The Midterm Demonstration -- Fifth Snuff: Manual Strangulation
The Midterm Demonstration
The Fifth Snuff: Manual Strangulation
The Professor turned to face the class again. "Suffocation will make up 10% 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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
"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.
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.
"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.
Simmer screamed as her first orgasm took her. Chance rode her through it, then slowed down, stretching it out.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
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...
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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