Melissa and Dina were heading home after a long, busy day at school. As they sat on the bustling school bus, surrounded by their fellow students, they couldn’t resist talking about the day’s lesson. The two friends had actively been involved in an orgy during Sexual Intercourse class, where all the students were asked to participate. Melissa found it amusing to learn that a boy’s cock was actually more active after turning 18. She used to believe it was only for urinating. Having been born on the street and growing up in an open park, Melissa hasn’t seen much sex. Dina, on the other hand, wasn’t as surprised as Melissa; she had witnessed her father’s various sexual acts on his slaves as well as to strangers. For Dina, the whole class was just another Torture class with some extra penetration. Although the cock insertion on her pussy was a new experience for her, she hasn’t appreciated it much; the non-stop hitting on her chest and the near-death experience from chocking had overshadowed the sensation of the cock sliding within her.
They crossed paths at the bus stop when they were 16, on the day they were about to attend school for the first time. Melissa, who was playing Sand Castle with two younger girls in the park at that time, was told by a woman being hanged near them to attend school. Melissa wanted to protest and say that schooling isn’t important for her; she just wanted to play till she died from torture by the boys. Melissa expected a response from the woman, but the rope had already tightened around her neck, preventing her from speaking, and she died within seconds. The increased weight of her belly full of three growing 5-hours babies contributes to her quick death. However, the two younger girls defended the woman’s side and finally convinced Melissa to attend school.
When she arrived at the bus stop, she saw a short-haired girl quietly sitting there and decided to talk with her. Little did she know, this encounter would mark the beginning of a beautiful friendship with Dina.
“Dina! Are you even listening?” Melissa raised her voice after realizing Dina had her attention somewhere else.
“Sorry, what? Ohhhh, hhaaaah.. I’m in the mid..Ohhh..haaah..haaaahh..middle of something.” Dina tried to respond to her friend while in the midst of her labor. As her daughter’s head started to emerge, her attention shifted from their conversation. She tried harder to push the baby out while she squat awkwardly on the bus seat. Blood and cum oozing out from her cunt as she continues. She spread her legs wider, and her knees began shaking with each push she made. An urge of screaming was beginning to build up, but she stopped herself not to and instead listened to Melissa and tried every possible way she could to respond like normal.
“I can see that. When is giving birth a big deal?” Melissa grumbled.
“I said, I…Ahhh.. was sorry.” Dina clarified.
“As I said, what do you think they’ll teach us tomorrow? What more will they teach about popping out a kid? You’re literally doing it right now.” Melissa stated.
Tomorrow, both girls are turning nineteen and will be attending Birth Class at school. However, Melissa feels that the upcoming class is unnecessary since they have already gone through it on their own. Melissa was one of the four students who got pregnant before the class, which was the reason why her labor happened during the Sexual Intercourse Class. She had given birth to twins in the midst of the class orgy while getting fucked in the ass. Although the teacher instructed the boys to impregnate as many girls as they could in the class, including herself, Arthur found it annoying that Melissa’s pussy was being occupied by a baby slipping out, and later they found out that it was actually two babies occupying inside. While waiting for the babies to exit the hole he wanted to fuck and refill with his own, he used Melissa’s asshole in the meantime.
With a final push, Dina successfully delivered her first daughter. She cradled it in her arms, still attached to the umbilical cord and with the placenta still inside her. As she gazed at the tiny, female human, who will probably grow up to be someone’s snuff toy or slave, she thought about what Melissa said. She started wondering if there was really something more than pushing out babies that a school had to dedicate a whole class to teaching.
“I’ve done it in less than 5 minutes, an hour ago, while Arthur fucks my ass. It wasn’t that complicated; sure, it was painful, but not complicated.” Melissa added.
“I don’t know. Maybe there’s more to it that we don’t understand yet.” Dina replied. Although she wanted to believe Melissa with her reasoning, at the back of her head, she knew she shouldn’t. She herself planned to become a teacher if she graduated. “I think there’s a reason why they teach that in school.”
A sudden, piercing scream echoed from the back row, quickly followed by a chorus of grunts and cries. But it didn’t distract the two girls from their conversation. Even when a decapitated head rolled onto Melissa’s foot, she remained unfazed and showed no interest in recognizing the identity of the head.
“Yeah, but I’m still not convinced.” Melissa said while playfully swinging her foot around and casually tapping the decapitated head. Despite Dina’s philosophy, she still hasn’t accepted that birth deserves a whole day spot in school.
“So you’re suggesting we skip school? I don’t think that’s a good idea, Mel.” Dina murmured.
“I wasn’t saying that.” Melissa said with a slight exasperation.
“But you were hinting that we should.” Dina argued.
“Just because the class is boring doesn’t mean we should skip it. We haven’t skipped Torture Class, even though it was super boring, I barely even remember what happened.” Melissa said with a chuckle.
“That’s because you passed out.” Dina smirked in suspicion; she sensed the humor but explained what happened anyway. “Liam was trying to crack your nose with a whip but failed; instead, he kept on battering your face.”
During Torture Class, the teacher chose five random female students to serve as dummies for torture demonstrations. Melissa was assigned to face torture, and one of the three survived in the end. Although the class wasn’t meant to snuff students, it was widely expected that some would die during torture. Melissa was paired with Liam, who was instructed to strike her nose with a bullwhip. It was a perfect demonstration for the class to show how fragile a girl’s face is. But instead, the whole act had become a comedy. The whip hasn’t touched Melissa’s nose; instead, it has landed all over her face: forehead, cheeks, jaw, and neck. After the 31st hit, Melissa collapsed and was believed to have died, so she was replaced by Jamaica to continue the demonstration. Liam continued to struggle with hitting the nose, but when he finally succeeded on the 24th strike with Jamaica, the whole class couldn’t help but cheer for him. The teacher even congratulated Liam for his improvement.
“No, I did not. I fell asleep; it was super duper boring.” Melissa sarcastically joked while making a funny face.
After remembering the event, she also recalled what happened on the second day of school. They attended Snuff Class, and like the first lesson, random students were selected as well to act as dummies for the demonstrations, but this time they were tortured to death in the most gruesome way imaginable. Only six girls were chosen as dummies for the class, and they were considered the lucky ones. Unlike boys who considered Snuff Class as the best lesson, girls, however, find it the most boring lesson of all. The ones who weren’t selected in class remained on their seats with nothing to do; boredom drew on each of their faces. Some girls entertained themselves with random conversations to pass time while waiting for the lesson to end. This reminded Melissa of seeing Dina yawn during the dreadful, boring lesson. “What about Snuff Class, huh? I saw you yawn yesterday; don’t lie.”
“Okay, I’ll admit, that was a bit boring.” Dina admitted it with a hesitant smile.
Dina felt the bus halt and hurriedly looked out the window to see where they were. Her stop is at Whimsy-Bruise Street’s bus stop, the very bus stop where the two friends met; it was commonly known but not officially renamed as the Hang’em Up bus stop because it’s five minutes walk away from the said public park. Melissa, on the other hand, doesn’t have a home, which gave her multiple options for where and when to exit the bus, but she had decided to leave with Dina to spend more time in their conversation. The bus only arrived at the Merry-Wound Street, which is a little far from Dina’s stop. A passing older student briefly interrupted Melissa and Dina’s conversation. The passing student was heading to the exit when she noticed Dina’s infant has the same eyes as Dina’s; she stopped momentarily to express her admiration for the mother and daughter. She also noticed that Dina’s hasn’t fully delivered the baby yet and decided to correct the young mother. But her halting caused traffic in the bus aisle, and Fred, the student behind her, got agitated and kicked her forward. “By the way, you have to cut that cord.”
“Thank you for the tip.” Dina remarked to the student as she watched her continuously getting kicked until she fell out of the bus door. Dina turned back to Melissa with a warm grin on her face. It was obvious to them that the student had just attended Birth Class, and the encounter was enough to prove Dina’s theory. She emphasized her grinning to make sure it conveyed the psychological message, “Told you so,” to Melissa.
“Whatever.” Melissa said while playfully rolling her eyes, followed by a contented smile. “But I haven’t cut mine. What do you think happened to my twins?”
“Who cares?” Dina replied, causing them both to burst loudly into laughter, although their laughter wasn’t enough to match the loudness of the aggressive screams and moans of the other passengers.
Melissa’s daughters actually survived and are currently sleeping quietly in a dark room at school. All babies born in the school area were automatically handled by the school administration. They were kept in a room called the “Hatching Room”, where all infants are stored for 16 days, until they’re old enough to enroll. The name was previously used by the previous principal as a joke, stating that the room was designed to hatch a student out of an infant. At the time, the room retained its original name, “Infant Room”. But later administrations argued that “Hatching Room” was considered to be more accurate than “Infant Room” because most of the girls inside were no longer infants.
Dina sensed that her stop was getting closer. As fast as she could, she used her teeth to bite off her own umbilical cord and successfully separate herself from her daughter. She then placed her newborn on an empty seat but couldn’t figure out what to do with her placenta. Melissa and Dina debated for the entire five minutes about whether to pull it out and leave it inside. Unfortunately, their time had run out, and the bus arrived at Dina’s stop. Dina chose to keep it inside, but it slid out anyway on its own when she got up, causing the two to chuckle. The time they spent debating was a total waste, and they found it absolutely hilarious.
Just a few steps away from the bus stop, they found two young boys playing with a young girl next to three skinless corpses. Melissa and Dina assumed the girl was covered in blood, but after closer inspection, they found that it was just because the majority of her skin had been peeled off.
“Come on, Melissa, scream.” One of the boys demanded while slapping their new friend in the face.
The little girl’s mouth had remained open since they started peeling her back a couple of minutes ago, but unlike before, there were no longer sounds emerging from her mouth. As the trauma to her young body escalated, her voice inexplicably vanished. No matter how much she screamed now, no sound ever escaped her lips.
Hearing the girl’s name, the two teens exchanged glances and started giggling. The weird coincidence that the little girl happened to share the same name as Melissa amuses them. But after watching the whole scenario, they were captivated to see the boys having fun, which unconsciously brought a smile on their faces. But something caught Melissa’s attention that urged her to step in. She realized one of them wasn’t enjoying it much anymore. He seemed to be disappointed that their playmate was no longer making sounds. He started to feel bored.
“You poor thing.” Melissa soothed, imagining herself cuddling the little boy in comfort. “I think I’m staying here. I gotta help these boys.” She told Dina.
“Whatever you do, don’t hurt them.” Dina joked.
“Ha-ha, very funny.” Melissa said playfully, sticking out her tongue for added humor. “Hey, boys. It looks like your friend couldn’t play anymore; you wanna play with me instead?” She said after walking toward the boys and tapping their heads gently.
Melissa got her answer when the bored one grabbed her arm and broke her index finger. She stopped herself from screaming and calmly smiled at the boys. She then turned to the younger Melissa and said with a wink, “I got this.”
The nod from the younger Melissa says she understood what the teen meant and slowly walked towards the three corpses stacked on top of each other, and she quickly climbed to the top. The three corpses belong to her older sisters, who accompanied her in the park. But before they could enter the park, they were approached by two young boys, who explained their gruesome intention. The four of them had no problem with it and warmly welcomed the boys, one by one, starting from the eldest to the youngest. The boys ripped their skins off using only their nails and teeth.
The older Melissa began to scream piercingly as the young boys started pulling her arms off. The mixture of discomfort and agony echoed on her scream, but none of the passersby cared to look, not even for curiosity. The boys decided to change the game with teen Melissa; instead of skinning her alive, they decided to rip her limbs using only their own strength and piece by piece chop her limbless body using their teeth.
Dina noticed their clumsy and awkward way of pulling limbs, which demonstrated their lack of knowledge about how joints work. She wanted to correct them, but the boys were already having fun, and she didn’t want to disrupt them. So Diana decided to let them be. She understood kids were too young to understand basic biology, but they will learn eventually some day.
“Are you sure I can safely leave these boys with you?” Dina humorously asked her friend.
“Thee.. Ahhh.. They’re Ahh..safe… Ahhh.. With..AAhh me.. Don’t Worrrrrr…Ahhhh..” Melissa tried to reply with the same humor, while the boys awkwardly dislocated her right shoulder and her left elbow. But her body wouldn’t cooperate anymore; it instinctively drove her to release a brief scream between each word.
“Ok, then. You boys are in good hands. Have fun.” Dina gave the boys a smile and Melissa a flying kiss before turning around and starting to walk home alone.
Dina’s home was a long walk away from the bus stop—five blocks, to be exact. But it was no problem for her; she thoroughly enjoys strolling through the neighborhood, meeting friendly people around her, and saying hello to everyone she meets. Hearing the familiar “music” playing around her makes her feel at ease. The mixture of crying, moaning, howling, and screaming fills the air harmoniously; for Dina, it’s like a choir singing together. She would love to contribute as well if some guy happens to offer her a “mic” to sing with.
As she walked further, she spotted a teenage girl and her little sister wailing synchronously after a car ran them over; possibly on purpose, while they’re crossing the street, Dina recognized them as Greta and Triny.
“Hi, Greta. And hello, little Triny.” Dina waved at the sisters.
“Oh, hey, Di. I’m just crawling around.” Greta lightly chuckled, even though her ankles were throbbing with pain. The car had crushed both her ankles, leaving them fractured beyond repair; even after her wounds heal, she would still be permanently disabled. But she was able to use her knees well enough to continue crossing the street on her knees.
Triny, on the other hand, had the worst condition. The lower half of her tiny body has been crushed by the tires, causing her guts to scatter all over the road. But she still had enough strength to wave back and smile faintly at Dina before her consciousness faded. Seconds later, another car passed by and crushed her skull, sending one of her eyeballs flying into Dina’s shoes.
“Where are you headed, Gret?” Dina asked her crawling friend on the other side of the road.
“Mall. Wanna come along?” Greta invited.
Greta’s invitation was incredibly enticing, and Dina thought that going to the mall would be fun. Walking around, cleaning out all the blood, helping to dispose of all the corpses there, and most of all, socializing with other girls—there are so many things to do at the mall. However, she would need to give up her education, which greatly discouraged her. She believed that education was more important.
For girls, leaving a mall without a guy dragging them out felt wrong and irresponsible. Guys expect to find all kinds of slaves in malls for them to take home, and when girls leave, they’re stripping that option from them. The reason why all girls who entered a mall chose to stay inside until they were snuffed or converted into slaves by a random guy.
Dina refused Greta’s invitation and explained her side. She felt bad for turning down Greta, but she knew she had to prioritize her studies. Greta’s understood, and the two of them went separate ways.
Dina arrived in front of a coffee shop; a checkpoint she had set herself to indicates she’s now halfway home. Her older sister, Elle, was assigned at this coffee shop two days ago, and she figured she’d say hello first before continuing her trek. But, before she turned to the entrance, Dina identified that one of the motionless bodies outside belonged to Elle. Elle’s arms were completely ripped off, and two knives were impaled in her back. The slow blinking of Elle confirmed that she hadn’t died yet—enough time for Dina to wave hello. Elle had already lost a significant amount of blood and was seconds away from dying; the last thing she saw was a gleeful sight of Dina waving hands.
As Dina continued her walk, she spotted a woman giving birth near a tree that has two hanging young girls in it. She considered asking for advice from the woman since she knew exactly what she was doing, but sighed when she realized the woman is a slave. She instead looked elsewhere and found a teen, similar age as her, having labor right next to an open door. The teen displayed the same confusion as her during her own labor, having no idea what to do with placentas. This gave Dina a satisfying smile, knowing she had made the right decision for refusing Greta’s invitation.
Just as she was about to cross the street, a red car suddenly stopped that nearly bumped Dina and would have killed her instantly if it hadn’t hit the brake. At first, Dina was confused as to why the car stopped and hadn’t run her over; she assumed it had something to do with the car; she worried that the car was broken or, worse, that the driver wasn’t doing well. She quickly jumped into the driver’s door and forced it open, fearing that the driver needed immediate help.
“Are you okay, mister? Are you hurt?” Dina expressed her worries.
The driver stayed silent for a couple of seconds, his gaze fixed on her from head to toe, before stepping out of the car. Without uttering a single word, he firmly grabbed Dina’s short hair and forcefully dragged her towards the sidewalk. Dina couldn’t help but notice how ineptly he was handling her. She had been manhandled very harshly throughout her life, and this was the first time she encountered an awkward way of being used. It seemed that, strangely, the man was in a hurry. Which Dina finds odd; a man should make time for tormenting a girl, not give them a quick death; all the guys she knew find that boring.
The man quickly bent Dina and shoved her face inches away from a building wall.
“Relax, mister. I’m not going anywhere.” Dina chuckled, trying her best to tell the man that there’s no point in rushing. She remembered in Torture Class, their teacher once advised to make things slowly and enjoy watching a girl suffer. Even though the teacher was addressing the boys directly, Dina believed it was still interesting knowledge to have. She wanted to remind the man about this but ultimately decided not to. She chose to place her faith in him, believing that this man was doing this on purpose; whatever the reason, Dina was not interested in finding out.
And Dina was right on her instinct; the man was already on his 1855th days and just simply wasn’t in the mood for torturing any girl, at least not in the particular moment; he just wanted quick relief on his erection. It just happened that Dina was the closest girl he decided to fuck.
With Dina’s face just inches away from the wall, each time the man thrust, her face would unintentionally slam to the wall, breaking her nose. Dina cried and moaned alternately as pleasure and pain mixed together. But never attempted to move or turn her head away, letting her forehead cracked and bleed and filter her vision red.
Out of nowhere, a familiar voice came from one of the people walking by. “Why the red face, sis?”
Tony, Dina’s younger brother, walked by, making fun of the blood-covered face of Dina. Despite her being almost unrecognizable, Tony managed to recognize her immediately.
“Duh!…Urhgggh” Dina let out an exasperated sigh, expressing her annoyance at her brother’s corny joke. But before she could add a comment, the man punched the back of her head, forcing her face to slam with greater force, causing her teeth to shatter, and some flew to the back of her throat, and she accidentally swallowed them. The man wasn’t irritated; he just felt an urge to deliver a punch at Dina to intensify his upcoming orgasm; he felt he was getting close to reaching his climax.
“See you around, sis.” Tony said with a chuckle, knowing that this kind of joke annoys Dina.
“Another corny joke.” Dina only replied to her own thought; she had lost the ability to speak after the impact. Both siblings were aware that this was their last meeting, and for Dina to state that they’d see each other around was just plain corny.
Meanwhile, the man prepared himself for the approaching orgasm. He held onto Dina’s waist more firmly, feeling an intense buildup of pressure on her balls. And without further ado, he emptied himself while moaning loudly inside Dina’s womb.
“My second, daughter.” Dina thought, imagining herself getting pregnant again for the second time. However, given the condition of her face, she doubts that she would have the time to deliver this new baby.
Her doubt was soon answered when the man grabbed the back of her head and smashed her face deliberately to the wall. With the clear intention of killing her, he kept on smashing until her jaw dislocated. Still alive but couldn’t react, Dina remained silent as the excruciating pain devoured her entire head. Her thoughts, however, weren’t focused on herself but rather on the man’s enjoyment. Hearing the man’s moan, a warm feeling of satisfaction washed over her.
After a few more smashings, the man dropped Dina, believing she’s dead. He turned towards his car and was about to take a step when he heard a coughing from below. Dina stayed on the ground, waiting for the man to finish her off. She started to understand the man’s real intention piece by piece and couldn’t feel more proud. She too believed an erection isn’t something to be ignored; as she learned this morning, a real man should always make time to fuck, even if it’s just a one time use, not just torture all the time. She felt honored that she was there when the man needed her help and some relief.
“This fucking thing still alive?” The man said, surprised by Dina’s survival.
Dina only replied with more coughing, shooting some of her teeth to the floor. The man rapidly kicked Dina’s face and neck, hoping to finish her off, only to be greeted with more grunting and crying. He could leave Dina like this and let the blood loss kill her, but the man doesn’t want to do that; after he’s finished with a toy, he always ties things up. He won’t leave until his toy is properly killed after using them.
The man grabbed Dina’s head once more and dragged what’s left of her face across the rough surface of the sidewalk, since the building wall he smashed her face with was just too smooth. Dina felt an overwhelming urge to let out a piercing scream. The intense agony that consumed her face became unbearable, overwhelming her ability to cope. The only thing that prevented her from doing so was the realization that if she screamed, the guy wouldn’t be able to return to his car sooner. If she could, she would play dead to satisfy him, but that would be lying. She felt guilty for holding him back; he could have been somewhere already; instead, he found himself trapped here trying to make sure she dies. She wanted to say “sorry,” but her vocal cord has already been damaged.
“Just snap her neck, mister.” A 10 days old kid who walked by suggested.
The sudden suggestion surprised both Dina and the man, but only the man could respond. He felt stupid for not thinking about it in the first place and couldn’t help but chuckle about it. Dina felt the same but wasn’t proud of herself for thinking about it. She hated herself for judging the guy and attempted to counter it by telling herself that the guy was simply having too much fun beating her face up, which led him to forget about neck snapping. She also loved to turn to see the boy who suggested, but her vision was now completely blocked by her own blood; her own eyelid couldn’t function anymore after the muscles around it were severely scratched, making her eyes itch and eventually turn into stings. But none of that drew concern on Dina; she was more concerned about the man’s time, and she thought she was pulling him down.
“When you snap the neck, you’re basically disconnecting the brain from the rest of the body.” The boy explained, trying his best to sound smart and impress his newfound fans, unaware that both Dina and the man already knew that. “I just figured that out after watching my dad snap a bunch of girls necks.”
“Bright kid.” Dina thought, despite already knowing what the young boy informed them about, she still finds it impressive that boy figured that all out on his own. “He just learned that just by observing? That’s impressive. A good future awaits this kid.”
Before Dina could imagine anything else, the man grabbed her head in both arms and twisted her neck as quickly as he could. The sound of the snapping spinal cord gave the man a satisfied smile and dropped the now dead sex toy he “played” with into the very blood pool it created.
“Thanks for the advice, kid.” The man murmured, tapping the kid as he walked back to his red car.
“No problem; glad I could help.” The young boy smiled and continued her walk.
— End