Marcy's Bad Day
Tags: F/f, Interracial, Snuff, Asphyx, Objectification, Racism, Complete.
 
Marcy was furious. She'd worked her ass off on that project and that stupid little white bitch got the promotion she deserved from it! Marcy needed... She needed something to cheer her up. Something to show all those privileged white bitches that they weren't better than her, that she was just as good as them! Marcy wiped the tears from her eyes. She needed something to cheer her up.
 
Leaving work that day Marcy went directly to the bar near her house. She lived near a college and there were always uppity little white girls begging to be put in their place as they worshipped her body. A one night stand where she could show a needy privileged white girl her place would be just the thing to help her get over this slight.
 
The second she walked into the bar, all thoughts of a casual one night stand fled her mind. There, standing at the bar in the midst of a gaggle of her friends was the spitting image of the bitch who had stolen her promotion. She was younger, slightly, and prettier, but neither of those facts did anything to dull the resemblance, or to tamp down Marcy's ardor. Her long brown hair flowed over her shoulders effortlessly to her midback, her breasts were perky and perfect in the right white tank-top she wore without any sign of a bra underneath, and she was smiling and laughing like she didn't have a single care in the world.
 
Marcy knew the minute she saw the other woman that she had to have her. And not just for a one night stand. She couldn't let this pretty white bitch go. She couldn't let her get out and ruin another woman's life. She needed to snuff her; to show her just how little her life mattered; to wear her like a trophy, like a warning to other uppity white girls that all they were really good for was the pleasure they could bring her, and that she wouldn't hesitate to end them if she could.
 
Marcy walked up to the counter and ordered a drink as she tried to figure out how best to approach her prey to get what she wanted. So deep in thought was Marcy that she didn't notice when the gaggle of girls' conversation turned to her, now when the girl she had her sights on's friends practically pushed the white girl out of the group and towards her.
 
"Hey, I'm..." The girl was standing next to her now, blushing. "I'm Jessica and, well... You're really pretty and I was wondering if you'd be interested in-" Jessica cut herself off, stumbling over her words nervously. "Can I buy you a drink?"
 
The girl, Jessica, was nervous but turned on. She was clearly into her, which was a good start. Now all Marcy had to do was get her to submit, to take her rightful place at her feet and let Marcy snuff her, extinguishing her worthless life. Marcy had never snuffed another girl before, but it shouldn't be hard to get Jessica to agree. Girls like her were all the same; eager sluts desperate to be shown their place beneath her. It was just a matter of degree.
 
"Interested in what?" Marcy asked, ignoring the other girl's offer of a drink.
 
“Oh, um...” Jessica blushed, red coloring her cheeks. “In... me?” the white girl finished uncertainly.
 
Marcy knew an opening when she saw it. “Maybe...” she said, swirling her drink theatrically. “Stand over there and let me get a look at you.”
 
The key to getting a white girl to accept her authority was always in the first order. Once they started to obey, it was child's play to get them nestled between her thighs, worshiping her sex.
 
Jessica followed her direction without protest, standing in the relatively empty space across from her to let Marcy get a better view.
 
The woman across from her was slender, and slightly shorter than her, her build narrower at the hips and bust, and not as well endowed. Marcy imagined that she's look almost like a girl compared to Marcy's own well endowed abundance of womanhood, her skin was a nice flushed healthy-looking peach color that drew the eye immediately. She was going to snuff her, there wasn't any question about that, but what to do with the body after?
 
“You know...” Marcy drawled, coming to a decision, “I think I am interested,” Marcy declared, only her own self-discipline keeping the smile from her face as Jessica's eyes lit up in hope at her declaration. “I've been meaning to get a nice set of girl-leather for a while, and you're the perfect shade to compliment my skin.”
 
And she was too. That flushed peach color would look absolutely stunning on Marcy's body once she had the other girl snuffed.
 
“I-” Jessica's face froze in a moment of incomprehension. “What?” She asked, even though Marcy knew the other girl had heard her perfectly well.
 
“Girl-leather,” Marcy explained. “You'd look absolutely phenomenal on me, don't you think?” Marcy asked with a theatrical hand motion towards her own body. “That's what you want, isn't it? To be shown your place? To be snuffed by a strong, African goddess like myself?” Marcy asked in a deep sultry tone.
 
“I've had dozens of white girls just like you, you know; useless college co-eds, heiresses, valley girls. You're all the same. You're the only one who's worth keeping around,” Marcy explained. “Of course, not as another useless girl. You're less than worthless as you are. I wouldn't even let a girl like you lick my cunt,” Marcy declared, her naked honesty causing Jessica to flinch, uncertain of her own feelings.
 
Well, that didn't matter much. Marcy was certain enough for the both of them.
 
“But you'd make a lovely set of clothing,” Marcy explained, as if to soften her initial blow. “That's what you want, isn't it? For me to want you? I recognize your friends you know, I've definitely slept with some of them. This is what they promised you isn't it? That I'd teach you your place in the world, just like I did them...” Marcy did recognize one or two of them, now that she was paying attention. Meaningless one night stands, but they did look familiar.
 
“This is what you wanted, right?” Marcy asked. “We'll I'm telling you that you're a step up above the useless little friends you came in with. Their only use is licking my cunt, but you? You I want to wear.”
 
This wasn't what Jessica had expected at all when she'd admitted her crush on the stunning black woman that had walked through the door to her friends. She'd wanted a fling, a one night stand with a domineering and exotic older woman; but... the woman's proposal... Jessica knew she should be running away, so why did she feel so... turned on?
 
“You'll make the perfect outfit once I have you snuffed,” the woman said, as nonchalantly as if she were ordering from a restaurant. Her voice was full of confidence. She would have Jessica snuffed, there was no question at all in her mind that that would happen. “Outerwear, I think. As lovely as you'd look in the bedroom, you deserve to be shown off.”
 
A thrill went through Jessica's entire being at the woman's words. Snuffed! Shown off! Jessica had- she'd never even thought about things like that before, but now? Now it was almost all she could think about! This dark-skinned woman whose name she didn't even know... wearing her like a trophy! Her heart was racing, and Jessica knew for a certainty that it wasn't all from fear.
 
“Those legs of yours will make a lovely set of skintight leather pants, don't you think?” The woman asked. “and a matching leather jacket from the rest of you, something short I think, ending right about here,” the woman reached forwards and ran her index finger along Jessica's thin cotton tank-top, just beneath her ribs.
 
The touch wasn't... It wasn't sexual. But still! Jessica felt like she was on fire just from the momentary contact.
 
“You want me to snuff you, don't you?” the woman asked. “A useless vapid little slut like you? You want to be shown your place, to have a purpose...” the woman explained, drawing her finger down Jessica's chin and lifting it so that she could look directly into the younger girl's eyes. “To be wanted.”
 
The dark-skinned woman leaned in and whispered into Jessica's ear. “I want you.”
 
She paused.
 
“All you have to do, is say yes.”
 
It was madness! This woman, whose name she didn't even know wanted to snuff her! To wear her! This wasn't the fling she wanted! This was... this was... Fuck! It was so much hotter!
 
“Yes,” Jessica whispered.
 
“You vapid little white girls are only good for one thing aren't you?” Marcy smiled as Jessica agreed to her terms. Her hands reached up and took hold of the girl's neck, squeezing slowly, cutting off her air. “You'll make a lovely outfit. I'm sure just wearing you out will be enough to have stupid sluts like you throwing themselves at my feet, begging me to snuff them. And I will,” Marcy explained as Jessica gasped for breath, fighting against her hold. “It's a public service really, killing girls like you. Useless little whores who get everything they want just because of the color of their skin.”
 
Marcy paused, staring at Jessica as she thrashed, uselessly in Marcy's iron grip.
 
“You wanted to be snuffed, didn't you. Practically begged me to do it. Even now you're getting exactly what you wanted,” Jessica could feel her vision fading as her body desperately fought for air, she could feel herself dying, her arousal betraying her even as the magnificent woman she'd approached slowly choked the life out of her body. Her hands could have tried to peel the woman's from her throat, but they didn't. They slipped beneath the waistband of her jeans instead, seeking her own sex to play with as a stranger snuffed her in front of her friends the whole bar watching it happen, and not a single person stopping it.
 
Marcy looked down, snorting with amusement as she saw where Jessica's hands had gone. “You really are a useless slut, aren't you? I'm doing you a favor ending your worthless little life. I a week, maybe a pit less you'll be something of value. A pretty peach-colored girl-leather outfit. I'll keep your nipples I think, and that cunt of yours? You couldn't keep it shut while you were alive could you? I'll have to have a zipper installed...” Marcy mused to herself.
 
Jessica was so close! Her strength was failing her, her vision was almost black, but she was just on the edge of the most incredible orgasm! Just a little closer and-
 
“This is taking too long,” and with a twist of her wrists, Marcy broke Jessica's neck, killing her, and robbing her of her final climax. She dropped the corpse on a bar stool and reached into the dead woman's purse, pulling out some bills.
 
“I think I will have that drink after all,” she announced, passing them to the bar tender. “Get me a vodka cranberry.”
 
Marcy looked over at Jessica's friends. “One of you. It seems my plans for tonight are free. If you help me get this useless slut to the tanners, I'll let you lick my cunt like the helpless little sluts we both know you are.”
 
The gaggle of girls seemed uncertain, but there was a definite flush of arousal gracing more than a few of their cheeks. “If you're really good at pleasing me, I might just let you join this one in my closet,” Marcy threw out. “Think about it.”
 
And with that, she turned back to her drink, her mood already much better than when she arrived.
 
THE END.