length of my rod into her brain. There was a satisfied gurgle from my victim as the pulsing veined intruder severed the synapses that made her personality. Though I could not see it, I knew that the girl’s eyes would be crossed and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as I proceeded to fuck everything that made her a unique feeling individual into oblivion. I pistoned in and out of her gray matter as the lecture continued and the girl behind her lost all composure and lifted her legs up onto her desk to openly masturbate to the sight of her classmate’s skull being turned into a sleeve for my cock to be pleasured in. I carried on for quite a while as what was left of the goth girl continued to drool and finger itself. Eventually her hand slid out of her gushing slit and only wobbled back and forth as I continued to ream the hole in her skull. As tempting as it was to fill her mind with cum I had promised that to Samantha and I withdrew my throbbing member in time to merely whet my excitement and not consummate it. “Just take my fucking head off,” said the horny masturbating girl in the seat behind as she leaned back to expose her throat. “Ohhhhhh…” exhaled the last coed as I buried my knife into the leftmost of the two open holes where her tits had been a moment before and into her heart. By now Samantha was completely naked save for the thigh high black stockings which on her inner legs were soaked with the juices she was gushing with in her mounting excitement. “And that concludes today’s lecture on the Reformation…” uttered the professor, “ tomorrow’s lecture will be on…. Oh…. never mind,” she completed as she gazed across the blood stained room to see that all of her students were heaped with rapturous rictuses on their faces in a great pile at the front of the room just before the lecturer’s desk. “Will you be needing me too?,” she inquired hopefully. “Absolutely,” I said, “strip down and I’ll get to you.” The professor began to obligingly shed her business attire as I stretched out my hand towards Samantha. “Thanks so much for this,” she smile as she bounced eagerly over to me, her bobbing breasts pertly inviting. “You’re welcome, now lay down.” Samantha sidled her sexy ass on top of the mound of pretty corpses and spread her legs. “Wow the blood makes them slippery. Now I’m going to be on top right?,” She asked while giving a wary glance at the rapidly denuding professor. “Of course sweety. Your sexy well fucked body will be on display at the very top.” “Oh good. Mmmmm, now come put your cock into me and make me a corpse.” I didn’t need any more invitation. I clambered up (wow it was slippery, I’d have to be careful), and slid my full length into her. Samantha coo’d and rocked her hips delightfully as I thrust in and out of her wetness, endeavoring to explore every inch of her inner folds. Beside us the professor sat herself on the desk and explored her own pussy with her fingers as she watched us fuck in earnest. Our pace slowed and quickened, each of us wanted the hard work of pile building to be enjoyed to the fullest until finally I began to feel myself reach my climax. Samantha seemed to sense it too and she rocked her hips even harder. “Yes baby,” she moaned, “I can feel you. Fill my hot cunt with cum and then leave my sexy body here like the disposable whore I am! Use me! Use my cunt!” With that I erupted inside her and slid my knife into her throat. Hot spurt followed hot spurt and with each fresh surge of cum I stabbed her again and again. Breast, breast, belly, side I rode the tide of my orgasm to ecstasy as she rode it to oblivion. Beside us the professor cried out with her fingers buried inside her. “Ahhhh!,” I roared at the culmination of my experience. I slid off of Samantha’s beautiful butchered meat. “That was…,” I took a breath, “...a really fun afternoon. You...” I gestured to the professor, “come here.” The professor slid off the desk. Not a bad looking woman for an older gal. She was someone’s hot mom for sure. “I need to make sure Samantha can’t slide off. Get down here, put your tongue in her pussy and wedge your arms into the pile so you can’t slide off and act like a little stopping seat for her.” The professor seductively complied, wriggling herself into place before thrusting her tongue deep into Samantha’s pussy with a throaty moan. “Can you get free?” I asked. I watched the professor wriggle before she uttered a “Um unnnnn” which was muffled by the cooling lips of Samantha’s dead cunt. “Ok good.” I walked up behind her and stabbed her several times in the back, piercing both lungs. “Now you just lie there and enjoy sucking my cum out of her as your lungs fill with blood and you die.” “Mmmmmm,” came the satisfied moan from the doomed woman. I gathered the clothes I had shed during the little party, discarding those which were simply too bloodstained to bother with. I always kept a spare set in the car anyways. With a quick sip from my water bottle and a nice stretch I exited the classroom quietly with the sounds of the soon to be dead professor happily slurping cum out of Samantha’s corpse fading behind me.