Final Time

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"Hey, Xiaohui, go get my foundation, I need to touch up my makeup one last time!" "Xiaohui, quickly close all the windows! What if it's windy and rainy for the next three days? And flies might fly in and touch my corpse, just thinking about it is disgusting!" "Hey, Xiaohui, have you seen my little bear, Belle? Find it for me quickly, I need to hug it one last time to feel at peace!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" I was running around up and down the stairs, serving these young ladies, sweating profusely, and couldn't help but feel wronged, thinking: "Sigh, I've received the notice myself, why is it that we're all going to die, but I don't even have time to calm down and sort out my feelings?"
Hehe, I forgot to mention, it's 2105 now, a strange genetic disease is spreading among humans,
it can completely destroy the X chromosome in the DNA genetic sequence and promote the proliferation of the Y chromosome. This has led to
fewer and fewer male newborns and a surge in females among human offspring. The latest population report this year shows that the global male-to-female ratio has reached a terrifying 1:9704. Men have truly become a
rare species, one in ten thousand. Although scientific institutions have attempted to cultivate men by artificially replicating X chromosomes,
the quality of DNA has deteriorated with countless replications. Most men created through DNA replication have become robust and clumsy monsters, only capable of performing simple, idle manual labor, and generally do not live past 30. Men who reproduce naturally are all isolated and protected by the government to prevent them from entering society and contracting genetic diseases. As a result, a predominantly female society has emerged. This distorted social structure has led to a surge in crime rates, rampant drug abuse, the spread of mental illness, and a series of other problems, resulting in a sharp decline in social productivity and threatening to regress human civilization. To control the situation, the Earth Federation government has had to adopt a strategy of reducing the female population. The specific measure is to
randomly select 0.1% of the ID numbers of women aged 16-28 worldwide each month—the age group with the highest crime rate and peak fertility—and forcibly "process" them. The selected women are executed by their local population management bureau. However, due to the overwhelming female population, local authorities often lacked the resources to effectively manage the situation. Eventually, this evolved into sending monthly notices to women in need of care, allowing them to handle the matter themselves, with vehicles then dispatched to collect the bodies. In terms of execution methods, complex methods like shooting, lethal injection, and beheading were largely abandoned, replaced by the most resource-efficient and convenient method: hanging. All that was needed was a sturdy rope and a roof beam.
Now, let me tell you about my situation. I am a lively, cute, intelligent, kind, pure, and beautiful high school sophomore, 17 years old this year, named Chen Hui. I am 1.65 meters tall, and my proudest asset is my F-size breasts. My family lives in a villa in the mountains on the outskirts of B city. It's a large house with a Gothic-style pointed roof. There are five sisters in my family; I am the fourth oldest. My eldest sister, Chen Yan, is 23 years old; my second sister, Chen Hua, is 20 years old; my third sister, Chen Mei, is 18 years old; and my youngest sister, Chen
Lu, is 16 years old. To make it sound cute, we all add "Xiao" (Little) before each other's names.
Our father was a naturally born man, practically a national treasure. So, thanks to him, we lived in a villa, were escorted everywhere, had no worries about food or drink, and weren't even considered for the lottery. But last year, after leaving a large sum of money, he disposed of our aging and less attractive mother, married a young white woman, and they both immigrated to the United States, signing an agreement to sever ties with us. Without his protection, the five of us sisters suddenly lost our source of income, leaving us only this large house to live in, for the youngest child, Xiaolu, until she turns 18. And our identities will be added to the lottery process. Poor me, because I was brought with me when my mother got married, I'm treated like a child, even living in a dark basement. After my mother's death, I was reduced to the status of a maid. The money my father left was divided among Xiaoyan and her three sisters, so I had to work after school every day to earn money for food. Back home, cleaning, cooking, and laundry were all my responsibilities, because if I didn't, Xiaoyan and her sisters threatened to make me move out. Sigh, with such a large population and skyrocketing housing prices, where am I, a young woman, supposed to move? But all these worries are almost over. On the morning of the first day of this year's Spring Festival holiday, my five sisters and I received a notice from the city government ordering us to dispose of our remains within five days
. Five days later, on the evening of the last day of the holiday, the government would send collectors to collect our bodies and confiscate all remaining property, including this large house. I still remember the expressions on the faces of the four of them when they saw the notice. First, they were stunned, staring blankly at each other, then they burst into curses and sobs, finally accepting the reality with dejected expressions. Heh, those four little brats are nothing like me. They live a very comfortable life thanks to the large sum of money left by their father. They don't go to school or work, spending their days idly eating, drinking, and having fun, frequenting bars and nightclubs. They had even planned a trip to the south together this Spring Festival holiday (of course, I wasn't part of it…). Now, these pampered young ladies are destined to spend their holiday hanging from the rafters. For me, this notification was a blissful relief, but for them, it was a devastating end to their dreams.
The next two days were incredibly depressing for the four of them. They couldn't bear to give up their comfortable lives, but if they didn't die, they would suffer an even more terrible punishment—being captured and thrown alive into a space morgue, where they would desperately wait to be sent to the space junkyard amidst a cramped, sealed container filled with rotting corpses (the processing center usually takes a week to fill the container after recovering the bodies; in this season, our bodies, piled up in a warehouse without any preservation measures for so long, would naturally rot). So they struggled to convince themselves to accept this cruel reality. Ironically, these mentally fragile ladies were afraid to face death alone. The conversation I heard most often these past two days was: "XX, have you decided when to go? Let's all go together! We can look out for each other on the way." I suggested I go first, but they didn't want me to go first, because seeing my corpse would terrify them even more. Of course, these proud women wouldn't say it out loud. So, the reasons I heard were: "Dream on! You're the first to die? We're not even dead yet, do you think it's your turn? Trying to slack off and skip serving us for a few days? You're incorrigible!" "Hmph, you're ugly enough alive, but you look so disgusting dead, I'd throw up if I saw you." "Look at your filthy appearance, are we supposed to live with your stinking corpse? It's so unhygienic, what if it makes me sick?" Finally, the eldest sister, Xiaoyan, concluded: "You must serve us until we're 'dead' first, then clean up our bodies for us, and then find a corner to relieve yourself." Sigh, these young ladies are such a hassle, even in death they still cause me worry and trouble.
After two days of adjustments and preparations, the four young ladies finally decided to set off together this morning. They had spent a fortune on lavish meals and rented several well-made cloned male prostitutes for a night of revelry. Each had also chosen an expensive set of jewelry and a full set of high-end shoes and socks (for ease of cleaning and transport, the government stipulates that women being processed should not wear large garments at the time of death, recommending nudity. However, there are no strict regulations regarding small items like jewelry, socks, and shoes. This is less an understanding of women's natural love of beauty and more an opportunity for those clumsy cloned male recyclers to skim some profit from the corpses). Now, they are making final adjustments in their respective rooms. Xiao Yan, who loves to dress up, has been busy touching up her makeup since waking up, sitting in front of the mirror applying and refining her look. Frankly, I think applying so much high-end cosmetics to a body that will die in a few hours is a complete waste; Xiao Hua, the germaphobe, said she got dusty and went to take a shower. She showers almost ten times a day! Actually, since we'll all end up rotting in the space capsule along with thousands of other corpses anyway, what's the point of making it so spotless? My third sister, Xiaomei, is a born shopaholic; even at this hour, she's still browsing online auctions. Apparently, she wants to order a few more new clothes before she dies. I wonder how she'll get that poor delivery guy to sign for the package when he arrives. My younger sister, Xiaolu, has been talking to all her dolls since morning. She's such a childish kid; she's 16 and still collecting dolls. I think her mental age is still at an elementary school level. As for myself, I haven't thought much about it. After serving those young ladies, I'll just hang in the living room. At least I can be the first one on the hearse and grab a good spot, hehe. We
waited like this until 10 a.m., when the four of us finally gathered in the small studio on the second floor to discuss what to do next. Xiaohua was still worried, afraid there were still flies in the house. She nervously said to me, "Xiaohui, go check again, spray more insect repellent! Make sure to check the corners and under the bed carefully. I heard flies love to crawl into the eyes of dead people. I don't want those disgusting little bugs crawling all over me after I die, and even getting into my eyes! Just thinking about it is terrifying!" Ugh, this woman is such a busybody. She's already dead; what's the point of her going through all this trouble if she's just piled up on the ground at the disposal site for a week? Anyway, you can't do anything about being covered in flies by then, so why bother now? But since she'd already spoken, I had no choice but to go back into the room and spray the insect repellent. By then, all the windows were closed, and the smell couldn't dissipate, making it hard for us to breathe. We almost didn't even need the rope to hang ourselves! When I returned to the studio, they had already come to a decision. Xiao Yan turned to me and said in a commanding tone, "Hey, we've discussed it. We've decided to hang ourselves together, because the four of us are best friends, and we should die together. Of course, that doesn't include you, you bastard. Your job is to serve us one by one as we hang ourselves. Once we're completely dead, you'll clean up our bodies, tidy up our hair and clothes. Oh, and wipe up any urine we've incontinented!"
I forced a smile and endured her self-righteous nagging, then asked, "So, where will we all relieve ourselves? Could you please tell this servant, Miss?" Xiao Yan, startled by the reminder, paused for a moment, then immediately put her hands on her hips and said to me with feigned contempt, "Hmph, don't you have eyes? We gathered in this room, so of course we'll relieve ourselves here. What a brainless idiot, you can't even leave us hanging. It's really unreliable to entrust our beautiful corpses to a low-ability animal like you to clean up. It's a pity we have no other choice." I gritted my teeth inwardly. This arrogant older sister, even on the verge of death, still doesn't know how to be polite. Learning from my previous experience, I didn't say anything this time, only nodding slightly. Xiao Yan glared at me and continued to scold, "You really have no manners! Can't you even say 'I understand'? Since when did you become so arrogant?" Xiao Mei, with a forced smile, advised, "Alright, big sister, there's no need to lower yourself to the level of this lowly person. It's a blessing for this bastard to have the opportunity to clean our beautiful corpse. Calm down, let's get going. We won't have to see her idiotic face anymore
, hehe~~. Oh, right, Xiao Hui, you should know you're not qualified to hang under the same roof as us, right? You hang yourself in the hallway later and use your big breasts to stimulate the corpse collector. Maybe you'll meet a good man. That way, you'll finally lose your virginity and leave without regrets. Isn't sister thoughtful enough? Ahahahaha~~" I nodded with a smile, but I knew very well what she meant. Xiao Mei was the most insidious and shameless of the four. She spoke in a roundabout way, thinking herself incredibly clever, believing her obvious lies had fooled everyone. She claimed to have met a good man who was looking out for her, but really, she just wanted me to draw attention and protect their corpses from being defiled by those stupid, savage clone men who came to collect them. Everyone knows that such lowly and simple tasks as moving corpses would never be done by naturally conceived men, but by those clone men with the intelligence of seven or eight-year-old children but the appearance of deformed gorillas. Many rumors mentioned that some of the female corpses that were moved showed signs of rape. My classmate Qian Ling, who was disposed of last month, even told me that she witnessed those horrific movers carrying the body of a neighbor's girl from next door, one of her breasts bitten off, and one of the workers turned back and gave her a terrifying smile, his large teeth stained with blood! So the day before Qian Ling hanged herself, she insisted on dragging me to a store and buying me a black halter-neck swimsuit bra to cover her breasts completely.
But I wasn't worried at all. Our villa was far out in the suburbs of B City, halfway up a mountain, making transportation very inconvenient. That's why the government wouldn't come to collect our bodies for another five days. I knew the body collection started two days after the notice was issued, that is, from the 2nd to the 5th of each month.
Those body collectors didn't take a spring break because they only worked three days a month. At this rate, we were definitely in the last batch to be collected. The collection time was 6 pm, so it seemed we might even be the last five in the last batch. By then, even if those collectors did rape the bodies, they would have already satisfied themselves on someone else, and they'd be in a hurry to finish work and go home for dinner, so they wouldn't have time to care about us.
Of course, there was no need to explain these principles to that idiot Xiaomei, so I just smiled and replied, "Okay, thank you so much, sister. You even worried about me before you left." Xiaomei thought I had fallen for her trick and smiled contemptuously, ignoring me completely. My eldest sister, Xiaoyan, clapped her hands and said, "Alright, sisters, it's time for us to get going. If we don't leave now, it'll be afternoon. Hurry up and go back to your rooms to change. We'll all meet here again in 10 minutes!"
I pretended to bow respectfully to Xiaoyan and asked, "Since I'm here to see you ladies off and collect your bodies, shouldn't I go to the basement to prepare?" Xiaoyan rolled her eyes at me, waved her hand, and went back to her room. I quickly ran downstairs, filled a bucket with water, grabbed a mop and brush, and returned to the studio on the second floor.
Back in my room, I started looking for a place to hang the noose. This studio had always been used by my father; it wasn't very big, with only one window covered by thick red curtains. Along the walls were many exquisitely crafted and lifelike plaster casts of nude women, each posed in a different lewd posture—some appearing to be engaging in intercourse, others masturbating, and still others bound as in a BDSM setting. The studio walls were also covered with similar paintings of nude women. These were all my father's works. He often brought beautiful young women here, staying for over ten hours at a time, without sleep or rest, forbidding anyone to enter and disturb them. Food was delivered to the door and left there, then the caller would ring to let him collect it. Since my father went to America, this studio had been unused, except for me occasionally coming in to clean it.
Because of this, I was quite familiar with the room's layout and quickly located a large chandelier on the ceiling.
This was no ordinary light fixture; the entire lamp body was carved from brass and firmly fixed to the marble ceiling. The lamp body consisted of long copper tubes extending in four directions—east, west, south, and north—that curved upwards at the ends, inserting into the vaginas of four life-sized nude women carved from white jade. The four nude women are seated on the lampposts in a sexually stimulating posture, their expressions of ecstasy clearly sculpted. Above their heads are four golden lanterns shaped like lotus flowers.
These four lamp holders, each one meter long, pointed in the four cardinal directions. If the nooses were attached to the lamp holders, four people could use them simultaneously, with enough space between them to avoid interfering with each other's struggles and kicks. Moreover, the lamp tubes were made of solid brass, about two fingers thick; seven or eight adults could easily hang from them – perfect material for hanging. Without further ado, I moved a small table from the studio under the chandelier and added a chair to the table, barely managing to reach the lamp tubes. I attached white nylon ropes to the curved ends of each of the four lamp tubes, calculated the correct lengths, and tied them into loops below. Then I moved the table aside and placed the four chairs under the four nooses.
Just as I finished, the four young ladies arrived. I turned around and my eyes lit up. Wow! This was truly an eye-opening experience.
Xiaoyan wore a bright red, sheer spaghetti-strap nightgown, barely covering her body from her breasts to her buttocks. However, the semi-transparent fabric still clearly revealed the two red nipples and a smudge of black skin beneath her crotch. This slut wasn't even wearing a bra or panties. She wore matching high-top fishnet stockings and red high heels. Xiaoyan's skin wasn't very fair; it was somewhat yellowish, but this flaw was well concealed by the bright red dress. Today, she sported a stylish slicked-back shoulder-length hairstyle, and had meticulously drawn thick, black eyebrows and bright red lips, giving her the appearance of a postmodern fashion model. Although Xiaoyan had a volatile temper, to be fair, she was indeed a mature and sexy beauty with an enviable figure. Her large breasts almost burst out of the tight-fitting nightgown, and her buttocks were full and plump, curving backward in a perfect arc.
Xiaohua's figure wasn't as exaggerated as Xiaoyan's, but it was still shapely, especially her beautiful legs, whose long, slender curves could drive any man mad. Xiaohua's skin is naturally fair, smooth, and the best I've ever seen. Walking down the street, she's always the center of attention for other women, and strangers often come up to her asking for her skincare secrets. Today, she's wearing a snow-white, sexy lingerie set. Around her neck is a silk choker with a pink pearl embellishment. Two lace-trimmed straps are attached to the choker, wrapping around her breasts and connecting to a white corset. Below the corset is a white, sheer, lace-trimmed pleated skirt that only covers her lower abdomen. Although Xiaohua isn't wearing a bra, she is wearing high-cut white panties. Strangely, these panties don't cover what they should; they're slit in the middle above Xiaohua's clitoris, the two slits tightly constricting her buttocks, making her thick labia bulge. The slits extend all the way to her buttocks before closing again, exposing most of her bottom, making her look like a child's open-crotch pants. Xiaohua wore snow-white garter belts and stockings, with white high heels on her feet. Adding to this, she ingeniously wore a snow-white veil on her head, making her look like she was wearing a provocative wedding dress.
Xiaomei, as far as I know, always likes to wear leather outfits, and today was no exception. However, to my surprise, this wasn't the kind of revealing SM leather outfit, but rather a new sexy women's racing suit from the VL boutique that Xiaomei likes.
It was a high-necked leather suit with sleeves, similar to a leotard, with a zipper in the front for putting it on and taking it off. Its base color was red, with a large white "V" on the chest and a majestic lightning bolt and black panther emblem on the shoulder pads. The white leather sleeves tightly covered her wrists. In contrast to the completely concealed upper body, the slits in the lower body were very high, extending above the hip bones. A thin strip in the middle constricted her genitals, and the back part was so tight it pressed against her buttocks; one would probably have to spread Xiaomei's buttocks to see the seam of the pants. Her leather boots were also red, extending all the way to her thighs. The leather outfit was very form-fitting, perfectly highlighting Xiaomei's slender figure. Xiaomei had specially dyed her curly hair blonde today and wore two oversized ruby earrings. This woman had a pointed face, long, sharp eyes, a high nose bridge, and narrow lips, as if carved into her face. With the addition of black eyeshadow and red lipstick, she looked every bit the cold, glamorous beauty from a TV drama. Her face was completely indifferent, as if the one about to die wasn't herself, but some unrelated person.
Xiaolu didn't seem to be dressed up much, just casually wearing a yellow open-necked sweater that barely covered half her buttocks. She wasn't wearing underwear, only blue knee-high wool socks, and no shoes. Her hair was styled in two large braids, perched on either side of her head, decorated with gold bows. Xiaolu had a cute baby face, large round eyes, and a slightly upturned nose. Her smile revealed two rosy dimples. However, her eyes were a little red, indicating she had just been crying. After all, this little girl was still young and couldn't withstand the oppressive feeling of waiting for death.
The four of them huddled together, examining each other's clothes. Xiao Mei asked in surprise, "Wow, big sister, why are you wearing such a bright red dress? Wearing red to commit suicide will turn you into a vengeful ghost, I'm so scared~" Xiao Yan laughed and said, "Ha, you have the nerve to say that? Your dress is red too, aren't you? Do you want to keep me company?" Xiao Mei pouted and said, "Sigh, I didn't want to wear this either. I ordered a really nice outfit online this morning. But they're so slow with delivery~ it still hasn't arrived. I had no choice but to wear this. That damn delivery guy, I'll haunt him even when I'm dead, hmph~" Wan looked at Xiaohua and exclaimed, "Wow, Second Sister, your clothes are so beautiful! Are you thinking of getting married in the underworld?" Xiaohua blushed and laughed, "Don't tease me! I just think it would be such a pity if a girl never got to wear a wedding dress in her entire life, so... Ah, but Xiaolu, why are you dressed so simply?" Xiaolu said with a mournful face, "When I think about dying, I lose all interest in dressing up. Anyway... anyway, I don't have the figures of my sisters, so it doesn't matter what I wear~" The three of them quickly surrounded her, comforting and hugging her. After dawdling for a long time, it was already past 2 o'clock.
I was worried that if we kept going like this, the four of them might change their minds and not want to die today, and then wouldn't I have to suffer their bullying for another day? So I spoke up, reminding them, "Ladies, shall we begin..." Xiao Yan finally snapped out of her daze, giving me an annoyed glare and saying, "Alright, alright, I know you'd love for us to die sooner. Sisters, let's begin!"
Xiao Mei stared at the noose I had hung up and suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "Hey, I've got a great idea!" The other three quickly asked, "What? What? Tell us!" Xiao Mei smiled slyly and said, "Look, these four nooses are hung in a circle around the chandelier. If we all face inward and stretch out our hands, we can hold each other's hands. Then we can have the wild girl tie our hands together, and we can form a circle to hang ourselves. That way, we'll have each other to rely on, and we won't get separated on the road to the underworld. It will also better show that we sisters are of one heart and as close as brothers. What do you think?" The others agreed wholeheartedly. So they hurriedly stood on the chairs, clasped their hands together, and then asked me to tie them with the rope.
Hearing this, I secretly rejoiced: "These brainless young ladies actually came up with such an idiotic idea. Fine, I'll tie you up for you, you'll see, hehe~"
So I first helped them put their heads and necks into the noose. Then I found a bundle of nylon rope and tightly bound their clasped hands together into a knot. After binding them, they tugged hard, and only when they saw that they really couldn't break free were they satisfied.
Now, everything was prepared, and nothing could delay their deaths. The four women, perhaps realizing their final moment had arrived, fell silent. Xiao Lu's body even began to tremble uncontrollably, her face turning deathly pale. These four once arrogant and haughty young ladies were now prisoners, deprived of their freedom, with nooses around their necks. I stood smiling outside the circle formed by the four, their necks bound by thick nooses, unable to turn to look at me. Now I was the executioner who decided their fate. Each time I stopped behind one of them, I saw their body tremble, their legs twisting uneasily. I deliberately smiled and stood behind Xiao Yan, asking, "Excuse me, eldest sister, whose chair should I kick first?" Xiao Yan's body clearly showed tension; at this moment, the survival instinct was most pronounced—every second of life was precious. She didn't dare ask me to start with herself, but she was also too embarrassed to ask me to start with anyone else, because her three younger sisters were all looking at her pitifully. Her eyes were wide open, she was panting heavily, cold sweat dripping down her face, and she muttered softly, "This...this, from...from..." I deliberately asked loudly, feigning innocence, "From what? Sister Xiaoyan, I can't hear you!" Xiaoyan finally broke down in despair, screaming hysterically, "Whatever! Hurry up and kick it!" I stretched out my foot and touched the stool she was standing on, which made the woman scream in fright. Haha, this feels so good! The hatred that had been suppressed in my heart finally found a place to be vented. I'm not in a hurry to send them on their way.
I grabbed a short saw, waved it a few times in front of the four of them, and then said with a smile, "Ladies, shall we play a game?" Xiao Mei bit her lip and glared at me resentfully, asking, "What are you up to? Just say what you want to say, stop playing tricks on us!" I replied coldly, "Hehe, I wouldn't dare. When it comes to playing tricks, who can compare to our Miss Chen Mei? Her schemes are truly brilliant. She even had her own sister hang herself in the hallway to protect her corpse from being defiled. How clever! Hehe~" Xiao Mei was speechless after my words and could only pout resentfully and remain silent. I continued, "My little sister suddenly had a whim and wanted to find something to saw, hehe... Let's start with these chair legs. Don't worry, I'll only saw off one back leg from each of your chairs." After saying that, I started sawing around Xiao Yan's chair. With one leg missing, the balance of the four-legged chair was broken. The four women could only sway precariously, desperately trying to find their balance on the ever-shifting chair. But without special training, it's impossible to maintain one's center of gravity, and these four women were no exception. Their bodies swayed wildly, sometimes leaning forward, sometimes backward, accompanied by screams, as if they were performing a strange dance. These four once high-and-mighty, arrogant young ladies were now resorting to such shameful acts to survive. The sight was truly gratifying.
But that wasn't enough. I picked up four chair legs from the ground and inserted them into the four women's vaginas. By this time, the four women were powerless to resist, only groaning "Ah, ah" as the rough chair legs entered. Heh, it seems these four sluts aren't virgins. Thinking about how these four women usually lived such carefree lives, while I was so busy every day that I didn't even have time to find a boyfriend, and still hadn't had the chance to find true love, I felt a burning resentment. So I forcefully shoved the four thick chair legs in, probably all the way into their bellies.
These four women were indeed inherently lewd. After being tortured like this, they seemed to have forgotten their fear of death, instead appearing to enjoy it. They were all ecstatically squinting their eyes, mouths agape, moaning lewdly, their faces flushed, their nipples swollen. Xiao Yan and Xiao Mei even spurted out drops of clear fluid from their groins, which flowed down the chair legs. I felt a burning desire, a burning heat in my lower body, as if I wanted to join them and experience the thrill of this deathly stimulation. The thought that I was practically serving them to orgasm made me angry, so I swung the flat side of the saw blade and lashed their exposed buttocks hard. The four women screamed and cried out as they were hit, their vaginal fluids gushing out uncontrollably.
Xiao Mei seemed to be enjoying it the most; she stuck her buttocks high back and shook them forcefully, trying to get me to hit her. This action caused her to lose her balance, and with a scream, she fell off the chair. As she fell, she pulled hard with both hands, dragging Xiao Hua and Xiao Lu, whose hands were bound together with hers, off the stool as well. The three were completely unprepared, or perhaps, lost in the ecstasy of being tortured, they had long forgotten the noose around their necks. The fall caused them to gasp for breath, their six intertwined hands clawing desperately for a foothold. The eldest sister, Xiao Yan, because she wasn't directly connected to Xiao Mei, had a little time to react and didn't fall. However, she was in the most pain, her hands aching from Xiao Hua and Xiao Lu's grip, and she also had to bear the weight of the other three.
The other three kicked and twisted wildly in the air, making it even harder for Xiao Yan to maintain her balance. And most deadly of all, Xiao Mei and the others' eyes were horribly wide open, their six eyeballs staring desperately and persistently at Xiao Yan from different directions. Because a dying person, even with the last glimmer of hope, will cling on relentlessly. Now, their minds, suffocating and shut down, probably only had one thought: as long as Xiaoyan hadn't fallen, there was still one last point of support, providing a sliver of air for their throats.
But for Xiaoyan, this was undoubtedly immense torture. She not only had to support the weight of three people falling, but also constantly adjust her balance. Adding to the pressure, the three people's hopes for survival rested entirely on her, and the psychological pressure of being stared at by six eyes was immense. Xiaoyan's face was covered in sweat but devoid of color; her eyes stared at her feet with terror and despair, her teeth grinding, her arms and legs trembling violently, and her hands were scratched raw by Xiaohua and Xiaolu, leaving deep, bloody welts. She probably already regretted her decision to tie her hands together. I walked up behind her with a cold smile, gently tracing my fingers down her back, all the way to the soft crevice between her thighs. I said softly, "Big sister, are you tired? Are your hands sore? Take a rest, little sister will make you feel better, hehe."
Xiao Yan finally exhausted her strength and willpower. She screamed terrifyingly, "Xiao Hui, I'll haunt you even as a ghost! Ah~~~" Then she kicked the stool far away. The combined weight of the three girls, including Xiao Mei,
made the noose around her neck dig deeply into her flesh.
I calmly walked downstairs, took a large tub of Haagen-Dazs ice cream from the refrigerator, and ate while enjoying the four usually domineering young ladies' wild aerial dance. Hehe, this was the first time in my life I'd ever eaten such delicious ice cream. The four of them were now oblivious to me. Each of them, instinctively, desperately tried to break free of their bound hands to scratch at the merciless noose around their necks. But I'm a master of bondage; my skill honed from doing housework every day allowed me to tie their hands into two tight knots. Their wild swinging only tightened the binding.
Xiao Lu, like a little antelope, kicked and trembled wildly, her body struggling desperately upwards with each movement. Her cute little bottom swayed under her sweater, her fair, pinkish-white flesh quivering like jelly. Her face was tilted back, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, as if something there had attracted her gaze. Her soft little mouth opened and closed, futilely trying to inhale. Her fair pubic area was still hairless, her labia pink. Now, that alluring little hole tightly gripped the thick chair leg, occasionally spurting out drops of vaginal fluid. Her two plump calves, while kicking, occasionally squeezed together, rubbing and stimulating her labia. Looking at Xiaohua, this germaphobe was now oblivious to everything else; tears, saliva, and snot streamed down her face, running down her chin and onto her white breasts. Xiaohua was using a kicking motion similar to riding a bicycle, alternately raising and lowering her legs, while her arms swung wildly up and down, causing Xiaoyan and Xiaomei, who were hanging on either side of her, to shake their shoulders like they were having a seizure—it was truly comical. Xiaohua's legs were long, and with each kick, they brushed against the chair leg inside her vagina. After dozens of kicks, with a "bang," the stick was pulled out of her lower body, covered in sticky, lustful fluid that splattered around as it rolled, several drops still hanging from her vaginal opening, slowly dripping down.
Compared to Xiao Lu and Xiao Hua, Xiao Mei's struggle could only be described as "crazy." Her eyes were wide open, her mouth agape in an "O" shape, her small tongue sticking out with glistening saliva, the tip curling up and down like a female dog licking something. Her whole body seemed electrified, her arms flailing wildly up and down like a hen about to take flight. Her legs kicked violently to the sides, her body using the momentum to thrust upwards, causing the rope around her neck to vibrate violently. The black eyeshadow on her eyes and the red lipstick on her lips ran down with sweat, tears, and saliva, staining her originally fair face like a painted face from a theatrical performance. The chair leg she was inserted into also sticked up like a tail as her hips thrust backwards.
Xiao Yan, on the other hand, had consciously kicked the stool away, so she was prepared. She took a deep breath before falling, so her initial struggles were not violent. She just hung there quietly, swaying from side to side with the swinging of Xiao Hua, Xiao Lu, and her arms tied together. But soon, the breath she couldn't exhale became a burden. Her face turned purple, her eyes bulged, and she desperately tried to expel the suffocating air, but it only increased the pain of suffocation. Finally, her body began to struggle uncontrollably. She twisted her head to the left, staring at Xiao Hua, her legs swinging back and forth like she was walking, trying to reach Xiao Hua's body for support. But each time she twisted to a certain point, Xiao Lu, who was also struggling violently on her right, would pull her back, forcing her to gather her strength again and continue this futile sprint. After
10 minutes, the youngest, Xiao Lu, was the first to give up. Her eyes were unfocused, and her legs only occasionally lifted slowly as a reflex before falling heavily back down. After a while, Xiao Lu's head lolled to the side, and she let out her last breath with a gurgling sound. A gush of urine spurted from her vagina, but because of the chair leg inserted inside, it couldn't flow out directly. Instead, it gushed out like a fountain from the surrounding gaps, splashing all over her legs. This gushing of urine continued for half a minute before gradually stopping. Her small buttocks under her sweater twitched one last time as the urine stopped flowing, and then remained still. Only her petite body swayed in the air like a hanging ornament on a rope, propelled by the struggles of her sisters beside her.
The second to stop struggling was Xiaohua. Her body was being pulled and thrashed wildly by Xiaoyan, who was stronger. Her neck was being twisted and pulled until she finally couldn't bear it anymore. Her eyes stared blankly ahead, her mouth slightly open, and her tongue sticking out a little. With the final reflexive spasm of her body, she let out a "uh uh" sound as she breathed her last. Her lower body suddenly thrust forward, hissing as a stream of foul-smelling yellow urine gushed out. With each spurt, my whole body trembled and relaxed a little. When the last spurt of urine finished, it was like completing a strenuous task; my entire body instantly relaxed, hanging limply, no longer moving. Only the white, alluring wedding dress on my body still swayed gently in the air. Just then, the doorbell rang. I hurriedly left my studio and ran to the door to open it. A young girl in a store uniform stood at the door. Seeing me open it, she quickly smiled and bowed, saying, "Hello, I'm a delivery person from VL Women's Erotic Clothing Store. Did anyone order an outfit this morning?" I then remembered that Xiao Mei had mentioned ordering an outfit that morning before she hanged herself, but it hadn't been delivered yet. So, I politely let her in, led her to the studio on the second floor, and pointed to Xiao Mei, who was still struggling and convulsing, saying, "This is the customer who ordered your clothing, but it seems she can't pay now, haha." The delivery person was startled by the scene inside, but immediately understood what had happened. He said with difficulty, "I really didn't expect this customer to be someone the government is dealing with. The money isn't a problem; we can deduct it directly from her prepaid card. But if I can't get a receipt signed by this customer, the boss will deal with it anyway. This is really troublesome." As he was speaking, Xiaomei suddenly raised her head violently, her whole body trembling like an eel, making a shrill "gurgling" sound. A large amount of urine and vaginal fluid flowed from the chair leg inserted into her lower body, dripping onto the floor. Her legs kicked downwards a few times, her body stiffened, and she breathed her last. Her eyes were still staring blankly forward, her mouth wide open, her tongue completely sticking out, tears mixed with saliva sliding down her chin onto her tightly wrapped leather chest. Her slender body hung from the noose, slowly swaying and spinning in place.
The delivery girl sighed in disappointment, saying, "This customer is already dead. There's no way I'll get a signature on this receipt. I'll just have to go back and get hanged by my boss." I quickly said, "Don't be discouraged. If your company has customers who can't write, do they allow fingerprints?" The girl's eyes lit up, and she said happily, "Yes, yes, there's that way! Since many women don't have the opportunity to go to school, the company allows fingerprints instead of signatures. Why didn't I think of that?" So I quickly grabbed Xiaomei's right thumb, and the delivery girl applied some red paint to it before pressing it into the signature box. Fortunately, Xiaolu, who was tied to Xiaomei's right hand, was already dead and wouldn't move around or get in the way. We got the receipt smoothly, and the girl left with profuse thanks, even wishing me a successful execution.
I saw her to the door. When I came back, I saw that the older sister, Xiaoyan, was also dying. She stopped taking steps forward and started kicking randomly. She would kick a few times and then stop for a while, as if she was gathering her strength. After about five or six minutes of this, the kicking became less frequent and the intervals gradually increased. Suddenly, Xiaoyan's whole body tensed up, and in a final burst of energy, she forcefully kicked her legs downwards more than ten times. With each kick, a gush of urine spurted from her vagina. The force of her kicks was so strong that the chair leg inserted into her vagina slid outwards quite a bit. With the final, desperate kick, Xiaoyan's body shuddered violently, and with a "clang," the entire chair leg finally hit the ground. With no more obstruction in her vagina, urine gushed out like a waterfall, flowing all over the floor, even staining her own feet. After the urine had drained, Xiaoyan's bluish-purple face gradually returned to calm. Her neck slowly tilted to one side, her eyes stared to the left, and her toes trembled as they pointed towards the ground, finally coming to a complete stop.
At this moment, the entire room was extremely quiet, except for the creaking and twisting of the ropes and the dripping sound of the remaining urine on the corpse falling to the ground. I inhaled the pungent, lewd smell in the air and stretched comfortably. Finally! Finally, I'm free from the enslavement of these four wicked women! No more listening to their shouts and curses, no more having to watch their faces, no more doing arduous housework only to eat scraps. And I even personally sent these four women to their deaths, enjoying their grotesque final moments from beginning to end. The feeling of successful revenge is simply wonderful!
I playfully patted their buttocks, letting their four corpses spin in the air like wind chimes. I then smeared a mixture of urine and vaginal fluid on each of their groins, covering their faces. Clean up the corpses? Heh, why would I clean them up for you? How naive. Let them be collected like this, their buttocks dripping with urine, chair legs inserted into their vaginas. Well, I've had
my fill of playing; it's time for me to go my own way. But wearing this tattered maid outfit is too pathetic. I went downstairs and saw the outfit Xiaomei had just ordered, which had just been delivered, on the living room table. Yes, I'll wear this one. If Xiaomei knew that I was wearing the expensive leather outfit she carefully selected and spent so much money on, she'd probably die of resentment, hehe~. I opened the box, and inside was a silver-white leather outfit. It looked very strange, not like a typical SM outfit. When I put it on, it looked like a tight-fitting spacesuit. Ah, I feel like I've seen it somewhere before... That's right, it's from the anime "Evangelion" that I watched when I was a kid. It's a classic anime that has stood the test of time for over a century. Isn't this outfit the battle suit worn by the female protagonist, Rei Ayanami? But it's been modified; the two breastplates have been removed, revealing my full breasts. My lower body felt cold too; there was a large hole from my lower abdomen to my inner thigh, exposing my genitals and buttocks. The rest of the outfit is just like in the anime, clinging tightly to my body and perfectly showcasing my graceful curves. There are also two cute little radios on my ears.
Hehe, since I'm cosplaying, I might as well go all the way. Luckily, I have short hair, so I shaved long sideburns on both sides
of and fixed them with hairspray. Plus, I have a round face, so at first glance, I really do look a bit like Rei Ayanami!
After tidying my clothes, I took a rope and went to the foyer. I hung the rope from the beam and carefully tied it into a noose. I didn't want to hang with those four stinky women. This place was sunny and spacious, and the mortician could see me as soon as he entered, saving him the trouble of carrying the body up and down the stairs. I was also worried that if Xiaoyan and the others' bodies were hung too discreetly, they wouldn't be able to find them and would waste their time. So I found a small piece of paper and wrote: "Mr. Mortician, thank you for your hard work. There are a total of 5 women in my family who have been disposed of. The other 4 are hanging in
the small studio on the second floor, second room on the left. Also: if I lost control of my bladder before I died, could you please wipe it for me? Thank you so much!" I even mischievously drew a cute smiley face at the end. I was afraid that the note would be blown away by the wind if I hung here for 3 days, so I found some tape and stuck the note to my left breast. This should be conspicuous enough, hehe~. I placed the bucket of water and rags that Xiaoyan and the others had filled aside before climbing onto the chair with peace of mind.
I stood on the chair and stuck my head into the noose. Suddenly, I remembered that my hands weren't tied yet. What if I struggled and scratched my body, especially my face? Just then, I raised my wrist and was pleasantly surprised to find an automatic locking device on the forearm of the suit. As long as I put my hands behind my back and twisted my wrist, I could lock myself in. To unlock it, I would have to take out the key from the hidden pocket on my back, meaning that the person being tied up could never unlock it themselves. This was perfect for my current needs; maybe this suit was specially prepared for torture!
In my excitement, I used too much force with my arms behind my back, and my whole body swayed forward. There was a small step in front of the chair, and with this sway, the front legs of the chair moved off the step, and with a "bang," the whole chair tilted and rolled down the step. Completely unprepared, I felt my feet slip and my body plummet downwards. Then everything went black, and a sharp pain shot through my neck. The final moment of my life arrived so suddenly.
As my feet left the ground, I began my final dance. At first, the feeling of suffocation wasn't intense, but I didn't react in time. Driven by the instinct for survival, my legs desperately stretched downwards, trying to touch the ground again. The carpeted floor swayed and spun before me, so close yet so far.
This struggle finally completely blocked my airway, and a suffocating feeling assaulted my brain. A cold, numb sensation spread from the top of my head to my toes, and my chest throbbed with pain. I desperately tried to breathe, but my body was still circulating the same stale air; not a single breath of fresh air could pass through my throat. The decreased oxygen levels in my blood intensified my anxiety, and my muscles spasmed uncontrollably. My once-proud F-cup breasts heaved rapidly, my nipples engorged, stiff, and swollen. My waist writhed like a snake, and my legs, tightly bound in leather, kicked wildly back and forth, then tightened and straightened.
The feeling of oxygen deprivation grew stronger; my chest heaved like a bellows, and my lungs felt like they were on fire. My vision was bloodshot; I must be rolling my eyes now. Ah! The intense spasms spreading throughout my body, especially in my genitals, sent waves of emptiness straight to my heart. I longed for something to fill that void. Ah, why didn't I bring a vibrator? I regret it so much.
Huh? Suddenly, I couldn't feel the suffocating pain anymore. My body felt light, and my lower body felt like it was being rubbed by a large hand—it felt so good! I could even feel the thick vaginal fluid gushing out of my vagina, then sliding down my tender, sensitive inner thighs and into my leather clothes. I squeezed my legs together in ecstasy, my vagina stimulating and gushing out even more vaginal fluid, flowing between my legs and making a "slapping" sound as I squeezed them together.
Suddenly, a warm current churned inside me. Ah, my lower abdomen felt so bloated and uncomfortable! My bladder could no longer hold back the urine! Since I couldn't hold it in, I might as well let it all out~ At this moment, I didn't care about being embarrassed anymore. I thrust my hips forward, and warm urine gushed out, such a comfortable and relaxing feeling! I wanted to shout out this pleasure, but all I could hear was a "gagging" sound. Just then, my stomach rumbled and churned, and then I felt my anus rapidly swelling and heating up. Ah! I must have eaten too much ice cream earlier; now I'm even about to lose control of my bowels! I tried to hold it in, but my body was sluggish and unresponsive, and my lower body seemed to no longer obey my brain's commands. A burst of gas forced open my anus, followed by a series of loud farts, and then, with a "whoosh," the accumulated feces in my intestines gushed out. Ah~ I felt an unprecedented mix of shame and a slight pleasure. The last thought in my mind was: I even asked someone to clean up my body, and now I've even pooped out. I wonder what the body collector will think of me? Will he use a rough rag to scrub... my little asshole? Thinking of this, I felt my sensitive anus twitch comfortably one last time before quickly tightening, trapping a piece of feces that hadn't yet gushed out. Then, everything before my eyes turned into a dazzling white in the afternoon sunlight of the foyer...
Three days later: I am the captain of the municipal government's body collection team, a half-clone. Because of my high intelligence, I am responsible for leading the other team members in the monthly body collection work.
When we opened the door of this lonely villa halfway up the mountain, a stench hit us. In the afterglow of the setting sun, I saw a girl hanging in the dimly lit foyer, about 17 or 18 years old. Interestingly, she was dressed up as my anime idol, Rei Ayanami. Even in her dying moments, she had the mood for cosplay; this
girl was truly something else. I patted her already ashen and cold face. Judging from the lividity and rigor mortis, she had been dead for at least three days. The entire corpse spun slightly a few times at my touch before returning to stillness.
She was wearing a modified silver-white combat suit reminiscent of Rei Ayanami from Evangelion, her breasts and lower body exposed. Her face was round with a pointed chin, and she really did resemble Rei Ayanami somewhat. Her large, lifeless eyes stared blankly at the doorway, the pupils dilated, yet still revealing a look of ecstasy. I wonder what kind of hallucination she saw before her death? Her small mouth was half-open, a small section of her tongue playfully protruding from her lips. The corners of her mouth were upturned, almost as if she were smiling at me.
There was a large, dark yellow puddle at the feet of the corpse; it seemed she had urinated quite a bit before she died. I moved behind her and found her round buttocks exposed, with a dried-up feces hanging from her anus, and quite a bit more on the floor. This girl had not only lost control of her bladder but also her bowels. I felt a wave of nausea and was about to call the movers behind me to carry her body away when I suddenly noticed a small note stuck to her still full and perky breasts, which had turned gray. Out of curiosity, I tore the note off to read it. I couldn't help but chuckle. This girl, even in her dying moments, was worried we wouldn't be able to find her companions' bodies, so she wrote down the locations where they had hanged themselves. And at the end, she added, "If I lose control of my bladder before I die, could you please wipe me clean? Thank you so much!" She even drew a mischievous smiley face.
Heh, since the lady had made the request, how could I, as a gentleman, refuse? Besides, the girl had already prepared a bucket of water and a rag by the wall. I ordered the others to go to the second floor to move the body. Then I picked up a rag, dampened it, and carefully began wiping her bottom. The feces were pale yellow and dissolved completely in water, seemingly consisting mainly of sugar, starch, and cream. Considering the empty Hagendas ice cream tub on the nearby table, I deduced that the girl must have eaten too much ice cream before dying, causing her stomach to get cold and resulting in this excrement. After 24 hours, a person begins to soften, so the girl's body was now limp, though her muscles had lost their elasticity and her skin was a deathly gray. However, her full, pert buttocks were still very alluring. I cleaned her anus and legs, then jokingly patted her sexy little bottom, thinking: if she were alive, a beautiful girl like her would never have let a half-clone like me touch a hair. But now she had to rely on me to clean her most shameful parts, and even let me pat her body around. Death is truly unbelievable.
On the way back, I held the body in my arms the whole time, gently stroking her soft, smooth buttocks and breasts, until the car drove into the processing plant. Only then did I reluctantly pile her, along with the other female corpses in the car, into the morgue. They would remain here for a week before being launched to a distant space junkyard to become cosmic dust.
Goodbye, beautiful and mischievous little Lingbo, I hope to meet you again in the next life!

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