How Laura Snuffed Amy
Tags: F/F, Consensual, College, Redhead, Goth, seduction, fingering, oral, body modification.
 
The second Laura saw Amy in the college reading room she knew she had to snuff her. All that was left was convincing Amy to let her.
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Laura knew she had to snuff her the moment she saw the girl in the private reading room.
 
It was the glasses that attracted her attention at first, large and round wire-frames that emphasized her face; cute and half Asian, though Laura couldn't quite tell what part of Asia just from looking at her.
 
With her attention attracted Laura couldn't help but admire the girl's hourglass figure and full breasts. She was dressed rather conservatively in a tight fitting sweater and a knee length skirt over thick thigh high gray socks. Not an unusual outfit with winter break fast approaching at the end of the week, but there was something off about it. It looked oddly rumpled.
 
As Laura walked closer to the open glass walls of the private reading room she realized why. While the girl was clearly leaning over the reading table and holding a book in one hand, her other hand was hidden beneath the desk, and beneath her skirt.
 
The girl was entirely engrossed with the book she was reading, one corner of her lower lip held between her teeth in a suitably studious expression, were it not for the way she kept shifting and the slightly rumpled lines of her skirt...
 
She was masturbating, Laura realized as she walked closer to the door.
 
In that moment, as she reached out to turn the handle she knew she absolutely had to have this girl. She *needed* end this girl's life.
 
The door clicked loudly as it opened.
 
The girl was so deep into what she was reading that she didn't even notice as the door was opened, the hinges silent, or even when Laura quietly closed it again.
 
"Fuck you're sexy. You have to let me snuff you," Laura blurted out, staring rapt at the girl in front of her.
 
*That* finally got the girl's attention, and she gave an adorable little squeak. One hand landed heavily on the book as she straightened up and looked wide-eyed at Laura, her other hand coming up to straighten her top a little. "Ahh! I, um, sorry, I d-didn't see you come in..."
 
"I noticed you were distracted," Laura admitted.
 
The girl certainly blushed prettily, glancing shyly away from the intruder. "Um, I'm Amy... Did I stay too long again? the librarians always get mad about that...."
 
She was starting to pack up the books around her into a bag.
 
"No, I'm not a Librarian. You still have a few minutes left,� Laura replied. �I'm here because I want to snuff you."
 
This time, the girl, Amy, clearly heard her. She froze, tucking a book into her bag, and *slowly* turned to give Laura that wide-eyed adorable stare again. She was blushing too, and bit her lip, squirming a little in her seat.
 
"I, um, I'm f-flattered, b-but...." She stammered to a stop, took a breath and went on, not looking at Laura. "B-But I'm n-not interested r-right now... I mean, thank you for your interest, b-but...."
 
"Are you sure?" Laura asked, leaning forward to show off the fact that her own small breasts were not at all constrained by a bra. "You haven't ever even *thought* of being snuffed?"
 
The girl froze again, her flush deepening even before she glanced towards Laura, and was captivated by the slight swells of the other girl's breasts, blushing harder and looking hurriedly away. ".....I-I've thought about it, who hasn't....?"
 
"Tell me, what were you thinking about when I saw you playing with yourself earlier?" Laura asked.
 
This time when she froze, she whirled to give Laura a terrified stare, and a frightened little squeak.
 
"Don't worry, I don't intend to tell anyone. Of course, since I already know what you were doing, there's no need for you to rush out without listening to me first, right?" Laura asked with a knowing smile.
 
The girl really was adorable nibbling her lower lip like that, squirming in her seat and blushing so hard it was traveling down her cute, pale throat. "I, um, a-alright...?"
 
"You're absolutely gorgeous. I knew from the very second I saw you that I wanted to end your life, Amy," Laura admitted, her legs rubbing together in barely concealed arousal.
 
The girl's blush couldn't get any more intense without going positively incandescent. She shuffled a bit, shifting her seat sideways and timidly offering Laura the one beside her, glancing nervously at the long window along one wall, and shyly back at the girl. "Um... th-thanks.....?"
 
"Do you mind if we talk about it? You don't have to agree if you don't want to, but I'd love to talk to you about snuffing you?" Laura asked hopefully.
 
"Um, s-sure?" The girl seemed nervous, glancing between Laura and the window as she swiftly tucked the last book into her backpack. Laura got a glimpse of the cover, which showed a naked woman spread eageled in chains, and a cruel-looking woman smirking at her as she lashed the lady's behind. The title was "My Sister Snuffed Me!" or something to that effect, Laura didn't get a good look.
 
"Don't worry," Laura said, checking the door. "I don't care that you were playing with yourself in the library. I'm not going to blackmail you. I want to snuff you, I don't want to rape you; even if it's just by coercion..."
 
The girl's blush somehow found room to deepen, but she relaxed slightly. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you..."
 
"You didn't. Honestly I barely noticed until I was just outside the door. If it weren't for how snuffable you look, I'd never have even noticed," Laura admitted. "I saw what you were reading... About being snuffed by your sister. So I know you're interested, aren't you?"
 
Amy had been slowly relaxing, but that comment made her blush and look away. "....I'd th-thought about it... I'd hoped maybe to be snuffed for my sister's wedding..."
 
"Oh! Your sister is getting married?" Laura asked, cheerfully.
 
"...one day, hopefully. She's still single, for now..." Amy's voice was shy and soft, as she gave a timid glance to Laura.
 
Laura frowned. She'd thought maybe she could accompany Amy to the wedding as her guest to enjoy the show even of she couldn't snuff the girl herself, but this seemed less like a plan and more like a long term fantasy.
 
"Does she know that's what you want?" Laura asked, almost certain that Amy's sister didn't.
 
The girl didn't speak, but her blush spoke for her as she glanced away and down, shaking her head and plucking at her skirt a little.
 
"She doesn't, does she?" Laura realized.
 
After a few seconds of silence, Laura decided on a new tack. "As nice as that fantasy is, maybe your sister has other plans for her wedding. What if she doesn't want to snuff you? Or if she doesn't get married? Or maybe she wants *you* to snuff *her?* You might never be snuffed. You could age out of snuffability entirely..."
 
Amy was nibbling her lip and starting to hunch. She clearly was a bit uncomfortable with these ideas and uncertain how to proceed
 
"I *really* want to snuff you Amy, and I'm willing to work with you to make that a reality," Laura stated, reaching forward to lay her own hand across Amy's. "Can you tell me what you were fantasizing about when I came in?"
 
The smaller, pale brunette stiffened a bit, glancing shyly at the hand laying across her own, then to the window, and then glancing sidelong timidly at Laura. "...c-can you keep a secret....?"
 
"I definitely can," Laura answered.
 
"....I w-wasn't reading, I was writing...." it was a bit awkward as Amy reached into her bag, but timidly pulled out the book. Now that it wasn't being obscured by the girl's arm or speed, Laura could see that it was actually a notebook, with a printed-out picture taped to the cover. "....I've been fantasizing about... about how I w-wanted to be snuffed...."
 
Not once while doing that, did Amy's hand leave Laura's.
 
"Can I see?" Laura inquired, staring at the notebook.
 
Amy's blush was not quite so incandescent as she shyly pushed the book over, but she didn't meet Laura's gaze.
 
"I'd be happy to make your fantasies come true..." Laura tempted, her foot reaching out to touch Amy's.
 
The paler girl gulped, and shot Laura a frightened look, though her blush was still in place. "I, um, um!"
 
"You're pretty when you blush like that you know... Pretty snuffable, too," Laura flirted.
 
The cute goth girl blushed adorably as she glanced demurely down in her lap, but she didn't make to pull her hand away from Laura
 
Laura reached over to the notebook and opened it. It was full. Almost half the book had been used up already. Idly Amy flipped to the first page.
 
"'Jenny, this is my private sex journal, don't read any further unless you want to know my fetishes.' Jenny's your sister? The one you want to snuff you?" Laura asked, curious.
 
The shy girl gave a timid nod, biting her lip and shooting a glance over at Laura.
 
"Fantasy number one: I'm paraded naked at Jenny's wedding, everyone can see me naked as my Sister talks about how tasty I'll be. She's going to hang me, and I'll dance for the guests until I die and get put into the over for the reception dinner," Laura read out.
 
There was a lot more detail and dialog, as Amy had fleshed out her fantasy over the next few pages, but the gist of it was summed up in those first few sentences. The next several pages were similar, various variations on a theme, including being the living centerpiece of her sister's reception, spitted and slowly expiring, trussed up and vulnerable to any hand that wanted to touch her.
 
"You're a perfect little snuff slut, aren't you, Amy?" Laura asked softly as she squeezed Amy's hand, slowly sliding her foot up and down the other girl's thigh. "A dirty little exhibitionist, and eager to be used..." Laura paused.
 
"How much do you really want from here?" The redhead asked.
 
The gothic girl gave a quiet whimper, timidly shifting her hand so Laura's fingers would twine with hers. She squirmed at the gentle touch of the other girl's sock-clad foot, blushing harder than Laura thought possible, her entire face and throat down to her shirt collar was red, and she couldn't seem to meet Laura's eyes.
 
"N-N-Not... not all of it..." her voice was quiet, timid, almost a whisper.
 
"But enough?" Laura asked, hopefully.
 
".....m-most of it...." Amy squeaked as she shot a timid little glance at Laura.
 
"Is it okay if I move a little closer?" Laura asked, letting Amy's hand go so that she could move into the same comfy chair as Amy was. Of course, Laura didn't wait for permission before she moved to sit in the same chair as the girl she hoped to seduce.
 
The trembling girl gave a timid nod, squirming a little as Laura shifted into the same comfy seat, blushing as the taller girl almost dragged her into her lap.
 
"It's hard to tell how you feel when you won't tell me. That's why I'm going to let your other mouth tell me how you feel," Laura admitted, reaching down beneath Amy's skirt. She did so slowly, giving Amy enough time to stop her if she really objected, but making it clear that she wasn't *really* asking.
 
The pale girl gave a quiet gasp, whimpering a tiny bit deep in her throat as Laura gently lifted the hem of her skirt. The girl made as if to stop her, but her hand had no strength as it rested on Laura's, seemingly unable to stop the redhead as she found the pale, creamy lips between Amy's trembling thighs, and found them both moist, and eager, parted and ready for the gentle intruders.
 
Amy's soft whimper turned into a quiet, needy whine as Laura's middle two fingers slowly circled, then tenderly parted the smaller girl's lips, sliding slowly between them before arching and delving *deep* in one fluid motion that drew another shocked, aroused gasp from the slender, goth girl.
 
"Now, let's take a look through these fantasies. It looks like you enjoy being manhandled? Is that true?" Laura asked delighted. "No need to use your words, I want to know what your juicy little pussy thinks, Amy."
 
"Nnnnhhh..." The smaller girl gave a shy nod, blushing and panting rapidly in Laura's ear as they cuddled together on the large, comfy chair. The smaller girl's pussy clenched around Laura's fingers, not a trace of panties to be felt anywhere.
 
"No panties... Did you go commando the whole way here? And fingering yourself in public, You really *are* an exhibitionist, aren't you?" Laura realized.
 
Amy bit her lip and whimpered softly as she shook her head. She glanced timidly at Laura before patting her purse on the table, her pussy growing more moist by the minute as she shot a terrified glance at the window. If Laura were to shift *just* so, then anyone walking by would have a fine view of her fingers teasing Amy's twat.
 
"No? I'm not sure I believe you," Laura decided, shifting to take advantage.
 
"There, now *everyone* can see this pretty pussy of yours..." Laura declared.
 
"...ohgod...." Amy's voice was tight, small, and mortified and aroused in equal measure, her juicy little pussy clenching softly and rhythmically around Laura's two fingers.
 
"See? Your pussy is much more honest, isn't it?" Laura gloated.
 
"Now, how about this next section. You want to be ordered around? I can definitely do that... Are you wearing a Bra, Amy? Be honest, I'll be checking..."
 
The girl whimpered and gave a shy, timid nod, squirming and trying to close her legs, to keep any wandering passers-by from seeing her being *teased* like this!
 
"Take it off," Laura ordered. "You don't need to remove your shirt, yet, but I want you bra-less."
 
Amy shot her a wide-eyed stare, but at a gentle prod in her pussy, the smaller girl whimpered and squirmed, shyly closing her legs around Laura's hand as she reached up under her sweater in back, struggling with the clasp.
 
Laura watched, smiling as Amy got the clasp undone, waiting to see what her potential snuff-slut was wearing.
 
The cute girl whimpered as she drew her bra out from under her shirt, blushing and glancing timidly at the woman who still had two fingers buried in her young, needy twat. The bra was fairly plain, though also fairly large, good, hefty Cs, maybe small Ds on this smol girl...
 
"Cute bra. Put it in your purse. You won't be wearing it out of here," Laura pronounced.
 
Amy had to reach awkwardly around Laura to do so, looking a bit less tense (though her pussy was still juicy and deliciously tight as ever) as she tucked the wadded up bundle of material into her purse.
 
"Ooh! This section is *wonderful!* 'When you snuff me Jenny, I want to be treated like a thing. I want to be stripped and treated like an object, ordered to march naked to the spit'," Laura read.
 
Amy's sex clenched *HARD* as she gave a soft, needy, aroused, shocked gasp. she didn't *dare* meet Laura's wide smile, squirming and whimpering quietly under the gentle sexual assault.
 
"I think that sounds absolutely *Wonderful,* Amy. That's how I want to snuff this pussy of yours," Laura admitted.
 
"I, ahh, hhhaaahhhh....~" The girl only just maned to snap her jaw shut on a loud moan, whimpering it instead into Laura's shoulder as her pussy was *teased.*
 
"Tell me Amy, how do we make that happen?" Laura asked, ordering Amy to tell her how to snuff her.
 
"I, mmmmhhh, please, I.." the girl whimpered quietly, almost sobbing with need as her pussy clenched in a strengthening rhythm around Luara's teasing fingers, her thighs clamped tightly shut around the other girl's wrist as Amy was clearly nearing her peak.
 
"Tell me, Amy. Tell me how to snuff you," Laura commanded. She knew what she wanted, but where to get the spit, where to do the deed? Amy had clearly planned her death a hundred times. It was clear the girl knew how to pull it off.
 
Haltingly, in between numerous strangled gasps and whimpers of need, Amy timidly explained how she wanted to be teased, ordered, treated like a slave, told to do things, to humiliate herself, until she was taken. Publicly. Claimed. And finally lead off to her fate.
 
"I'm going to snuff you, Amy," Laura pronounced. "Friday. You have two days to get used to that. To stew in that knowledge that you're going to die for me. That you're going to obey my orders even though they're going to end you."
 
The curvy girl whimpered and gave a soft, gasping mewl, nodding shyly and struggling to shift away as someone walked past. Luckily, they had their nose in a book and didn't see the compromised position that Laura had Amy in, but the girl was positively burning with lust and excitement from *nearly* getting caught!
 
Laura leafed a few more pages in. "'After you snuff me, don't just throw me away. Eat me. Wear me. Take me as a trophy. As a statue or an art piece.' what do you mean by 'Wear me'?"
 
Amy gulped and pointed to the cover, where the picture depicted a pale woman wearing a corset of black leather.
 
"And you'd be the corset?" Laura asked.
 
"I-If.... oh god! If you want me...." Amy's hips were rocking faster now, humping against Laura's fingers buried so deep inside her!
 
"I can't agree to that unless I see what I'll be wearing. If you want me to wear you, I need to see you first,� Laura declared. �If that's what you want, then you need to strip."
 
Laura removed her absolutely sopping fingers from Amy's slit. The order was implied, but no less real.
 
Amy gave a needy whine, panting and staring at Laura. "ohgod... h-here? N-Now?!" Her voice squeaked up into a hoarse whisper.
 
"Here and now," Laura agreed. "If I like what I see? Then next week I'll be wearing an Amy-leather corset and stockings."
 
The other girl's, really very pretty eyes went *wide,* and she bit her lip, whimpering shyly and giving a fearful look at the wide-open window.
"There's no one coming Amy. And even if there is? If I like what I see, you're not going to survive the week."
 
The girl whimpered, but shyly slid off Laura's lap, shifting around to hide behind the chair as much as she could. Timidly, she reached to her waist, peeking shyly at Laura, and timidly lifted her sweater, baring soft, smooth, creamy-pale belly, and... and a full set of very round and warm breasts, unkissed by the sun, pale and smooth as whipped cream.
 
She was already stiff wtih arousal.
 
"Well, I like what I see so far, but I need to see more," Laura decided. "The corset in the picture was black. Do you want to be dyed black after you're snuffed?"
 
Amy stopped, her sweater pulled up to reveal those glorious, unfettered boobs, her eyes wide and biting her lip. For answer, she timidly pushed her skirt down, hips working side to side as she gave a sexy little shimmy, and the cloth dropped to the floor.
 
Her legs were clad in plain, neutral-gray stockings up to mid-thigh, and aside from that? the only thing she wore was her pink, swollen sex, dripping with arousal.
 
"Bend over the table. I want a closer look at your pussy," Laura ordered.
 
Amy whimpered, her wide eyes glancing timidly to the window, before hiding behind t he chair for a moment as a teacher walked past. he glanced towards the window, but in an absent sort of way, and was gone before he saw anything.
 
Amy's quiet gulp was soft and terrified. "P-Please, d-do I have t-to...?"
 
"You do. I want your eyes pointed toward the hallway so that you can watch for everyone walking by as I inspect my prize," Laura commanded as she stood up, standing next to where she wanted Amy bent over.
 
The table was a broad one, so large a girl could lay on it and not touch the edges. Amy whimpered, timidly emerging from behind the chair to shyly move up to the table. she hesitated, glancing over her shoulder at Laura, then shyly started to lay on her belly, legs spreading to present herself
 
"Good," Laura praised as she knelt down so that Amy's pussy was at eye level, coincidentally hiding most of her from view behind the table and Amy's pale butt. "Now, let's get a closer look."
 
The girl whimpered as she leaned across the table, its cool surface helping calm her raging lust as her juicy, swollen, blushing sex parted hungrily before Laura's gaze.
 
"You keep your pussy nice and ready for eating don't you? Not a hair in sight..." Laura admired as she reached out to massage and squeeze her prey.
 
"I t-try to keep it-- AHHH!" Amy cut herself off with her fingers in her mouth, whimpering harshly as her pussy was kneaded and squeezed. the lips were soft as warm butter, smooth and utterly hairless, not a pore in sight either, she really *did* take care of herself!
 
"Not just for eating you out either, is it? What was that fantasy I saw in the book? With the curling iron? You want it to be easy for any girl who wants a bite of your peach to cook you at a moment's notice, don't you?"
 
Amy was too overcome with sensation as her outer lips were pinched and tugged to answer, only whimpering fearfully and watching the corridor outside with wide, fearful eyes as her smooth, soft, perfect pussy was roughly examined.
 
Laura paused in her ministrations.
 
"I wonder, how many other girls have been treated to this view? Did your girlfriends know what a little snuff slut you are? They can't have, right? You'd be snuffed already if they knew."
 
"Y-You're m-my first...."
 
"Not even your sister?" Laura asked surprised.
 
"She....lives with her Mom...."
 
"Her mom, not yours? A half-sister then? Hmmm... How about this, you have two days to come clean to her. If you do, I might just let you fuck her... As my new corset. Of course if she's anything like you, Jenny might not survive..." Laura smiled. "I'll let you decide if you want to tell her or not."
 
The nearly-nude girl gave a whimper as her left lip was pinched *hard,* sobbing quietly as Laura teased her and spread her open.
 
"Such a juicy little prize you've been hiding..." Laura remarked as she leaned closer. "Tell me Amy, are you a screamer?"
 
The answer is a muffled whimper as the girl bit down on her finger, twisting to glance shyly behind her.
 
"I've come to a decision," Laura admitted, taking a long, slow, lick of her pretty pink prize.
 
This time, Amy's gasp is almost a squeal, her legs shuddering gently as her hips rock urgently against that one solitary lick.
 
"I'm going to snuff you. In two days. Friday. The last day before winter break," Laura announced, flicking her tongue at Amy's swollen clit.
 
"AHHhhmmmmmmmm~~~" The girl whimpered, gasping and sobbing softly as she bit the meaty part of her hand, between thumb and forefinger, trembling from head to toe as her virgin sex is teased and licked by this woman who would *end* her!
 
Laura slid her fingers into the hot depths of Amy's pussy, two fingers from each hand spreading Amy for closer inspection.
 
"Until then you are not to wear panties. No bra either. I will be checking every time I see you. This skirt is too long too. Half the size, a mini-skirt is sufficient."
 
"ohgodohgodohgod...!" Amy's breathless gasp as her pussy was *opened* like this was sooo arousing, as was the way the girl sobbed and mewled quietly at the quiet orders.
 
"On Friday, after class we'll meet at Lorenzo's, across the quad from the dorms and that little forest. One last romantic dinner before I march you naked to your death," Laura explained as she slipped another finger into each side until there were six fingers total spreading Amy's pretty pussy.
 
"NNNNNNNNGHHH" The tense virgin pussy resisted as Amy was slowly and tenderly pried open, her pussy fluttering with deep arousal and need as the girl attached to it struggled not to make too much noise. If she did, the Librarians would come!
 
"Then? I'll take one of those hand spits that you told me about and absolutely *ruin* you with it. I'm going to fuck you to death, Just like I imagined the very first time I saw your snuffable ass," Laura admitted, *digging* her fingers into Amy's inner walls.
 
Amy whimpered softly as that tongue laved her clit once more. And then her hips were rocking, her legs spasming so hard that Laura needed to brace her elbows on the backs of Amy's knees to keep her steady, and a muffled screaming sounded from the other side of the table as the prone girl began to *cum.*
 
"Scream for me, Amy. Scream loud enough that a librarian can hear you. Loud enough to get thrown out of the library, naked," Laura commanded, knowing that the librarians would be getting off duty a in under a minute from now. No one would be coming to check on them.
 
"I, I, I-I-I-I-I!!!" She couldn't hold it in, the soft, breathless scream as her clit was *suckled* made it out of Amy's throat, unfettered and unrestrained. It wasn't too loud, there were always a few stragglers who stayed late in the library, but this time, it seems that they didn't attract any undue attention.
 
This time.
 
"So then, I gather you have no objections to my plan then?" Laura asked with a smile. "Your pussy certainly doesn't..."
 
"Nnnh, nnnh, nnnnhhh~" the trembling girl shook her head, blushing and gasping quietly in between soft, sobbing whimpers.
 
"Excellent," Laura declared, giving Amy's clit one last suckle. "Such a good snuff slut."
 
"Annhhhhh~"
 
"Now, since you won't be wearing a bra, you don't need it," Laura announced, pulling Amy's purse towards her and opening it up.
 
Inside was the girl's bra, and as Laura took it, and Amy started to sit up, gasping as she propped herself up on her elbows, Laura finally saw the panties Amy had been wearing before her public masturbation session got interrupted.
 
They were purple, sheer silk, the kind that carried a triple-digit price-tag. Lace-trimmed and high-cut, really sexy style, the kind that clung tightly to the lips. No wonder Amy was hairless, with this little beauty to help keep her clean...
 
"These are soaked," Laura grinned finding them. "I'll be keeping them as a trophy I think," Laura decided, sitting down. "Crawl under the table. Don't get dressed."
 
Amy whimpered shyly and glanced at the window, just as the lights out there went dark, and the window turned into a mirror. She gasped and timidly slipped off the table, standing for a moment and giving Laura an uncertain glance.
 
"Don't worry, I have a Key. We won't be locked in."
 
Amy blushed and shyly knelt before slipping under the table. "Th-That wasn't what I was worried about..."
 
"Oh? What was it then?" Laura asked, curious.
 
"Just..... that w-we'd be more visible..." Amy blushed shyly and gave a tentative, timid smile that was actually rather heartwarming.
 
"Oh, Don't worry. I have plans for how you'll be leaving. This is nothing," Laura 'assured' her new toy.
 
Amy whimpered and knelt silently under the table, waiting for new instructions and giving a deeply-aroused, if uncertain and slightly scared look up at Laura.
 
"Pull down my panties. It's an absolute shame that a snuff slut like you hasn't been used as the sex toy you clearly are."
 
The girl whimpered softly as she timidly felt up under Laura's skirt, blushing as she felt the other girl's panties and meeting Laura's eyes momentarily as she started to tug them down.
 
"Take a good look. Feel free to fantasize what you're going to look like cupping my cunt. Feel free to explore. Your goal is to please me. Once I cum I will let you stuff *these* inside me," Laura placed Amy's clearly expensive panties on her own leg.
 
The kneeling girl's eyes went wide once more, she really was pretty when she did that, and stared up at Laura, her cheeks coloring. "You want me.. to do to you...?"
 
"Yes. I do," Laura explained. "Now, please me."
 
Over the next seeral minutes, Amy did just that, soft and tender, clearly a novice at lovemaking, nervous as all get out, but timidly trying all the same.
 
"Hmmm... Not bad, but I don't want to be here all night..." Laura eventually decided. "I guess you really are a snuff slut. Definitely not enough skills at pleasuring me to make keeping you worth it. A shame... But not unexpected. Your panties, you know where they go."
 
Amy had been eyeing them as they lay across Laura's thigh, now she whimpered and timidly picked them up, spreading the elastic and glancing shyly up at the girl who had so thoroughly turned he rlife upside down.
 
"You exist for my pleasure, Amy. If you can't please me sexually, then your only use is being snuffed. I want you to think on that as you do this," Laura instructed.
 
The pale goth girl gave a soft whimper and nodded, shyly reaching donw to slip Laura's feet through the waistband of Amy's own panties
 
"No. Not like that," Laura replied. "I'm not going to *wear* them. They go in *here.*" Laura explained, spreading the petals of her sex.
 
Amy blinked in confusion, then those pretty eyes widened and she glanced up at Laura as her cheeks colored once more. "I-inside...?"
 
"That's right," Laura pronounced.
 
"No. Not like that," Laura replied. "I'm not going to *wear* them. They go in *here.*" Laura explained, spreading the petals of her sex.
 
Amy blinked in confusion, then those pretty eyes widened and she glanced up at Laura as her cheeks colored once more. "I-inside...?"
 
"That's right," Laura pronounced. "Tuck your panties away inside my pussy, where they belong."
 
The goth girl gulped and blushed prettily as she slowly folded up the scrap of sheer silk cloth, nibbling her lip the entire time. She reached out, soft and timid, glancing shyly up at Laura from time to time as her gentle, uncertain fingers lightly rubbed the small square of silk against Larua's parted petals, teasing her exposed clit with her panties even better than she had with her tongue.
 
"Mmm... That's much nicer. It really is a shame that even your panties are better at sex than you are, but I suppose it's not fair to expect a girl whose only use is in being snuffed to be good at sex..." Laura teased, purposefully degrading the other girl.
 
*Amy's quiet whimper from beneath the table was quite arousing, as was her slowly and timidly rubbing the scrap of silk that was her panties against Laura's pussy and giving a nervous, embarrassed look up at the seated girl as her fingers slowly entered Laura's sex, shrouded in soft silk.*
 
"Mmm... More. Just like that. "And once you're done I have something special in store for you before I send you back to your dorm," Laura urged.
 
The kneeling girl whimpered sofly, pumping her fingers softly as she slowly tucked more and more of her panties into Laura's pussy, giving a nervous gulp as she slowly tucks the last of it inside, so that Laura's petals can close around the soft, smooth scrap of silk, now just a delicous little bonus extra stimulation deep inside her pussy.
 
"Ahhh... that's going to feel so nice when I walk out with them. Now, sit on the table in front of me, and hand me your purse," Laura ordered.
 
The smaller girl whimpered softly and awkwardly clambered out from under the table to shyly step around and perch on it, legs tightly together and biting her lower lip in embarrassed, aroused shame as she timidly handed Laura her purse.
 
"Very good. Now, Your panties won't be the only Item of clothing I'll be taking with me when I leave. It's a bit cold outside so I'll let you keep those gorgeous socks, and of course your shoes to walk and glasses to see, but you only get one other item of clothing to wear back to your dorm with you. Which do you want, your speater? or your skirt?" Laura asked in what sounded like a completely reasonable tone of voice, if you ignored the words being actually spoken.
 
Amy's mouth opened, then closed, opened and closed again, and her cheeks flushed an adorable pink. "W-Wait, o-only one.....?"
 
"Only one. You get to cover your cute little tits with a nice warm sweater, or wear that skirt of yours, which definitely won't keep that eager little twat of yours warm without your panties," Laura laid out.
 
The girl whimpered and squirmed her bare bottom on the tabletop, shooting cute adorable little glances at Laura before taking a timid breath and pointedly rolling her sweater back down over her tits, tugging it down as far as it would go.
 
Laura smiled and opened up her victim's purse.
 
"Excellent, now, I believe I saw a permanent marker in here somewhere... Right about... Here!" she announced triumphantly, pulling the black felt tip marker out of Amy's bag.
 
The pale girl gulped and whimpered softly blinking in confusion from the pen to Laura.
 
"People should know what you are just by looking at you, don't you agree?" Laura asked, dominating the girl with just her voice as she uncapped the marker.
 
Amy whimpered softly and glanced timidly away.
 
"Lean back," Laura ordered. "Enough that you're laying down on your back on the table. I need a relatively still surface so that I don't smudge this."
 
The girl gave a quiet little whimper as she slowly leaned back, legs still tightly shut as she peeked shyly up at Laura as the other girl slid out of her seat.
 
Laura opened Amy's legs and stood between them close enough that Amy's wet pussy was practically kissing her body through Laura's clothes. Carefully, she looked down and wrote two easily legible words on the pristine canvas of Amy's bare pubic mound.
 
"Snuff Slut," Laura pronounced with girlish glee. "Now everyone will know *exactly* what you are, Amy. Isn't that wonderful?"
 
The goth girl gave a hot, soft little gaspy moan, whimpering and squirming shyly at the gentle, but distinct touch of the felt-tipped marker. She gave a quiet little sob, her legs tense as she peered up at Laura with shy, tender, embarrassed, ashamed arousal.
 
"I thought about having it tattooed onto my new corset, but since it will be dyed black, it won't show up all that well. Also, I don't really want people assuming that *I'm* the snuff slut, and not the girl who oh so graciously donated the material," Laura admitted.
 
Amy bit her lip and nodded in shy agreement
 
"Still, there's some room for personalization, isn't there? Something nice I can do to you while you're still alive to drive home the reality of what you really are for you..." Laura mused, clearly open to suggestions.
 
The girl whimpered a little, biting her lip and glancing shyly down at her crotch, then back up at Laura, before shifting her hand over to her notebook. As Laura watched, the girl laying on her back on the table rapidly flicked her fingers through the pages, pausing here and there and moving on to another page. Eventually, she paused, her flush deepening, and turned the book around.
 
The page contained not words, but a series of sketches, all of them of a girl's pussy. They weren't the best sort of sketches, clearly inexpert, but there were a lot of them. Several showed what appeared to be a zipper between the outer lips, open, half-open to show the clit, or fully closed, hiding everything but the camel-toe and the zpper-pull at the top of the tightly-shut lips. Several more sketches showed a series of six small rings through each outer lip, and a long metal bar linking through all of them, a smal lock at one end holding it in place. The one that Amy's finger slightly obscured showed what looked like grommet rings set in the outer lips, and a criss-cross of lines tugging the sexlips tightly shut in a way that showed off the thickness of her cameltoe, Another sketch showed something similar, but for the inner lips, exposing the clit and outer lips to the eye while the entrance was tightly-sealed.
 
Amy's shy whimper drew Laura's gaze to her face, which had turned that adorable pink, as she bit her lip and peeked shyly and wordlessly up at the dominant girl.
 
"Sex denial?" Laura asked interested. "Lacing your pretty little pussy up like a shoe... My, that is tempting..."
 
Amy's soft quiet whimpering ended in a high, strangled gasp, her eyes widening as Laura took the book to peruse the various sketches.
 
"What dorm do you live in? East, or west block?" Laura asked, casually.
 
"... E-east..." Amy's soft, quiet whimper was timid as she peeked shyly up at Laura.
 
"And when do your classes start? Seven? Seven thirty? Eight? Nine?" Laura asked.
 
"...Nine... B-Biology 201... T-Third floor, Kaupfman H-Hall, Room 3-61....."
 
"Excellent. The girl at the tattoo and piercing shop just off campus owes me some favors. At six o'clock AM I want you to leave your dorm, naked, and head there. I will tell her what to do to you, and pay her. All you need to do is to be altered how I want you to be. If you're obedient you should have more than enough time to get back to your dorm and put some clothes on before you have to be in class," Laura decided.
 
The goth girl gasped and whimpered, biting her lip -hard- and whimpering softly as her adorable little pussy flushed with arousal.
 
"I'll leave this skirt there tonight," Laura added, holding up Amy's stolen skirt. "Just in case you end up running late for class."
 
The other girl could only whimper as Laura tucked it into her own purse, leaving Amy's on the table.
 
"You won't be able to touch yourself after she alters you. You might damage my lovely new corset if you do. That's why I am forbidding it," Laura pronounced.
 
Amy sat up as the other girl headed for the door, the glass window still a mirror from the light inside the room, and the darkness outside. "I, b-but, h-how...?"
 
"How what?" Laura asked, uncertain where she was not clear.
 
"H-How.. w-what will you d-do to me...?"
 
"Ah. That. You don't get to know that, snuff slut. Like I said, your only purpose, the only way you can bring me joy is by dying for me. You knowing what I have planned for you won't change that in the slightest. I already have to tell the woman who will be altering you anyway, and I don't want to have to go over it twice," Laura explained. "All you need to know is that you'll become an even more fun to snuff and wear as a result of what I have planned for you, okay?"
 
The pale gothic girl whimpered and trembled as she gave Laura a timid, trembling, sobbing little nod.
 
"Now, One last thing before I let you make your way home. I want you to record a sexy little video for me. Don't worry, you won't have to say much. All you have to do is pry open that pussy of yours and repeat a few lines," Laura explained.
 
"I, um, wh-what?" She was sitting up on the table now, twisted around to peek shyly over her shoulder at Laura, as she whimpered softly. "Wh-Why....?"
 
"For several reasons. First, even though we both know this is entirely consensual, after you're good and snuffed it will be just my word saying that it was, since you'll be, well, a corset. So it's partly to protect me. Second, I want something sexy to remember you by. Finally, After you die I plan to post a sexy little video of me wearing my new corset, and videos like that are way more popular online if there's a 'before' bit with the cute girl explaining that she's a hopelessly useless snuff slut who needs to be turned into a corset as soon as possible," Laura explained.
 
Throughout all of Laura's little speach, Amy was growing progressively more embarrassed, to judge by her deepening flush. And probably aroused as well, as she kept squirming on the edge of the table.
 
"Finally, If you do tell your sister, I want you to send her the video," Laura commanded.
 
"She should know just what she missed out on."
 
Amy's cheeks blanched to terrified white at the mention of her sister. "you can't tell her about this, she'd never forgive me!"
 
"Your sister is going to learn Amy, one way or another. Your only choice is if you tell her, or if I do," Laura explained matter-of-factly.
 
"Or do you really think she'll just accept you dropping off the face of the world and not look into what happened to you?"
 
Amy's gulp was clearly audible, whimpering softly and giving a timid little whimper as she shot Laura an uncertain look
 
"Tell me Amy, are you going to send your sister the video before I snuff you? Or should I send it to her after I finish it, so that she can see what I look like in my sexy new Corset?" Laura teased.
 
"A-A-After...." The girl whimpered softly as she clenched her thighs tight together.
 
"Excellent, now, let me get my phone," Laura stated as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and pointed it at amy, taking a quick full body picture of the other girl before taking a second, much closer shot of her pretty pink pussy.
 
Amy timidly parted her legs for Laura, leaning back as she sat on the edge of the table, whimpering timidly as Laura snapped a pick of her clearly-marked "SNUFF SLUT" pussy.
 
"That's a good little snuff slut," Laura praised. "Now, tell me, what's your major?"
 
"B-Biology...." Amy whimpered softly, trembling and shyly closing her thighs, only to open them again with a whimper at Laura's harsh command.
 
"Those thighs stay open until I tell you you can close them, Snuff slut! Now, what exactly were you planning to do with that major? become a scientist? A researcher? A teacher?"
 
The girl whimpered under the barrage of questions, giving a soft little sob. "I d-don't know....."
 
"Lets go with scientist then. It doesn't really matter. You won't be around to contradict yourself, after all," Laura decided.
 
Amy gavge a timid whimer and nodded shyly.
 
"In a few seconds, I'm going to switch my phone camera on to record video, once I do, you're going to repeat these lines for me. if you want to, you can add things to the lines, you can even improvise a little if you want, as long as all the information is still in there. While you say your lines, you're going to play with yourself, I can tell how close you are, so you're going to finger yourself until you cum. I don't want anyone who sees this doubting what a complete and total snuff slut you are, do you understand me?" Laura declared.
 
Amy listened with wide, pretty eyes, biting her lip and whimpering as she gave a timid nod.
 
"Now, here's what you're going to say: 'Hi, My name is Amy and I'm a useless snuffslut. I was going to major in Biology and become a Scientist! Luckily, Mistress Laura caught me masturbating in the library to the thought of being snuffed by my little sister as entertainment for her wedding. Of course, my sister's still single, and I never even told her I wanted her to snuff me! Now, Mistress Laura is going to turn me into a gorgeous corset instead! Thank you for snuffing me, Mistress Laura!' Did you get that? or do I need to repeat it for you?"
 
Laura asked, staring Amy in the eyes.
 
The girl gave a soft whimper, took a breath and nodded, closing her eyes a moment to steady herself. She plastered an uncertain smile on her face, as she timidly reached down to her pussy, watching Laura maneuver to capture all of Amy on her smartphone.
 
"H-Hi.... I'm Amy, a-and I'm a u-useless s-s-snuff-slut... M-Mistress Laura caught me m-masturbating in the library to my f-fantasy of being snuffed by my little sister, as entertainment and the main course for her wedding reception.... M-My sister Jenny is still single though, and I n-never told her about my fantasy... N-Now, Mistress Laura is g-going to turn me i-into some gorgeous lingerie instead, a c-corset, from my belly.. s-some panties, a-and even some stockings... Th-Thank you, Mistress Laura, for agreeing to s-snuff me....."
 
All through her stammering, halting statement, Amy whimpered quietly and teased her enflamed sex, hiding the words writ in marker from the camera's eye,
 
Laura urged her to continue, to keep talking and fingering herself until she came. "Tell them about your fantasies," She ordered. "You're not done until you cum and the internet sees just what those cute little hands of yours are hiding."
 
Amy whimpered as she went on, panting and giving soft mewls from time to time as she masturbated in front of this girl who was -recording her-. She spoke of how she first found out about snuffing, how she fantasized about it for years, thought of a dozen ways to end herself, but never had the courage to do it. She talked about how much she loved her sister and wanted to give her everything that was Amy, how she eventually settled on wanting to be spitted as part of Jenny's wedding reception, watched and admired as she was slow-roasted, fucking the spit to her very final end.
 
"I want to be snuffed. I could never admit it until Mistress Laura caught me, but I do. More than anything! More than life itself! I want to be snuffed by a pretty girl, to have her use me and destroy me. I want her to end me for no reason other than that she enjoys doing so. To know that I have absolutely no use other than her pleasure..."
 
Amy had been getting more an dmore hot and bothered throughout, and now she was getting so very close to cumming. She whimpered and bit her lip, looking urgently to Laura for permission, her fingers eagerly teasing her clit as she struggled not to cum without permission.
 
Laura nodded as Amy's pleading eyes caught hers, giving the girl permission to cum.
 
Amy's reply was swallowed in a low, throaty groan as she half-naked girl shook and shuddered, her legs trembling and hips rocking, eyes rolling up and closing as she shuddered through a delicate little orgasm, panting and sighing softly as she slowly stroked her clit into a gentle, smling afterglow. "Mmmm, Thank you for letting me cum, Mistress...."
 
At Laura's gesture, Amy gave a shy, but satiated smile and pulled her hand away, leaning back to give a timid smile at the camera, as the wor'ds "SNUFF SLUT" were clearly visible, written on her smooth, hairless mound.
 
"Perfect," Laura pronounced as she shut the video off.
 
"Now, go home. you have a n early day tomorrow, don't you?"
 
Laura let her out of the library, after Amy packed up everyting she was allowed to take, and they left the last well-lit room in the now-dark and eerie Library. Amy was astonished to find that it was nearly 10pm, long after closing! The doors were locked form the outside, but from the inside, they could get out with Laura's key. As a student volunteer at the library, Laura had a key and locked up after the pair exited, and sent Amy on her way.
 
It was a long, lonely walk back to her dorm, but she spent most of it walkign through the empty corridors of the college, and only had to go outside for the last short dash through the snow between Tayseri Hall and the East-Wing Dorm building, but the biting cold nipped at her legs and pussy the entire way. She could hear some students still awake as she entered, but thanked god that they weren't keeping close track of students coming home late this close to the winter holidays.
 
She managed to get to her room on the second floor, thankful that no one actually saw her, though she heard someone in the corridor behind her as she swiftly slid into her room. The East-Wing building was for single-occupancy rooms, and Amy flopped on her bed, sobing with relief.
 
She touched her mound, biting her lip as the memory of the picture of her pussy with those words written on her skin came to her. She changed into a nightshirt, but hesitated and went to bed without putting new panties on.
 
Mistress had forbidden her to wear them, and she would be a good little snuff-slut for her Mistress.....
 
Her dreams that night were more intense than she'd ever had before.
 
The End.