Missy's New Corset
Worm (Series), F/f, Oral, Missy Biron, Taylor Hebert, Parian, Snuff, Suicidal Ideation, Exhibitionism, Throat cut, Consensual, Persuaded, Fingering, Girl Leather, Complete
 
After Missy stumbles upon what she thinks is the fetish of her dearest crush, she decides to obtain a girlskin corset. Enter Taylor Hebert.
 
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It wasn't fair. Glory Girl wasn't anywhere near as good a hero as she was; wasn't anywhere near as professional! And yet, Dean liked Vicky more than he did her! Well, that wasn't true, Missy knew he liked her he just... didn't like her *that* way. He still saw her as a kid even though she was the member of the wards with the most combat experience. She knew the rules the best. She was the most professional. And yet...
 
Ugh! It was driving her crazy! And she couldn't even complain about it either because everyone else would just tell her the same thing they always had. "You're just a kid, Missy. Don't worry about it. You'll find someone your age to be with." She didn't want someone her age! Boys her age were stupid! And that's without even talking about how dating someone who didn't know her secret identity as a member of the Wards was just a disaster in the making.
 
What she needed was something to make Dean notice her. And it needed to not just make him notice her, but make him notice her as a *woman.*
 
Missy wasn't stupid. She knew about porn, and... fetishes. She'd heard other kids talk about them at school even if she didn't really understand them herself. Still, she knew enough. She knew that if she could find out Dean's fetish then... that would be a surefire way to get his attention, wouldn't it? To show him once and for all that she wasn't just a little girl.
 
That's why Missy used her powers to expand the space underneath the door to Dean's room while he was out on patrol. He'd left his laptop inside, still on, and that meant Missy could do a little searching around. With the space between the door and the floor expanded through her power enough to slip through Missy was in and there was nothing anyone else could do to keep her from her goal. Not that there was anyone else around of course. It wouldn't do to be caught.
 
With her power's aid slipping into Dean's room was easy, after that it didn't take much time at all to find the sort of porn Dean liked. After all, he had left it open on his laptop.
 
Missy's eyes widened almost comically in her head as she saw the pictures of the sexy, mature girls in the tabs that Dean had left open. None of them were naked, not technically, anyway. But that didn't really mean anything given what they were wearing.
 
Girlskin.
 
Each and every one of the girls in the pictures that Dean was looking at before he left for patrol was wearing Girlskin, and nothing else.
 
The girls almost didn't matter. There were white girls, black girls, redheads, brunettes, Asians, ravers, models, amateurs, teens, women in their twenties, they shared almost nothing in common with each other; except their outfits. Each and every one of them was wearing the same exact outfit; a Girlskin corset.
 
There were even links to stores that *sold* Girlskin! Including one right here in the bay!
 
That was it, Missy realized. Dean's fetish. The way to his heart. She just needed to show him her own Girlskin corset and he'd fall for her ten times harder than he had for Vicky!
 
With haste entirely unlike the careful way she entered, Missy used her power to slip back out from Dean's room through the gap between the floor and the door.
 
In her rush to put her plan in motion however, Missy failed to see the email client in the background. The email client with the email in it from Glory Girl full of links, stating her measurements, and begging her boyfriend to buy her a Girlskin corset.
 
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Of course, just because she *wanted* a girlskin corset didn't mean getting it would be easy. They certainly weren't cheap and the one shop in Brockton Bay that *did* sell them, Parian's, didn't have any in her size.
 
That didn't mean she couldn't get one of course.
 
The money was almost laughably easy. All she had to do was mention the fact that her mom had given her money for new clothes in front of her dad and he immediately forked over twice as much as the amount her mom supposedly 'gave' her. Then she just had to show her mom the money her dad actually *did* give her and her mom gave her just as much. It wasn't hard, but it was sort of depressing, not that Missy intended to dwell on it.
 
Of course that only gave her enough to buy a corset if she could provide the materials!
 
That part was harder.
 
The bit with her parents hadn't done wonders for Missy's mental health. She knew her parents didn't really care about her. She'd known for years that they were more interested in her as a tool to one up each other than as a daughter, but it still hurt. Briefly, Missy entertained the idea of using herself, of letting Parian snuff and turn her into a corset for Dean and his girlfriend to enjoy together. After all, it wasn't like her plan had a chance in hell of working. Dean was nice and kind but he didn't love *her.* No one did.
 
But the moment passed and Missy discarded the thought. It wasn't a good thought, and even if it were? It wasn't like she had Glory Girl's measurements *anyway*.
 
Or wanted Dean to be with Glory Girl either, for that matter.
 
Of course, that meant she'd need to find the materials herself, which was harder.
 
She'd asked her friends, but they all thought that she was joking, and given their reactions? Missy wasn't willing to clear up the misunderstanding.
 
Since she couldn't ask her teammates without giving away her plans, and probably getting stopped before she could carry them out, that left asking random strangers if she could snuff them, something she couldn't do as *Vista,* but could definitely do as *Missy,* even if her request was a lot less likely to be successful.
 
So that's where she'd been the past week, on the boardwalk, asking random girls her age and older if she could snuff them.
 
It wasn't really working out. People mostly thought she was adorable rather than serious, and Missy wasn't exactly willing to show them she had the money to back up her requests in an area known for pickpockets.
 
Of course, that just meant she had to ask more people! She wasn't exactly on a deadline for this. If she kept asking, sooner or later someone was bound to say yes, right?
 
So with that in mind, Missy fixed her eyes on her next target, a super tall older girl with glasses and curly brown hair.
 
"Excuse me miss, can I snuff you?" Missy asked, making sure to keep her eyes large and curious.
 
"What?" the girl asked, stopping. It seemed like she was second guessing what she heard. That was good. Usually girls either yelled at her or ignored her and kept going. Stopping meant that Missy had an actual opportunity to talk to her!
 
"Can I Snuff you?" the younger girl asked, keeping her eyes open and earnest just like the PR department had told her to when asking for something.
 
“You... What?” the girl asked, confused. “Why? Do you... do you even know what you're asking?”
 
“Of course I do!” Missy retorted, adorably indignant. “Why would I ask if I didn't know what I was asking?”
 
The older girl seemed taken aback. “If you know what it means then why would you ask me? You don't even know my name?”
 
“Well, what is your name then?” Missy asked. This was the most that anyone had interacted with her so far. It didn't seem like the other girl was interested in letting her snuff her, but... she could have just walked on without engaging her, couldn't she?
 
“It's Taylor,” the older girl, no... Taylor replied, almost without thinking.
 
“So Taylor,” Missy asked with a hint of mischief in her voice. “Now that I know your name... can I snuff you?”
 
"I'm still not convinced you even know what you're asking," Taylor retorted.
 
"Of course I do!" Missy replied.
 
"Oh? Then tell me, what does 'Snuff' mean?" Taylor asked.
 
Missy frowned at the way Taylor just sort of assumed that she didn't know. It wasn't like she was wrong, Missy *didn't* know.... earlier today.
 
But she'd looked it up on her dad's computer since then, and learned a lot of things about her dad that she never really wanted to know in the process; like his collection of snuff videos of girls her age...
 
"It means, you get undressed, I lick your pussy, and then, when you cum? I kill you," Missy replied in the tone that expertly conveyed how little Missy thought about Taylor treating her like an ignorant kid.
 
Taylor's heart skipped a beat as her brain actually decoded what Missy was saying.
 
She *definitely* knew what Snuff meant.
 
Which meant... the girl in front of her was serious. She really *did* want to snuff her.
 
"You really... you really do want to snuff me?" Taylor asked, somewhat at a loss for words. "I don't even know your name."
 
"It's Missy," the girl replied. "So... can I snuff you, or not?"
 
Missy was excited. She'd never gotten this far with any of the other girls she'd asked and Taylor was *Perfect!* She was *super* tall, and pale enough that a corset made from her would *definitely* stand out against Missy's darker skin. Her skin looked smooth too, what little Missy could see of it from beneath the baggy hoodie and jeans that Taylor was wearing, anyway.
 
"Sorry, I'm just sort of... coming to grips with the idea that you're serious," Taylor explained, somewhat mentally off-balance.
 
"Well, I am," Missy replied firmly. "I know how to do it too, I must have watched a dozen different videos on my dad's computer to make sure I'd do it right."
 
Taylor expected to feel... She didn't really know, horror, fear, disgust? Something similar, at least, when she learned how Missy had prepared to snuff her but instead she felt... Nothing.
 
Or, curiosity maybe?
 
Here was this girl, a virtual stranger, asking her out of the blue to let her *snuff her!* And instead of fear or outrage, Taylor felt curious.
 
Curious, and.... just a bit turned on.
 
"How would it work?" Taylor asked, not quite sure why she was even entertaining this thought.
 
"Well, we would find an alley, or... a bathroom? Or, no. wait, you look sort of heavy for me. Maybe it's better if we're in one of the changing rooms of Parian's shop? Then you'll get undressed, and I'll lick your pussy until you cum, and then, when you do? I kill you. It might be easiest to use my belt to strangle you? But if you'd rather have your throat cut, I brought a sharp knife from my mom's kitchen, just in case?" Missy explained.
 
Taylor lost herself in thought.
 
She was a virgin, obviously. No one in school had any interest in her, and... well, with Emma and the rest of the Trio around that wasn't going to change any time soon. She wasn't going to have sex until she graduated at this rate. If she graduated. She'd been missing a lot of school avoiding the trio. and her grades hadn't been the best *before* that either thanks to Emma and Sophia stealing and sabotaging her homework...
 
Her life was going nowhere. She probably would have ended it already except that.... if she killed herself... that just meant that Emma would win.
 
Missy wasn't connected to any of that though. With Missy, if she died she'd be.... Well, it might not really be doing a good deed? But she'd be helping someone out at least?
 
She didn't think of herself as a lesbian but... The Way that Missy matter-of-factly laid out her plans to snuff her... it was... definitely turning her on at least a little.
 
Taylor didn't think she wanted to die, especially not as a Virgin... but... what Missy was asking? She was definitely *willing* to...
 
"How about a test?" Taylor asked, her mouth running ahead of her mind. "We'll go into that Alley there, and if you can manage to make me cum then... then you cut my throat, okay?"
 
Missy's eyes lit up immediately. "Really!? You'll really let me snuff you!?"
 
"*If* you can get me to cum first," Taylor agreed.
 
Faster than she could blink Missy dragged her into the alley. It happened so fast that almost looked like they had managed to skip over the space between!
 
Missy's fingers were unbuttoning the fly of her jeans, pulling them down towards her upper thighs to reveal Taylor's lacy black panties. The pair that she'd gotten to help herself feel more beautiful and mature than Emma.
 
They had worked, for a little while, but Emma's relentless campaign to murder her self esteem had eroded any gains she'd made quite quickly.
 
Missy seemed interested in them though.
 
"Can I keep these? After I snuff you, I mean?" Missy asked hopefully.
 
"I guess? I won't be able to use them," Taylor agreed as Missy carefully pulled the panties down to expose her pussy.
 
Misy didn't respond, she just reached out with her delicate fingers and stroked the pussy of the older girl in front of her. It was... strange. Different from Missy's own puffy cameltoe. Taylor's pussy was mostly flat, with a gap between her thighs; her pinkish inner labia sticking out from between her concealing outer lips. There was something... her clit, Missy remembered, poking out from beneath its hood at the top of her sex too...
 
Overall, Missy thought Taylor's pussy looked more mature than her own, but it was Missy's pussy type that exclusively showed up in her dad's snuff videos, not Taylor's.
 
Missy shivered as her fingertips touched Taylor's warm nethers. She'd never touched another girl like this before. She'd only started touching herself in the last day or two; emulating the girls in her daddy's snuff videos to make sure she'd be able to properly snuff a girl if she agreed.
 
Taylor's body shivered beneath Missy's fingertips as Missy began to explore her pussy. Her lower lips were gently moved out of the way, allowing Missy to see the vibrant pink opening to Taylor's snatch.
 
Missy was enthralled at the sight in front of her. This was what she'd be wearing if she managed to make the older girl cum. Taylor's delicate sex, cradling her own; that sight was why Girlskin Corsets were so sexy, Missy realized. Missy hadn't realized before just how enticing that idea really was.
 
No wonder Dean was turned on.
 
Taylor shivered as Missy slipped a finger between her lower lips into the warm, wet expanse behind them. She could feel the younger girl's probing finger as it explored inside her. She'd used her own larger, longer fingers before, but this was different. It lacked the control! Taylor had no sway over how Missy's much smaller and more delicate fingers moved. She couldn't direct them the way she could her own! It made every new movement a surprise. It made her sex *sensitive* to Missy's fumbling ministrations.
 
Missy smiled as Taylor gasped. The older girl was *wet.* She must have been *incredibly* aroused, and Missy was hopeful that that meant she'd be both eager to cum *and* willing to be snuffed! As long as Missy played her part, anyway.
 
Trembling, Taylor struggled to resist the younger girl's ministrations. She didn't expect to win. Missy was determined; more determined than Taylor had thought the younger girl would be when she agreed to let Missy try to snuff her. To let Missy snuff her, really; since Taylor hadn't actually put much stock in her ability to resist even a virgin girl's attempt to make her cum. But Taylor hadn't intended for snuffing her to be *this* easy! She wanted Missy to at least have to work for it...
 
Unfortunately for Taylor, the sight of Missy eagerly finger-fucking her was far more arousing than the Taller girl had expected! Taylor had thought she was straight, and was unprepared for just how sexy the sight of a young girl playing with her pussy would turn out to be.
 
"You need to... do more than that!" Taylor lied, shuddering in pleasure as the heat sprwead out from between her thighs.
 
Missy nodded. Taylor's admonishment made sense. In the pornos her dad watched girls never got off just from fingering alone!
 
Missy pulled her fingers apart, spreading Taylor's flushed lower lips for the next phase. The older girl was definitely turned on, Missy could tell that much, all she needed to do was to... push her over the edge.
 
Taking a deep breath to focus herself, Missy leaned in and licked.
 
Missy made a face as she experienced her first taste of the fairer sex. Taylor was shuddering beneath her hands as Missy reached back to cup her small, but pleasantly squishy butt. Missy's tongue flicked out between Taylor's flushed lips, covering itself with the older girl's salty and slightly coppery taste as she delved deeper into Taylor's passage.
 
"Nnngh!" Taylor moaned, desperately trying to hold back. She'd never felt anything like this before! Her own feeble fumblings with her fingers were no match for the warm wetness of Missy's tongue licking her walls.
 
Missy's eyes were focused. Her gaze fixed on Taylor's folds as she felt the older girl's butt trembling in her hands. She was close! Missy could feel it!
 
Taylor could feel it too. She wanted, no, not wanted... She *needed* to cum! But... if she did? She would die. Missy would kill her and turn her into a corset!
 
Taylor couldn't help herself. Almost as soon as the thought occurred to her, Taylor was imagining it; fantasizing about what the young blonde would look like wrapped in... her.
 
And just like that Taylor was cumming.
 
Missy wanted to cheer as her mouth flooded with Taylor's juices. She'd won! Now all she needed to do is snuff her and bring her over to Parian's and her new corset would be as good as hers!
 
“Ah.... Ah! I- I guess I'm... yours?” Taylor conceded.
 
“You are,” Missy nodded, the serious look on her face ruined by the way Taylor's juices covered her lips. “Do you want to die now? Or do you want to walk with me to Parian's first?”
 
“I'll walk. I want to learn a bit more about the girl who'll be wearing me before I die,” Taylor decided, her voice taking an oddly excited quiver as she spoke the word *wearing.*
 
“Less work for me,” Missy agreed. “What do you want to know?”
 
“Why do you want a girlskin corset?” Taylor asked.
 
“There's this boy I like at... this after-school thing. He's older than me, and he's got this girlfriend who's his age who's terrible for him. I know he knows I like him but he's just.... not interested in me that way. I looked on his computer, trying to... you know, find out his his fetish and try to sort of, shock him into seeing me as a real girl instead of as a kid. And, well, it turns out his fetish is girls in girlskin corsets.”
 
“His fetish, not yours?” Taylor asked. “What happens if your plan doesn't work? Are you going to leave me hanging in the closet? Or... throw me away?”
 
“No!” Missy exclaimed, shocked that the older girl might think that. “I... It might be his fetish but... I... The idea of wearing a girl I convinced to let me snuff is... Kinda sexy?” Missy finished with a whisper, her cheeks flushing.
 
“So, you plan on touching yourself while wearing me?” Taylor asked, her voice clearly interested in the answer.
 
Missy had to think about that for a moment. Did she? Was she planning to slip into Taylor after school and head to whichever home had a parent out that day and just... play with herself while wearing her?
 
“Yes.”
 
Taylor nodded, understanding.
 
“I- I hope it's not weird but... I hope you think about me while you do it,” Taylor admitted.
 
“I... Maybe I can take a picture or two of you with my cell phone? One with clothes and one without? And... maybe a video of you begging me to snuff you? I promise not to put them online! Unless... you want me to?” Missy asked uncertainly.
 
Taylor shivered, still keyed up from the alley and the knowledge of what was about to come. The thought of being shared online was... Terrible. But... It wasn't as terrible as it could be. Not if it was done right. Not if people saw her after.... saw her as Missy saw her, as something that actually could be sexy.
 
“I... Only if you post it with a picture of you wearing me,” Taylor replied, hesitating. “I... want people to see you wearing me. What I look like... afterwards,” the older girl admitted.
 
“I'd like that. And... a sex scandal is a good way to stop people thinking I'm a little girl. I won't be seen as a victim if *you're* the one snuffed,” Missy admitted.
 
Taylor could feel her pussy clench in arousal at the thought of pictures of Missy wearing her spreading around the internet. Fuck! Why did that thought make her want to *cum!?*
 
“Thank you,” Taylor spoke after a few seconds' silence. “I hope... that you'll enjoy snuffing me?”
 
“I think I will,” Missy confessed. “I never really thought of girls as... you know... *sexy* before? But the idea of wearing you? Of... ending your life? It's... kinda hot?” Missy blushed.
 
“I'm glad,” Taylor admitted. “At least my life will make someone happy; even if it is by ending it...”
 
“We're here,” Missy announced as they arrived outside Parian's shop.
 
It was time for Taylor to face the music.
 
The bell above the door rang as Missy opened it, gesturing for Taylor to head in first.
 
“Welcome to Parian's! How can I help you today?”
 
The woman behind the counter was a cape. With blonde ringlets peeking out from a costume designed to make the woman look like a porcelain doll, Parian not only ran the shop, she was also its owner.
 
“I'm here to get a corset! And Taylor's the materials!” Missy proudly announced proudly.
 
Parian's gaze shifted to Taylor. “Is this true Miss?” she asked to confirm.
 
“Yeah,” Taylor admitted. “Missy... convinced me.”
 
“Excellent!” Parian replied with a happy note in her voice. “It's always special when a girl brings in her own materials. Do you want me to snuff her now? Or are there any last minute things you wish to take care of? Photographs, goodbyes, things like that?”
 
“Is there a room or a wall or something where we can take photos?” Missy asked.
 
“You can use the changing room in the back. It's big enough for three or four people, so you should have plenty of room,” Parian replied. “The floors are vinyl, so if you want to snuff her yourself you can do that in there too without making a mess that can't be cleaned up.”
 
“Great! Let's go, Taylor!” Missy exclaimed grabbing hold of Taylor's wrist and practically dragging her into the changing room.
 
“Alright,” Missy said, taking charge once the door to the changing room was closed. “Stand against... that wall back there?” Missy requested, pointing to a mostly bare wall. “That should be far enough from the bench for me to get the pictures!”
 
Taylor nodded, heading to the wall and standing against it. “Do you want me to do anything?” the older girl asked.
 
“Nothing yet. Just, try to look sexy?” Missy advised as she began to take pictures of the still fully-dressed girl before her.
 
Taylor didn't think she could manage to pull off sexy at all, much less while still wearing the drab green hoodie and blue jeans she'd worn to school that day, but she certainly made an effort anyway.
 
“Yes! Just like that!” Missy cheered. “Now... can you strip for me? After that we'll do the video of you begging me to snuff you and then...”
 
“I can... return the favor from earlier... if... you want?” Taylor offered. “I don't know how sexy it would be but... I want to?”
 
Missy's eyes widened in eager surprise. “Yes! That would be perfect!” Missy decided. “A video of you begging me to snuff you, then licking my... my pussy, and... then... I can snuff you! The knife would probably look better, but I do still have my belt if you'd rather choke to death?”
 
“Whichever you'd prefer,” Taylor decided, frowning. “You're the one who will get to watch the video,” Taylor added, a distinct note of jealousy present in her voice.
 
“I want to cut your throat. That way I can film your blood running down your breasts as you die,” Missy decided. “It should be sexier,” the young blonde added.
 
Taylor nodded, unzipping her hoodie to reveal her gray long sleeved shirt. It didn't particularly flatter her figure, but that wasn't the purpose. Taylor had wanted to blend into the background at school as a way of avoiding Emma and her gang of minions, not stand out. Carefully, she removed the hoodie and lifted the shirt to reveal a lacy black bra that matched her panties.
 
“I don't think it'll fit you,” Taylor decided, looking at the bra. “But... I don't mind if you want to wear this too. You'll be wearing *me* after all, right?”
 
Missy nodded. Taylor's breasts honestly weren't much bigger than Missy's own mostly flat chest. Give it a year or two and Taylor's bra would probably fit her soon enough, though hopefully she'd grow out of it before too long.
 
Taylor left the bra on and removed her shoes and socks next, Missy taking pictures the entire time. Once they were dealt with, Taylor's jeans came next; the older girl's long, slender fingers easily unzipping them and aiding Taylor n slipping free.
 
“Oh! You're much prettier than I thought you were,” Missy realized. “I almost feel bad about snuffing you now...” Missy admitted.
 
“Don't,” Taylor replied. “Just.... enjoy it? I'm useless and... I want to make someone happy...”
 
Missy didn't know how to feel about that confession. It was sad and it felt private, but... if Taylor wanted her to enjoy snuffing her? Then Missy definitely could do that.
 
Missy snapped another picture of Taylor in her matching lingerie.
 
“In that case...” Missy decided, “I want you out of those panties,” Missy gestured to Taylor's bra and panties. “We'll get some pictures of you just standing there, naked, and then a few of you in sexy poses that show off your cunt. After that I'll tell you what to say and do for the video. Okay?”
 
Taylor nodded, and reached behind her back to unbuckle her bra as Missy continued to take pictures, enjoying the older girl's submission.
 
Taylor's breasts weren't large, but her nipples were. They were full and puffy, and Missy desperately hoped they looked as good on her as they did on Taylor.
 
The bra fell to the ground and Taylor's hands roamed south, searching for her panties.
 
Even though she'd seen it before, and much closer up than Taylor was to her now, Missy couldn't help but stare as Taylor removed her panties, revealing the amazing, mature, pussy that Missy had been licking just a few minutes ago.
 
Her panties falling to the floor, leaving her naked.
 
“Great!” Missy praised her. “Now the sexy poses!”
 
Taylor reached down and spread her pussy for Missy's Camera lens, showing off her flower as her fingers spread her juicy sex wider, and wider. Missy drove her through over a dozen poses, but Taylor lost count around the tenth when Missy had her on her back, holding her ankles above her shounders.
 
It wasn't until after the 23rd, Taylor standing bent over double looking back at Missy between her legs, and a few final close ups of Taylor's slit that Missy decided it was time for Tayolr to star in her final video.
 
It was then that it occurred to Missy that a video of her snuffing another girl just to get a sexy corset would probably be more than enough to break PR's fantasy of Vista as a cute and friendly mascot. Pictures of Vista wearing Taylor would spread like wildfire, even if they weren't accompanied by Missy's newly-taken 'before' pictures.
 
It occurred to her, but Missy discarded the notion after a moment's thought. If the PRT learned about Taylor the PRT might take her new corset away from her. Photos of an under-aged girl in a girlskin corset were one thing. Photos of an under-aged superhero wearing Taylor would be quite another.
 
“For the video I want you to beg me to snuff you, Taylor. Tell me how much the thought of me snuffing you turns you on. Tell me how you fantasize about me wearing you; how much you want to die for me,” Missy explained.
 
“Make it sexy, too!” the young blonde continued. “Dirty talk, showing off your cunt; stuff like that, okay?”
 
Taylor nodded, getting down on her knees before the girl who was going to snuff her. It felt like roleplay, at least... from what Taylor had heard about roleplay, anyway. But this wasn't for fun. This was real. Missy really was going to snuff her, so since Missy was going to fulfill her end of the bargain, Taylor decided to do her best to give Missy what she wanted. Not a girl pretending to beg Missy to snuff her, but Taylor, begging her for real.
 
Missy was already filming, Taylor realized, looking up at the camera. That meant it was time for her to start.
 
“Missy...” Taylor began. “Please, snuff me? Useless cunts like me deserve to be snuffed and turned into corsets for pretty girls like you,” Taylor stared up at the camera as she pled on her knees.
 
“I *need* to be snuffed, Missy! I don't have any friends. My dad doesn't care about me. I'm useless to anyone alive. But... I know I could be a pretty corset for you! Girls like you deserve to wear girls like me,” Taylor confessed, spreading her knees and exposing her sex to the camera..
 
“So *please* snuff me, Missy!” Taylor begged as she reached down with her hand to finger herself for Missy and her camera. “I *need* to be snuffed!”
 
“You're turned on, aren't you?” Missy asked wryly.
 
"I am," Taylor admitted shamelessly and her fingers rubbed against her clit. "I *need* to be Snuffed!" She explained. "You have no *idea* how much the idea of a girl your age snuffing me is turning me on right now, Missy! My life ended for your pleasure... all so that you can *wear* me! Can you imagine it? The thought of you wearing me out in public... People seeing my nipples, my cunt... Admiring just how beautiful wearing me makes *you?* The sight of the boy you like fucking you *through me* his cock sliding in and out from between my pussy lips as you reap all the pleasure..."
 
I want to be *useful* to you, Missy. Useful to anyone, really. And... That will only happen once you snuff me," Taylor admitted. "So please... End my worthless life and turn me into your corset," Taylor begged.
 
It was an absolutely alluring sight; Taylor on her knees, naked, legs spread, back arched, her budding breasts heaving as she finger fucked herself to the edge of orgasm.
 
Missy couldn't contol herself. She needed Taylor's life to end before the older girl could cum.
 
Drawing her knife in one fluid motion she strode to Taylor and drew the razor sharm blade across her neck. Taylor's eyes gazed back at her, filled with Betrayal at the thought that she wouldn't ever get to experience her final climax, but Missy didn't care. Taylor's thoughts and wishes didn't matter. Taylor was dying, after all. This? All of this? It wasn't for Taylor, it was for *her.*
 
Missy could feel herself practically cumming as she watched Taylor's fingers urgently try to eke out a climax even as the older girl's life's blood poured down her chest. It was a vain attempt, but Missy didn't mind. Something about the way that the light in Taylor's eyes faded as she bled out, her fingers slowing until they stilled, trapped inside her folds... It spoke to her.
 
Taylor collapsed as her muscles failed her, lying in a torid heap as he blood began to pool around her on the vinyl tiled floor.
 
Missy reached over and snapped a picture. It would be the perfect thing to show Shadow Stalker just how serious she could get, and the perfect masturbation material as well.
 
Missy couldn't wait to wear her new corset, and a dark part of her mind was already beginning to whisper to her... why stop at just one?
 
Idly, she wondered what it would be like to end Sophia's life like this... Wondered what the black girl would look like as a corset perfectly fitted to Missy's needs.
 
But the thought didn't last long. Soon enough, Parian walked in to catch Missy with her own fingers pleasuring herself as she stared at Taylor's corpse. The shopkeeper smiled. "Not an uncommon reaction, but one you'll have to save for home," Parian chided. "We do need to get your corset made, after all."
 
Missy smiled back. She couldn't wait.
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The last few weeks had been fairly tumultuous for Missy. She'd been both eager and nervous when she'd headed into work for the first time dressed in her new Taylor-leather corset. It was skin tight, sexy, and with a completely open crotch just the way the girl that the materials *used* to belong to had envisioned it.
 
Unfortunately for Missy, things hadn't gone just the way that *she* had envisioned.
 
Dean wasn't interested. Not even a little bit. Apparently the ads for Girlskin corsets he'd been looking up were because it was his girlfriend *Vicky's* fetish; not his.
 
But where impressing Dean had been a failure, she'd ended up with an unbridled success impressing Sophia and Vicky instead. It was definitely worth it just for the jealous looks that Vicky shot her every time she saw Missy dressed up in her corset. Sophia was an odder change. She'd had a grudging respect for Missy seeing her in her corset, but it wasn't until Missy showed her the pictures she'd taken of the girl she'd used as the source that Sophia's grudging respect turned to obsession and jealousy.
 
She'd already taken Shadow Stalker to bed three times, and each time Sophia insisted on servicing her since she was clearly 'the superior predator.' Missy didn't really understand what was going through Sophia's mind, but that didn't stop her from enjoying Sophia's body.
 
Which brought her to today. Her first time wearing Taylor to school. It had taken a while, but Missy had finally realized what she felt watching Taylor bleed out on the floor of Parian's dressing room. It was a fetish. Not for leather, though Missy couldn't deny just how turned on wearing her new Corset made her feel. No... Missy had a fetish for snuff, and she was hoping that wearing her new trophy would clue the girls around her into just what Missy was about.
 
Missy perked up as she caught movement towards her. A blonde ingenue Missy's age was approaching her. Dinah Alcott; Dean's cousin.
 
"Missy? Can I ask you something?" Dinah began, staring directly into Missy's eyes.
 
"Sure," Missy agreed. "What do you need?"
 
"There's a 98.7% chance that if I ask you what you're wearing the bad man will never kidnap me... So... What are you wearing?"
 
Missy looked Dinah up and down. She was wearing a flowery spring sundress. Though certainly cute, it wasn't the most flattering outfit. Idly, Missy wondered what Dinah looked like underneath it, only to almost immediately start wondering what Dinah would look like on *her* instead.
 
In an instant, Missy decided what to do. She wanted Dinah, and... given what the other girl had just told her? Getting her likely wouldn't be very hard at all.
 
"Tell me Dinah, what do you know about Girlskin?" Missy asked with a sultry smile. She couldn't get Dean, but maybe snuffing his cute little cousin would be enough to satisfy her needs? Missy doubted it, but it definitely wouldn't hurt *her* to try.
 
THE END