The Concert
Tags: F/F, Oral, implied Impaling, implied snuff, de-clitting, fingering, Concert, Public, Exhib, Goth girl, pop star, Complete
 
Tessa gets her wildest dream come true when she's upgraded from a front row seat at Isabella Lopez's concert to a back-stage pass and meet-and-greet! Things only get better for Tessa from there as she lives her wildest dream!
 
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Tessa was in absolute shock as the PA system read out *Her* seat number.
 
"Tessa?!" Janice stared at her, her eyes widening as she realized what the number they'd just called out was. "That's your number, YOUR NUMBER, Tessa!"
 
Kathy, Joyce, and Rebecca were all squealing in delight, along with Janice as Tessa was jostled and pushed upright, pulled standing by her delighted friends. "Go on, Tessa! You won!"
 
The spotlight shined on her. She could probably see herself on the jumbotron. If this show was being recorded... she'd be in the opening of the video, just like all those other girls, ecstatic with shock as they realized what they'd been given. A chance to go backstage and *meet* Isabella Lopez!
 
Realized what... *she'd*... been... given...
 
Tessa's shocked stupor slowly gave way to screaming delight as she hugged each of her friends in turn. No words were in her cries of joy as she hugged Joyce and her sister Janice, her friend Rebecca, and finally Kathy, her younger sister. She even gave Kathy a kiss on the lips before working her way out of the row to cheers and laughter of those around her.
 
She nearly fell over an older woman, who laughed and handed her up into the arms of one of the ushers, a tall intimidating woman with a warm smile and cold-grey eyes, who walked with her towards the backstage entrance.
 
She caught sight of herself on the jumbotron; so happy that her black-lined lips beaming in a smile so wide that Tessa thought *all* her teeth might be showing!
 
She looked radiant in her tight, black fishnet-covered, black, spandex leggings and her torn black denim safety-pinned skirt. You could definitely how happy the black-rouged nipples of her modest breasts were beneath her black fishnet shirt at the chance she'd been given! The chance to meet the greatest singer ever! And! And! Maybe even more!
 
The usher lead her back to the backstage door, giving a small smile at Tessa's enthusiasm. "Right this way, dear."
 
Through the door and into the backstage. Oh. Em. Gee. She never thought she'd ever get to see back here! It was rather utilitarian, but GOD, she was going to see her idol IN PERSON, and not just on stage, but right up close!
 
It didn't take long before the Usher led her to the door. The one with the star on it. The one marked "Isabella Lopez" on it.
 
"Go on, she's waiting for you."
 
The pale-as-milk girl paused before the door, the enormity of the situation finally sinking in. Isabella Lopez was very particular about her backstage meet-and-greets, always having a set number of them prior to the show.
 
There were usually a few Backstage Passes purchased for her shows, Tessa had done a bit (alright, a LOT) of research about her beloved singer. Paying girls go first, obviously, but if there's a no-show, a random girl gets picked out of the first section, based on her ticket number.
 
Tessa's smile widened in delight as her mind raced. Backstage passes were one-on-one with the singer, and no one really talked about what happened back there save one thing.
 
Isabella's whole thing was snuff-songs. And every concert, two girls got snuffed live on stage for the audience to cheer for. One during "romantic" and one during the last song of the encore...
 
Usually, Isa had girls in mind, all picked out and ready to snuff before the concert took place, but if she really liked one of her Backstage Cuties?
 
She'd ask if she could snuff them during one of her snuff songs...
 
Still, the paying girls would get asked first, the ones who bought the backstage passes for meet and greets, and usually some gorgeous hottie would get picked to be spiked from among *them*, leaving the upgraded girls with little chance to get picked.
 
Tessa's heart fluttered in her chest as she opened the door and stepped into the dressing room.
 
All at once it assaulted her, the sense of her, that Isabella Lopez was a girl who *snuffs*.
 
It wasn't just the decor: the legal forms and silver cloche on the glass coffee table, the black leather sofa which Tessa *knew* from Isabella's interview a month ago when she was promoting her "Snuff Queens" tour was made from the girl leather remains of girls she snuffed on her prior tour. Maybe it was the guillotine in the corner, or the other snuff toys laying around. It wasn't the tile floors which definitely weren't standard at the stadium Isabella was playing outside the locker rooms.
 
Tessa blinked as she realized what that meant, that Isabella had tiled floors installed in her dressing room in the stadium.
 
It was because she *needed* them. Wasn't it?
 
Maybe it was the tiled floors after all.
 
"Oh, you are a pretty one. Tell me, how old are you? And what's your name?" Isabella asked as she lounged across a leather couch in a black silk chemise that did absolutely *nothing* to conceal that Isabella wasn't wearing anything under it.
 
"Oh my gooood! I'm your biggest faaan!" Tessa almost danced a little jig as she came closer, panting in delight as she gazed wide-eyed with gleeful delight at her idol.
 
"Do you like what you see?" Isabella asked, sitting up, her long hair doing *things* to Tessa as it fell about her shoulders in waves of dark brown silk.
 
The athletic gothgirl nodded enthusiastically, drawing a grin from the singer. "H-Have you picked out which girls you're g-going to snuff tonight?!"
 
"One of them," Isabella admitted, coyly. "Why?"
 
"Please, please, pleeeese, Miss Isa, please use meeee!" Ohgod, had she really--?
 
"You know, I was hoping you'd ask that..."
 
Tessa's jaw dropped, her eyes widening. "Y-you were?!"
 
"Oh yes. The upgrades because of the no shows? There were no 'no shows' today... Tessa."
 
"W-What..?!" Confusion was plain in her eyes, her jaw sagged in shock. No no-shows? But then why...? "D-Do you not want to snuff me...?"
 
"I take a look at the front row every night, Tessa. Sometimes I see a girl I know I *have* to snuff." The singer smirked faintly and slid to her feet.
 
"But she's in the front row instead of back stage with me. But it's my show, isn't it?" She was perhaps a little taller than the shorter teen, more buxom as well as she sauntered closer, and ran a perfectly manicured fingernails over Tessa's throat, and tipped her head back with a gentle touch on her chin. "So, I invite her back stage for a little treat."
 
Tessa heard the rumors, unsubstantiated of course, the show would never confirm it, but word among the fans was that Isabella always lets the girls whom she snuffs has some pussy-bacon, made from the singer's own sex lips. Rumor had it, it was a reference to the lyric "Dying for me with me in your belly", so the girl could have the full joy of that romantic experience.
 
It was also rumored that Isabella kept her sex neatly trimmed, though if that was because she literally trimmed to give her snuff-girls a taste of her, or if she just liked the look was the subject of wild, rampant speculation.
 
Tessa gulped and timidly looked up at the woman of her desire, trembling in eager need. "P-Pussy bacon...?"
 
"What a clever girl you are," Isabella marveled. "It's always fun to snuff the girls who *know* what they're getting into."
 
"Oh god, yes!" Tessa giggled and beamed up at the taller singer, the light of adoration shining in her eyes as she gave a wide, eager smile. "The way the girl gets impaled on your pentacle and how she is stuck there as you're singing about her dying for you with you in her belly always made me cum so fucking hard...!"
 
"Well, now you're making *me* horny." The singer laughed, giving Tessa a wink and a grin, stepping past the trembling little gothgirl to the small table in the corner. "So why don't you sign these forms, and taste what's under this cloche, and we'll see what you can do about that problem, okay?"
 
Tessa hadn't been raised by a dumb set of parents, her father was a lawyer, her mother an accountant. Both of them were more bland than dry cereal, but neither of them were stupid, and their daughter had been raised to check what she signed thoroughly. It took Tessa more than a minute to read through the three sheets of the agreement, biting her lip and whimpering in eager excitement as she did so, her cute, round little ass swaying as she practically bounced in glee as she signed on the line with the pen Isabella offered her.
 
As she signed her very life away.
 
"You really want to be snuffed, don't you? I didn't even need to promise you anything..." Isabella smiled, delighted.
 
"Yeah." Tessa gave a shy grin, setting the pen back in the holder and shooting her idol a grateful glance. "Being snuffed by Isabella Lopez, the Snuff Sister herself, live on stage? God, it's a fantasy come to life!"
 
"I didn't want to ask questions that might lose my chance of that happening." She turned, blushing and perching on the edge of the table, her cute little butt up on the edge of it, hands on the table itself as she gazed adoringly at the singer. "I've loved your music for years, I finger myself to sleep with it every night."
 
"Awww... How cute!" Isabella reached out to pinch one of Tessa's bared nips. "But you never needed to worry about that. I've wanted to roast you ever since I saw these little things poking out of your shirt."
 
The pale girl gasped as her nipple was pinched, biting her lip and giving an eager whine. Her cute little puffy nipples were dyed a deep rich purple, almost black. It wasn't paint, but a sort of dye that stained the skin for several days, rendering her usually pink little nips looking like small blobs of frosting capping her cute little Bs.
 
Tessa gave a shy little moan, lifting her shirt to bare her cute little tips, panting as they rapidly swelled in anticipation of more teasing as she gazed longingly at her idol. "Please, I-Isa.... I'm all yours..."
 
"Well then, Let's get started with a little snack, okay?" Isabella suggested as she lifted the silver cloche to reveal a pair of grilled strips of meat topped with a whitish sauce.
 
Immediately the smell hit the room; the delicious luxurious spell of perfectly fried girlmeat.
 
"What do you know about your last meal, Tessa?" Isabella asked with curious eyes.
 
Tessa's eyes lit up with delight as the smell hit her, and she bit her lip to quiet her squeal. "Ohgod, is, is it true that, that you got... trimmed?"
 
Instead of answering Isabella simply bent down and grabbed the hem of her black silk chemise and lifted it up to her waist to reveal her perfectly waxed pussy; a soft clamshell ending in an almost invisible seam of flesh with no sign of any inner lips to be found.
 
Tessa gave a great gasp, one hand flying up to her mouth, the other clenching the edge of the table momentarily before sliding over her hip and across her thigh to cup her own sex. "ohmygod... y-you, you're sooo sexy, Ms Isa...!"
 
"The meat is my own. Cloned from my own pussy lips.." Isabella confessed in a whisper. "So in a way, I got them trimmed for you."
 
"Ohgod that's so hot...." Tessa whimpered, trembling in anticipation and tender delight, staring from the sleek set of crisped lips to the sex their meat had come from, and finally flowed up to meet Isabella's smiling eyes with an eager little whine, not daring to ask, not wanting to spoil the moment.
 
"Go ahead and ask. I can see you want to." Isabella smiled.
 
Tessa started with a tiny, and utterly adorable little 'eep'. "... M-May I?"
 
"Eat your last supper first." Isabella ordered, directing the girl to the still sizzling strips of pussy bacon.
 
The tiny gothgirl's hand shot out, and scooped up one of the sizzling strips. So swift her fingers barely got any grease on them, she bit off a chunk of one lip, and gave a hot, deeply-aroused moan that went on for some time as she slowly chewed the strip of seared pussy bacon, making such sounds as might come from a bout of passion, rather than simple consumption of a meal.
 
"MMmmmmm... go ahead and play with yourself, if you want, Tessa. You can cum all ou want while eating me, but that's the last you get to cum unless you manage it on the spit." Isabella directed, keeping her skirt up for Tessa to fantasize to.
 
Tessa blinked befuddlement at the idol for a moment, a soft sound of needy urgency starting as she dropped her gaze to the singer's exposed twat. fingers now free of bacon dart to the safety pin holding her ragged denim skirt in place, and the garment fell to the floor as she slid her free hand down the waistband of her leggings, very clearly fingering herself as she reached for the idol's last strip of bacon, whimpering as need wrestled with need under Isabella's amused gaze.
 
"God, there's nothing better than watching a stranger finger herself with the taste of you on her lips, knowing that you both agreed to snuff her for your show..." Isabella admitted, moisture beginning to glisten as it gathered in the crack between her legs.
 
Tessa watched the singer saunter back to her couch, pose a moment, then sit on the edge, parting her knees in wanton invitation.
 
She was drawn, helpless as the iron filing before the magnet. She was on her knees with no idea how she'd gotten there. The last scrap of pussy-bacon between her lips as her fingers dug deep into her center, and she leaned in, and *tasted*...
 
"Mmmm.... I stand corREcted! Is that how-! Oh! Mmmmmm....! You *are* good at this!" Isabella crooned as the pleasure of Tessa's lips on hers hit her. Complete with the lovely sensation of her own cloaned pussy grease being smeared across the passage she'd had it harvested from.
 
Tessa gulped, swallowing the last shred of pussy bacon to clear her mouth for more enticing meat. Her tongue ran over Isabella's folds, curious and teasing, lovingly licking each and every curve and crevice, teasing out her idol's sleek secret spaces, and lavishing her clit with her eager tongue.
 
She'd never practiced on anyone, but she *had* watched Isabella herself lick an impaled girl a few times, the shaky closeups from one of her idol's early concerts, the one where she snuffed Maya, who later got immortalized in one of Isa's songs.
 
"Mmmmm... Was that the last of it, Tessa? Or do you have another slice of bacon left?" Isabella asked, noticing Tessa's little smile. "Because if you don't, I'll need you to stop. I can't trust a girl to let me snuff her live for my fans if she doesn't instantly obey me without question."
 
The gothgirl whimpered as she shyly pulled her fingers out of her leggings, sitting back on her haunches again to peek shyly up at her idol with dark eyes full of adoration and lust.
 
"Y-Your bacon tastes soooo good, Ms Isa..." She nibbled her lip shyly and timidly asked the question that was plaguing her mind. "I-Is there more....?"
 
"Most Girls only have one set of bacon to fry, and as far as you're concerned? So do I."
 
Tessa bit her own lip this time, blushing and nodding as she leaned in to kiss Ms. Isa's inner thigh, working her way in towards the idol's pussy again as her hands caressed along the soft, smooth couch, drawing a smile from the singer. "Do you like it, Tessa?"
 
The fangirl nodded, stroking the surprisingly soft and smooth couch, panting in shy arousal as she continued to lave Isabella's stripped pussy with her gentle, teasing tongue.
 
"This couch is girl-leather, you know. It's made from all the girls I snuffed on my last tour." Isabella confessed as she stroked the couch. "And you'll be in my next tour's couch."
 
"Ohgod..." Tessa shivered and gave a quiet moan into Isabella's pussy, her tongue eagerly seeking out the girl's clit to cup and tease that gorgeous nub. "Mmmmhhhh, please..."
 
"Now, here's the way this is going to work, Tessa." Isabella announced, threading her fingers through the Goth Girl's smooth black hair.
 
Tessa smiled into Miss Isa's sex, thrilled her idol knew her name!
 
"Since you didn't cum before finishing your last meal, you don't get to cum at all tonight." Miss Isa gave a cruel smirk as she stroked Tessa's scalp through her mane of soft, fluffy hair. "Unless you can manage cumming while being snuffed, of course."
 
The gothgirl whimpered, sucking noisily on Miss Isa's sex, letting her idol's left labia slurp noisily from her lips as she gasped quietly at the injuction. "Um, oh-okay, but, w-why, Miss Isa?"
 
"It's a test, and a safety valve." The brown-haired singer smiled indulgently down at her gothic little sex kitten as Tessa eagerly laved her shaved lips with her sleek tongue. "I don't have a girl lined up to replace you, but I need a 100% willing girl to snuff or it'll throw off my performance for the rest of my fans. If you can't put obeying my orders over your own pleasure and fantasies? You can't be trusted to snuff for me."
 
"Mmmmhhhh..." Tessa's response was muffled in Miss Isa's sex, her tongue slipping between her fleshy folds to tease her idol's entrance as her large, dark eyes gazed raptly up at her adored one, staring with eager agreement.
 
"But also, if you get second thoughts, I don't *want* to snuff a girl who doesn't want to be snuffed, so all you'll have to do is cum, in front of my millions of fans who will be watching you." The singer paused, a smirk playing around her lips as she rolled Tessa's head between her thighs. "Well, me, but you'll be on stage with me; so they'll see if you cum too."
 
The gothgirl gave a hot, excited little squeal into her idol's pussy, her hips squirming in anticipation as she eagerly tongued Miss Isa's hard little nubbin, moaning eagerly into the singer's sex as she gave her beloved a look of utter adoration. "Mmhmmmmm!!"
 
"I'll be snuffing you during 'Romantic'. It'll be the last song before the encore. You'll be in a gibbet, you know what a gibbet is, right?" Isabella paused, gently pulling Tessa's hair back to look her in the eyes at the question.
 
"Mmmmwhaaa?" Tessa gasped as she was pulled away from the singer's twat, her black-painted lips glossy with Miss Isa's juices. "Ummm, i-is that the pentacle thingie....?"
 
"Well... No. It's a cage that will hang on one corner of the stage. The girl I'm snuffing as the last song of the encore, that's 'Missing Miss Maya' since you'll hopefully be too snuffed to listen by then, will be hanging off the other corner of the stage. If you can't control your urges I'll have to use her for 'Romantic' instead."
 
The raven-haired goth bit her lip, then licked them in anticipation, giving a happy little cry as she slid her arms around Miss Isa's legs and beamed up at her. "Th-thank you, Miss Isa! Thank you so much! I'll be a good little snuffslut for you!"
 
"Oh, I know. I rarely ever have to let a girl I've picked to snuff go. But I still need to make the precautions and give the warnings anyway, you know?" Isabella smiled at her latest snufftoy.
 
Tessa nodded eagerly, giving a grin and licking her lips again as she eyed Miss Isa's sex again, before giving an imploring glance up at the singer. "M-May I make you cum, please, Miss Isa?"
 
"Absolutely. I need a nice relaxing release before the show, after all. Being on stage for almost two hours straight is soooooo stressful." Isabella agreed with a playful wink. "But If you take too long I'll have to bring you onto the stage dressed like that, and that won't work at all..."
 
Tessa bit her lip shyly and gave an eager playful smile, panting in soft lust as she darted in to give her idol a quick little lick on the clit before slipping to her feet and pulling off her fishnet shirt in a quick movement, leaving her bare from the waist up, save for the dye on her nipples.
 
"Mmmm! You really are a treat, Tessa!" Isabella bubbled with wide eyes. "Are you looking forward to being snuffed on stage?"
 
The black-haired gothic cutie nodded eagerly, her smile bright and wide as she turned her back and shot a wink over her shoulder at the singer. "God, the only thing hotter would be to be snuffed between your legs, Miss Isa!"
 
She leaned over in a quick motion, presenting her leggings-clad rump as she swiftly pulled the laces on her boots, toeing out of them as she swiftly stood straight again and grinned over her shoulder once more. "Any way you want to do it is fine by me, Miss Isa!"
 
"That's a good attitude!" Isabella replied with a wide smile on her ruby red lips as she watched the fan undress for her.
 
Tessa slowly leaned over again, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings, which she slowly pulled down over her cute round rump, displaying her bright-pink pussy to Miss Isa as she slowly slid the shiny-black leggings down, stepping out of them to display her sleek, pale, athletic body completely to her idol.
 
"You know, this show is being filmed for the tour video?" Isabella mentioned offhandedly, absentmindedly licking her lower lip.
 
The goth girl bit her lip as she straightened back up again and turned, twisting on the balls of her feet to cross her ankles as she peered lustily at the brunette, fingering her black-painted nipples and blushing cutely as the image of tons of girls just like her obsessing over her getting snuffed just like she obsessed over girls on the videos from older tours. "O-Ooohhhh! God, that's hot..."
 
"It is, isn't it? That's why I needed the perfect girl to snuff to 'Romantic', so I'm really glad I saw you, Tessa!" Isabella beamed at her, spreading her legs in naked invitation. "Mmmm... you even shaved and waxed for the show!"
 
"I did it, j-just in case I got picked..." The gothgirl eagerly got on her knees, crawling towards her idol, beaming up at her as she slid smoothly between the gorgeous latina's legs. "I didn't really expect to be picked, so being singled out for this.... God, it's the best thing in my life!"
 
"The last thing in your life!" Isabella laughed happily. "Now, spread those legs of yours and hop up here." Isabella instructed, patting the arm of the jet-black girl-leather couch. "I'll be getting a nice dinner with my 'Maya' for tonight, but I do want a little taste of you too..."
 
Tessa blinked, about to resume licking her idol's pussy, but bit her lip instead, shifting shyly out from between Miss Isa's thighs, and shuffling shyly up to perch on the arm of the black-leather couch. "S-So it's t-true about--"
 
The gothgirl cut herself off with a shake of her head, biting her lip shyly and shifting down to brace herself on the edge of the couch, spreading her oh-so-pale thighs shyly for her Idol, to show off the sleek, pale-pink flower between them, so thick and juicy and already parting with anticipation to reveal the thick little clit nestled in soft, rose-pink flesh.
 
"About what, Tessa?" Isabella asked, her keen-eyed-gaze betraying her interests as it locked on the other girl's clit.
 
Tessa bit her lip, whimpering as Miss Isa shifted around to caress her pale thighs with an avaricious gleam in her eyes. "...Th-that.. That you l-like to... to *take* g-girl's clits...?"
 
"Oh! That!" Isabella smiled, blushing prettily. "Well, yes. but that wasn't what I meant. I was just going to give you a last lick or two, for the road, so I can get a sense of your taste before I snuff you."
 
Relief bubbled up in her heart and she relaxed a little, before shyly licking her Isa-smeared lips and taking a soft, shaky, scared breath. "... Y-you could s-still... t-take mine... I-If you wwwant, Miss Isa?"
 
"Mmmm... that's certainly tempting." Isabella ordered, not saying yes or no, but clearly more intent on Tessa than she'd been even just a moment before.
 
The gothgirl only had a moment to gasp as Miss Isa's fingers slid between her soft, young, virgin folds, before a hot, sharp cry was torn from her, even as her clit was subjected to a vicious pinch and yanked, HARD! "AHHH! M-Miss Isaaaaaah!"
 
"Try to stay still.. there's a lot of root to a girl's clit and while I can't get *all* of it, I do want to get as much as possible..." Isabella replied placing a hand on Tessa's hip to hold her in place as the superstar singer pulled even *harder.*
 
Tessa sobbed, crying softly as her clit was tortured! Pain like nothing she'd felt before raced like electric fire through her nethers as her clit was *stretched!* "Ahh! M-Miss Isaaahh!! H-Hurts, p-please--!"
 
She caught herself, her breath hitching to a stop. She'd been about to beg Miss Isa to stop. Stop? But, but she didn't want her Idol to stop! She wanted Miss Isa to snuff her! Snuffing was going to hurt a lot more than just her clit!
 
"P-Please, t-take my clit Miss Isaaaaah!!" She hadn't lost more than a beat, a gasp, a gulp, a cry of pleasured pain as she saw Miss Isa fumbling with something on a table that had been hidden behind the couch, lifting what looked like a small aligator clamp, but....
 
But one that was almost as long as the first two segments of Miss Isa's long fingers, with a sharp-looking edge, and a sort of tube shape... Oh god, she'd come prepared with a clit-snipper?!
 
"You okay with me using this? because I can use my teeth if you'd prefer..." Isabella offered carefree despite the pain and torture she was subjecting Tessa to.
 
Or perhaps not despite the pain, but because of it? After all, Isabella lopez was a girl who *loved* snuffing girls like her.
 
Tessa bit her lip, whimpering and glancing with wide, fearful eyes from her Idol to the clit-snipper and back. "... Whichever y-you prefer, M-Miss Isa...!"
 
"Then let's get a little more intimate." Isabella dropped the clit snippers. "I'm sure the fans will have a ball wondering whose clit I took when they see you staining my teeth in the first song..."
 
Tessa whimpered as the glittering device fell from Miss Isa's fingers and gasped as her stretched clit was pulled painfully up to the idol's lips. She bit her own hard, but couldn't restrain the pained scream when she felt her beloved singer's teeth closing around her stretched flesh, felt her clit sucked into Miss Isa's mouth, felt the brunette's hair against her bare thigh, felt firm hands on her hips as she was held in place, felt that warm, wet tongue caressing her clit once, twice, thrice....
 
Felt the searing agony as her clit was *bitten clean through*.
 
"Fuck!" Isabella reveled in the glory of declitting yet another willing girl; or the delicious pure taste of her clit bursting between her teeth. She stared at Tessa's face as the pain hit her, glorying in the feel of destroying a significant portion of the hot teen goth's ability to feel pleasure.
 
Tessa arched and *screamed,* unable to stop herself as the pain lanced straight up from loins to brain, like a spit made of pure agony as she screamed louder than she'd intended, shuddering and struggling against the urge to pull away, winding up humping against her beloved singer's face even as she struggled against the pain like searing-cold fire burning like a coal that had been pressed into her most intimate flesh, sizzling like a poker jammed into her sensitive spot and pinned there to sear her mind away.
 
"You're gorgeous when you cry, Tessa" Isabella confessed stroking her victim's cheek. "You'll be a real treat for the fans..."
 
She paused, seized by an uncontrollable impulse and forced a pair of fingers up into Tessa's agonized twat. "And for me as well!"
 
The pain was still searing her, but the pleasure of being opened mingled with it into a sweet agony that took Tessa's breath away. Her eyes snapped open and her head raised to stare wide-eyed at her idol as she sobbed and gasped and stared at the sweet face of her favorite singer. "Ohgod, ohgod, m-Miss Isa! I-If you, ohgod, ohgod, I think I'm going to cum!"
 
Her clit was still leaking a thin rill of blood over Miss Isa's fingers as she pumped away inside Tessa's eager virgin twat, so very tight inside as she clenched and whimpered and *moaned* in mingled pain, pleasure, regret, and *need!*
 
"If you cum now I'll still snuff you, but I'll rip the rest of this clit out with the snippers. You won't be able to cum on stage." Isa decided, offering her snufftoy a choice. Cum now and never cum again, or maybe have a miniscule chance to cum on stage while snuffed.
 
Tessa bit her lip so hard she was in danger of bleeding there too, the pain slowly starting to dull in her sex even as she felt her Idol pumping two fingers into her tight virgin sex more clearly. She whimpered, shifting her hip and shyly reaching down, panting and blushing softly as she failed to meet Miss Isa's eyes.
 
"P-Please, Miss Isa...." She gulped, struggled, and shyly met the other woman's intense gaze with a blush and a timid smile. "...I-It would m-make a better show if, if your s-snuff slut c-came as you i-impaled her, n-no...?"
 
"Mmmm... I don't think it'll change much either way. I'll just make the impaling rougher... to compensate. After all, you're not exactly *likely* to cum with just the roots of your clit left..."
Isabella confessed, still chewing.
 
Tessa bit her lip, whimpering and sobbing quietly, panting as her abused pussy was teased by her beloved idol. "... Please, Miss Isa?"
 
She shot a fearful look up into her beloved's face, the woman she owed so much to, the woman she'd dedicated herself to, the woman she'd die for, the woman who *would* snuff her. "...M-May I please cum, Miss Isa?"
 
"You may." Isabella agreed, forcefully thrusting her fingers *deed* into Tessa's teen twat and brushing the remains of her clit lightly with her thumb.
 
The pale-skinned goth girl gasped, shuddering and wincing with painful pleasure as her tight, virgin pussy was plundered, sobbing quietly with delight, adoration, and mingled pain and pleasure as her wounded clit was roughly teased.
 
Isabella smiled in delight as she gifted her fan her final orgasm as thanks for the delicious taste of her clit filling her mouth and covering her tongue. "Better come quick, I'm taking the rest of your clit as soon as you do!"
 
Tessa's hips were working faster, her breath coming in faster, shallower gasps. Tessa was struggling to keep her balance, her eyes rolling up and struggling to focus again, her modest chest heaving as her soft, shaved pussy was plundered again and again, deeper and deeper, until she heaved a huge gasp!
 
"That's it! There you go! Cum for me! Cum like a bitch in heat for me you gorgeous little snuff slut!" Isabella ordered, pounding the teen's pussy with her two fingers hard enough that her knuckle stretched the would where Tessa's former clit sat with every thrust.
 
"I, I, Ohgod, I, I'm, I'm g-going to cum!" The sweet petite raven-haired goth shuddered, her breath tightening to a whispered squeak as she shuddered, bucked, and *clenched.*
 
Her eyes rolled up to whites, her mouth dropped open, her hips bucked savagely, and her hands slipped from knee and armrest as her back arched further and further, until she was bent in a U, straining and struggling for balance even as pleasure whited out her mind.
 
Isabella didn't stop. She wanted this to last for Tessa. After all, it was the last time the girl would *ever* cum. And she'd been so generous and fun to de-clit...
 
"You're never going to cum again, Tessa." Isabella whispered in her ears, reveling in the simple fact. "Even if you back out... even while I *snuff* you. You'll *never* cum again!"
 
"I, ahh, NNNgh!" The goth girl wasn't really coherent, but she *clenched* all the harder around Miss Isa's fingers as she was told this was her last orgasm. Just like in "Snuff Slut Slave" where Miss Isa took her slut's ability to cum so the snuff slut wouldn't fuck herself to death prematurely.
 
"Fuck... I wish I could snuff you again, and again, and again, Tessa..." Isabella lamented as she picked up the clit snipper with her free hand, continuing to furiously finger blast her fan with her other.
 
Tessa shuddered, bent over the armrest and unaware of the immanent demise of her clit as her hips shuddered and legs spasmed in her continuing orgasm.
 
"But I can't. We have a show to do, and I really need to be nice and *relaxed* before the music starts." Isabella explained as she pushed the mutant alligator clip deep into the remains of Tessa's brutalized clit.
 
This time, the scream was all agony as Tessa shot upright, her hips held firmly in place by Miss Isa's forearm and free hand. Her legs snapped in, held wide by Miss Isa's torso, and a glare from the singer stilled her instinctive reach towards her clit, even as the razor-edged clit-snipper sank into her already-brutalized flesh.
 
Tessa *screamed,* sobbing as she was pinned between pleasure and agony, her clit throbbing wildly as little trickles of blood smeared over Miss Isa's fingers, still pumping into her abused, clenching cunt. 'Ohgod, is this what being snuffed feels like?!'
 
But even as the thought passed through her mind, the last of her pleasure vanished, and all that was left was the gut-deep agony as the snipper snapped shut, and Miss Isa yanked, tearing her clit out by the roots, and denying the sobbing, gasping girl from ever experiencing pleasure ever again.
 
"Ohgod, ohgod, I, I c-came...." She sobbed, more happy than agonized now, as she beamed down at Miss Isa through eyes who's eyeshadow had smeared with her tears. "Th-Thank you, Miss Isa, f-for letting me cum, o-one last time..."
 
"Mmmm! Those are pretty words, Tessa..." Isabella smirked, spreading her legs off the side of the couch. "But I prefer actions, don't you?"
 
She could take a hint, and blushingly smiled as she leaned in to give her Idol a shy, timid kiss on the cheek, before sliding off the couch entirely and onto her knees.
 
Tessa winced as her legs shifted, and again when she knelt, her damaged and declitted pussy pulled in ways that made her whimper, but she didn't let that deter her as she eagerly dove into Miss Isa's pussy, showing her affection and adoration with every lick and suck.
 
"Mmmm... Fuck! The sight of you like that with your big, beautiful, *grateful* eyes... A girl I'm about to snuff; declitted, on your knees, thanking me for all of it... There's definitely a song in this..." Isabell moaned around the pleasure.
 
The declitted girl whimpered and blinked her large, pretty eyes up at Miss Isa and gave the idol's throbbing clit a good, firm tonguing as she gave an excited interrogative noise.
 
"Grateful eyes, gazing up at me between my things as I take *everything* away from her." Isabella half sung as if trying out the lyrics. "Mmmm... there's- Ah! definitely some- Oooh! More of *that!* to it... But it needs works. And maybe more snuffable goth girls..."
 
"Mmmhh!!" Tessa moaned into her idol's sex, panting and smiling as she worried the singer's clit between her teeth, careful not to ever damage her precious little bud, but sucking on it fervently before her tongue dove deep into Miss Isa's sex again.
 
sabella squirmed as her own orgasm approached. She quickly pulled her phone out from between the cushions and trained it's lens on Tessa and went live. "Hey Snuffsluts! This is Tessa! She was a front-row ticket-holder who got an upgrade! I'm gonna be snuffing her tonight on stage! Isn't she cute?"
 
Tessa's eyes went wide, dark pupils ringed with white, her mascara streaked from her tears earlier, a startled squeak muffled between Miss Isa's thighs as the singer crossed her legs to hold the trembling goth girl in place.
 
"She even gave me her clit as a pre-show snack! Isn't that 'Romantic'?" Isabella hinted heavily.
 
The pale-as-milk goth girl sucked *hard,* her cheeks hollowing visibly as she caressed the tanned legs of her idol, holding Miss Isa close as she feasted on the singer's sex, blinking soft, devoted adoration up at her.
 
Isabella Lopez squeaked cutely as she came, splattering Tessa's face with her juices. She could feel her muscles relaxing and her own arousal tamping down enough that she could sing her songs and snuff Tessa without becoming so horny she'd need to stop on stage just to masturbate at how hot everything about her show was.
 
Which only happened once or twice before she settled into her current routine but was still a risk.
 
The pretty little goth girl blushed shyly, panting as she pulled back to kneel before her idol and caress Miss Isa's legs with soft, shy delight. Her face was covered in girl juice, her mascara a streaked and runny mess, but Miss Isa was holding the camera on Tessa as she came gently against the cute goth's face.
 
"Anything to say to your fellow fans before you're snuffed?" Isabella asked, sweetly.
 
Tessa bit her lip a little, then licked them slowly, tasting Miss Isa's pleasure as she gathered her thoughts. "I, I want to thank you f-for snuffing me, M-Miss Isabella Lopez..."
 
"I hope I put on a good enough show that Miss Isa is hip-deep in snuff-sluts like me for the rest of her life!" Tessa blushed prettily, but beamed her adoration up at the idol.
 
"Well, I can't argue with that fans! Time to get Tessa to her Gibbet and me into makeup and costume! Show's about to start fans, and with Tessa on the pentacle tonight I'm sure this'll be a great one!"
 
With that, Isabella ended the recording.
 
"There, now you'll be famous forever. A messy gothy treat born to snuff on stage..." Isabella smiled sweetly as she rose gracefully to her feet, her black silk chemise falling like a castle portcullis to bar access to her gorgeous trimmed cunt.
 
The pretty little goth girl beamed in delight as Miss Isa stepped over and past her. "Thank you, Miss Isa."
 
"Oh? For what? For picking you? For biting off your clit? For *snuffing* you?" Isabella asked eagerly.
 
"For making my dream come true!" Tears of joy were standing in the raven-haired gothgirl's eyes as she got awkwardly to her feet, sniffling a little in delight. "This whole night, it's like my wildest fantasy come to life, and everything about it is perfect!"
 
"That's so sweet of you to say... You really are making my night, Tessa." Isabella admitted.
 
"I just," she bit her lip a little and smiled hopefully at her Idol. "I just hope that you get enough goth girls to snuff for you, that I make a great couch for your next tour!"
 
"You will, don't worry about any of that. Just focus on dying for me tonight and I'll handle all the rest of it, okay?" Isabella reassured Tessa, ending with a sift and intimate kiss on the cheek.
 
Tessa gave a soft little gasp and squealed softly in delight as Miss Isa gently guided her to her feet and lead her to the door.
 
The door opened into the hustle and bustle of backstage. There were eyes upon Tessa but she didn't mind at all. She knew what she was; tonight's snuff slut. She was an object to be admired and then, at just the right time? Disposed of. There was nothing embarrassing about serving that purpose, and from her gibbet? Tessa knew she'd have the greatest seats in the house right up until her death.
 
Tonight was the best night of her life, and she was trembling with need and hunger for it to be her last.
 
THE END