A PLEASURABLE END by Jennifer1972

Feature Writer: Jannifer1972

Feature Title: A Pleasurable End 

Published: 24.03.2024

Story Codes: Shemale, Snuff, Consensual, Necrophilia. 

Synopsis: Amelia looks for death. Stephanie provides it. 

A Pleasurable End 

Amelia sat on the jagged cliff edge, looking down into the canyon, with tears in her eyes. She wanted to jump, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. Each time she would look down to the rocks two hundred feet below, her brain would initiate an automatic self-preservation response causing her to recoil and retreat away from the edge. So there she sat, crying and distraught, wishing she could die but failing to accomplish her goal.

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Stephanie enjoyed her daily hikes. As a thirty-eight-year-old shemale, she was very fussy about remaining slim and sexy for the many men and boys she fucked each week. The canyon trail was her favorite, especially the high point near the cliff above the river.

As Steph rounded the corner on the little side trail that led to the cliff edge, she noticed a young woman, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, looking very upset. Steph immediately knew what she was looking at as she had encountered this once before when she lived in the city and came across a similarly young man on a freeway overbridge. He jumped to his death within moments of her noticing him, and this young girl was clearly about to do the same thing.

Steph stopped about twenty feet from the girl.

“Hi! A nice day for hiking isn’t it?” Steph cheerfully called out.

Amelia jolted with fright. She hadn’t noticed Stephanie approaching.

She wiped her eyes.

“Not really, it’s a fucking shit day.”

“Oh, why is that?” asked Stephanie.

“It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters,” Amelia sobbed.

“There’s always some things that matter,” Stephanie told her, “It’s just that sometimes they matter to other people more than they matter to ourselves.”

“What do you mean?” asked Amelia.

“I think you want to commit suicide, but are afraid to go through with it,” Stephanie stated firmly, “If you want, I can help you.”

“No one can help me!” Amelia screamed.

“Perhaps you misunderstand me? I can help you die by removing the burden of doing it to yourself. All you have to do is lie down peacefully and I will do it for you, painlessly. I only ask one simple favor in return.”

“What? You want to kill me?” Amelia asked with a shocked look on her face.

“Yes. If you want it to happen,” Stephanie replied.

“This reverse psychology shit won’t work on me bitch, so fuck off!” Amelia yelled.

Stephanie moved closer and sat on the cliff edge next to Amelia.

“I have a cabin nearby with a very simple device. It will end your life completely painlessly. No blood and gore, I promise.”

“What’s the device?” asked Amelia.

“Come and see! You don’t have to proceed if you don’t want to. It’s your life and death after all. No pressure,” Steph told her with a comforting smile.

Stephanie took Amelia’s hand, and they stood up. Hoping she could continue to capitalize on the young woman’s mental impairment, Stephanie led Amelia along the path, still holding her hand, and they made their way to the cabin.

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The device was simple enough. A wooden picnic table with leg and arm restraints was added in each corner, with a modified fish aquarium securely fastened to the tabletop at one end. It was essentially a glass cube with an open top, but the side facing along the table had a neck-sized hole in it and was divided into two halves, bottom and top.

Stephanie removed the top portion and gestured for Amelia to be at the table.

“Here, lie on the table on your back, with your head in the glass box. It’s not uncomfortable, I promise. Nothing will happen, it’s just to see how you feel about proceeding,” Stephanie told her.

Amelia didn’t even ask how it worked, or show any interest in anything at all. She obediently lay on the table on her back, placed her head in the box, and looked up at the sky.

“Just do it, I wanna get it over with,” Stephanie told her.

Stephanie’s cock rapidly hardened at this sudden display of complete resignation from the girl.

Amelia was wearing a simple summer dress, with shoulder straps and quite long, right down to her ankles, but with a high split front, almost revealing her panties at the top. She was barefoot, as though she had rushed away from somewhere quickly before making her way to the cliff top.

Stephanie meanwhile was wearing a very short denim skirt and halter top, with no bra or panties. She preferred always to remain accessible to men, boys, and the occasional dog.

“Good girl,” Stephanie told her.

As Amelia settled on the tabletop, Steph quickly secured the restraints around her ankles, and then her wrists. She then placed the top half of the glass wall over the top of Amelia’s neck. Looking into the open top of the glass box, Stephanie smiled at Amelia.

“All comfy?”

“JUST KILL ME!” Amelia cried.

Stephanie reached down to the ground and lifted a garden hose to the glass box, placing the end inside the box next to Amelia’s head.

“Okay, so here’s what’s going to happen,” Steph said.

She pushed Amelia’s dress up around her waist, revealing her tight panties shaped perfectly over her cunt.

“I’m going to fuck you, and I’m not going to stop or kill you until I can see you’re about to orgasm.” Steph clearly explained.

“What? Stop wasting my time, just kill me … please!” Amelia cried.

“Don’t worry dear, it will happen. I know it’s not always easy to cum when you’re not in the mood, but even suicides will get horny if stimulated enough,” explained Stephanie.

She pulled Amelia’s panties down her legs before letting them fall to the ground at the end of the table. Stephanie then leaned under the table and after releasing some pins removed the central boards of the tabletop between Amelia’s feet and torso. Her back was still lying on the other half of the table, and her hands and legs were restrained in the corners, but Steph was now able to stand in the space between Amelia’s legs, which she immediately did.

“If you’re not horny, fine. I will just keep fucking you until you are.”

Steph’s eight-inch cock was now rock hard as she pushed it into Amelia’s cunt forcefully, then began to fuck her in a regular rhythm.

“JUST FUCKING END MY LIFE!” Amelia wailed.

“All in good time my dear,” Steph replied.

After five minutes of constant fucking, Stephanie paused and met Amelia’s gaze.

“It is only right and proper that I make sure you are making an informed decision,” Stephanie stated.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to fuck you hard, and when I sense you are close to cumming, I will turn this tap on and water will flow through the hose into your box. When the water covers your face you will panic and attempt to save yourself. It is only after you can no longer breathe that your suicidal mind will see clearly and sanely once more.

“You will understand perfectly that you have made a mistake and that you want to continue living. You will fight hard to survive. This attempt to hold onto life will be your final act as you drown. And as it happens my cock will be surging wave after wave of cum into your cunt. When the task is complete, I will keep your body for several more weeks and will enjoy fucking it over and over until it is no longer fuckable.”

Amelia, with tears running down her cheeks, and without even looking at Stephanie.

“Just get on with it, please,” she whispered.

Amelia’s cunt felt amazing. Stephanie had experienced young cunt before, including a fifteen year old girl she raped whilst on vacation in Idaho a few years earlier, but this one was even better. At sixteen or seventeen it was still tight, but a better fit for Steph’s length and girth.

The fucking went on for twenty minutes before Amelia finally gave a slight moan. Steph didn’t alter the pace at all. She kept the rhythm going at a constant pace, and never moved her gaze away from Amelia’s face. Amelia groaned again, and Steph could feel Amelia’s legs squeezing against her sides.

A few more minutes passed, and Amelia had now firmly joined with Stephanie in having the singular goal of bringing them both to orgasm at the same time. In unison, they were both now moaning.

“Fuck me,” Amelia even started saying out loud, “Fuck me, fuck me, come on bitch, orgasm me to death!”

Stephanie became even more aroused at this change of heart. Finally, Amelia was into it as much as she was.

“YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME” shouted Amelia as her body began to tremble.

Sensing Amelia’s orgasm was close, Steph quickly grabbed the tap beside the table, turning it on, and the water immediately began rushing into the glass box.

“I’m about to come …” were Amelia’s last words before her face became submerged.

Steph continued to fuck her hard, firmly holding Amelia’s legs as she thrust back and forth inside Amelia’s highly lubricated pulsating cunt.

Holding her breath, Amelia remained calm under the water as she focused on her desire to immediately cum. The world’s sounds had faded away, with only the sound of water coming out of the hose. She could feel the table violently shaking as her killer fucked her hard.

Steph was close to cumming, as was Amelia when Amelia’s shortness of breath caused her inevitable fight for life to begin. As the horror of truly understanding that her life was about to end finally dawned on her she tried desperately to break her restraints and pull the box apart.

Stephanie was now ramming Amelia hard. Amelia was thrashing about violently and screaming beneath the water before giving way to inhaling water in a desperate attempt to inhale air that wasn’t there.

Stephanie’s body shuddered as she came. She felt a huge load of her cum injected into Amelia’s thrashing body. Amelia’s stimulated vagina began convulsing at the same time. Her orgasm had started at the same moment her fight for life began. It was uncontrollable. The orgasm process couldn’t be stopped despite the body’s sudden need to stay alive.

Stephanie pumped load after load after load into Amelia’s reciprocating cunt. It convulsed in perfect unison with each pump, the cunt gratefully accepting each load of cum as Stephanie delivered it, with both orgasms climaxing at the same moment. But only Stephanie was aware of this perfect moment. Amelia was just a violent mess of non-thought as her lungs filled with water and her life began to ebb and flow away.

Stephanie pumped her eighth, ninth, tenth, eleventh, and twelfth loads into Amelia as the thrashing slowed.

Amelia stopped thrashing. Stephanie’s orgasm was waning but she still managed to deliver loads eighteen, nineteen, and twenty as she continued slow thrusts into Amelia’s expired body.

The water in the box began to calm. And Stephanie stood there, with her still rock-hard cock inside Amelia, still meeting Amelia’s gaze. She had never looked away throughout the entire fuck. She watched Amelia’s eyes change from those of a living entity to those of an empty vessel. From those of a tortured soul to those with no soul.

Stephanie felt her final faint pulse of orgasm pass the final drop of her cum into Amelia’s corpse. Twenty-seven cum loads in all. Then, with the sun on her face, the birds chirping, and all being well with the world, she slowly began to thrust once more. She would spend the next three hours fucking Amelia’s still-warm corpse, filling her with four more multi-loads of cum, before finally ending the session and heading inside to bed and a well-earned sleep.

Amelia’s corpse was kept for five more weeks, on a bed in the cabin. Her bra, panties, and summer dress now belong to and are frequently worn by Stephanie. Oh, how she loved the high split front. It made fucking men and boys easy without having to remove the dress.

The corpse was fucked mercilessly more than one hundred and thirty times before the remains were dropped off the cliff Amelia had originally wanted to jump off. It was a befitting end for a life that gave so much after its death.

THE END