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 **Monthly Executions: Bianca Ruiz**

   Ephe, shot, snuff, viol, f-self, piss

   "Bianca Ruiz, please step up to the Termination Chair!" Mr.  Cunning
boomed across the auditorium.

   Bianca yelped at the announcement, although it was not entirely a yelp
of surprise.  At the end of each month the student who had the lowest grade
would be snuffed in front of the whole school, and Bianca's grades were
abysmal.  She expected either Sabrina or Jin to be the ones to die, since
their grades were just as bad due to both of them being pregnant.  Bianca
supposed that none of them would reach the end of the year, anyways.

   The 16-year-old Latina got up from her seat and sluggishly made her way
to the stage and to her demise, holding her head down and ignoring the gaze
of onlookers as she passed their seats.  The fear of death was bad enough,
but the humiliation of knowing that everyone would be watching was
unbearable.

   Mrs.  Dean, a 30-something blonde with huge tits, approached Bianca. 
"Remove your uniform and leave them on the steps," she instructed.

   Bianca expected this; she had been attending these monthly executions
for two years now.

   "Is this really necessary?" She mumbled as she quickly threw off her
clothes and dropped them on the floor.  Then her cheeks went red as she
quickly realized the number of boys in the audience who were now looking at
her naked body, many of whom were making cat calls or whistling.

   "Now go sit in that chair."

   Bianca took a seat in the metal foldable chair with her legs spread open
for everyone to see her shaved cunt; if the boys wanted to admire her body
then she would put on a little show.  Her fingers went to her pussy and she
started to masturbate.

   After thirty more seconds a man walked onto the stage holding a
semi-automatic pistol.  He came to a halt behind her and grabbed her long
black hair.

   "Can you please let me finish?" She whined.

   "Can you cum in three seconds?" He asked as he lifted her hair and
pressed the gun against the back of her head.

   Fear overwhelmed her and, rather than cum, she let out a stream of piss
in the last second before he actually pulled the trigger.  Splattered blood
stained her hair as the bullet tore a hole in her brain and ricochet off
the other end, turning her brain to mush.

   Her head slumped back in the chair; her executioner stared down into her
vacant twitching eyes as blood poured from her wound, soaking through her
hair before forming a puddle on the floor.  Between her legs piss continued
to spray from her dead urethral and dripped loudly onto the floor.

   Her body was stuffed and displayed in front of the principal's office
for the next month, before being sold off to some pervert when the next
student took her place.