The bus station was starting to wind down completely for the night. Nobody was coming in or going out. The last Amtrak had just disgorged its sole remaining passenger and the flourescent bulbs overhead flickered in their eyes with a sullen, piercing sort of light. It sapped at the soul, these lights, but they were cheap, just like the grimy, filthy place. There were no taxis and no cell reception since the tower had been on the fritz with a recent storm. Two options existed for getting out of here. Walking, which with the wretched summer rains going on outside wasn't exactly ideal, or wait until morning and maybe knock at the office of the person stuck doing night clerk duties. At the very least there was a light coming from below the door and it was ajar, so the promise was there that any vagrants or wanderers looking for some way out of this little cesspool forgotten in the middle of nowhere wouldn't end up stuck for the night. At least, provided they could convince whoever was here to give a girl a helping hand. What was the worst that could fucking happen under the circumstances?

Ruby was not left with much choice, considering. Bolting across the tarmac, she huddled under the tiny overhang and creeked the door open. She popped her head in and gave the biggest, sappiest smile she could. "Hello?" she called out, big blue eyes searching for someone to ask shelter from. "Anyone here?" She stepped inside not waiting for an answer, hoping the fact that she announced her self would make anyone here less suspicious of her. She shakes off the water from her clothes, shivering in the AC.

There was a small, dull thud from the other room. It wasn't going to be something that Ruby could tell the source of at first. However, in the closet of the office, the real attendant's body just got deposited. She may have accidentally walked in on the theft and robbery of the place, for what it was worth, and now she had managed to earn herself a special and unenviable place in her very short life. She was a witness to someone being here, and witnesses were not things that this person was wiling to leave as anything other than lying around. The door opened while a big woman stepped into the room. They dusted their hands off, looking over at Ruby and taking the far shorter girl in with a nice, long look and a smile. Almost a foot and a half bigger than Ruby, the green haired woman gave her a little salute, the bus attendant's cap not fitting great on her head. "Sorry, first night on the job," she lied through her teeth. "You look soaked. want to come back for some coffee?" A simple motion beckoned and she stepped in, closing and locking the closest door. The attendant wouldn't be needed tonight.

"Oh you don't know how wonderful that sounds," the girl said with a roll of her eyes as she passes the taller woman. Blithely unaware of the woman's actions, she walks in the direction the 'attendant' directs her. "And thanks for tolerating me, sweetie, I should be home right now, but I'm a dumb bitch, and got on the wrong bus," she said with a chuckle. She was wearing surprisingly little: a thin over coat that reached her thighs, under which were a pair of jean shorts barely past her hips and a pink tank top that was wet enough to show her simple bra underneath. She turned around suddenly and regarded the other woman with a smile. "Name's Ruby by the way, what's yours?"

Tyne let her prattle on while the back of her boot closed the door behind her. No need to lock it under the circumstances. Ruby's size told her that she wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight. In fact, there was no reason that the two of them couldn't have some fun before she finished the job. She'd cut the security cameras and already demagnetized any tapes they left behind. cheap bastards didn't even spring for online storage of the data. Well, that'd cost them in the end wouldn't it? She was going to need to torch this place when she was done to get the DNA out, so... yeah. Time for fun. Walking over, she poured a cup of the hours old sludge that the real attendant had been drinking, and then another before offering it to Ruby. "You can call me Tyne," she said, leaning against the counter and grinning at her. "And please. Do you know how many dumb bitches I'm expecting to see on this job? People always get on the wrong bus, fall asleep and wake up in Akron. Welcome to Akron by the way." A bit of a wink and she flashed her a fanged, amused grin. "So, just you all by your little lonesome? Seriously? Please tell me you at least brought pepper spray."

Hah, pepper spray. The over the counter stuff was crap.

"Thanks Tyne," she said as she took the cup in hand. It smelled like shit, tasted even worse, but it was warm and she wasn't, so it was perfect. "And, I have a taser in the bag. Strong enough to put down a mule, let alone a bastard looking to have his way with me." She leaned up against the counter, crossing her legs with a s mile. "But yeah. So this is Akron? A lot less unfriendly than I'm told by the folks back home." She took a sip of the coffee and cringed. "Fucking hell, sorry to bite the hand that feeds me, but this is some acrid shit," she says with a rough smile. "How do you folks survive off this?"

Hmmm, taser? That was something at least, but if it wasn't actually out it wasn't going to do Ruby much good was it? Tyne made a quick mental note of the article, since the girl was trusting her enough to say that much. A blitz attacuk would probably be the best call. She was more than strong enough and if she could get her hands on her bag, this would all be over very soon. Or, as soon as she wanted. The replacement wasn't due for several hours after all. Watching her move, she snickered and shrugged. "That which does not kill us makes us stronger," she said, sounding like she was reciting a line from some dumb movie. "I'm still pretty new to town so I wouldn't know any better. But I think you're going to find the reception to die for." A little laugh and she got up after barely taking a sip.

"Let me see if I can get a taxi service on the horn." As she started to walk towards Ruby, she waited to see when the girl would take a sip or close her eyes for just a second. When it happened, she'd dart forward, fist going for the solar plexus. She didn't want a fight. She just wanted her good and stunned so she could get to more fun things.

Ruby nodded as Tyne motioned to get the phone. She turned away looking out the conveniently placed window The sun was nearly down, but there was enough light still to see the silhouette of the city on the sky.

Then Tyne's fist connected. The cup flew from her hands, spilling steaming coffee all down Ruby's shins, leaving a bright red burn on the once ivory skin. Her eyes bulged and pain rocked her as every drop of air was forced from her in a single solid blow. She heaved and wheezed, curling up around the blow. The bag slipped from her shoulder, catching in her elbow as she cradled her stomach from the blow. Her feet slipped out from under her, the soaked slips she was wearing finding no grip on the tile floor. She quickly found herself on the floor, sitting in a puddle of cooling coffee and gasping for breath.

The bigger woman was on her without any further warning. Her fist went down to grab the redhead by the hair and yanking back while her other hand grabbed her bag and savagely threw it to the side. She reached back and pulled out a zip tie from her pocket. She carried a few just for this kind of situation. They were cheap, easy to get rid of and perfect under the circumstances. One hand went down right after while she held fast and yanked back to keep her looking to the sky as long as possible, going for the wrist. Once she could get one, she'd yank it behind her back, wedging with her knees and going for the other. As long as she was stunned there was time to take advantage and she could make sure that she was properly controlled.

"Nothing personal, Rubes, but you're just in the wrong shit town at the wrong time," she said, snickering as she said it. "But I promise you're not going to have to worry about that for too much longer. There's a penalty for that sort of thing where I come from." she just had to decide how she wanted to do it. No worries. She had all kinds of options in here, after all.

She was dazed but not insensate. She struggled, tugging her wrists and trying to kick away from Tyne, but it was pointless in the end. Too much sitting on the couch. In no time, she found her self pinned to the ground with her arms snugly tied back. The plastic cords bit into her wrists as she tugged and jerked against them. "Let.. Let me go!" She shouted, trying to roll out from under Tyne. "Please! I'll do anything, just let me go!"

Then it hit her. The smell of copper. It filled the air down here now that the water and coffee had both dispersed. Ruby was a nurse, she knew blood when she smelled it and her heart dropped out from her chest.

Yeah, that smell was pretty strong. There was also a bleach odor that was more obvious from this close. No blood stains but someone had cleaned up. There was someone already dead in this place. Or at least injured. Tyne was laughing when Ruby got up the nerve to try and beg for her release, right before she got a nice, long look around the office. Her eyes lit up on one particular part of it. It was one of the darnedest things. Nobody ever put the paper cutter down properly. It was almost insulting honestly. You could lose a finger that way if those were greased right. Dragging on the nurse's head by the hair, she hauled her over and grabbed the big green tool, slamming it down on the desk. The blade didn't move an inch. Man, it needed some WD 40 badly.

"You're going to do exactly what I want, little gemstone," she said, kicking a wastebin in front of the desk, right below where the cutter was and grinning down at her. "You and I are going to have a party, and then you're going to give me something to remember you by." And coincidentally when she was done there weren't going to be any dental records for them to identify this girl by. Well, there were, but they weren't going to be in the building, now were they?

She yowled as she was dragged long by her hair, kicking and trying to pull free of the woman's powerful grip. One of her slips caught on something and slipped off as she was dragged up onto the counter, her head was placed under the blade and the waste bin filled her view as she shuddered in place. "I-I-I understand," she said swallowing hard. "I'll do what you want, ma'am, just don't hurt me. Please." Tears were rolling down her cheeks now, her mascara running tracks along her face. She was still as a mouse, her hands curled up in white knuckle fists, the only motion coming from her breathing and faint trembling.

Tyne rested Ruby's head down on top of the little metal guard. She took a screwdriver out of the desk and, with alarming precision, undid both of the nuts on the little guard, pulling it free and letting Ruby get flipped around. Bringing it up and into a locked position, she started to squirt some of that foul smelling graphite into the thing, getting it to loosen up while she chatted almost amiably. The young woman had been set there on her back to look at the thing staring down at her throat like a perverse, makeshift headsman's axe. It wasn't perfect, but as Tyne moved to start dragging a file along the blade, grinning down at her, it was going to be obvious that a few filings would leave it sharp enough to do the job....

In probably three, maybe four swings. Her medical training told her that without precisely accurate swings it probably would have to literally crush its way through the vertebrae of her neck. This was no Guillotine that she was in. The guard was returned, locking over with a bend to the metal and trapping her throat in place so that she wouldn't be able to do anything other than stare up at it as the next part happened. One little winch was set, locking it in and that was the only thing keeping her from a nasty cut from its fall.

"Be a dear," Tyne said, defying all of her care earlier and pulling out Ruby's cell phone from her bag. She turned it on, glad to see there was no protection and started a video feed. "Tell the camera your name and if you're still a virgin." She snickered at her and licked her lips. As long as she was careful? She was pretty sure she could upload this to the girl's facebook when they were done. Horrify a few folks.

She watched with a terrified look as Tyne worked in quiet precision. The woman knew what she was doing and that scared the ever loving shit out of her. She'd done this before, she thought. Ruby stared back up into her camera, and her voice waivered. "I'm... I'm Ruby Appleton," she said slowly. "Not a virgin. Are you... going to kill me?" she asked in return, eyes darting between the blade and Tyne. It loomed above her, the edge freshly gleaming in the florescent light. She tried to hold still as possible, she knew if she struggled too much, the blade would come down on her neck. It might not cut all the way through, but with the edge sharpened like that, she'd definitely have to deal with a gash on her throat. "I promise I won't say anything if you let me go. Please... I swear."

Tyne reached down with a metal rod to jam it in as she kept the filming going. The rod would do the job of making sure that the jostling that was about to happen was definitely not going to force the blade to fall prematurely. She reached down, dragging her hand, just out of the camera's range, to unzip those almost comically short shorts. A yank and they fell down to the knees before dropping to the ground. Tyne pulled out a condom, having just enough sense not to leave anything inside of her victim to be identified later. Oh no, she wasn't going to do anything that would get her caught. A snap on the futanari's cock, and it was in place. Hooking her arm in, under the knee, she started to force he hips up and against, Ruby's body.

Tilting the camera up to get a look at her face, she pushed her pink tank top out of the way and unhooked her bra so that her breasts would be on full display, a sick little visual for the video. "Whether or not your head goes into the garbage, like the trash you are, depends on just how much I enjoy fucking you, don't you think?" she said, slapping what was very obviously a proportionally sized phallus there. It wasn't going to fit well at all. She was about to get wrecked if Tyne was not very careful and she didn't look careful at all.

She nodded frantically, lifting her legs for Tyne, giving the woman a clear view of her slit. She wasn't a perfect pink virgin, but she was by no means over used down there, so it would absolutely be a tight fit for Tyne's shaft. "I'll do my best, ma'am," she said with a quiet, shaky voice. Ruby's eyes were stuck on the woman's throbbing cock laying against her bare belly. A dark part of her thought all Tyne had to do was ask and she'd have bent over, but that didn't matter right now. "Please fuck me, Tyne," she 'begged' softly, she knew what these kinds of people liked and she would play into it, hopefully helping her escape the situation. Biting her lip, she gave Tyne a pleading look, trying to play the part of the willing slut as much as possible.

At least, Ruby thought she knew what Tyne wanted. She definitely wanted some of those things, but when the tip of the cock was pressed to her labia and used to pry it open, giving quite the hellish experience as she proceeded to begin wedging it in, it was going to be very apparent that she had more than just a quick, depraved lay in mind. The blade shifted, holding steady as her hips started to work back and forth in the red-head. It was a vicious, rough fuck. Tyne leaned back, caring very little that the audience might see just a bit more and pointing the camera so that the penetration, the filling of the victim was apparent. It started to slap, to slam and she gripped one leg to keep them spread wide while she started to assault Ruby's body vigorously, loudly, almost angrily, It wasn't a kind fuck, but if Ruby had such a dark, masochistic side inside maybe she'd start to have the chance to get off, especially when fingers reached down to brush lightly over her clit.

"That's right. You want to feel this, don't you? Anything to keep me from chopping your pretty little head off, right?" She sneered at her. "You know... I know a really good taxidermist back home... one with less ethics than me. You'd look great on my basement wall."

The pain was unimaginable at first, like a hot steel rod covered in sand paper being shoved into her body with all the force of a semi truck. The punch of Tyne's cock was enough to knock the air out from her again, her head lulling back in a daze. Each violent thrust rocked Ruby's body, her breasts wobbling about with each impact. Loud, pained groans filled the room, mixing with Tyne's own sounds, as blood started to trickle down her ass, seeping out from her over stretched pussy. It burned, itched, and tore at her, the blood serving as a poor lubricant for such a massive penetration. She could feel the head of the woman's cock punching a bulge on her belly, a red mark forming where it terminated.

"P-please... I'll be a good girl... I'd.. I'd look better alive in your basement," she pleaded softly, barely able to speak through the pain. Shame started to well up in side her as Tyne played with her button. The woman was right, she was a masochistic woman, and with the dedicated attention she was getting to her body? She was starting to feel the arousal build.

Her soon to be executioner sneered down at her at the first signs of pleasure despite the vicious treatment. She was getting off to this was she? It was a wicked, awful thing, but now that she knew there was a part of this girl that was broken this way, she intended to break her even more. Her cock started to pick up the pace, using the lubrication on the condom, however low it was, and her blood to saw back and forth into her sex. There was a definite punching sign that there was going to be internal bruising from this, while she leaned forward, forcing her legs to hook over the nasty, brutish woman's body. She had her in a perverse mating press, knees dangerously close to the blade while her fingers worked with expert ease over the hood. Never too long, never too forceful. Unlike what she was doing to her victim's pussy, the clitoris was being treated almost gently.

The camera came close as Ruby pleaded, begged her. "You'd rather be a sex slave, raped every morning, pumped full of cum, never knowing if you'll live to see the next day. Listen to yourself. Are you getting off, thinking that I might ram this blade down? How many times do you think it would take to end your life? Could you get off before I finish in you? Get off even as I do it?" She sneered at her, teeth showing as she tormented the girl. It was egregious, not to mention gratuitous but at this point she was having a sort of sick grin.

"Please!" she cried out, her pussy clenching down on Tyne's cock. She was pent up, she was already a little horny and every brutal thrust was breaking down the last few barriers of her own dignity. The violence and the peril was enough, combined with the delicate teasing of her clit, to send her over the edge early. Her legs trembled in Tyne's grip, and her back arched underneath the woman. A low, yowling cry, a mix of pain and pleasure, filled the room as her head drooped over the edge of the counter. A gush of her juices washed away a bit of her blood, and made Tyne's passage that much easier.

She laid there dazed for a moment, mumbling in the haze of her afterglow."P-please... I'll be a good slave, just don't... don't kill me." All the while, her body still rocked, still bounced off of Tyne's cock with each thrust.

"Your lips and your mind say one thing," she said down to Ruby while her eyes practically gleamed. Dragging out the suicidal, the dangerous urges in this girl was becoming a mission. She didn't let up even as she came, her pace mounting, battering inside of her before she let out a vicious little snarl, her cock exploding in reaction to the last stages of Ruby's climax. It pumped and poured, filling the latex with jizz that swelled up warm inside of the nurse's cute little body. It was just enough of a swell to feel a fraction thicker, to bulge a little more lewdly. A growl and she chuckled at her. "You're already climaxing even knowing I might still do it. Aren't you? Not good to lie right now, is it? You want to be a good girl. Tell the camera. Does it turn you on to think that I might do it? Are you imagining what your head would look like on my wall?" She might not have been, but right now, Tyne would have bet bottom dollar that saying that put the image in the poor thing's head.

She yanked out, dragging her cock free and tying off one condom before putting another on. Her sex was ravaged, leaking blood and her own pleasure while she stated to step around, smiling down at her as she put the tip of it, covered in latex again already, right up to Ruby's lips. Her eyes were alight, and she took one hand to unlock the blade, holding it and her camera to face down while she looked at her. "Why don't we see whatyou're going to look like on my wall?" she said before reaching down and undoing the zip ties underneath. she couldn't break free now. "Go on. Touch yourself. That's an order."

Slowly, she pulled her arms out from under herself, wrists bruised purple by the ties. Every motion of her hands hurt, each joint was stiff and sore. But she did as she was told. Twofingers pinched her button, twisting and tugging, rubbing little circles on her battered pussy as she looked up at the camera. It was degrading beyond all belief, having her rape filmed by her own phone, imagining her head falling into the basket below her. And only her body could know why in all that was holy she was already getting aroused again. Why her raspy voice was coming out in soft, sweet moans instead of crying and screaming like she thought she'd be doing.

She was terrified, she was sure she was going to die, and as her pussy dripped more juice and blood, she was horny beyond belief.

"Just think. One or two pulls of this lever," Tyne said, dragging it down in a swift jerk that stopped just short of Ruby's throat before she thrust her cock right into her mouth, starting to half choke her but not quite. She wasn't going to die like that. Oh no, she gave her just enough room to breathe in the middle of the torture while she pleasured herself. All she had to do was the slightest bit of timing and she'd be breathing just fine... even if her throat was going to hurt like hell from the apex of each thrust. The more that she worked, the ore obvious it was that she was screwing with her head far ore than her body. "This is all those lips of yours are ever going to do again. You're going to be a permanent dick sucking whore. Mounted on mahogany, 'Ruby Appleton' on a little brass plaque underneath, waiting for me to pull you off and fuck all the way until my dick pokes out the other end."

She licked her lips. Her eyes were full of pleasure as she said it. "And you're moaning like a little snuff slut right now at the thought of it. What will your mother say when she sees you, baying and practically begging for the blade to fall?" It started to rise up again. "How horrified are your parents going to be? OH, I almost wish I could see their faces..."

It wasn't long before Ruby was actually into this, her head bobbing with each thrust. Her fingers were digging into her bruised cunt, a carnal squelching mingling with the sound of her choking on Tyne's cock. Her tongue danced over the latex, instinctively doing her best to suck her killer's cock. Her lips left little red marks as it passed, marking how far she'd taken the cock. Her big green eyes looked up at Tyne, pleading still, though something had shifted, something awful had come out. She couldn't respond, not with her murderer's cock in her mouth, but she was going wild at the thought of it. The thought of her blank expression mounted on a plaque, cum dribbling from her preserved lips, forever stuck sucking a cock that wasn't always there.

The fuck did she care about how her mother felt about this? About how anyone else felt about this, she was barreling down on her second climax and she didn't care one bit.

Tyne watched the change in her mind as she reached that point where her pupils stated to dilate. Bringing the camera down, she gave a side view, the bulge showing in her throat, stopped each time by the metal guard as it plowed into Ruby. "I want all of you to see this," she said with a closeup of her eyes. "This is the face of a snuff slut realizing what she is and admitting it to herself. She's not just pleading please don't kill me. She's sucking my cock with a champ, and she knows that no matter how good a lay she was? I'm going to jam this down and break her neck. I'm going to chop it off and she can only think of one thing. Have to get off one more time."

She let out a loud snarl, another climax rippling through her cock. The swell formed again, cum splashing through the latex, filing like a balloon. It threatened to throttle her before it was yanked free, dripping down hanging there in a filthy display of what had happened to this girl as she smiled down. "Go on. Tell them the truth. I'm posting this to your facebook. Say your name one last time and what you want Tyne to do. It's ok to want it. It's going to happen anyway after all. At least this way your face stays pretty forever!" She grinned down at her, watching those fingers, listening and waiting for her to speak her final words, waiting to see her get off. She wanted that to be the moment.

She gasped for air, her fingers still digging at herself with the pathetic furor of an animalistic slut. She was dead. Ruby knew it, there wasn't a single chance in hell she was getting out of here alive. "Please..." She said, her voice raspy and breathless. "My name is... Ruby Appleton, and I-I want you to chop my fucking head off, Tyne!" She said as her body began to tremble from the second climax, another gush of her juices staining the counter beneath her. Her eyes were unfocused, head drooping as she tensed up, a low cry coming out of her mouth, the pathetic wail of a creature who cared more for pleasure than survival.

"With pleasure, you little snuff slut! Time for Ruby Appleton to die!" she said as she heard the cry of ecstasy. She reached up with one powerful hand and gripped the handle of the blade. The other held the camera as steady as possible. No further warning came from the bitch of a robber. It shot down wickedly and, when it struck there was a spray of blood. Metal bit into the flesh of her delicate neck. A shudder ran through her spine that threatened to shatter it, but not quite pull off the job. Her nerves were still working as the muscles around her throat, just below her trachea, were being severed. It had barely avoided getting to the carotid arterie, so at this point it was a fatal blow but it would take agonizingly long periods of time to do it. The blade tugged up, dragging a little gob of flesh down that trickled her blood before continuing its ascent back to the top. She panted a little, holding it there, watching the reactions. Oh, no. She was going to take her fucking time actually killing her. She wanted to see the change in her eyes, for her friends and family to see it as she was still mid climax while her throat was mangled and the blade was ready for another chop.

The blade cut through the haze of her climax like, well, a blade. Blood shot from her wound and into her throat, oozing up and out her mouth and nose as she hacked up hunks of her throat. Her eyes shot open and her body seized. Regardless of how much she asked for it, the body would react on its own. Her arms shot up to the blade trying to dislodge it from her neck, trying to relive the pain and let her breathe again as she felt her blood start to trickle into her lungs. Ruby kicked her legs, trying to find purchase and slip away, but blood and her own cum made it impossible for her to even begin moving. So she simply writhed, struggling as blood spilled down the counter's side.

Tyne gripped the blade again, harder this time. The blade dropped in a moment where the writhing of the arms wouldn't get them in the way. It shot down with enough force that there was a vicious, wide spray of blood. The carotid and jugular were severed signalling the end. Blood to her brain would start to fade swiftly, leaving her not only in horrendous pain all over but light headed with shock. It forced her head back, starting to lean with the weight of her skull but not quite breaking either. There was a cracking sound, the bones of her spinal column definitely fracturing but not actually severing the spine. While the white-hot world of searing horror flooded her scrabbling, kicking body as it was shown off to the camera, Tyne laughed. She brought the blade up again, yanking off her condom and pinching it closed between her teeth. Another condom was yanked out, tearing in a second. It was mostly rolled into place when she gripped a third time.

"I'm going to fuck your throat, whore," she said, knowing Ruby had to be conscious enough to hear that as her life was fleeing her slowly. "When your head goes down, probably hanging by a strip over the waste basket I'll carry you out in, I'm going to fuck your throat right on the desk for them to see."

Ruby saw the spray, it was impossible to miss, even from her position. She felt the blade hit her bone like a brick slamming into pavement. It rocked her entire body with the pain and force.

15 seconds. That's all she had. Barely enough time to form a coherent thought as she felt her head dangle precipitously, holding in by just her spine. She tried to breath, gasping for breath that would never reach anything important as her blood was spewed uselessly on her face and the floor. Still, she was alive just long enough for Tyne to tell her the ultimate fate of her body. To be used as a sex toy one last time as her head stews in her blood below. As the lights faded from her eyes and her vision blacked out, she didn't really know what to feel. Happy to have cum this hard? Scared she was dying? In the end, the only thing she could really think of was how tired she was as the last bit of life in her faded out.

"And now, for our audience," Tyne said with a nasty little grin they wouldn't see. "This!" The blade was brought down hard on the spine. It shattered it even as the light was fading. Ruby's body was going to be caught in the automatic spasms of death, the reactions of the natural process as nerves fired desperately, lungs failed to bring in air, and the heart pulsed for the final remaining seconds after brain death. The bone cracked, but she had to bring it down again. "Is why you sharpen!" It cracked fully, and the third time it was obvious what was about to happen. "Your blades properly!" It went right through the spinal column, but even when it did, it didn't completely sever the head. It hung by a strip of meat down, dangerously precarious over the wastebin. She showed it off as the blood started to slow down its pumping. "This is why you never quite get the paper to cut properly. You don't maintain your blades. Let this be the real moral lesson of Ruby's death. Keep them guillotine sharp. Now, as promised..."

She lifted and locked the blade. Rolling the condom in place, she reached down to grab her by the shoulders and just shoved in. It no longer mattered anymore. Her cock was visible on the screen, plowing into the hole with a sick, wet slippery sound, slapping hips against throat over and over again as she violated the girl's corpse. She was dead. She was a fuck toy, a perverse sex toy to be mounted on this woman's wall when she was done taking her head, robbing it blind and torching the place of any real evidence. Why shouldn't Tyne ruin this one last thing. As she started to cum inside of Ruby, she shut the camera off with a laugh and a final taunt.

"Sorry mommy, daddy. Ruby was a snuff slut, and now she's my toy. You'll never find her head. If your lucky? Her fingerprints might identify your daughter's body. Toodles!"