WARNING! ADULTS ONLY! This is an extreme work of erotic fantasy fiction that graphically describes the sexual torture and death by slow strangulation of a thirteen-year-old girl, as part of a high school biology lab demonstration. All persons, places and events are fictitious. If you are offended by this type of subject matter -- DO NOT READ BEYOND THIS WARNING! Most importantly, this story must not be read by or knowingly forwarded to anyone under the age of eighteen or whatever the age of majority is in their country of residence. To do so may be illegal.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT 

With abject apologies to Marquis for this unconscionable rip-off of his idea. (For more information on Marquis, see the post script.)

SENIOR BIOLOGY by JOEL CAIRO

A STUDENT BODY
   
   In theory, Walker High School was co-ed -- in practice, most of the classes were strictly segregated by gender. Bill and his life-long buddy Joe were hurrying along one of the corridors of the science wing, when Bill said, “I wonder who Sims is gonna use for the lab demonstration.”
  “I have no idea, but I know who I’d like it to be -- sugar-cakes Babs Decker!”
  “The blonde cheerleader?”
  “That’s the babe. She really knows how to toss it around -- and man, am I ever ready to play catch!”
  “Yeah, she’s hot all right. But what about that rad little freshman Mindy Wilson?”
  “Shit, man, we couldn’t be that lucky. She’s fucking gorgeous!”
  “Do you think the doc will let us...you know?”
  “Doesn’t he always? Come on, man! Get the lead out! We’re gonna be late!”
   No male student ever wanted to be late for one of Dr. Sims’ senior biology labs. 

   Bill and Joe charged through the door of the biological science lab at the sounding of the late bell. Dr. Sims looked up from behind his desk and said, “Good afternoon, gentlemen. We’re all so very pleased you could join us.” This evoked half a dozen snickers from the class, and Bill and Joe grinned sheepishly as they made their way to seats. 
   Dr. Sims smiled to himself as he sat at his desk and meaninglessly shuffled a stack of papers. He knew that every boy in the class, at the height of his sexual desire and potency, was in an agony of anticipation. And he couldn’t resist tormenting them a little before he finally stood up and said, “I hope you all read the chapter on female asphyxia, because it will be the subject of today’s lecture and demonstration, and a major part of the spring semester final. Of course, one or two of you bright fellows may have already figured this out when you saw the noose that is hanging over the demonstration platform.” This brought another flurry of snickers. Dr. Sims paused for effect, and then said, “I hope you will all pay close attention today, because extra help will not be, er, practical.” There was outright laughter this time. When it quieted down, Dr Sims smiled and said, “Shall we begin?” He pushed a button on the side of his desk, and the school matron entered the lab leading an astonishingly beautiful young girl.
   There were several sharp intakes of breath, and Bill nudged Joe in the ribs. It was Mindy Wilson! She was a bit shy of five feet tall and girlishly slender. The peaches and cream complexion of her adorable little heart-shaped face was framed by a mass of lustrous, flowing dark hair. She was wearing white sneakers and leg warmers, and a mini-length pale lavender silk sheath that tantalizingly revealed the outlines of her exquisite young body, and her pert little adolescent breasts in particular. Mindy Wilson was a school boy’s wet dream who, ever since she’d entered Walker High the previous autumn had been the star of numerous masturbation fantasies.

   Dr. Sims thanked the matron as she was leaving, and then turned to Mindy. “Do you know why you’re here, child?”
  “No, sir, not exactly.” Mindy had heard the evil rumors about girls not returning from Dr. Sims’ senior lab classes, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe them.
  “Well, my dear, you are here to demonstrate the effects of terminal strangulation on a young girl’s body.”
  In a quavering little voice, Mindy asked, “Does that m-mean your going to kill me?”
  “Terminal strangulation could hardly mean anything else.”
   Bill whispered excitedly to Joe, “Rad, man! We really lucked out! We’re gonna get to watch Mindy Wilson hang to death!” Joe didn’t answer, but he was suddenly sitting up straight and licking his lips.
   Tears had welled up in the girl’s innocent blue eyes. So Dr. Sims said, “Now there, young lady. I certainly hope you’re not going to start crying.”
  “I’m trying n-not to, Sir, but I’m so afraid. I don’t w-want to die.”
  “Well of course you don’t, but what you want isn’t very important; now is it? What does the girls’ sex education class teach you are the only reasons for your existence?
  “T-to totally submit to a man and give him pleasure in whatever ways he demands of me, and if I’m allowed to l-live long enough, to bear replacement girls.”
  “Correct, but of course the second part no longer applies to you. How old are you, Mindy?”
  “Thirteen, sir.”
   Dr. Sims looked around the room and asked, “Does anyone know why we are using a freshman girl for this particular demonstration?”
   A hand hesitantly raised in the back of the class, and a husky voice said, a bit uncertainly, “Because when girls are hanged to death, the younger ones who weigh under a hundred pounds usually last longer?”
  “Correct, Frank, but make your answers statements. Don’t put them as questions, or I might think you haven’t been studying. Also, you might have added that this results in a major benefit for those who are fortunate enough to watch her die. The longer it takes to kill a girl by asphyxiation, the more painful her death will be. In fact, some experts think slow strangulation is the most agonizing death a young girl can suffer. Hopefully we will get a few indications this afternoon as to whether or not this is true.”
   These comments brought on more than a few smiles of anticipation, including Dr. Sims’, who turned to Mindy and asked, “Are you a virgin?”
   Fearfully looking around the lab as if she couldn’t believe what was happening to her, the petrified girl said nothing.
   Dr. Sims hardened his voice and said, “I asked you a question, young lady! Are you a virgin?”
   Finally, the girl managed to gather up just enough courage to look down shyly and stammer, “Y-yes, sir.”
  “Good. Since this is a one-hour lab, that gives us enough time to accomplish a bit more than just hanging you to death. Gentlemen, you may put away your asphyxiation notes for the moment. Mindy, you may remove your clothes for us now.”
   As she began to unbutton her dress, Mindy who had never undressed in front of any male including her father, was embarrassed to the point of mortification. Every eye in the room was eagerly glued on the frightened young girl, and when she took off her dress and revealed her gorgeous little body accented by baby-pink lace bikini panties, there were enthusiastic whistles and catcalls of appreciation from all over the lab. Dr. Sims raised his hand and said, “That will be enough of that! There is no need to be crude!”
   Turning to Mindy, he said, “The sneakers, sox and panties too, please.”
   Mindy, with her head lowered in embarrassment, asked, “Must I, sir?”
  “Oh come now, girl. This is no time for modesty. This is the only chance you will ever get to please a man this way -- fifteen men, in fact...er, make that sixteen including myself.”
   Smiles cracked around the lab, and Joe whispered, “So the old fart’s human after all.”
   After Mindy had removed the few remnants of her clothing, Dr. Sims said, “Now put your arms behind your back and stand up straight, so we can get a good look at you.”
   Bill nudged Joe again, and whispered, “Hey, she doesn’t have any pussy hair. Do you think she shaves it?”
  “Nah. She’s just too young to grow any.”
   Those who were closest to the naked little girl could see a few tears running down her cheeks. 
   Carefully looking Mindy over, Dr. Sims said approvingly, “Lovely. Quite lovely.” Then turning to the class, he said, “Now, gentlemen, those of you who can remember back as far as last semester will recall that we covered deflowering a virgin in theory only, a practical example being impossible for lack of a suitable demonstration subject. A deficiency that will be nicely filled today by our attractive little friend here. Mindy, please get onto this lab table and lie down on your back.”
   Sniffling back her tears, the girl did as she was told. Then Dr. Sims asked, “Do I have any volunteers?”
   Every hand in the class shot up at once. Dr. Sims chuckled and said, “It’s not for what you think. I need four husky bucks to hold down the girl’s wrists and ankles.” Not a hand lowered. Dr. Sims smiled and said, “All right then, Frank, Simon, Hans...and...er, Bill, please come up to the lab table and spread-eagle the girl.”
   Joe whispered, “You lucky bastard!”
   
SEX EDUCATION

The four hulking high school seniors pinioned Mindy’s delicate wrists and ankles to the table, and then leered down at the beautiful little freshman girl with undisguised lust as she whimpered in fear. 
   Dr. Sims said, “Frank, Hans, spread her legs a little farther apart. That’s it. Hold them right there. Now the rest of you may gather around, but leave some room at the foot of the table.”
   Dr. Sims walked over to his desk and returned with a thick, ten inch, anatomically perfect dildo that was carved out of some kind of polished dark wood that made it look like an object of primitive erotic art. Then he asked, “Which one of you posted the highest score on the fall semester final?
   Joe said, “That was me.”
   Dr. Sims handed him the dildo and said, “Please do the honors.”
   Joe grinned at Bill and said, “Yes, sir!”
   Raising her pretty head off the table, Mindy saw the huge dildo in Joe’s hand and panicked: “Please, Dr Sims! Don’t let him do it! It’s too big! It will never fit inside me!”
  “Shush, girl. You would be amazed at what we could force inside you if we wanted to.”
  “But it will hurt so bad!”
  “Well of course it will.”
   Totally defeated, Mindy’s head dropped back on the table, and she began crying.
   Ignoring the girl, Dr. Sims said, “Place the tip of the dildo against the entrance to her vagina.”
   Joe did so, but then he asked, “er, shouldn’t I lubricate this thing or something?”
  “Do you want to?”
   Joe smiled and said, “Not really.”
  “Well, proceed then. Begin by slowly pushing it into Mindy.”
   Joe started applying pressure to the unnecessarily large dildo, but after about fifteen seconds he said, “It’s not going into her. Maybe it is too big.”
  “Nonsense, Joseph. Push harder. 
   Joe added more pressure, and at last he saw the petal-like lips of the girl’s small vagina spread and the thick dildo head slowly inch its way inside her body. Mindy cried out and tried to squirm away from the pain, but the four boys held her firmly pinned to the tabletop. Oh, God! It hurts! They’re going to split me in half!”
   The large dildo head finally disappeared inside the crying girl. But Joe, his handsome face twisted into an evil grin, continued to force the monstrous artificial penis into her small body, until it penetrated two inches and came to a stop. Joe looked up and said, “It won’t go in any deeper.”
   Dr. Sims asked, “Who knows what is preventing Joseph from reaching his goal?’
   Hans said, “Her hymen.”
  “Correct, but I have always preferred the less technical but more poetic ‘maidenhead.’” 
   Helplessly lying there in pain, Mindy was sickened by the way they callously talked about her, as if she was just a thing to be used for their cruel pleasure -- which, of course, she was.
  “Now, Joseph,” Dr. Sims said, “it will take an extra-hard shove to burst through Mindy’s maidenhead and force your way up to her cervical wall. Are you ready?”
  “Am I ever!”
  “All right then. Hold her tight, gentlemen. Our little girl isn’t going to like this. Go ahead, Joseph.”
   Mindy, her eyes wide with fear, cried out, “Pleeeease!! Nooo!!!!”
  “Hush, girl!” Dr Sims said angrily. “Pleading will do you no good. Proceed, Joseph.”
   Realizing there would be no mercy or possible escape from their brutality, Mindy bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. Joe gripped the dildo firmly and violently slammed it into the girl with all his might. Something inside her ruptured. Blood squirted out of her obscenely stretched vagina, and Mindy arched her back and shrieked in agony. Instantly, every penis in the room was as hard as the dildo, and there were more than a few noticeable groans of pleasure mixed in with the thirteen-year-old girl’s bitter sobs that followed. 
   Recovering from his own wave of erotic excitement, Dr. Sims said, “Well done, young man. Now push the dildo into her again.”
  “But most of it’s inside her. It can’t go any deeper into her -- can it?”
  “No, it cannot, but I wish to demonstrate something else.”
   Joe gripped the dildo again and pressed it into the girls cervical wall. 
  “Push harder, Joseph. She won’t break.”
   It didn’t feel that way to poor Mindy. With a voice choked with tears, the cruelly impaled girl cried out, “Don’t!! Please!!! Stop!!!”
  “Ignore her. Push harder!”
   Joe gritted his teeth, and ground the massive dildo into the little girl’s cervix. Nearly blinded by the pain, she screamed hysterically, “Stop!! Stop!! You’re killing meeee!!!”
  “No you’re not, Joseph. Keep pushing! Harder!”
   The thirteen-year-old’s sobs came to a shuddering stop, her chest expanded, and a piercing shriek reverberated throughout the lab. Joe kept up the terrible pressure, and when Mindy recovered her breath, they all were treated to another titillating scream of a beautiful young girl in intolerable vaginal pain.
   Then Dr. Sims said, “That is enough. You can ease up now.”
   Joe reluctantly let go of the dildo, but left it deeply imbedded inside the pain racked girl.
   Dr. Sims said, “Enjoyable as it was for all of us, that last little demonstration was for the benefit of the few of you who may be extra-well endowed, as an example of how a large penis can be used to hurt a petite girl like Mindy, even after her virginity has been taken. Three out of the fifteen young faces cracked self-satisfied grins. “All right, Joseph, you may take it out of her.”
   Joe pulled on the dildo, and it slowly came out of the Mindy’s squirming little body with a wet sucking noise. She squealed, and the small pool of blood between her legs grew larger.
   The crowd of turned-on males stared down at the stunned girl, delighted by the pain-induced twitches of her beautiful little body. Finally, Dr. Sims said, “Turn her over please, gentlemen.”
   The four boys who were holding her down guessed what was coming, and were smiling as they turned the whimpering girl over onto her belly.
   Thinking her ordeal was over, the confused and frightened Mindy asked, “W-what are you going to do?”
  “You’re only half finished, my dear.”
   Suddenly realizing what Dr. Sims meant, the horrified little girl screamed, “Oh, God, no!! You can’t do that to me!! You just can’t!!!”
  “Silence, child! Haven’t you learned that we can do whatever we wish to you?”
  “Please!! Don’t hurt me like that!! Pleeease!!!” Dr. Sims ignored her, so Mindy looked up pleadingly at Bill -- a boy she’d liked from afar -- only to see the fierce, predatory gleam in his eyes. Oh no! Him too! He can’t wait to see them hurt me again! Mindy tucked her head into her shoulder and cried as if her heart was breaking.
   Dr. Sims reached down and spread Mindy’s firm young butt cheeks. Then he said to Joe, “You know what to do to her.”
   Joe pressed the dildo into the girl’s tiny puckered bum hole, thinking, This thing will never fit inside her ass, but what the hell, here goes! 
   Feeling the cruel invader about to penetrate her vulnerable little body for the second time, Mindy desperately tried to defend herself by clenching her teeth and squeezing her sphincter muscle as tightly as possible, but Joe kept increasing the pressure until she felt her rectum slowly start to give way and then painfully spread open as the huge dildo began to move inside her. She screamed, and continued screaming until Joe had forced the dildo almost five inches into her impossibly stretched colon. He paused for a moment and then viciously drove another three inches of the dildo into the tortured little girl. It was then that thirteen-year-old Mindy Wilson learned what pain really was. A blinding flash of pure agony radiated out of her colon and stabbed through her lower belly. It was so intense, so all-consuming, it choked off her breath and silenced her piercing screams. Her mouth gaped open, but all that came out were strangled little gasps. And as Joe continued to inch the dildo still deeper inside her entrails, Mindy gagged and her impaled little body began to buck and jerk with retching dry-heaves, while blood from the girl’s ruptured bowels slowly seeped out of her rectum. 
   Still, Joe relentlessly pushed the dildo into the depths of Mindy’s convulsing body, until Dr. Sims tapped him on the shoulder and said, “That’s enough, Joseph. We don’t want to kill her, just yet. Now, remove the dildo slowly and carefully. It wouldn’t do to have this sweet young thing start hemorrhaging on us.”
   Joe did as we was told, but when all but an inch of the dildo had been pulled out of her, Mindy found her breath again and screamed one last time. Her body shook violently and then became still. Afraid that the girl might have passed out from the pain, Dr. Sims checked her pulse by feeling her jugular vein. Then he heard a sharp intake of breath, and Mindy began crying once more. 
   So with a sigh of both relief and regret, Dr. Sims said, “You may release her, gentlemen.” Then he added, “Joseph, please clean off the dildo in the lab sink; and, Jason, summon the school nurse to clean up the remainder of this mess -- and tell her to hurry! There are only thirty-five minutes left until the end of the period. The rest of you please return to your seats and take out your asphyxia notes.”
   Mindy just lay on the cold, hard table, her lovely adolescent body quaking with uncontrollable sobs. 

   Joe took the bloody dildo over to the sink, and as he began to scrub it clean he saw what he had mistaken for darkness of the wood color were actually the stains from many years of use. Joe thought wistfully about all the pleasure he’d missed, and thought,  Maybe I should be a biology teacher. Hell, why not?

   When the dowdy, middle-aged school nurse arrived, she took one look at the devastated young girl, and angrily said, “Oh! You men! I wish you’d give me some advance notice when you plan something like this, Dr. Sims!”
  “My sincerest apologies, Miss Gristholm, but the opportunity came up on rather short notice.”
   Somewhat mollified, the nurse asked, “Are you going to do anything more to the girl?”
  “Yes, but she will not require additional medical attention.”
   Satisfied that her rigid self-imposed routine would not be disturbed again, Miss Gristholm roughly cleaned the blood from between the girl’s shapely young thighs and sprayed a powerful astringent into her wounded vagina and anus that burned like fire. Mindy winced, but compared to the ordeal she’d just been put through, it wasn’t enough to make her cry. 
   The desperate girl thought of begging the nurse to save her, but when she looked into Miss Gristholm’s cold eyes and found not the slightest spark of pity, she knew it would be futile. So by the time the nurse left and Dr. Sims told the girl to stand on the low, two-foot-square demonstration platform, she did so in hopeless despair. With nowhere to turn for mercy, beautiful thirteen-year-old Mindy Wilson knew she was going to die.

THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD
   
   Dr. Sims lowered the sinister looking noose over Mindy’s head and synched it tightly around her slender neck. Then he turned to the class and said, “You will notice that we do not have a trapdoor. I can assure you this is not caused by any deficiency in the school budget. All of you have seen western films where the outlaw is standing on the gallows, a lever is pulled and the miscreant falls to his doom. Who can tell us why this usually isn’t done when a girl is hanged to death?” 
   Most of the hands in the room went up, and Dr. Sims said, “Ah, I see that many of you actually did the assigned reading. All right, Bill, give us the obvious answer for the benefit of the few who don’t know it.”
  “It’s because it breaks the girl’s neck, and kills her too quickly.”
  “Correct, of course. For most of us there would be scant enjoyment in just watching a limp body dangle from a rope, even if it the body was as beautiful as little Mindy‘s.”
   Listening to them heartlessly discuss the terrible way she was about to be killed, Mindy was horrified to discover how much these boys wanted her to suffer. Her naked little body was shivering with dread while Dr. Sims got a short length of rope from his desk, and then securely tied her hands behind her back. After he’d finished, he asked, “Who knows why it is customary to tie a girl’s arms behind her back before she is hung?”
   The lab was silent, until Frank finally raised his hand and said, “It makes the girl look helpless and sexy.”
   The class broke out in derisive laughter at Frank’s answer. But when the mirth died down sufficiently, Dr. Sims said, “Correct! There is no practical reason. It is simply a matter of her killer’s aesthetic sensibilities.” He let his students stew in their embarrassment for a few moments, and then asked, “Are there any questions?”
   A voice from the back of the lab asked, “Are we allowed to jerk-off?” 
   Oh, how awful! Mindy thought. Are they really going to do that while they‘re killing me?
  “Please, Walter! The proper term is masturbate! But I’m glad you brought this up. I know -- as do you all at this point in your education -- that no sight is as sexually arousing as watching a beautiful young girl die, especially when her death is as slow and as painful as Mindy’s is going to be. So yes, you will be permitted the release of masturbation.” This was greeted with thankful mummers. “However! I have received a number of angry complaints from the janitor. You must use the tissues provided and clean up after yourselves! If I receive just one more complaint, the privilege of masturbating during lab demonstrations will be permanently revoked. Is this clearly understood?” An out-of-sync chorus of meek “yes, sirs” went around the room. “Good. Then it seems we are ready to begin. Joseph, will you please assist me again?”
   Bill leaned over and whispered, “I think the doc’s in love with you, Joseph.” Before he got stood up, Joe punched Bill in the arm -- hard. 

   As he crossed the lab, Joe could feel the tension mounting in a room charged with sadistic sexual blood lust. He looked at the gorgeous little thing who was about to be mercilessly strangled to death in front of sixteen powerfully aroused males who couldn’t wait to get off on her mortal agony, and he thought, Yeah, a biology teacher! I could be doing this every a week!

   Dr. Sims said, “Joseph, you will observe that the hanging rope runs up through a pulley on the ceiling, then over to that other ceiling pulley by the window and down to a tie-off cleat on the wall. Go over to the widow and standby for my instructions. I will first ask you to pull the girl up onto her tiptoes. Hold her there until I nod. Then lift her off the platform, but by no more than one or two inches. Once this is done, you may tie off the rope and return to your seat to observe Mindy’s death with the rest of the class. Is all of this clear?”
   Joe had a momentary vision of the rope cruelly tightening around Mindy’s soft, white throat. Then it suddenly sunk in that he was going to be the one who actually killed the girl, and a wave of indescribable sexual pleasure surged through his loins. So it was with a voice thick with passion that Joe finally replied, “Yes, sir.” 
   Dr. Sims smiled knowingly, and turning to their petrified little victim, he asked, “How much do you weigh?”
  “Eighty-five or eighty-six pounds, I think. But please...”
   Dr. Sims cut her off with an imperious wave of his hand, and turning to the class, he said, “Mindy’s weight is just about ideal. Therefore, as I’m sure you will be pleased to hear, she should last quite a long time. Some oaf clapped, but with everyone so keyed up it was ignored, even by Dr. Sims who continued, “I will be making a number if important comments throughout the duration of this young lady‘s hanging, and taking notes will be mandatory.” There were several loud groans. He smiled and added, “but since your writing hands are likely to be otherwise engaged, you have my permission to use your pocket recorders, which you should activate now.” Then turning back to Mindy, he said, “Now, child, do you have anything final to say?” 
   With tears in her eyes and a voice quavering with fear, she pleaded, “Please don’t do this to me, sir! Please don‘t kill me! Please! I’ll do anything you want! Anything!”
  “Tut-tut, girl. Watching you die is what we want the most. But we did enjoy hearing you beg for mercy. Take her up on her tiptoes, Joseph.”
  “Please! No! Ple...guurghk!”
  “Just a little higher, Joseph. That’s it. Perfect. Now hold her there.” And to Mindy: “How does that feel, child?”
   There were a few seconds of silence; then a strangled little voice whispered, “...hurts...”
   “We are all pleased to hear that, Mindy. Slow-hanging a girl to death is meant to hurt her very badly.”
   “...please...c-can’t...breathe...”                                       
   “Nonsense. You haven’t begun to really strangle yet. You can even manage to speak, a little.” Then turning to the enthralled boys, Dr. Sims said, “She can still breathe, all be it with great difficulty. Nevertheless, this initial level of Mindy’s torment has a number of interesting, and if I may say so, attractive features.” 
   His students didn’t need convincing. Every eye in the room was riveted on the gorgeous naked girl, as she struggled to minimize the choking pressure on her throat, while her torturous breathing made low rasping noises as if she had to claw each precious ounce of air into her lungs. 
  “First, you may be able to make out that Mindy’s little nipples are quite hard and erect. This, however, is a fear response rather than a sexual response. The fanciful tales of girls having spontaneous orgasms while they are being strangled to death, I’m sorry to say, are just myths caused by the fact that a young girl’s vagina sometimes lubricates profusely when she is close to death, or she experiences extreme pain for the first time, or both. 
  “Next I call your attention to her delicious little legs.” No one objected. “Notice how her calf and thigh muscles are straining to keep the girl on her tiptoes to prevent the noose from cutting off her remaining oxygen supply. This of course is futile, because as the stress on these muscles continues to increase, they begin to hurt badly; as I’m sure Mindy’s legs and ankles are hurting now. Eventually the pain will become unbearable and her leg muscles will spasm, causing her fall off her tiptoes and begin strangling in earnest. However, this usually terrifies a girl to such an extent she manages to get back up on her toes in spite of the pain. I once saw a pretty twelve-year-old blonde -- a little dancer I think -- who out of desperation was able to maintain this delightful cycle of torment for almost forty-five minutes before she finally succumbed. It is a fascinating way to torture a young female to death that requires almost no effort on her killer’s part. Unfortunately, we do not have enough time to fully subject little Mindy to it. ...Ah, I see her thighs are beginning to tremble now.”

   Dr. Sims moved close to the desperately straining girl and began to fondle and caress her delicate adolescent breasts. Then he looked directly into her tear-filled eyes and said, “Good by, Mindy.” 
  “...don’t...please...”
   But the smiling Dr. Sims nodded, and Joe lifted the Mindy’s bare feet off the platform, and the naked thirteen-year-old beauty began to squirm in the noose’s death grip. He backed away from her to un-obstruct the view, then he checked his watch and said, “For those of you who are attempting to control the time of your ejaculations, Mindy has approximately four more minutes to live.”
   Struggling in pain and mortal terror, the innocent girl silently pleaded, Oh God! Please help me! It hurts so bad! Please, God! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!!! But it was Satan, not God, who ruled Walker High.
   Looking around the lab, Dr. Sims saw his students had things well in hand, so to speak, so he continued his narration to enhance their knowledge and pleasure. “The first stage in this pretty little thing’s true strangulation offers some enticing attractions. Notice how the poor dear is still desperately trying to get her feet back on the platform, which intentionally is only a tantalizing inch beneath her outstretched little toes. This will end soon when the girl looses all control of her body movements. More importantly, the noose has tightly closed around Mindy’s slender neck and is crushing her delicate throat tissues, hurting her severely in the process. Her windpipe is squeezed shut -- but not completely. Though the tiny amount of air passing through her severely constricted throat is not nearly enough to keep the girl alive, it is just enough to make these wonderful little squeaking gurgles that men find so appealing, and which she should entertain us with right up until her finish. Also observe how her little tongue is being forced out of her mouth in a perpetual gag reflex. Pay attention to this, gentlemen, because it will become an indicator of how close Mindy is to her death.” Then Dr. Sims looked at his watch and said, “About three minutes to go.”
   Stroking himself slowly, Bill thought, This is too fantastic! Don’t think I can last!
   Joe, doing the same, his eyes burning with sadistic lust, thought, Oh yeah! Feel the pain, little baby! Suffer for me! Die in agony!!!
   Dealing with internal fires of his own, Dr. Sims was barely able to keep his voice level as he went on with his pedantic lecture: “Ah, yes, our charming little girl is in some difficulty now...” 
   To say that Mindy was in some difficulty was an appalling understatement. The crushing pressure on her delicate neck had become unbearable. Tears of pain streamed down her cheeks. Her eyes were bulging perceptibly, and her mouth was open wide in a silent scream of absolute terror. Still, Dr. Sims heartlessly droned on. 
  “...Notice that her face is flushed, and her tongue is thickening and being forced further out of her mouth. These are unmistakable signs that Mindy’s strangulation is becoming extremely painful. While it would not be nearly so pleasurable for us to watch, it would be easier on Mindy if she could manage to remain relatively motionless; but fortunately the girl is loosing control of her body movements and beginning to writhe uncontrollably in her torment. It will get much worse for her shortly. Two minutes, gentlemen.”
   For a few class members, Dr. Sims’ timing announcements had become meaningless. They had been so erotically stimulated by their first sight of a naked young girl being hanged to death, it had been impossible for them to suppress their orgasms. Now, an “oh shit” followed by a groan of pleasure told of another sexually overexcited boy falling by the wayside with his eyes pleasure-glazed eyes fixed upon Mindy’s writhing body.
   Then the lab went silent for a few moments, except for the faint gurgling noises from the slowly strangling teenage beauty. Dr. Sims had paused and was thinking, I must remember to call the culinary class right away. They always want bodies to be as fresh as possible. Then he went on with his gruesome running commentary: “This is the point in a girl’s hanging that men usually enjoy the most, and it is easy to see why. Mindy is at the apex of her mortal agony. In addition to being hurt terribly by the choking pressure of the noose, her oxygen-starved lungs feel as if they are being stabbed through with white-hot swords. But worst of all, the poor child’s heart is beating so franticly it feels like it’s about to burst. It won’t of course, but it is shooting binding shocks of pain throughout the arteries and veins of her torso, arms and legs. The totality of Mindy’s exquisite suffering is marvelously animated for us by the torturous writhing of the her superb young body, which as you can see is beautifully accented by a lustrous sheen of pain perspiration. It’s sad to think that it all will be over in another minute or so. This lovely young girl has never been as beautiful, or as sexually appealing, as she is right now in these final agonizing moments of her short life.”
   Mindy still was fully conscious, but her vision was blurring and Dr. Sins’ droning words were fading into the distance. And although she was in excruciating pain, she could feel parts of herself beginning to lose their hopeless fight for life. Mindy had desperately hoped and prayed that somehow there would be a reprieve, that Dr. Sims would let he down at the last minute. But the terrible truth could no longer be denied. I’m dying...Oh God, they‘re killing meee!!! 
   “Some girls lose control of their bladders shortly before they die. It will be interesting to see if this applies to today’s little subject.” Then Dr. Sims became unable to disguise the growing pleasure in his voice when he said, “Notice that Mindy’s futile struggles are at finally coming to an end.” 
   With his eyes hungrily transfixed on the dying thirteen-year-old girl and his sadistic passion at the bursting point, Bill groaned and thought, Can’t last...Aw shit, here it comes!...Aaaaaaaarrgh! He wasn’t alone.
  “You will observe that the lack of oxygen, and her violent struggles, have weakened the girl to the point where her writhing has all but ceased, except for a few spasmodic twitches which are caused by the intense shocks of pain that are still surging through her torso. Mindy remains aware and able to feel most everything that is happening to her, even if her dying little body no longer has the strength to vigorously respond to her agony.”
   But for the girl’s fading gurgles and the heavy breathing of the few remaining boys who still were masturbating furiously, the lab took on a tense, expectant silence.
   Then Dr. Sims resumed: “Mindy’s face has acquired a bluish cast. Her eyes are staring blankly into space, and her tongue is hanging listlessly out of the corner of her mouth. These are unmistakable signs that the girl is reaching the moment of her death....Yes....Yes! She‘s starting to go!”
   Joe, transported to the zenith of sexual ecstasy, was drinking in the final tortured seconds of Mindy’s life. Yeah! Strangle! Strangle to death! Die, you gorgeous little thing! Die!!!
   And as if she was responding to Joe’s perverse desires, the girl’s lovely blue eyes rolled back in her head. And in one last paroxysm of hellish torment, her exquisite young body began to jerk and spasm in its torturous death throes. Then after a particularly violent convulsion, her slender back arched painfully for a few seconds, as though it was the little girl’s last desperate attempt to escape her doom. Then she slumped, jerked one last time and hung limply from the gently swaying noose. Several feeble post-mortem twitches passed through her body, and beautiful Mindy Wilson’s part in the lab demonstration was over.   

   Stunned by the incredible erotic impact of the innocent thirteen-year-old girl’s cruel death, it took several minutes for Dr. Sims and his students to come down from their sexual ecstasies. Continuing to grasp his still rigid penis, Joe said, to no one in particular, “Man, that was somethin’! I never got off on anything like that before! It was fantastic!”
   Bill just stared into space with pleasure glazed eyes. 
   Finally, with the ancient Telecron wall clock indicating that the period was almost over, Dr. Sims cleared his throat and said, “Well, it has been an interesting and I think highly enjoyable lab session, thanks in no small measure to a beautiful little subject who died magnificently. However, this unfortunately closes the chapter on female asphyxia for this course. Your close attention during the demonstration was noted and will be reflected in your grades. I hope all of you will use what you learned today to enhance you future pleasures. ...Ah, there is the bell. But before you all rush off; you will need to bring your lab aprons next week. We will be dissecting a live girl from the middle school. Good afternoon, gentlemen.”

POST SCRIPT

Comments and criticisms are always welcome. 

Those who are interested in reading the series of excellent stories that provided the idea and inspiration for Senior Biology, and especially if you are enthusiastic about the idea of hanging pretty teenage girls to death in a school setting, go to http://scrye.com/~marquis/index.html (a huge free site) and look for the name Miss Witherspoon in the strangulation section of “old stories.” Also look for Hang One For the Home Team in the same section. It’s not part of the Witherspoon series, but it is short, sweet and one of my favorites. However, please note: The Marquis server sometimes has bandwidth problems. If you have difficulty entering the site, try again late at night or early in the morning, US eastern time (05:00 to 11:00 GMT). 

Joel Cairo
10/18/01

Modified 
04/09/03