Aisha's New Corset
Tags: Snuff, Suicidal Ideation, Suicide, Exhibitionism, Consensual, Fingering, Spitting, Girl Leather Worm (Series), Aisha Laborn, Taylor Hebert, Parian, Flechette.
 
Taylor Hebert never received powers. Her life is a living hell. So when a cute girl nicely asks her to become her corset, Taylor agrees.
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"Hey, you, White chick!" Aisha called out as Taylor fled from the school, unable to deal with yet another prank from the terrible trio.
 
"Wait up!" Aisha repeated, chasing after her.
 
"What?" Taylor asked tersely as she slowed down. "Did Emma send you to torment me now too?" she bit back angrily.
 
"What?" Aisha replied, shocked, holding up her hands in defense. "No way! I don't know any of those bitches who like tormenting you!" she insisted. "I just want to talk!"
 
"Really?" Taylor asked hopefully, stopping in her tracks.
 
"Yeah," Aisha continued, smiling. "I just wanted to ask you something."
 
"What do you want?" Taylor asked, uncertainly, but trying not to hope too hard.
 
"You're Taylor Hebert, right?" Aisha asked, studying Taylor's face.
 
Taylor was wearing a pair of relatively cheap glasses, with black plastic frames. She was taller than Aisha too, by almost a half a head. Less developed though, Aisha observed as she double checked her own ample chest.
 
Taylor was pretty in an unconventional way, her face wasn't going to win any prizes, though her curly hair was pretty eye catching, but she was tall, thin, and absolutely perfect for what Aisha wanted her for.
 
"That's me," Taylor agreed. "Taylor Hebert, professional punching bag," she admitted unhappily.
 
"Can I have you?" Aisha asked, just blurting out what she wanted. "You're in the class before mine in Gym, and I saw you undressing and I have to say, you're absolutely perfect for what I want..." the shorter girl explained.
 
Taylor looked her over, her eyes naturally drifting first to the purple streak shot through her own curly brown hair, then to her full brown lips and finally to her absolutely gorgeous tits, barely constrained by her strapless white top.
 
"I," Taylor paused, her brain not quite up to speed to deal with the sudden mood whiplash that Aisha's presence had inspired. "What?" She asked uncertainly.
 
"I want you," Aisha declared. "You're definitely the palest white chick in the school, and while you're definitely not as gifted as me," Aisha waived her hands to make it perfectly clear that she was comparing the size of their tits, "you're tall enough to make up for it."
 
This was bizarre, Taylor thought to herself, was this girl *hitting* on her? If so she wasn't very good at it....
 
But no, there was no way a girl this hot would be hitting on an ugly, wide-mouthed stick like her...
 
"What do you want me *for*?" Taylor asked, uncertainly.
 
"Damn? I didn't tell you? I thought I did. That had to sound super weird not knowing..." Aisha realized.
 
"I want a new Corset," Aisha confessed. "There's a place on the docks that just opened, they're having a sale, 40% off an item so long as you bring the materials to make it," the shorter girl explained. "That's what I want you for."
 
"You want me.... for a corset?" Taylor asked a bit unstable from this latest revelation.
 
"Yeah!" Aisha nodded. "You'd be super sexy!"
 
"I saw you when you were putting on your panties yesterday," Aisha mentioned. "After Gym class?" she continued. "You're grade A girl leather! Can you imagine just how hot I'd look wearing you?" she asked, stepping back and gesturing to show off her entire body. "I'd be *so* damn hot!" Aisha grinned.
 
"You're thinking of some other girl," Taylor decided. After all, there was no way a girl as gorgeous as this one would ever want someone like her, even if she *was* just hoping for a corset...
 
"No way!" Aisha retorted, moving to block Taylor's path as she moved to leave. "I know what I saw! You're *perfect*!" the busty girl replied. "Besides! I knew your name, didn't I? You're *definitely* the right girl!"
 
"I don't even know yours," Taylor replied, torn between anger and amusement.
 
"You don't?" Aisha asked. "Oh! Damn! I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I?" the dusky girl realized. "I'm Aisha, Aisha Laborn!" she smiled confidently.
 
"Taylor Hebert, but you already knew that," Taylor confessed.
 
"Yep!" Aisha nodded. "Didn't wanna ask the wrong girl. All the other white chick are either too skinny, and short, or they're not pale enough, or they're not sexy at all!" Aisha proclaimed. "You though? You check all the boxes, and you definitely take care of your skin," Aisha explained.
 
"Is this something you've done before? Just go up to ugly girls and ask them to be your corset and then laugh at them when they say yes?" Taylor asked, her eyes narrowing as she finally guessed the absolutely stacked black girl's game.
 
"What!?" Aisha reached in shock. "That's stupid. Why would I want to laugh at them when I could have a super sexy corset instead?" She boggled. "But nah, you're the only white chick I've asked. Girlskin stretches, but even with that? None of those other bitches in this school would fit me."
 
Taylor stopped. This was real. This crazy trashy gorgeous black girl was actually *sincere*! She *really* wanted... her.
 
The other shoe dropped. She didn't want *her*. She wanted a corset. Taylor was just her preferred *material*.
 
"You want to snuff me," Taylor realized.
 
"Well *yeah*," Aisha agreed. "I can't exactly wear you while you're walking around like *that*." Aisha gestured to Taylor, apparently trying to indicate Taylor's entire existence in a single hand movement.
 
"You just... go up to other girls and tell them you want to snuff them?" Taylor marveled, shocked.
 
"Yeah," Aisha agreed. "Why not? It's not a crime, right? And who knows? Maybe you'll say yes?" The gorgeous girl looked at Taylor with puppy dog eyes.
 
"And why should I let you- Why should I be your corset?" Taylor asked, her mind still shying away from the reality of what Aisha was asking her to do.
 
"It'd be super fucking hot, wouldn't it?" Aisha replied incredulously. "Look at the way you'd look on me," She insisted, holding her wrist up to Taylor's to show the contrast between their skin tones. It was definitely striking.
 
"Imagine that, but instead of on my arm? You'd be covering... This!" Aisha grandly gestured to her copious breasts, flat stomach, curvy hips, and amazing ass, finishing her motion with the fingers of both her hands pointing to the treasure that was barely hidden beneath the crotch of her ripped denim Daisy Duke's.
 
"You'd look *great* on me! Can you *imagine* how awesome my tits would look poking out the top of a girl-leather corset made from the whitest chick in all of Winslow?"
 
Taylor could, Aisha *would* look amazing. The only problem was... The whitest 'chick' in all of Winslow? Was *her*.
 
"Look, I'm not some bitch who just wants to fuck with you," Aisha declared. "I'd look fucking *awesome* wearing you. The hottest fucking girl in this shithole *by far*," Aisha bragged. "But the Sale's only going on today, so if you're not gonna let me snuff you, just tell me to knock it off so I can start searching for another girl to wear instead."
 
Aisha was serious, Taylor realized with a feeling in her stomach that she couldn't quite describe. She really wanted to wear... her.
 
All she wanted, was for Taylor to give up... *everything*.
 
Would that really be that bad?
 
It wasn't like Taylor had anything worth living for, after all. Her mom was dead, her dad had completely checked out, her best friend had betrayed her for no reason at all, she was ugly, her grades were tanking, everyone hated her...
 
Aisha's request was the first time *anyone* had wanted her for *anything* in over a *year*.
 
It might be the only time anyone ever wanted her for something again...
 
She was right too. Taylor could practically picture it. Aisha would look *amazing* in a corset made from... made from her.
 
The younger girl's *incredibly* generous figure would be perfectly highlighted by the contrast between their skin tones, and Taylor would look good just being *worn* by her.
 
"So?" Aisha asked impatiently. "If you don't want to you don't haveta. Just tell me so I can ask someone else..."
 
This might be Taylor's only chance to mean something; to do something useful with her crappy life.
 
Sure, even as a corset it wouldn't be much. But she'd be pretty. Maybe even pretty enough to help Aisha catch a guy she liked, or even a girl...
 
"I'll do it!" Taylor blurted out before she could ruin everything by letting the gorgeous girl in front of her get away. "I'll be your corset."
 
"Holy shit! Really!? Fuck yeah!" Aisha cheered. "I'm gonna be the sexiest fucking bitch in the entire school!"
 
Taylor's pulse was pounding in her veins. She was doing it. She was going to let a stranger snuff her just because the girl what... asked nicely?
 
She was pathetic. Useless. She *deserved* to be snuffed.
 
And a gorgeous girl like Aisha deserved to wear her.
 
At least she had asked...
 
"Come on!" Aisha urged, dragging Taylor by the wrist. "We gotta get to Parian's before she closes!"
 
Taylor followed. What else could she do?
 
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Parian's shop was packed when they arrived. A whole crowd had gathered to watch Parian as she harvested the materials for her opening day girlskin sale. She'd set up shop on the boardwalk, out in the open. There was a stage, with a changing area off to the side, separated from the crowd by a curtain.
 
Parian was on the stage talking about her craft. Behind her were the curing hides of a half a dozen girls, and next to each hung a sheet with a sketch of an amazing garment, complete with measurements.
 
A closed green dumpster rested on the other side of the stage from the changing area, clearly the final resting place for the six girls that Parian had snuffed for their leather.
 
Just like she was about to do to Taylor.
 
"And that's why girlskin is so soft!" Parian finished.
 
"Now, is anyone else here for the sale?" The masked cape asked hopefully. "As much as I like talking about fashion, I do want to give another demonstration soon."
 
"Oooh!" Aisha shouted, grabbing Taylor's hand and waving it at the stage. "We're here for the sale!" Aisha announced.
 
"All right then!" Parian beamed through her porcelain mask. She sounded like she was smiling. "Come on up onto the stage," the blonde cape motioned to the stairs. "You can pay and tell me what you want, then once your materials are ready, we can get them processed and ready to be used!"
 
Materials. That was her, Taylor realized.
 
She wasn't even a girl anymore, just... Materials.
 
That wasn't all bad though, Taylor tried to reassure herself. Materials were necessary. You couldn't make anything without them.
 
That meant *she* was necessary. Useful. If only for something like this.
 
"Come on!" Aisha whooped practically dragging Taylor up the steps. "Let's get you snuffed!"
 
Taylor's stomach was practicing gymnastics as Aisha dragged her up on stage in front of *everyone*. She wasn't ready for this! But Aisha, who despite desperately wanting to snuff her had never treated her with anything but kindness, was right. The sale *was* only for that day, and Taylor knew that she could've taken *months* and still not have been ready for what was about to happen.
 
She let Aisha pull her up the steps without resisting.
 
"So, what do you want me to make for you?" Parian asked, clearly not addressing Taylor with her question.
 
"I want a corset!" Aisha declared. "And Taylor here's agreed to let you use her for it!"
 
Oh God! There were people with camera phones watching! They were going to film her being snuffed!
 
Taylor could feel her heart racing. Everyone in the crowd looked happy, excited even. They were there to watch a show, and Taylor had just been introduced as the main event.
 
They wanted to see a girl snuffed for her leather, to see *her* snuffed for her leather! They were even filming it to rewatch later.
 
They didn't care that she was ugly, or stick thin, or that her mouth was wide like a frog's. If Taylor was honest, they probably didn't care about her at all. But they were excited to be here; to see her... Snuffed.
 
"You agreed to this?" Parian asked.
 
This was Taylor's last opportunity to stop this madness. To keep living instead of following Aisha's plan for her.
 
"Yeah," Taylor nodded instead, sealing her fate.
 
"Great!" Parian smiled, glad to have yet another customer. "What kind of corset do you want?" She asked, her attention turning back to her actual customer instead of just the raw materials. "Is this a costume garment? Or are you going to be doing waist training? And do you want an over or underbust corset?" Parian inquired.
 
This was her, Taylor realized. They were talking about her. The corset they were designing completely without her input, that was what they were going to use her for.
 
"Overbust, and I don't need to train my waist," Aisha insisted. "I just want Taylor to make me look super sexy when I wear her!" The shorter girl grinned.
 
"Do you want her more of a vest-type corset? Or do you want her to cover between your legs as well? There are some really fun things I can do with her pussy if that's the way you want to go," Parian offered.
 
"You mean like I can wear this bitch's cunt in public and that'd be okay!?" Aisha blurted out in shock as her eyes shined with need.
 
"Well, it definitely wouldn't be appropriate in every social situation..." Parian hedged. "You might want to put a skirt over her?" Parian suggested. "But with the proper fastening, you could definitely do it."
 
"Then we *need* to do that!" Aisha decided. "Holy fuck, that would be *so* fucking *hot*!"
 
Taylor was mortified. Aisha had never told her that she wanted to put Taylor's *twat* on display! But... Could Taylor even protest? Did she have the right to? Aisha wasn't talking about showing off her body, she was talking about her new corset.
 
'A corset that just happens to be made from *me*, and crowned with the lips of *my* pussy,' Taylor blushed.
 
Except, it wouldn't *really* be her pussy anymore, Taylor realized, because she'd be dead.
 
"Are you okay with fasteners in front and laces in the back?" Parian asked. "I can make it lace up in front instead," Parian offered. "it'll be easier to lace up, but the support won't be as good, and you'll lose some of the fun details like her belly button," the masked cape explained.
 
Aisha nodded. "Back's fine. I want everyone to know to know I'm wearing Taylor when I wear her," Aisha grinned
 
Taylor could see the flashes of the camera phones as the crowd filmed her. Her face was almost crimson. Aisha had used her *name*! Now *everyone* would know what happened to her! Oh god! They would probably be able to watch it online!
 
Taylor wanted to back out, but what then? Go back to her terrible life? If she left now her dad still wouldn't care about her, and it was already too late to keep her name and face off the web. Even assuming Aisha never mentioned it, there was no way that Emma would miss the opportunity to insult her about the fact that she had volunteered in the first place. The only thing backing out would do *now* would be to disappoint Aisha; and despite the fact that the shorter girl wanted to *snuff* her? Aisha had at least been nice to her about it. She thought that, even if Taylor wasn't pretty *now*, she could be, as her corset. Taylor didn't want to disappoint her.
 
"Did you bring anything to line her with?" Parian asked, "Silk is probably best. You'll want something soft and nice against your skin while you're wearing her..."
 
"Damn, I didn't!" Aisha admitted.
 
That's okay," Parian assured the shorter girl. I have plenty of bolts of habutai silk that we can use. It'll be a bit extra since the cost for the fabric will have to be added to the cost of the corset, but it shouldn't be too much," Parian decided after giving Aisha a once over to try an figure out how much silk would be needed. "You'll just have to take a look and tell me what color you want after the show, okay?"
 
Aisha nodded. "Sure thing!" she agreed.
 
"Great!" Parian beamed through her porcelain doll mask, her voice carrying through her happiness despite the mask's neutral visage. "I'll need to take your measurements. Your friend donating her leather can get undressed in the changing area. You can take her clothes with you when you leave, or you can leave them and I'll give them to a thrift shop with the rest of the spares."
 
The changing area? Get undressed?
 
Taylor's stomach dropped like a stone as she realized that Parian planned to turn her conversion into a show. She'd already understood that she would be snuffed on stage of course, but now she realized that Parian's show adhered to the old adage that 'sex sells'; even if Taylor herself probably wasn't particularly sexy with her stick thin figure and unappealing face.
 
Still, what could she do? Refuse? Back out? Neither would make her situation any better, and either one would ruin Aisha's plans.
 
Her stomach was tumbling in on itself as she retreated to the changing area to... get naked so that she could be snuffed in front of the eager crowd.
 
There wasn't any way to win, but at least she'd be gone soon, and Aisha could enjoy what was left of her.
 
Taylor was dressed simply, a pair of black and white sketchers sneakers, a pair of white cotton socks, a relatively loose fitting pair of jeans that weren't quite loose enough to be considered 'baggy', a gray T-shirt, her glasses and a green zip up hoodie. None of which were difficult to remove. There was a rack full of clear empty storage boxes with labeled numbers on them, one through twenty. The first six boxes were full, each one stuffed with garments, some rumpled, some folded save for box number three which was missing entirely. Presumably taken home by whoever had brought the girl whose clothes had occupied it to Parian's opening sale.
 
Taylor stripped down, removing her clothes and placing them neatly in the bin marked number seven. First her hoodie, then her shirt, then her shoes and socks, then her jeans, wallet still inside her pocket, until Taylor was left wearing nothing more than her underwear; a set of black bikini-style panties and a matching black A-cup bra.
 
She'd picked the pair out on her own earlier that year. The set was practical, but also sexy, at least that's what she had hoped at the time. Now she was about to die and no one else had seen her in them.
 
Taylor didn't want to take them off. They felt, safe; like a safety blanket. As long as she had them on she couldn't be snuffed.
 
She looked down at herself, wondering what Aisha saw in her that made the gorgeous girl want to *wear* her. Taylor was well aware she wasn't beautiful. She was tall enough at 5'8" to stand out in a crowd, but her height had left her gawky. She had a slight bulge for a belly, small breasts and broomstick-thin arms and legs; none of which were things that anyone she knew considered 'sexy'. But maybe the standards for sexy were different for a corset?
 
Her gawky arms and legs wouldn't matter. Corsets didn't have them. Her wide mouth and plain face wouldn't be on view either after she'd been snuffed. of course, that meant her hair, which Taylor thought her finest asset wasn't in the calculation either, so maybe that was a wash?
 
Aisha had seen her changing in the gym. That's what had decided it for the pretty girl who wanted to wear her. Maybe it was something she saw?
 
It couldn't have been her lack of washboard abs. But... as a corset, those wouldn't factor in. Similarly the size of her breasts was probably just as irrelevant. Her skin was clear, was that it? and Aisha mentioned she was tall, and pale too. Was that enough by itself? Taylor wasn't sure, but she'd also never really looked into the idea before. Emma probably had. but for Taylor? Other girls were enemies, mostly; not potential sources of fabric for sexy clothes that Taylor would have been too mortified to wear in public even if she owned them.
 
It couldn't just be that, Taylor decided. Aisha must have seen something else in her.
 
Carefully, Taylor undid her plain black bra, placing it in the bin with the rest of her clothes.
 
Taylor's breasts were not impressive. She could completely cover them with her hands with room to spare. Her nipples were an unremarkable pinkish-brown and small besides. She didn't have any obvious moles, or acne, but aside from a lack of blemishes to her skin, Taylor still couldn't quite figure out why Aisha wanted *her* over all the other girls in the school.
 
Maybe she didn't? Maybe she'd already asked everyone else and Taylor was the only girl stupid enough to agree to her request.
 
Despite approaching late afternoon, it was still warm enough that Taylor didn't really feel uncomfortable standing in just her panties for protection, well, aside from the natural nervousness that being nearly naked was inflicting on her.
 
Nakedness meant vulnerability. It was why Taylor wore her hoodie; to cover herself in an armor of cloth meant to protect her. Not that it *did*, but mentally? It made her feel safe.
 
Now? Taylor's panties were a hindrance to what Aisha wanted to do to her. They had to be removed.
 
Wincing a bit at the need, Taylor began to peel the panties off of her, thankful at least that she wasn't currently having her cycle. It would have been weird and gross to step out on the stage with a Tampon inside her, and even worse to be bleeding before Parian even *started* to work on her.
 
Gingerly, Taylor placed her panties in the bin next to her bra. She was still wearing her glasses. They would be useless to her soon, but despite Aisha's lethal intentions for her, wearing them felt safer than stepping blindly out on the stage, and she was less likely to embarrass herself by tripping with them on.
 
Maybe it was her... her pussy? Taylor wondered as she stood there naked, separated from the crowd by nothing but the hanging bolts of cloth.
 
It wasn't anything unusual. Mostly flat, with a gap between her thighs and her pinkish inner labia sticking out. Her clit did poke out of its hood, but that wasn't too strange from what she had occasionally seen in the locker room or at camp? It was nice? she supposed? Taylor wasn't really attracted to other girls, and unlike breasts the boys at Winslow didn't stand around commenting on what girls vaginas looked like, so it was hard for her to tell if hers was attractive or not. It didn't look ugly? but Taylor didn't really know what a *beautiful* pussy looked like.
 
The sudden rustling of the curtains immediately drew Taylor's attention. It was on the opposite side from the stage, so it couldn't have been Parian or Aisha coming to get her.
 
A girl slipped between the cloth into her changing area before Taylor could finish figuring out what was happening.
 
She was about Taylor's age, late teens, above average height, Asian, or maybe Japanese? with a large expensive looking film camera around her neck. She looked nervous, as though she knew she wasn't supposed to be there, and guilty, probably since she had snuck her way into the changing room anyway.
 
"Hey," she called out. "Don't panic please? I'm Lily," the girl said in a tone that was meant to be calming.
 
"I'm a big fan of Parian and I was hoping to... you know, get a picture before she went to work on you," Lilly blushed. "I can get probably get pictures of the finished products in her windows until their new owners come to pick them up, but the view from the stage isn't great so I've been taking some 'before' pictures in the changing room," Lily admitted. "I'd like to take some of you? If you don't mind?"
 
Taylor wanted to refuse her, to tell her off for barging in on her naked like this, but... what crime had she really committed? Taylor would still be naked when she went out on the stage, and the lack of a good angle to take pictures hadn't stopped anyone else from filming her, or Aisha from using her name.
 
In a matter of minutes, Parian would be snuffing her. Sure this was embarrassing now, but once that happened? She'd be dead. What would she care then?
 
In a way, Aisha's request had freed her. Taylor was still embarrassed of course; but now? She didn't need to think about what other people thought of her.
 
It... really wouldn't matter if Lily took her picture after all, Taylor would be dead before anyone could see it.
 
"Do you want a particular pose?" Taylor asked nervously.
 
"Not really!" Lily chirped happily as she got her camera ready, "Whatever you want to show me is fine, just your hands at your sides is fine, but I wouldn't say no to more pics if you're okay with that?"
 
"I..." Taylor hesitated. "You want more than one picture of me?" she asked in a hopeful tone that quivered with uncertainty. "Why?"
 
Lily blinked. "Well, you're not generally my type?" she admitted. "But why would I say no to more pictures of a pretty naked girl?"
 
'Pretty?' The word resounded in Taylor's ears. 'I'm pretty?' she wondered. 'No, Lily's just being nice,' Taylor decided.
 
"Are you going to share them with anyone?" Taylor asked hesitantly.
 
"Just Parian," Lily admitted. "But, I'm planning to do the pictures as 'Before and after' sets, so she might want to use them for advertising? Is that okay?"
 
'Was it?' Taylor wondered. Probably not. Taylor didn't want people to see her like this. Naked. But... that wasn't really an option, was it? People would be taking pictures of the stage, and her, whether she wanted them to or not. Lily, despite breaking into her dressing room, had at least asked politely. That deserved... something, at least?
 
"It...is," Taylor hesitated before agreeing. She still wasn't sure about this, but... she was going to die soon anyway, wasn't she? "Okay," she finished, letting her hands hang at her sides despite the almost unbearable need to cover herself as Lily took pictures. This was... it was training, for what was going to happen once she left the protection of the curtains. if she couldn't handle this, how could she handle an entire audience?
 
Lily smiled and immediately began taking pictures before giving Taylor a large thumbs up. "Got 'em, thanks!" the Asian girl bubbled.
 
That... wasn't too bad? It was... Taylor's stomach was doing flip flops, but she got through it. She could get through the cameras out on stage too. Lily had actually done her a favor, asking her like this.
 
Maybe... she deserved something in return?
 
"I..." Taylor started. "I want to give you another picture. But, I don't know what you'd enjoy..." Taylor admitted. "Is there a pose you want from me?"
 
Lily perked up. "How..." The Asian girl hesitated, seeming to struggle with a question before nodding to herself and looking at Taylor with nervous hopefulness. "I'd love to have a picture of you... playing with yourself?" Lily requested uncertainly. "I can't imagine how turned on you'd have to be to volunteer for this, to be snuffed like this, I mean? I'd love to have a picture of you... enjoying yourself, before you go?"
 
'Turned on?' Taylor wondered. 'Was that what the other six girls before her were?'
 
Taylor didn't know.
 
She certainly wasn't. Turned on, that was.
 
But, Lily was so earnest, and... Taylor didn't want her to pity her, or worse, despise her when she found out Taylor's real reason for volunteering. How worthless she was, how terrible her life was. That the only reason she was here was because Aisha was *nice* to her. Not even that nice either, just... She was the only person who seemed to care if Taylor lived or died, and... Taylor had just gone along with her idea for lack of better options?
 
Better that Lily thought she was some kind of... perverted sex fiend, than that.
 
Taylor spread her legs and leaned against the rack holding the boxes of clothes trying to remember how she masturbated.
 
It wasn't that Taylor didn't do it. She did! it's just.... lately she'd been too depressed to really... want to.
 
That and doing this in front of someone else; a girl at that when she wasn't even attracted to girls! Between the two impulses, Taylor's brain was a little bit frazzled.
 
It took a few seconds, but eventually Taylor remembered. reaching up to roll her left nipple between the thumb and index finger of her right hand as she reached down with her left hand and *rubbed*. Taylor didn't get much from penetration. She'd always preferred to *rub* and play with her clit...
 
She wasn't even the least bit turned on right now though. She was nervous, and afraid and... eager, for it all to be over. But, this was what Lily wanted her for, her fantasy, just like Aisha wanted her for *hers*. And Taylor... *wanted* to be wanted like that. She wanted to be... remembered, even if it was only as a sexy outfit in Aisha's closet, or a folder of dirty photos taken by a girl who only liked her because she was about to be snuffed by the cape that Lily *clearly* had a crush on.
 
"Wow," Lily beamed as she zoomed in for a close up of Taylor's face. "Your eyes are so *intense*," she praised. "It's kinda hot."
 
Taylor blinked, not sure how to take that statement. Luckily, Lily was done with her photography.
 
"Thanks!" The chipper Asian girl gushed. "I'm going to head back out front now! I don't want to miss your big moment!" she explained before ducking out of the changing room the way she came, leaving Taylor feeling naked and alone.
 
Taylor dropped her fingers as soon as Lily was gone. Being snuffed was alluring, Taylor could admit that to herself at least. But it wasn't *sexual* for her.
 
She wasn't even sure it was Sexual for Aisha either. Well, the corset probably was? But that was more about the end result than watching Taylor die for her. Aisha wanted to *wear* her. Snuffing her was just a necessary step toward that goal, not the goal itself.
 
Taylor wasn't sure how long she waited before Aisha stuck her head in, wolf whistling in appreciation at the sight of her naked body.
 
Taylor blushed. Her hands wanted to cover her private parts, but she kept them at her sides.
 
"Damn. You're just like I remember from the locker room," Aisha swooned. "You're gonna look great on me!"
 
"Alright!" Aisha grinned impishly. "It's time to get you snuffed!"
 
Aisha beckoned with her hand and Taylor followed, keenly aware of her own nakedness as she slipped through the curtains into the harsh light of day.
 
There were people taking pictures, and others filming video, but Taylor tried to ignore them as she marched to... her doom.
 
"Right," Parian began as they reached her. "I've tallied everything up, and an overbust corset, made from genuine girl leather, with you providing the girl, comes to three hundred and ninety five. The flesh colored zipper you want between the lips of the corset's pussy is another five, and the blue silk lining you wanted will be twenty, which brings the whole thing to four hundred and twenty dollars even. Credit's fine if you have it, but I will need to get paid before I snuff the girl you brought to provide the materials," Parian insisted.
 
"Four twenty? Damn that's awesome! But... shit! I only brought $400!" Aisha replied. "Can we ditch the lining?"
 
"I have it," Taylor spoke up, the words coming out before she even realized she was speaking.
 
"You... what?" Aisha asked, not quite certain she was really hearing what she thought she was.
 
"I have it," Taylor repeated. "I have the extra $20. It's... it *was* going to be my lunch money for the week, but... well, I don't think I'll be needing it?" Taylor admitted, sending a few laughs through the crowd at what they thought was a joke. "It's in my wallet, in my pants in bin number seven. I can get it for you," Taylor offered.
 
It made sense, she wouldn't need it for lunch, but having a lining would make sure she lasted longer... as a corset. Really she was spending it on herself, right?
 
"No need," Parian replied. "Aisha can get it while I take your measurements. We need to make sure you'll fit her."
 
It felt strange being subjected to a parahuman power, Taylor decided as Parian used her telekinetic power over cloth and a tape measure to take her measurements. Almost like something out of Harry Potter, Taylor realized as the tape flowed around her. A piece of paper and a pen absently writing off to the side, seemingly by itself, taking down her measurements.
 
Parian's measuring tape focused mostly on her torso, the parts of her that were going to be used for Aisha's corset, but Taylor did notice the fashionista cape taking measurements of her arms and legs as well.
 
"Are those going to be in the corset?" Taylor asked, unsure why the tape was figuring out her ring sizes.
 
"What?" Parian asked, startled out of her work. "Oh, That! No, the reason for the discount if you bring your own materials to the sale is that I get to keep all the extra leather after the garment the buyer wants is finished," the masked woman explained. "I'm not sure yet what I'm going to do with the rest of you, stockings and opera gloves, maybe? Or I could use the leather to make boots, or stitch it together for a pair of pants, or stockings and a garter belt? Like I said, I'm not sure what to do with it yet," Parian confessed. "That's why I need the measurements."
 
"Got it!" Aisha returned, holding a single wad of rolled up cash. Taylor had no idea how the other girl had amassed that much money. Maybe she was secretly rich despite the trashy way she dressed? or maybe she had a part time job? Taylor hoped she hadn't stolen it, but she wasn't about to ask.
 
Aisha gave the thick wad of rolled up cash to Parian, who counted it out.
 
"Four hundred twenty," Parian nodded. "That's exactly the right amount," she acknowledged. " Alright! time to get you snuffed," she declared turning to Taylor.
 
The crowd cheered at Parian's pronouncement, making Taylor keenly aware of their presence. She didn't take a long look over the crowd, not wanting to make herself nervous, but she did catch a glimpse of Lily and her camera near the front of the crowd smiling and giving her a thumbs up.
 
Parian led her to a metal pole near the front edge of the stage. It wasn't tall, only extending up from the stage to right below Taylor's rib cage, though it ended in a sharp point. There were steps on either side of it leading to a pair of platforms for her feet to stand on that could collapse underneath her like trap doors once the pole was securely lodged inside her.
 
And it would be lodged inside her, Taylor could tell. While the pole itself was clean and free from any blemish, the wooden stage beneath the setup was stained with blood. This was how Aisha and Parian were planning on snuffing her.
 
"Alright. Just climb up onto the pole and impale yourself on it. You can use either your vagina or your butt, but there's no lube, so I recommend putting the spit in your pussy. You can use the spit to try and get off one final time if you want? That's been a big hit with the crowd so far. Or I can just trigger the releases on the footholds as soon as you're in the right position if you'd prefer to just get it over with. Up to you," Parian offered.
 
Taylor's eyes widened in shock. She thought that Parian or Aisha were just going to slit her throat and let her bleed out. This was... Not something Taylor was at all prepared for.
 
She looked over at Aisha who gave her a big excited grin in response, and from Lily's thumbs up earlier, Taylor could already tell how she felt.
 
The crowd were excited, cameras and eyes fastened on her naked body in anticipation. They wanted this. They wanted to see her die, impaled on the same pole as the six girls who had come before her. They wanted to watch her put on a show.
 
Taylor knew what that meant, what they wanted. They wanted her to fuck the spit as it killed her. Like Lily in the changing room, they thought that she wanted this and they wanted to see her enjoying it.
 
They seemed... happy for her.
 
Taylor's heart sank. She didn't want to make a scene.
 
She didn't want to disappoint them.
 
She stepped up the short step ladder-like platforms and onto the footholds, just standing there for a second. She was naked, and the way that the platforms were set up her feet were shoulder width apart, which would have provided a perfect view from the crowd of her privates, if it weren't for the spit resting directly in front of them, its tip just tall enough that Taylor would have to raise up on her tiptoes to slip it... inside her.
 
This was crazy, but it was happening. Taylor had her chance to back out, she'd had more than one chance, and each time she'd thought about it she'd come to the same conclusion; she'd be better off snuffed, and so would everyone else once she was dead. Her dad would no longer have to take care of her. Emma could... resolve whatever fixation they had with her. The crowd could enjoy a show. Lily could get an 'after' picture of Parian's work for her folder. Parian would get to keep the $420.00 she was charging for this. And Aisha? Aisha could have the corset she wanted.
 
The only thing standing between everyone and their happiness was Taylor. She needed to die so that they could be happy.
 
With a nervous trembling in her fingers, Taylor arched her hips, rose up on the tips of her toes, and positioned herself on top of the spit.
 
The crowd in front of her was cheering, their presence devolving into a dull roar as Taylor reached down to spread her barely wet lower lips. Lily had helped her more than she knew, the slight stimulation that she had encouraged Taylor to give herself made this task that should have been impossible, merely hard instead.
 
And the spit with definitely hard. Despite being attracted to them, Taylor had never been with a man before. She never had *anything* larger than her own fingers inside of her before!
 
The spit was as wide as all five fingers on one of her hands put together. It didn't yield like flesh did, it didn't bend, or seek to accommodate her. It just... was; and Taylor was at its mercy.
 
The tip of the spit slid uncomfortably into Taylor's sex. It was pointy, and sharp, and difficult to engulf in her almost dry twat. Taylor had to play with herself a bit rubbing her lower lips and pinching her clit In order to generate the necessary arousal to even let it travel inside her.
 
To the crowd, it looked like Taylor was giving them a show. She was a naked girl with a piercing gaze masturbating atop the item that she had agreed in front of all of them would end her. They didn't see how her fingers were trembling, nor the way her pulse was pounding in her head. But even if they had? Those were signs of arousal too. It wouldn't have changed their impression.
 
It was hard to get turned on enough to accommodate her first and final lover. Taylor played with herself for what felt like hours just so that she could sink down from her tippy toes, and stand like a normal person.
 
The spit was firmly inside her now. She could feel it stretching her, its smooth surface was rubbing against her insides.
 
It wasn't arousing, but the stimulation was helping, at least a little bit.
 
It was painful, Taylor felt like she was being stretched to the very breaking point; And in a way she was.
 
A quick glance at Aisha showed that the trashily dressed girl had slipped her hand down her pants was now mimicking Taylor's own administrations on her own teenage twat. Parian was still, but watching just as avidly. As was Lily as she snapped pictures of Taylor's first and final fuck from almost directly between her legs. They were all enjoying this. All watching breathlessly as Taylor's twat engulfed her final lover.
 
Taylor started to bend down, her knees lowering her entire body mass as she sank onto the spit, her hands never pausing as they rubbed and flipped and fondled her privates. She looked like a sex fiend; like sheer arousal had driven her into the madness of snuffing herself for the cheering crowd. Nothing could be further from the truth of course, but that was the story that everyone around her wanted to see, and so Taylor gave it to them, even though the only reason she was masturbating was to get enough arousal to accommodate her unwanted intruder.
 
As she sank lower Taylor could feel the tip of the spit resting against her cervix. She couldn't go any further without injuring herself, And she knew if she told Parian to drop her now? The spit would painfully tear through her body without any mercy whatsoever.
 
Taylor straightened her knees, rising up off her invader; fucking the spit in truth now in order to try and free enough arousal to ease its journey through her body.
 
The crowd was small, but the roar of its approval at Taylor's act was thunderous.
 
Taylor wasn't doing this for them. Well, not intentionally. But her actions were definitely given them a show. She could feel herself getting wetter, slowly. The crowds presence wasn't helping, neither was the spit's purpose, or her knowledge of her own inevitable fate. But physical sensation and manipulation *were* helping, slowly.
 
Up and down, Taylor fucked her intruder, the rippling muscles of her cunt clasping hard around it, but failing to get a solid grip on the now slightly slick surface of the smooth steel spit.
 
She was close; not to cumming, having enough arousal so that the spit could slide right through her.
 
It was tempting to wait. To try and cum one final time from this; but Taylor wasn't sure how long that would take. With all the factors against her, it felt like it might be hours.
 
She was wet enough now.
 
"Sn- Snuff me!" She shouted nervously at Parian, and if it sounded like arousal making her stutter instead of fear, that wasn't Taylor's fault at all, just another misunderstanding.
 
The ground dropped from beneath her, sending the spit hurtling through her cervix, and piercing through her womb and vital organs until it rested the base of her rib cage.
 
Taylor's head through itself back of its own accord, her throat releasing a frightened moan of agony at the sudden, shocking pain.
 
It looked to everyone around her just like the rail-thin girl was cumming.
 
She was dead now. Unless a healing cape came by and saved her, Taylor Hebert was dead. That was no way for her to survive this; her body just hadn't gotten the message yet.
 
Of course, with the spit still firmly lodged inside her, Taylor wasn't bleeding all that quickly. She was probably in shock, everything was numb and her limbs were cold and shaking even though it was a reasonably warm day at the tail end of spring.
 
She could probably last a few more minutes if she didn't move at all. Taylor wasn't interested in living longer, especially not like this as a fatally impaled fucktoy being stared at.
 
Her lips let out a gasping moan of pain as she bent her knees even further, sending the spit deeper into her already fatally wounded body. She could feel it moving behind her lacking breasts. She just needed to go a little bit deeper; to pierce her heart, or her lungs.
 
To the crowd, it looked amazing. It seemed to every watcher as if Taylor had just cum from being spitted, still tortuously aching for more, needing one more climax to finish her off. It seemed like she was fucking the spit in search of yet another orgasm, even though in reality she hadn't cum a single time all day.
 
Taylor managed to force the spit deeper inside her body. Her mouth was trapped in a permanent 'O' of pain, her eyes were glassy and far away. She was sweating, and trembling, and all these gave additional weight to the idea that Taylor was enjoying the show she was putting on.
 
The crowd was cheering and Lily, crouched between her legs at the lip of the stage, was the loudest of it.
 
She'd put on a show for them, Taylor realized. Her death was giving everyone what they wanted. She hopped up, trying to build enough momentum to ensure her end. She could still feel the spit inside her, tearing at her insides but also fucking her in a way that she had never been able to experience before.
 
The tip of her unwanted invader stabbed deep within her heart, stopping it.
 
Taylor died with a smile on her face, glad that it was finally over, and satisfied that at least in death she had made someone happy.
 
_____
 
Aisha grinned as she walked into the entrance hall of Winslow High.
 
It had taken an entire week, but she finally had the corset that she ordered. Taylor hugged her body perfectly, her blue silk lining completely invisible from the outside. Aisha's breasts were pressed enticingly together by the corset she'd had made from the former white girl, covered by the remains of Taylor's own modest tits. Not her nipples, sadly, Parian had talked her out of that design, and even though Aisha mourned the loss, she had to admit that her new corset looked much nicer without them.
 
Taylor was the only thing that she was wearing, aside from her shoes and socks, and some earrings. She could get away with it because of the zipper that Parian had installed between the snuffed girl's cute cunt lips. Taylor's sex was on display, but Aisha's own was properly covered, and since Taylor no longer existed as anything more than a corset, she couldn't be punished for showing them off.
 
Aisha almost tried to whistle on her way to her first class of the day, before remembering how badly she sucked at it. Still, she was definitely psyched to finally be wearing her corset, and her grin couldn't be wiped from her face for anything.
 
Enter Emma Barnes. The stupid bitch and her cronies.
 
"Hey you! You were speaking to Taylor last week, weren't you?" The lead bitch demanded. "Tell me where she is!"
 
"You're staring at her," Aisha laughed, motioning to her corset. "Can't you tell? The video from Parian's sale's been up for *days*."
 
"Staring at..." Emma's jaw dropped as she realized what Aisha was telling her. "What the fuck!? You snuffed that useless little whore!?" Emma shouted outraged. "She was mine!"
 
"Not anymore!" Aisha chortled. "And I've got a bill of sale and a ton of video evidence to prove it if you want to try something," Aisha shot back. "This corset wasn't cheap."
 
"Why would you even want to *wear* a useless slut like her?" Emma demanded. "Just give her to me before you embarrass yourself."
 
"You're just jealous anyway, I wonder, are you jealous of me for wearing her? Or are you jealous of her instead?" Aisha asked.
 
Emma looked like she was getting ready to argue, so Aisha cut her off.
 
"She looked like she loved every single second of it, after all."
 
With that, Aisha walked to class, enjoying the way that Taylor rubbed oh so softly against her cunt, and not even looking back once to enjoy the panicked stuttering of Emma fucking Barnes.
 
The End.