I Told You So (nonconsensual snuff, Reluctantly consensual snuff, torture)

Jenna and Suzie were the odd couple of friend.

Jenna was a hard-core goth chick since the age of 10. Always adorned in black from head to toe, with pale suple skin. Her hair was naturally black, a her eyes a rare cobalt blue. It was a rare event if her outfits didn't include torn fishnets in some form.

Jenna body also boasted a lush figure. She had large massive tits, the G cups she bought were also about two sizes too small and she would always pour out of them. She eventually accept the fact she was not meant for bra's and accepted the back pain and the endless attention of every man she encountered. This was compound by the rest of figure and average heights.

Suzie on the other hand the preppy dippy girl, that live life with an extreme level of naivety. She has was extremely nice, dangerously trusting of every person she ever met, and an all around idiot to boot. One would think her red hair was a color job hiding luscious blonde locks. But Suzie loved to dispel such talk by showing off her full red landing strip to anyone, anywhere.

She herself was well figured but nothing like Jenna. She lovingly flaunted natural double D tits, and show them off as much as she did her bush. She was much more sexually promiscuous than Jenna. She rarely refused a sexual request and was frequently getting dicked down in the bathrooms of her college, and sometimes in commons. Usually by guys she never met and didn't know.

But Jenna usually went along to watch, and more so protect Suzie from anything happening. Jenna would occasionally join the fun when she got too horny herself.

They were walking back to their apartment together from the freshman year college. Suzie was talking about the new guy she wanted to creampie her. Jenna noticed a man, handsome but suspicious, standing at the entrance to an ally they were approaching. "Let's cross the street here," she suggested.

"Why? We always walk on this side of the street." Suzie replied.

"I don't like the look of that guy," Jenna said pointing out the man.

"You don't like the look of anyone," said Suzie walking on. "HI!" She said to strange man closing the distance and bouncing her tits to get his attention. This was unnecessary as they had had his attention for a while.

"Could I interest you ladies in a quickie ally train with my friends?" he asked gesturing to his 15 friends further down the ally.

"Fuck yeah!" Said Suzie with eager laungh and smile.

"No Suzie, this a stupid and dangerous. And there have been girls our age killed around here over the passed couple of years. Don't trust this guy."

"Their not going to kill us in broad day light on the street. Come on, get real. You could truly control the world and never work a day if you would loosen up and use the body god gave you. Open your legs a little. They fuck women like us. And give everything we want. And I want fucked, and right now I want fucked by 16 guys in a dirty back ally," Suzie said walking down the ally taking her clothes off and flirting with the guys.

They all started walking further down the ally. Jenna stood there with the stranger. He kept look down at her. "I'm right..." she said turning to look up at him. "Aren't I?"

"You are." He said in a gentle voice that suprised her. She look back down the ally just in time to see the group turn round a corner out of view.

"I don't suppose you will let me walk away if I promise not to tell anyone?" She said looking back up at him. He gently shook his head no. She look back down the ally of her doom and sigh heavily. "OK. But... can I make a couple of requests?"

"Sure."

"I don't want a train run on me. And my death needs to be slow and started first, before hers so that she knows that I was right and she was wrong. Can you make any of those happen?"

"Yes, I can accommodate all of those requests."

"Thank you," she said. He took her by the hand. She was suprised at how gentle and nice he was. As they walked down the ally she could hear Suzie laugh and giggle. Forplay was in full swing when they came round the corner.

The other man looked up at the man she was with and he signaled them to wait. It was clear to her now that he was the alpha. Jenna began taking her clothes off. "Can I keep my fishnets on? They are open crotch."

"I would prefer it," said the stranger.

"Finally letting your inner slut take wheel Jenna?"

"No, he's going to start my slow death somehow in just a minute then I am going to stand, or sit here and watch you be raped, tortured and murdered by these 15 other guys."

"Always with the negative outlook on life. I really don't know how you do it. But maybe that is why we are friends, we balance each other out." Said Suzie taking a massive suck on one the mens balls.

The stranger tap Jenna on her bare arm and pionted to a selection that Suzie couldn't see. It was a slection of edged weapons. Jenna selected a long slender blade for her death. "What is your name?" She asked.

"John," he said with a whisper holding out his hand. She took it and gave it a shake. "I'm Jenna." She replied.

"Where do you want it slipped into?"

Jenna lifted her massive right tit, she was suprised that her nipples where hard enough to stand straight out. "Between these two ribs. And leave the knife it, I will rest my tit on it."

"OK," John said kissing her forehead. Again she was suprised with his gentleness. "Let's begin."

Jenna turned around to face Suzie who had just come up for air from a deep throat. "What is it?" She asked with a smile.

"Just watch," she said.

Suzie saw the knife in John's hand. "What is that for?" Jenna lifted her right tit, John stepped to the side so the Suzie could see.

"I told you so," Jenna said with a faint smile that faded quickly when John slowly slide the knife in between Jenna's ribs and puncturing her right lung. Her eyes shot up to meet John's, who gave her an assuring look that everything was ok.

"What the..." Suzie was muzzled by the other men who stuffed her bra and panties deep into her throat.

Jenna slowly lowered her tit onto the knife causing it move slightly. John moved around to the other side of Jenna and placed his arm around her, again surprisingly gentle. She layed her head on his chest and watched Suzie's murder.

The other men took turns kicking Suzie around as she failed to defender herself, wailing through the bra and panties her mouth. She looked at Jenna for help. Jenna was paler than her normal self. She just shrugged, which sent waves of pain through her body as the knife moved.

They continued to to beat her round the circle while Jenna cuddle gently with her killer. She never tremble in fear. She felt oddly safe with him, even though he had started her down the slow road of death. She found herself playing with herself. She would squeeze her tit around the knife it rested on. He would occasionally kissed her head.

Soon the kicking circle was done. Suzie was thrown on a pile of trash and her train ride began. Each guy spent a few minutes slamming themselves deep inside of Suzie. When they turn was was up they each gave Suzie three hard punches to her face. She moaned and wailed in pain... for the first two or three train engines.

She was awake and fully aware, but something inside Suzie broke. She was catatonic. She was completely immobile and provided no further resistance. Perhaps she had resigned to her fate, perhaps it was a traumatic brain injury. At this point no really cared anymore. There was nothing to care about, all the men cared about was dumping their loads inside their toy in it is final minutes of life.

With each cum dump the hits got harder, stronger, and more violent. Suzie's face was now a swollen mass of purple. Few of her once beautiful facial features were recognizable. "I told you so," Jenna said weakly softly to herself.

John heard her. He gave her left tit and squeeze as he kissed on the lips for the first time in the brief and soon to be over relationship. Again it wa surprisingly gently. More surprising Jenna felt that she was in love, more so she felt what she though was love in return.

She was so wrapped up in the thoughts of a dying goth girl that she hadn't realized that Suzie had died. He skull had caved in from repeated hard blows and multiple fractures. Brain matter ooze from every opening of her head, while multiple loads of cum dripped from her ravaged cum dumpster. She was laying life on a pile of trash in the ally. The other men, still hard, still dripping with cum looked with pride at the corpse they had created.

They turned and looked at Jenna. Cradled by John, and dying slowing, growing weaker and paler by the minute. They started toward her. But John held up his hand to halt them. They listened. "This is mine and mine alone. You guys take out the trash. I'll call you guys tomorrow."

Again they listened. A couple of them picked Suzie up and threw her in a dumpster. The collected her belongs and the threw them in with her. They then covered her with trash, got dressed and quietly left the ally.

It was now just the two of them. They stood there together quietly for a few minutes. "There's an old mattress over there," John said pionting to a corner of the ally courtyard. "Want to go lay down and get dumped in?"

Jenna silently shook her head yes looking at the dirty stained mattress. She was much weaker than she thought. He helped her over by supporting much of her wait. He eased her down gently. "Thank you," she managed to sputter out.

"You're welcome," he said just before applying a massive and slightly painful amount of suction to her left nipple. He went down on her dying clit for 20 minutes. She cam intensely, repeatedly. Each time more painful as the knife moved.

It was already getting hard for her to breath. Keeping the knife in place extended her life longer than it would have been normal. Her eyes went wide with pain, pleasure and excitement when he slipped himself inside of her cum dumpster.

He thrust fast and hard. This was the first time he had been rough with her and in reality this was nothing compared to the other man that roughed up her cum dumpster simply because she was goth and must like it rough.

She enjoyed the gentle, romantic sensuality of this dickdown. She wanted it to continue to the moment of death. She thought about how much she enjoy watching another women be murdered while she herself was dying. These thoguhts of a dying goth girl caused her considerable pleasure amplified by the massive cock inside of her. Her tits bouncing around with every thrust. She cam intenstly, squirming around his cock.

John smiled and kissed. His thrust quickened steadily, and knife moved around inside her chest, shredding her right lung even move as the knife was knocked around by her massive tit. John dumped deep inside Jenna.

Their eyes met, but their was still considerable life left in Jenna. "Do you want to die here?" John asked. Jenna shook her head no. John was still naked and on top of her. His cock still hard and throbbing inside of her. Her torn fishnet legs wrapped around him to hold him close. "Would you like to go out some time? On a date I mean?"

The absurdity of the question made her giggle weakly, and painfully. One of the few noises she dare make. He was asking out the girl he had murdered 20 minutes ago, before he had just fucked and dumped inside. "Sure," she said with great difficulty.

This gave her a new burst of energy, though she could still feel drain and grip of death. John picked up her clothing and threw it away. He helped her stand and covered her with a large trench coat and they walk out of the ally together to his car.

Her tits perfectly hide the knife in her chest under the coat. He helped into the front seat. They drove around until Jenna picked a place to eat. A busy diner where no one would know them and no one would remember them come the next morning.

The waitress, a goth herself, complemented Jenna on her paleness and was herself envious. With all her strength said aloud "I blood let". John and Jenna sat talking quietly over their dinners. John was had an intense hunger. Jenna, dying had little, but she nibbled. Soon she blacked out.

She barley awoke a few hours later. The first thing she saw was the goth waitress from the diner. She was completely naked with cum dripping from her pussy. Her feet where 4 foot off the ground, her arms dangled by her side as she hung lifeless from the ceiling fan by Jenna's own fishnet stocking.

"Good Morning, I am surprised you are still alive," said John. "You went fucking wild." John explained that Jenna went to the lady's room and came back with the Goth Waitress eager to join if Jenna's fate.

Jenna felt for the knife it was still there. She was even weaker, paler and cooler now and death was close at hand. She pointed to her left tit. He knew what she wanted. He pulled the knife out for the first time since he slipped it into her. He then slipped it in her left chest puncturing her other lung.

When he was done he put on a homemade movie. Jenna soon realized that is was filmed the night before. He sat behind her cradling her supporting her as she watched the threesome they had. And there assisting the waitress with her own deathly desires. John played with and masterbated Jenna. Playing with and squeezing her tits.

He noticed a gradual slowing of her breathing and her weight becoming more and more. He layed her back, their eye met. Her eyes were glassy with the ectsy of death. He slipped himself inside her a gently, lovingly thrust back and forth inside of her. He knew the minute of her death the cum dumpster that was always so tight loosened it lustful grip and quickly became cold.

He held her cold distance gaze of death as he continued thrusting himself in and out of her until her finished in her lifestyle goth cum dumpster. He quickly dressed, kissed her check one final time. Then called his crew as he walked out of the cheap dirty motel room without another look back to come clean up the mess.