The Midterm Demonstration
It's time for the midterm demonstration in class A201, Erotic Asphyxia and Snuff
Professor Damien will be calling for volunteers to experience the various snuff delights offered.
This story is now complete, many thanks to the folks who bought YCH slots. It's been sometimes difficult working with some of the characters offered, but also often inspiring and helpful to have different characters and viewpoints for the story.
The Midterm Demonstration
Professor Damien cleared his throat, and the class quieted down. Nobody wanted to be asked to leave this session.
"Welcome to the midterm demo for class A201, Erotic Asphyxia and Snuff." He looked around the room. "Usually less than a quarter of the class shows up for lecture sessions; I'm glad so many of you decided to come today."
There was a ripple of laughter, a few students getting the pun, then the rest catching on.
"The proctors count shows over 150% attendance. That means at least a third of you aren't taking the course this year. Now," he paused, looking around again, "I recognize some of you: seniors and grad students who took the class last year or the year before. But there are quite a few faces that I don't recognize. I want to remind all of you that A201 is an Upper Division course. If you are not an Upper Division student at Dolcett University, you must leave." He paused. "I'm quite serious about this. The State allows us to teach this course only condition that we do not let anybody who is not enrolled in Dolcett U to attend. So unless you want to see this class canceled - permanently - check carefully and speak up if you see somebody who should not be here; one of our proctors will show them to the door."
He paused again, looking around the room. Several students raised hands and some large predators in their late-20s went to talk to them. An okapi, two steenboks, and a vixen were taken by the elbow and escorted to the door, and one hyena was allowed to return to her seat after showing her student ID. The TAs then closed the doors.
"Thank you. Now, let us review what we have learned in the past 6 weeks."
The weasel looked around the room, noting which students seemed relaxed, which nervous, and which were on the edge of their seats.
"First, some people become sexually excited by watching other people die, especially if the death has sexual aspects to it: a formal execution, nudity, actual sex, torture, or other turn-ons. We call this death fetish "snuff".
"Second, for every sexual fetish there is a matching fetish on the other side. Some men get special pleasure from receiving oral sex, and some women enjoy giving that pleasure. Some enjoy inflicting pain, and others enjoy receiving pain.
"Third: it follows that there are some people who are turned on by the thought of being snuffed. In some people, this is so strong that they are willing to be snuffed if the circumstances are right. Or perhaps it's the other way around. Perhaps the snuff tops exist in order to satisfy the snuffees' death wish.
"Fourth, we know that the student body here at Dolcett U has a very high proportion of both snuffers and snuffees, along with a few "switches" who enjoy both sides of the fetish: either snuffing somebody or being snuffed."
The professor paused and sipped a little water.
"The purpose of this demo is to let you experience the real thing: to watch -- or, for some of you, to experience -- actual erotic snuffings. Those who are still here at the end of the day can examine your feelings and decide whether you actually want to take your degree here at Dolcett U, or transfer to a more 'mainstream' university."
The students looked around again, some wondering which of their classmates would take their credits elsewhere, others not sure whether they would be the ones to transfer. And of course which would be leaving the room in body bags.
The First Snuff: Hanging
The Professor waited about thirty seconds, then continued. "Okay, that's the preliminaries, let's start the main events. Our first demonstration this afternoon will be a hanging. May I have a volunteer from the audience? Someone who would like to dance the gallows dance for us?"
Prof. Damien paused again and looked around the room. "Do we have any students who would like to feel a noose strangling them to death?"
Kolby admitted to himself that it was tempting. The ferram had always wondered what it would feel like to be hanged. And to do it with several hundred other students watching... He could feel his cock starting to swell as he pictured it in his mind... himself dangling in a noose, kicking, several hundred other students -- including almost all his friends -- watching.
But Kolby was only 21. He could easily live another 60 years. You can eat a lot of good food, have a lot of sex, watch a lot of movies, do a lot of websurfing... in 60 years. Would it really be worthwhile, all for one -- admittedly amazing -- experience?
The ferram looked around, wondering who else was aroused by the idea. Surely somebody else would volunteer... then he could enjoy watching them get snuffed, and live to the end of the year, at least. Maybe even graduate and get a good job and enjoy several more decades of life.
Of course, less than half the students at Dolcett U would live to graduation...
Kolby looked around once more. Surely somebody would volunteer. His pants were uncomfortably tight now. He looked back to the front of the room, where the Professor was scanning, looking for a raised hand.
"If nobody volunteers, I'll have to..." The professor broke off as the ferram slowly raised his hand.
"Kolby, yes?" The ferram nodded. "You understand that if you consent, you will be hanged by the neck until you are dead? You must answer out loud, yes or no, consent or not."
"Ye..." the ferram's voice squeaked. He coughed and tried again. "Yes, sir, I understand and I consent."
What have I done? Kolby thought.
"Very well. Bring him up here."
A red and black liger came and helped Kolby out of his chair. Kolby did a double take as he noticed that the liger was wearing a shirt, vest, and blazer with a Dolcett University Grad Student patch on the left, but only a thong below his waist. Kolby couldn't take his eyes off the bulge in front of the thong.
"May I," he asked, putting out a tentative paw.
"Sure, have fun," the liger replied.
Kolby took the bulge in his forepaw and fondled it. After a few seconds the bulge grew larger, and soon he was holding the recognizable outline of a tiger-cock in his paw.
"That's nice," the liger said, "but you have an appointment." He inclined his head toward the front of the room and the waiting noose.
Kolby's heart started to race as he looked at the noose where he would soon be hanging. But another part of him reacted, too: a swelling between his legs.
The liger went on. "Most students prefer to be hanged naked, to make the experience more complete, but the choice is up to you. Also, you are entitled to have sex one last time if you wish. Pretty much anything you like, there's at least one TA who will oblige."
"Oh, naked, please. And if somebody would suck me a little before... "
"I'll be glad to take care of that. You can leave your clothes on your chair."
The ferram pulled off his T-shirt, then unzipped and pulled down his jeans. There were a few titters of laughter when the other students saw his bright red briefs, but most were either too polite or too blasé to laugh. He pulled the briefs down, and the students near him gasped when they saw his Prince Albert.
"Come with us," said the liger.
Kolby followed the TAs to the front of the room. The dog pulled Kolby's hands behind his back and tied them tightly. The ferram tested the bonds; they were too strong for him to break, too tight to worm out of. The liger helped Kolby up onto a bench, climbed up beside him, slipped the noose over his head, and pulled it snug. Kolby shook his head gently, feeling the way the noose clung to his neck.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
"I never suck anybody I haven't been introduced to," the liger said, " My name is Kimor."
"Kolby, and Thank you."
The ferram's cock was already half hard, just thinking about his hanging. Kimor reached over and tugged gently at the ring a few times, then rolled it between his palms until Kolby was fully erect. Then he leaned forward and took it in his mouth, sucking it enthusiastically and not forgetting to use his tongue on the piercing.
The liger pulled back when he tasted pre-cum and looked. A drop of clear liquid formed on Kolby's ring and dripped to the floor. Then another, and another.
"You're ready," Kimor said.
Kolby looked out at the audience. Over a hundred furs were waiting to watch him hang. Most were in their 20s. There were a few in their 30s, and a couple of full Professors in their 40s and 50s. All with their eyes fixed on him. Many of them looked as if their tongues should be hanging out with desire.
Yeah, this is why... "Yeah, I am," Kolby admitted.
"On three," the Professor announced. "One."
"Two," the entire class chorused with him.
Kolby took in a last, long deep breath.
"Three!"
The liger kicked the bench over, and Kolby fell a foot, then stopped suddenly. The noose was squeezing his neck unmercifully. Kolby wasn't seriously short of air yet, but.... Dammit! I shouldn't have volunteered. All the rest of my life for one orgasm? What was I thinking? He started kicking, trying to reduce the terrible compression around his neck.
After about 20 seconds, the ferram was running out of air. His kicking took on a more desperate quality, wilder, more panicked. This is making me so horny... His hands struggled to escape the ropes, but they were securely tied.
Kolby's cock bobbed up and down as he struggled, the motion made the ring sway.
The lack of air was really getting to him now, his body demanded air, moving his legs up and down in a desperate attempt to get air. But inside... Maybe this isn't so bad after all. It feels wonderful, what my ring is doing. The ferram's eyes focused on the audience again. At least half of them were rubbing themselves through their clothes, and nearly all were staring raptly at him. WOW! I must be really hawt! Just look at them all! One kinkajou had hiked up her skirts and was rubbing her clit with one hand while choking herself with the other. Several males had unzipped and were stroking themselves. And one pika femme had hiked up her skirt and had three fingers deep inside her pussy, while giving a handjob to the fennec sitting next to her.
And the other TA, the dog, was on his knees less than a foot away, sucking Kimor. They had positioned themselves so both could watch Kolby's final dance.
The ferram became aware of the pressure building in his balls and the base of his cock. It was so urgent... felt so good... Maybe... maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after... The thought was cut off as an enormous orgasm hit Kolby. All coherent thought blanked out as he came. The first spurt landed on Kimor's cheek. The lemur turned his head, leaned over, and took the ferram's erection in his mouth, sucking on it and flicking the hot spot with his tongue.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" was all that passed through Kolby's mind. His heart, already running at over twice its normal rate, tried to speed up further to cope as the pleasure spread from the ferram's groin to his brain, then to his skin and muscles. The CO2 buildup and lack of oxygen added to the stress, and the ferram's heart just gave up.
Kimor swallowed the last spurts of Kolby's semen, then looked up to see a relaxed smile on the ferram's face. Kolby's knees pulled up to his chest once, then slowly lowered again. The ferram's body hung limp, swaying a couple of inches from side to side but otherwise unmoving.
"Oh, wow! He died while I was sucking him," Kimor thought. He became aware of the pleasure from his own cock, and came down the Canaan Dog's throat.
Ridley swallowed it all and patted Kimor on the rump. "Pretty good, huh?"
"No kidding!"
The Second Snuff: Drowning
Two more TAs wheel a glass-sided tank to the front of the platform, and hook a large hose up to the fitting at the bottom. The professor rapped his lectern for attention. "Our next demonstration will be a drowning. Do we have any volunteers to try out our drowning tank? Anybody who wants to find out what it's like to hold your breath, putting off the inevitable as long as possible, then to feel water instead of air filling her (or his) lungs?"
Professor Damien waited, looking around the room.
Nikki sat there, feeling torn. Wow! Look at that tank! Solid top with good strong latches. That would be such a sexy way to go. I could swim around in that, but once it fills up I wouldn't be able to get air. There's a lot of room in there... maybe I could get one of the male TAs to go in there and screw my brains out while I drown. He'd be wearing scuba gear, of course, so it wouldn't be quite perfect. But it would be damn good! The Lizardgirl looked around and spotted... an eel wearing a water globe and aerator, with a Grad Student patch on his blazer. And he looked totally dreamy Nikki's thoughts drifted... It would be so... sexy... so hot!... There's my fantasy, right there. But to really do it? Go all the way...? I'm not sure I'm ready for that. Not yet, anyway. Maybe at graduation.... If I keep my grades up, I'll be in the honor delegation, and you can bet I'll choose the water! Nikki found her right hand starting to lift, seemingly all by itself. She put her left hand over it to hold it down.
Professor Damien waited a full minute. He looked over the assembled students. "No water lovers in this class? Strange. How about you, Yumi. Want to give the tank a try?"
The roe deer stood up, but shook her head. "I was thinking about the sword."
"Well, far be it from me to deny a student her desired end. I'll wait a little longer, then..."
Yumi sat down again. The professor waited another thirty seconds, scanning the students. His eyes passed over Nikki, looked around the room, then focused on the lizardgirl again "Nikki. Remove your clothes and come up here."
Nikki stared at him a moment. Caught! He knows what I want. She thought about protesting for a moment, but... it would mean an automatic failure. This is a required course. It's either the water or... transfer to an ordinary college.
The lizardgirl stood up and unbuttoned her shirt. A loris with a TA patch came over and nodded approvingly when she folded it up and laid it on her chair. Nikki recognized him from the study sessions, Cordell something-or-other... oh, yeah, Cordell Keys. She pulled her spike heels off, peeled her nylons down and laid them on top of her shirt.
A coyote four seats away sniffed quietly. "I'd guess you wanted this."
Nikki didn't trust her voice, so she just nodded. She pulled down her panties and tossed them to the coyote.
"You're entitled to have sex one last time, just like Kolby."
Nikki pointed to the eel. "I'd like him to fuck me underwater, please."
Cordell raised his voice. "Esmond, the lady would like your assistance."
The eel wormed his way through the rows of seats. "What can I do for you, young lady?"
"Would you join me in the tank and fuck me while I drown?"
"Be happy to. Front or back?"
"Front, please. I've done backdoor, but never got much out of it."
"A chance to get out of this apparatus and breathe nice, fresh water. And get laid. Let's go."
The tank was already hooked up to a hose and about a third full. The eel climbed nimbly up the ladder, then jumped into the tank. Cordell helped Nikki climb up.
"C'mon in, the water's fine," the eel called up to Nikki. She took hold of the edge and reached down with her feet. Esmond reached up to grab her waist and take part of her weight, helping her down.
Nikki was no longer afraid of the water. The prospect of drowning while getting fucked by this handsome, ultra-slim male had her clit itching and her cunny aching to be filled. It'll be my last fuck, but it will be the best fuck imaginable. The water was just warm enough to be comfortable.
Esmond sat down. "Come, sit in my lap and we'll talk about whatever pops up."
Nikki looked down, noticing that the water was already up his nipples. She also noticed something else... "Looks like it already did," she said, smiling. It will be up to my shoulders, just about. She shrugged, Might as well be drowned for a sheep as for a lamb, and sat down.
"Now..." he said, and grabbed Nikki by the hips. He lifted her a few inches He looked strong, but... Oh, yeah, most of me is in the water and has negative weight. Then he slowly lowered her onto his already hard cock. Nikki wrapped her legs around the eel and let him move her slowly up and down. The pleasure of him inside her was indescribable.
The way he makes me feel, I can hardly wait for the water to reach my nose. It wasn't long. She was just getting to the point where she needed to cum when the water reached her upper lip.
Esmond let her go for a moment and took off his water-globe. He bent his neck until his gills could breathe water, then grabbed Nikki again. He seemed to sense her need; he was bouncing her faster, longer strokes. A few seconds more and the water reached Nikki's nose. She almost panicked as she realized she couldn't breathe, then an upstroke brought her nose above water and she pulled in air -- only to be pulled down again when her lungs were only half full. Nikki had completely lost control of herself. She started using her own muscles to move her up and down, faster, long strokes that allowed her to gasp in a little air at the top of each stroke, then Esmond pulled her down again.
If I weren't about to die, I could love this eel. I could spend the rest of my life with him. What a passionate lover!
And then the water was too high for even a full upstroke to get her nostrils above the surface. Nikki tried to stand, to delay the moment when the water would cover her head, but Esmond held her, keeping the tip of his penis inside her. Nikki struggled, then gave in as the pleasure overcame her. She took Esmond's head between her hands and pulled him toward her, kissing him long and deep.
Esmond kissed her back, then placed delicate kisses on her eyelids, then kissed her again, longer and deeper. Then he pulled her back onto him, hilting himself in her.
She threw her head back and howled as her orgasm began. It came out as bubbles, of course, but Nikki didn't care. She just needed more of Esmond's fucking. She slammed herself down, then up again until he was barely inside, then just writhed with a mixture of pleasure and need, letting the eel control her movements again.
He paused, kissed her again, then pulled her down again. From then it was one continuous, nearly unbearable orgasm. She forgot about holding her breath to prolong her remaining minutes of life. She breathed in water, and her lungs filled with water instead of life-giving air. The knifing pain in her chest was just part of the pleasure. Only the pleasure , the pleasure of an eel-cock inside her, the pleasure in her cunt and clit spreading through her pelvis, up to her chest, and gradually her whole skin was tingling with pleasure. She breathed water out, then in again. And again, and again. It all part of the pleasure of fucking this eel. It was too much, she wanted it to stop, and she wanted it to never stop.
But it did. Nikki never even noticed the moment when her need to breathe overcame her instinctive desire to prolong her life. She didn't notice the pain as her lungs filled with water instead of life-giving air. The pleasure grew and grew; she didn't hear the ringing in her ears, didn't see the outside world starting to gray out. She felt Esmond's hot cum jetting inside her, and her pleasure increased -- she hadn't thought it possible. She never noticed the moment when the pleasure stopped because everything had faded to black. Just pleasure, more pleasure, and... nothing.
And some minutes later, there was no more Nikki. Her body floated in the water. Esmond checked her neck pulse, then let her body go to float, face down, arms and legs dangling limply. He signaled Cordell, who shut off the flow of water. The tank was nearly full anyway.
Yumi sat, transfixed by the scene she had just witnessed. Her clothing was in disarray, one breast and her pussy visible to the students on either side of her. Her hands rested quiet in her lap, but they had been very active for a while, watching Nikki drown. The doe wondered if she would cum that hard when it was time for a male with a sword to cut her head off.
Esmond stayed in the tank a while, just relaxing in the warm water and breathing quietly. The lizardgirl had been a very good lay!
Professor Damien gestured, and another TA, a guinea pig, helped Cordell lift Nikki out of the tank. They put her on a gurney next to Kolby's body, then wheeled it out of the room.
The Third Snuff: The Strangling Cord
The Professor turned to the students. "Next we will do a ligature strangulation. Do we have a volunteer? I see several students who seemed to get very excited when we were practicing this. Who would like to be strangled to death with a scarf? Or perhaps you'd prefer an Eta Nu Gamma necktie? Or a plain silk cord.
"Anybody?"
A hand shot up.
"Tiara, right?"
"Yes, Professor," the bunny replied, "And yes, I'm consenting to be strangled to death as part of this demo."
"Very good."
A naga came over and offered a hand to Tiara, helping her out of her seat. She noticed the empty two-liter bottle of soda under the seat, and whistled softly to herself. "Naked or clothed," she asked.
"Naked, fer sure," the bunny replied. She unbuttoned her bodice and pulled her dress over her head.
"Unhook me?" Tiara asked, turning her back, and the TA undid her bra. She slid it down her arms and offered it to the naga, who grinned and tucked it into her backpack.
The bunny slid her panties off and tossed them over her shoulder. A skunk two rows back and one seat over jumped into the air and caught them. He sniffed them gently and his eyes widened.
Sissy led bunny up to the front, where a sturdy-looking chair awaited her. Then she whispered something to the Professor, who picked up a walkie talkie. Two lab assistants opened a storage closet at the rear of the room and carried up double armfuls of fluffy towels, which they spread over the chair and on the floor underneath it.
"Can you control yourself while being strangled?" The Professor asked Tiara.
"I'm... not sure."
"Better strap you in, then." The Professor and the naga strapped Tiara's feet to the foot of the chair, then strapped her hands to the chair arms.
"Did you want to have sex one last time, either before or during your snuff?" Sissy asked her.
"I'd like a femme to lick me while I'm being strangled, please."
The Professor picked up his walkie-talkie again. A squirrel-femme wearing an Eta Nu patch on her chest came up and eyed Tiara, admiring her brown-beigeish fur She took a close look at the green pendant, but carefully avoided touching it. She bent over, smelled the bunny's slit and looked closely at it, noting the heart-shaped area of white fur around it. Then she smiled. "Okay, I'm your girl. My name's Jayden, by the way." She knelt down and started slowly licking the doe's inner lips.
The Professor stepped on a pedal and the chair rose into the air along with a ten-foot circle of floor around it. At the same time, two giant TV screens lit up above the stage. One showed a close-up of the bunny's head, neck, and chest. The other showed her crotch and the squirrel's tongue already at work.
"Ohhhh!" Tiara reacted to the pleasure between her legs. "Nice... nice of you to do this last favor for me."
The squirrel said something that might have been "My pleasure," but it was muffled with her mouth buried in the bunny's slit.
Sissy slipped a thin rope with a wooden handle at each end around the bunny's neck. Sissy took the handles in her hands. "Ready?" she asked. Tiara nodded three times rapidly.
The Professor addressed the class again. "When executing a criminal, the cord would usually be pulled very tight all at once. But we want Tiara to have an experience that she will remember all the rest of her life, so Sissy will pull the rope slowly. First she just barely takes the slack out of the rope. A foretaste of what is to come."
Tiara waggled her head, getting the feel of the rope, and smiled.
"Then she will pull a little tighter, and again pause to let the victim adjust to the new level. And a little tighter, and another pause, repeated until the victim's breath is completely stopped."
The cord around Tiara's neck became uncomfortably tight, but the squirrel's tongue was flicking her clit and distracting her. A few seconds later, it tightened again, so that Tiara felt like she was being choked -- even though she actually was still breathing freely. "Oh, yeah, more," she said, and was amazed that her voice still sounded normal.
The rope tightened again until Tiara had to consciously force her muscles to get enough air. And a few seconds later, even further. "Feels so good," she tried to say, but what came out was a raspy strangled sound, the words barely audible to Sissy. Even the Professor, standing two feet away, couldn't make them out.
It struck Tiara that she would soon be dead. It was scary, but exciting. Jayden was now alternating between licking the bunny's clit and pushing her long tongue into Tiara's cunny, raising her to new heights of excitement.
And after a few moments, the rope was pulled all the way tight. Tiara was able to push the stale air in her lungs out, but could not bring any more in. She was completely strangled. She began to struggle, writhing in the chair, trying to escape the cord.She welcomed what it was doing to her, but her body wanted to live and was fighting to escape regardless of Tiara's wishes.
In less than a minute, Tiara was in serious trouble. She needed air desperately, but could not get any. Her body tried to pull her arms and legs free of the chair, to pull that rope from around her neck, but the bindings held. Tiara looked out and saw the audience watching her avidly. The majority just sat upright in their chairs, but quite a few were rubbing themselves through their clothes, and some were doing more. The skunk had unzipped his jeans and was stroking himself, holding Tiara's panties to his nose with his other hand, breathing in her female fragrance.
And then Jayden's tongue sped up, concentrating on Tiara's clit while the squirrel's index and middle fingers stroked the inside of her cunt. Tiara's wriggling changed, she was trying to get that finger on just the right spot.
A snow leopard leaned over and whispered to the skunk, "Would you like help with that." He glanced at her and said, "Sure, if you're offering." She reached over and touched his hand; he let go and she wrapped her own around his cock and started moving up and down, at first matching the speed he'd been using, then gradually speeding up as the bunny's struggles seemed to weaken.
And then came the climax. Tiara's body stiffened as the sensations pushed her into orgasm, an orgasm that went on and on, seemingly forever, pleasure more than she could bear, but she could not escape the mouth and the fingers that were stroking and licking her.
And then there was a loud ringing in her ears, and she found it difficult to focus on the audience that was watching her die. The last thing she saw clearly was the skunk, head thrown back, howling as spurts of semen erupted from his cock, flying up into the air to land in the hair of three students in the row in front of him: an ocelot, a weasel, and a coyote. The weasel reached up, looked at the white stuff on her finger, and licked it off with a smile.
And Tiara's world faded away into a dull greyness and a loud ringing sound.
A few minutes later, the Professor checked the bunny's pulse. "She's done," he said, and Sissy released the rope and unstrapped the bunny. Another TA came in with a gurney, they transferred Tiara's body to it, and wheeled it out of the room.
Lunch Break
The side doors opened, several furs in the University's food service uniform came in, and started handing stacks of paper to the students next to the five aisles in each row. The Professor turned to address the class again. "We've had an exciting morning, I think. Now it's time for a break. Food Service is handing out your meal selection sheets. With this many students involved, our selection is somewhat limited. Anyway, we didn't come her for the food, did we?"
About half the students laughed.
"Students in the aisle seats, please pass those sheets down to the others in your row. You will have 5 minutes to make your selections and pass them back to the ends of your rows. Please don't forget to write your row and seat numbers on the sheet, otherwise you're likely to get whatever is left over."
The skunk, Loren, and the snow leopard, Aleesha, looked at their menus. The selection was limited, all right. Hamburger, Hot dog, Pepperoni pizza, Sliced Turkey sandwich, Tuna Salad sandwich, or fruit plate. Potato salad, cole slaw, or French fries. Green salad or shrimp salad for starter. Coffee, tea, water, milk, Coca Cola, or Sprite.
Food started arriving less than 10 minutes after the choices were turned in. At least the hot things were hot, the cold things were cold, and it was reasonably fresh. And, as the Prof. pointed out, they weren't here for the food.
The screen in front flashed several times, then displayed: desserts and more drinks on the tables in back of the room. Loren and Aleesha went back, poured themselves fresh cups of coffee, and chose a piece of cheesecake and a chocolate sundae, respectively.
Some of the students went off to small private rooms at the side to work off the effects of watching the morning's snuffs; the majority had either not found anybody they wanted to relieve tensions with, or didn't bother "getting a room" but used the seats, the floor, or leaned up against a wall.
The Fourth Snuff: Suffocation by Hands
After an hour, Professor Damien rapped for attention again. "We will now get onto the afternoon demos. Our first will be a suffocation. Who here would like to demonstrate the realities of having a hand covering your mouth and pinching your nose shut?
The Professor waited. A hand slowly came partway up, then was lowered again. There was no motion for almost thirty seconds, then the hand came up again, as high as the hamster could reach, and waved around a few times.
"Attwater. You consent to be suffocated?"
"Yes, Professor," the hamster said, "I consent to be snuffed."
The Professor nodded and a coati came over. The hamster was already standing when she got there.
"Hi. I'm Cally."
"You're going to do me?"
"Yes. Do you want to be naked or clothed?"
"I know the majority find it more arousing to see a naked snuff, but my own fantasy is to go in my best clothes."
"Hmm.... I was going to ask about sex, but..."
"I'd like somebody to rub me through my clothes while I'm being snuffed. Is that okay?"
"Sure. I'll get somebody really pretty for you."
"Thank you." The hamster bowed deeply, then stood straight. Cally took his hand and led him up to the stage, where a padded frame had been rolled out.
Attwater lay down on the frame. The Professor strapped the hamster's hands to the sides of the frame, while Cally strapped his feet to the bottom. Two more straps went across the hamster's chest and just above his knees. The Professor turned a crank and the frame slowly tilted up until the audience could see the entire front Attwater's body. The coati stood behind the hamster's head.
A springhaas came up to stand on the other side of the frame. "Hello, Attwater, remember me?"
"Oooh, yeah! You're Perlie Hayden, that hot TA in the breath control lab. You were always on the East side of the room, I'd be working on the West side with Chandler my assigned partnr for the day, and wishing you'd come over and help me out."
"Well, you're getting your wish. I'm going to help you on your way out."
"Thank you. Oh, thank you," he replied.
She reached over and fondled the bulge that was already forming in Attwater's slacks. She kept going while the bulge got larger and larger, then started rubbing lengthwise along it. The hamster was moaning with pleasure, then, "More...?" he asked. The coati put pinched his nose shut.
"Please...?" the hamster pled again. It might have been a plea for life -- or a plea to rub harder.
"Ready?" the coati asked.
Attwater managed a small nod of his head. Cally's other hand came around from behind, pressing down to seal Attwater's mouth closed and hold his head firmly against the pad, while the coati continued rubbing his bulging cock.
The hamster lay there on the frame, his hips moving slightly against the hand that was rubbing him, for nearly a minute. Then he started looking desperate. He tried to move his head away from the hands that were keeping air from his lungs. But Cally had a firm hold, and he couldn't break the seal on his mouth and nose.
Soon Attwater's whole body was writhing, trying to break free of the straps that held him in place. He squirmed, his muscles strained, he made a quiet "mmmph"ing noise that Cally could barely hear, but nothing helped. He could not get the stale air out of his lungs, could not bring in fresh, lifegiving air. He would never breathe again, and his eyes showed that he knew it.
And then the writhing and the straining slowed down. Cally looked into Attwater's eyes and saw resignation there, the quiet acceptance that he and his oldest and best friend -- the air -- were separated forever.
His movements changed. Instead of trying to break free of his restraints, Attwater arched his back as much as the restraints would allow, pressing his engorged and needy organ against the rubbing hand. He moved in counter-sync, up when the hand moved down, down when the hand moved up. The springhaas responded, rubbing faster and a little harder, then faster still.
With the frame tilted upward, the audience had a perfect view. They saw when the hip movements grew still, his hips rising and pressing as hard as he could against Perlie's fast-moving hand. And they saw the look in his eyes, the look that said as clearly as words, "Yes, Yes, Yes! YES!!" They saw when the hand sped up to a blur.
And when Perlie slowly took her hand away, they saw the wet spot slowly spreading on Attwater's slacks as his balls pumped their last cum out the tip of his malehood. And the "Ohhhhhh.... Yeaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" in his eyes, that gradually faded out and was replaced with a blank, unfocused stare.
Time passed. The Professor touched Attwater's neck, and shook his head. Another minute, and he checked again, nodded. "Gone."
Cally and Perlie undid the straps and helped the Professor move Attwater's body onto a gurney.
The Fifth Snuff: Manual Strangulation
The Professor turned to face the class again. "Suffocation will make up 15% of your final grade, so I hope you all learned something from that. Our second demo this afternoon -- our fifth of the day -- is manual strangulation, hands squeezing the neck shut. Volunteers?"
Nothing happened for about three seconds. A lizard in the front row looked up, then raised his hand, his upper arm level with his shoulder and his elbow making a perfect right angle.
"Ah, Furx. I was wondering why you didn't volunteer earlier."
"Hell, Prof, I'd already decided be in today's demos before I came to class this morning. As an Eta, I was real tempted to go for the noose, but I wanted to watch a few snuffs first. Now I'm hotter than a thermite bomb and ready to be strangled." The red-scaled lizard put one hand around his own neck and squeezed. His tongue protruded and he made a choking noise.
"Great," the Professor answered. "So, what do you want in the way of sex?"
"A mouth or a cunny." Furx untied his shoes, stepped out of them, and kicked them under his chair. He shrugged out of his Eta Nu Gamma blazer and folded it carefully. The meerkat in the next seat -- the ??? logo prominent on her bolero jacket -- placed it on the now-empty seat next to her. She accepted his matching slacks and his black turtleneck with a line drawing of a simple gallows on the back. Furx dropped his boxers (decorated with nooses scattered like polka dots) and T-shirt on top of the pile.
While Furx was undressing, the Professor motioned and a marten came over. She had deep blue eyes http://bit.ly/1KsT0kf and long brown hair http://bit.ly/1ZEqXW2. She looked the lizard over and smiled. "Is he mine?"
"All yours, Mistress" Furx answered, "For the rest of my life."
"Such a beautiful lizard," the marten said, taking his head between her hands and kissing him firmly. She ran her hands down his sides and across his belly. "Such pretty red scales, and the texture... like an alligator purse, but warmer." She kissed him again. "My name is Elise."
"Elise," the lizard replied, "I am yours to snuff, Mistress Elise."
"My perfect sub." The marten kissed Furx again, pressing her whole body against his. She broke the kiss when oxygen began to be an issue. "You may undress me, but you must kiss each part as you reveal it."
Furx walked behind Elise, unzipped her dress, and planted a light kiss between her shoulder blades. He slid the clingy fabric slowly down her body, kissing her just below her bra strap, in the middle of her back, and in the small of her back. He moved in front of her and kissed her cleavage, then the hollow above her sternum, and a brush of his lips on her bellybutton.
The marten's bra fastened in front. Furx stood up again and undid the clasp, then pulled the bra off and kissed the top of each breast. He wanted to kiss her nipples, but a look warned him that he hadn't yet earned that privilege. Instead, he kissed her chest just below her cleavage, and gave a quick lick to each underside.
Furx pulled the dress down the marten's hips, then let it fall to the floor and put his nose level with her frilly blue panties. He was ready to take a long breath of her scent, but a slight throat-clearing noise from above stopped him. and he kissed her inner thigh instead, then lower down and kissed her just above the knees.
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As Furx moved around his executioness, the audience got a good view of his naked body from a variety of angles. A slightly chubby ferret seated just behind the mid-room aisle stared avidly at the naked lizard. This was just so hot! Her hand drifted down to the hemline of her floral-patterned skirt.
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Elise lifted her left foot, allowing Furx to remove her shoe and pull off her nearly invisible nylon. Then her right foot.
The lizard knee-walked around her and kissed the backs of Elise's knees, then her calves just above her ankles, then the backs of her ankles. He crawled over to her front again, kissed her kneecaps and her ankles. He looked up and met her eyes; she nodded, and he reached up to pull her panties down. She stepped out of them. He went around behind her again and kissed the globes of her ass, then crawled around to her front and got back on his knees in front of her. Another quick nod and he put his nose between her legs and inhaled deeply, then sighed. His lizard-cock, already more than half-erect, slowly grew until it nearly touched his belly. He paused a moment, then dared to give a quick lick to her clit. She sighed, so he gave it a few more licks. She reached down, took the lizard's hand, and helped Furx to his feet. She led him up to the stage, where two workers had set up a double-bed mattress. "Do I need to restrain you, Furx?"
"No, Mistress. I will cooperate fully. But if Mistress desires to have me restrained, then I will be restrained."
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Simmer's hand lifted her hem slightly and crept under her skirt. She was just ready to start rubbing her clit through her panties when the golden retriever sitting next to her leaned over. "Would you like some help with that?" he asked.
Simmer looked. He was good-enough looking and seemed friendly. But there was something...different about him. She wasn't sure what. But what the heck... "I sure would. I'm not sure I can stand it any more. I've been dripping since the first demo -- that was my cousin Kolby doing the noose dance, and I was imagining it was me up there, hanging naked for everybody to see. I was just starting to recover from that when that bunny volunteered to be strangled with a rope."
"Sounds like you've had a tough morning."
"Yeah. And I was just getting ready to volunteer for this demo, but the lizard beat me to it. We're going to watch that marten strangle him to death with her bare hands. It'll be so hot. So now my pussy is really letting me know that it feels unloved."
"My name is Chance, and I think I know what you need. Come with me?"
"Sure. I'm Simmer."
"Glad to meet you, Simmer."
The retriever stood up, put two fingers in his mouth, and whistled. A TA came over, and he spoke quietly with her; she pulled out her smart phone and pushed a few buttons, then led them to a wide spot in the aisle. An "island" of sorts had risen out of the floor. It had a double-width gym mat and a couple of wide-screen TVs. Simmer looked and noticed there were also at least two cameras mounted on gimbels. It seemed likely that their antics would be visible to more than just those in the adjacent seats.
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The lizard and marten had gotten onto the stage at the front of the room. She pointed, and he lay down on the bed, face up. She knelt next to him and slapped his erection a couple of times until it stood straight up in the air. She straddled him and slowly lowered herself onto him. She put her hands around his neck, and moved her hips, sliding herself up and down his pole a few times to their mutual pleasure.
Chance started pulling his clothes off, just tossing them to one side of the island. Simmer did the same. She paused a moment with her soaking wet panties in one hand, considering whether to wash them or give them to the retriever as a souvenir. "I'll decide later," she thought. Chance lay down on one of the gym mats and gestured for Simmer to lie down next to him.
"We won't be able to watch the action very well from down there."
"Trust me?"
Simmer considered for a second, then nodded. She lay down where he had pointed and spread her legs. The demos she'd watched were all the foreplay she needed, and she wanted to get laid right now!.
The retriever knelt between her thighs, lifted Simmer's butt slightly, and slid into her. He leaned forward, gathered her in his arms, and pulled her up until her chest touched his. She turned her head and could see the stage. Turning her head the other way gave her a closer display of the stage on one of the TVs. The other showed a split screen: a close-up of the coupling on the left, and a close up of Furx's neck and Elise's hands on the right.
Chance started moving inside her, and Simmer gave herself up to sensation, although her yes remained locked on the image of the marten's hands around the lizard's neck.
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"Any last requests?" Elise asked.
"Just... do it slow. This is my last time and I want to have time to really enjoy it."
"You got slow," the marten replied. She tightened her fingers, squeezing Furx's neck until his breath rasped in his throat. Then she started sliding up and down again, slowly, several seconds for each cycle. The lizard panted and moaned with pleasure.
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Looking toward the front of the room, Simmer noticed an image of herself and Chance on a previously blank giant screen at the front of the room. And another on each side wall. She shrugged. Doesn't bother me any. "Fuck me!" Simmer demanded, "Fuck me like you mean it." Chance hilted himself in her, pulled out until only his pointy tip was inside, then pushed all the way in again. And again, and again. Simmer moaned, panting in synch with the lizard.
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"More...?" the lizard pleaded after a few minutes. Elise obliged, squeezing until Furx could barely breathe. She moved her hips faster, and the lizard's gurgling moans were occasionally interrupted by gasps as he tried to catch up with his body's increased need for oxygen.
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Simmer screamed as her first orgasm took her. Chance rode her through it, then slowed down, stretching it out.
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Furx gasped out something that might have been "Do it!" At least, that was how Elise understood it. Her thumbs dug into the lizard's throat, closing off his windpipe. She moved faster now, her hips rising and falling nearly twice a second.
The lizard lay there, his mouth open in a permanent gasp, his brain filled with the pleasure signals from his erection, for nearly thirty seconds. Then his hands came up to grasp the marten's hips and pull them up and down, faster and faster until her hips were a blur. Her mouth came open and her head tilted back as her movements rubbed her G-spot over the tip of his penis.
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Simmer turned her head to look up at the retriever. "I came once, but I need more. Please..."
Chance sped up, fucking deep into her cunt with every stroke.
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Something less than a minute went by. The stale air was burning in Furx's lungs. He needed air, needed it so bad, but he knew he would never taste sweet fresh air again. He let go the marten's hips and clenched his hands into fists, then spread them open again. He reached out and gripped the edges of the mattress and arched his back, trying to get more of himself into the marten's cunny. The pleasure of Elise's cunt around his member spread to his balls, his nipples, all over his skin. His heart sped up with approaching orgasm.
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"I need another...," Simmer begged, "I... I'm so close, but I can't quite..."
"I think I know what you need," Chance said. He reached out to the pile of his clothes, pulled out his Eta Nu Gamma scarf, and wrapped it around her neck, pulling it just taut under her chin.
Simmer wasn't really sure about this, but... "Trust me?" she remembered. Yes, I trust you.. She nodded. "Yes."
The retriever pulled the scarf tight, until Simmer's breath was cut off. Then he resumed fucking her, hard and fast, his dick pistoning within her.
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Furx was desperate for air. His hands clenched into fists and pounded on the mattress. Then the world exploded as his orgasm hit. He pumped spurt after spurt of lizard-cum into the marten's cunt.
"Yes! Yes! Cum in me." she shouted, switching to short fast strokes that kept his cockhead rubbing right over her spot.
Furx's head swam. The orgasm had used up the last of his oxygen reserve; there wasn't enough left to keep him conscious. Slowly but inevitably, his mind went away, his last thought: Wow! It's everythi...
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Simmer watched the TV screens, her eyes going back and forth between the full-length screen and the close-up of Furx's neck. She saw the lizard go tense, arching his back with his sexual need, then slowly relax. His eyes stared out, unfocused, and she knew he had only seconds left.
The second orgasm hit. Simmer's mouth opened in a silent scream as she tried to breathe, but no air came. She rocked her hips in time with the retriever's thrusts. "Yes, oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhh yes yes yes!" he panted, and Simmer felt him cum inside her. A third orgasm built on top of the second, and Simmer lost coherent thought in the combined pleasure of the sex, the jets of hot semen in her cunt, and the sensation of the scarf tight around her neck.
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Elise felt the lizard's pulse flutter under her hands as his heart skipped a beat. Then another, and another. Three in a row. Then nothing, and she let the pleasure overcome her, slamming herself down to hilt the lizard's cock in her keep it there. She was dimly aware when Furx's pulse started again, beat five times, missed one, beat once more, and stopped completely.
The marten's back arched and her body went rigid as the pleasure spread to everywhere she had sensory nerves. It was almost unbearable; her head went back, her mouth opened, and she yipped "Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah." again and again.
Furx's body, already relaxed, took on a more complete limpness.
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Simmer saw the light fade from the lizard's eyes. His hands, feet, legs, arms relaxed, his head lolled on the mattress. Yes, this is what I need. Cumming, seeing Furx snuffed before her eyes, everything was perfect. Only one question remained. I wonder... if... I wonder... Simmer's thoughts wandered, then swirled into a black spot and disappeared.
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A lemur came up and took the lizard's right wrist, checking for a pulse. "Finished," he said.
Elise let go of Furx's neck, then put two fingers on his carotid to make sure. She nodded. The two lifted the body onto the gurney next to the hamster and wheeled it away.
"Well," the Professor said, "That was well done. I hope you all appreciate Furx's contribution to this year's class."
There was a smattering of applause, but the Professor held his hand up to stop it. "He can't hear you, I'm afraid. But you might wish to applaud our other performers. He gestured at the overhead screen where Simmer lay sprawled out, her pussy visible to everybody. Chance lay next to her, a sheen of juices and semen on his slowly shrinking erection.
The audience turned to face the island and burst into even louder applause that went on for several minutes.
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Simmer woke slowly. What is that noise? She opened her eyes and saw Chance smiling at her. He let me live. She wasn't sure whether she was disappointed or not. She looked around and noticed the audience applauding her. She felt totally wasted -- too tired to stand up -- but she managed to lever herself up on one arm and wave languidly with the other. Chance sat up and waved as well, his other hand resting gently on Simmer's hip.
She grinned happily at the retriever, then turned her head to smile at the audience, and managed a more definite waving motion with her hand.
Simmer turned her head to look at the retriever, and finally realized what seemed odd about him. "You look older than most of the students here. Did you take a wanderjahr or three? Or maybe work a few years to earn your tuition?"
"Neither. I'm a grad student. I've finished all my course work and passed my orals with no conditions; I just need to do my dissertation to get my GsD."
"Doctor of Gaspology? You're planning to be a Professor here?"
"Here, or at the main campus in Dolcettville."
"Wow! I think I'm in love."
Chance looked at her, considering. "Would you... would you let me take you to dinner tonight?"
"Sure, but you're great in bed. You can have sex with me anytime. You don't have to buy me dinner."
"Of course not. But I wanted to discuss the idea of you becoming my dissertation."
"You want me to be your dissertation?"
"Sure. A year of sex and asphyxia, and a really sexy snuff at the end. I'm an Eta Nu Gamma alum, so I can also get you into their parties and things. How does that sound."
"It sounds nice. Okay, you can buy me dinner and make your pitch."
The Sixth Snuff: Impalement
The professor waved a hand to quiet the applause. "Okay, I hope everybody is ready for our last demonstration of the day. Drinks and dinner will be served afterward. Our last demonstration is a live spitting. Who wants a sharp stake up their cunt or ass? Volunteers?"
He paused and looked around the room but didn't see any hands raised. He looked again. One of the TAs in the back signaled, pointing. "Ah... Jacob. Stand up please."
The mightyena in the back row stood up. "Err... Professor...?"
Damien walked up the center aisle to get a better look at the student. "Hmmm... are you wearing a codpiece?" The class giggled. "Or does the thought of being impaled turn you on."
Jacob remembered the opening lecture. In this class we speak the truth of our desires. Outside society would make us ashamed of our needs, but here we refuse shame."
"I... I was thinking about Graduation ceremonies and the 25' stake in the quad. But... I guess this will..." Jacob paused gathering his thoughts, then rushed on, "I volunteer, Professor. I consent to be impaled here in class." He made his way to the aisle and followed Damien and the TA onto the stage.
"As usual," the professor said, "you are entitled to have sex one last time, if you want. Would you like to cum one last time before you die?"
Jacob knelt facing sideways on the stage. "I plan to have my last orgasm with the stake inside of me, Professor. What I would like is to give you a blowjob, to die with the taste of your cum in my mouth. I don't think any other students have managed that feat, at least not since I enrolled here."
Damien looked startled. He stood silently for most of a minute. Then he spoke slowly, thinking out his words as he spoke. "Well... the rules generally forbid sex between a professor or TA and a student in his class. But that's to avoid using the professor's power to coerce a student into sex or favoritism in grading or other treatment. I don't think that applies here: you have nothing to gain or lose, and no other student will be disadvantaged because of this. As a snuffee, you get an automatic "A" in all your courses this year, and a posthumous BA summa cum laude when your class graduates." He turned to face the room.
"Does anybody here see any problem with this mightyena giving me a blowjob before he gets snuffed?"
The audience erupted in applause. Shouts of "Yeah!" and "No prob!" and "Do it!" erupted from around the room. One student stood up, then another, a few more, and then the entire room was on its feet, giving a standing ovation for Jacob.
"I take it that nobody objects," the Professor said when it got quiet enough to be heard. Total silence.
"Okay, then." He turned to face the 'yena. "Go ahead, knock yourself out."
Jacob motioned Shad to him. The TA came over and unzipped his slacks. Jacob reached out and pulled the Professor's gown open, revealing a sizeable "tent" in the weasel's briefs. Jacob pulled the briefs down, and Damien's erection sprang out, pointing nearly straight up. He cradled the weasel's ballsac gently in one hand and gave the head a few preliminary licks. He kissed it all over, then took it in his mouth and started moving up and down. After a minute, he let go and spent a minute licking the sac, then holding each ball gently in his mouth. Then he went back to sucking, his tongue licking the head as he worked it in and out of his mouth. He held the shaft between his hands, rolling it back and forth as he moved his head up and down, producing a corkscrew motion over the most sensitive areas.
Damien moaned, quietly at first, then louder. Then "yes... yes... Yes... Yes... Yes YES? YES? He arched his back, thrusting his pelvis as far forward as he could, then with one final " YYYYEEESSSSS!!!!" he came. Jacob pulled off for a second to get one spurt on the corner of his mouth, then took it back in, swallowed it all, then patted the professor's dick gently. When he finally stopped, Damien staggered back two steps before regaining his balance.
"That was... WOW! ," he said, panting.
"It was nice for me, too," Jacob said, and the audience applauded and cheered again. Jacob and the professor bowed to the audience. There were shouts of "encore!"
"I only have one encore," the mightyena said when the applause finally stopped. "It's time, Shad." The 'yena's eyes weren't looking at the audience or at Shad, though. They were fixed on the center of the stage.
The absol bowed to the audience, then took Jacob by the hands and led over to the waiting mechanism. He helped Jacob lie down with his waist and shoulders properly aligned. This apparatus consisted of a number of semi-circles of flexible metal, lined with leather on the inside for comfort. Shad pulled two pieces together over the 'yena's belly, just above his hips, and clicked them together so they held Jacob's midsection tightly to the stage. The 'yena was quite slim, so this clamp also prevented him from sliding his body upward (toward his head). Another clamp went over Jacob's midsection. Two more clamps held the yena's wrists a short distance away from his hips.
Jacob raised his legs, and Shad clamped his ankles onto a raised Y-shaped attachment that held his legs apart, knees bent. "Try it," he said.
Jacob wriggled in the clamps, then exerted all his strength, but was unable to move his body up or free his legs or arms. He discovered that the clamps allowed him to move his body down (toward his feet) about six inches, though.
Shad picked up the stake, a 1.5-inch thick, smooth oak pole with a sharp point. He guided the point into Jacob's tailhole. He looked at the 'yena, who grinned at him.
Shad pushed the stake in another two inches. Escape was now impossible, even had Jacob wished to; his erect member made it clear that he did not. "Ready?" the absol asked.
"Just a couple more thing to say. Professor, thank you so much for choosing me. If I'd waited until graduation I'd never have gotten to die with your cum in my mouth. And all of you out there, thank you for your vote of approval. I hope you enjoy my snuff as much as I plan to!" He looked at Shad and nodded.
The absol began slowly pushing the stake into the 'yena, maybe an inch a second. Jacob used what leverage he had to move his hips downward, taking more of the pole into himself. "Ooof!" he groaned when he felt the point start to penetrate the top of his rectum, then he moved up as far as the clamps would let him. Jacob pushed the stake in farther, and "Oooohh!" Jacob moaned when he felt the sharp point again. Then he smiled, winked at the audience, and pushed himself down as far as he could. "Ooooooohhh!!" he cried out as the point made a hole in his gut.
Shad got the message. He kept sliding the pole into the 'yena, but not in a continuous motion. He pushed it in two inches, then paused, then pulled it out an inch, then another two inches, then a pause, then out an inch. Jacob's cock was dripping pre, a drop every few seconds. Then he moaned again. "Oooh, that's my stomach. Good thing I didn't eat anything today." He slid himself up as far as he could, and Shad slid the pole in a little farther. The 'yena moaned again, then pushed himself down. "Ooooooooooohhhhh! Hurts so good." A small gush of pinkish liquid oozed out onto the stake, and his pre-cum came in a steady flow.
"Would you like help with that?" Shad asked.
"Yes, please."
Shad steadied the stake with one hand, and reached out to the 'yena's cock to catch the clear fluid flowing from the tip and smear it over the hard, red organ. He wrapped his hand around it and moved it slowly up and down.
He pushed the stake in a little more, then withdrew it and pushed it in again, and again, a little deeper each time. Jacob had a strained smile on his face, and made occasional small moans as the stake moved through his stomach. Then, "Ooooh, coming out again....." There was a short pause, then "Now." And "Yeooooowch!" as the absol gave the stake another shove. The stream of pre-cum from Jacob's member came faster.
A few minutes later, "Watch it. There's my heart. Poke it a few times first... slow, okay?"
Shad nodded, and put just a little more pressure on the stake, then pulled it back a fraction of an inch. His hand sped up, stroking the 'yena's shaft faster, then faster yet, while his left hand moved the stake a fraction of an inch forward, then backward.
Jacob's face showed a unique pleasure/pain expression each time the stake moved inward and the point touched his heart.
"What's it like?" Shad whispered.
"Like having a mini heart attack every time you dent my heart," the mightyena whispered back, "Lovely, lovely pain." He paused a moment, then, "About an inch to the right. We want a solid puncture, not a graze, right?"
"Right." Shad adjusted the angle of the wooden shaft slightly.
After a couple of dozen more strokes, Jacob's dick suddenly grew even more erect. "Almost there..." he said, "soon, so soon... please...?" There was a pause of a few seconds, then "Ohhhhhhh..... Yeaaaahhhhhhh!" he shouted. The head swelled up, then semen came shooting from the end.
The time had come. Shad gave the stake a solid shove. Bright red blood streamed down the wooden pole where it emerged under his tail, and more, and more, short quick pulses of bright red blood. But Jacob was still cumming. Six, seven, eight times he shot white cum onto the stage, then his eyes glazed over, his head lolled to one side, his arms and legs grew limp. A few seconds later, the flow of blood slowed to a steady trickle, then stopped completely.
After a minute, even that stopped. Shad put three fingers on the 'yena's carotid artery just to make sure. "Gone," he said to the professor.
"He's the last today. We'll leave him there until after everybody's left, then the undertakers can take the body away."
He turned back to the waiting students. "Can we have one last big hand for the six students who gave us such excellent demonstrations of what it's like to be snuffed for sexual pleasure?"
The audience applauded, standing up and clapping until their arm muscles felt ready to cramp and their palms hurt. They gradually sat down again. "I hope you all learned something from today's demonstrations. I can guarantee all of this will be on the final as well as on the weekly quiz next Tuesday. And I hope at least some of you are thinking about next Friday, the end-of-year demonstrations, and -- for those who make it that far -- the graduation ceremony.
"That's really all I have to say to you today. You'll find fixings for sandwiches, tacos, and burritos on table at the back and both sides of the room. Help yourself. Class dismissed!"