This fic has necrophilia, murder, and a lot of other shit.


Bianca awoke with a yawn as she pulled the covers off her warm bed. Sunlight peeked through the curtains and the carpet cracked under her feet as the young girl slowly crawled out of bed. It was her birthday, and knowing that her parents always made her a special breakfast, she wanted to be ready, and so she put on her Buneary slippers before heading downstairs.

As she did, she heard faint whispers, but being half asleep, she didn't give it much thought. Past the stairs was the kitchen, but what confused her was that it didn't smell like breakfast. The sun had yet to rise and it was too dark to see what had been put out, or where her parents were. She started walking into the living room, where the lights were also turned off. As soon as she entered though, ready to call out for her parents- "SURPRISE!" - came the combined voice of her parents, Hilda, Hilbert, and Cheren as the lights of the downstairs area flickered on. A banner that said "Happy 10th Bianca!" hung above the kitchen and the furniture had been rearranged to accommodate a large table with a birthday cake fit for the occasion, depicting a Pokeball made out of the frosting.

"W-wow!" Bianca exclaimed as she looked around at her friends and parents, all smiling at her. She felt tears involuntarily coming to her eyes, even as the smile never left her face. "You…you didn't…awww!"

"Yeah we did!" Hilbert, Hilda's brother, replied while the birthday girl made her way to the table. Her mother began cutting the cake while her friends gathered around.

"This is great," Hilda happily declared. "Soon you'll be able to get your first Pokemon, like Hilbert and I. Then we just have to wait on Cheren~"

"Hey, just because I'm the youngest doesn't mean you get to underestimate me! When I get mine, I'm gonna beat you all in a battle!" The young boy promised, making everyone laugh.

"Do we get to eat the cake right now?" Bianca asked as she eyed it with glee.

Her mother smiled in approval even as her father gave her the strangest expression of skepticism. Soon the cake was evenly divided between all members of the celebration, and they sang the birthday song to Bianca in the most lovingly ear-shattering way imaginable. They finished, and immediately Bianca's father spoke up. "Thinking of adventuring with a girl now, are you, Bianca?"

The kids were a little stunned by the sudden hostility, but Bianca's mother quickly waved down her husband. "Oh, relax, they're kids, of course they want to travel together. Besides, Cheren and Hilbert are here, aren't they?"

"Yeah!" Hilbert replied. "Cheren and I are going to be the best Trainers ever!"

"No I will!" Bianca cried. "I'm gonna travel allllll of Unova and be the best trainer ever! I'll even beat both of you!"

Hilda laughed. "As if, you're too nice to do that, Bianca. You'd be a much better Nurse, or a Daycare person."

"Nuh uh, Bianca can be tough too!" Hilbert stuck his tongue out at his sister. "You're gonna be the one who sucks, you're always so weird."

This little comment resulted in Hilda throwing her fork at her brother, which caused Hilbert to lunge across the table and a small sibling brawl to develop that took them out of the kitchen in a surprisingly clean manner, leaving a slightly rattled family and Cheren behind.

"What do you think, Cheren?" Bianca suddenly asked. "Do you think I'll be a good trainer?"

The boy seemed to mull it over for a bit before he looked her in the eyes and answered. "I think…you could, if you really try," he replied before being caught off guard by a sudden hug.

"Yay! I knew you'd believe in me!" she yelled while squeezing him even tighter, prompting a miffed response.

"I-I'm still gonna be better than you though!" he added, and she laughed.

Hilda's father was grumbling something, and his wife made him leave the room to console him for reasons outside of the children's comprehension. What was in their comprehension was Hilbert returning to the table with tears in his eyes and Hilda returning with a self-satisfied smile.

"What happened?" Bianca asked with concern as she finally released Cheren so she could rush over and hug Hilbert.

Hilbert bit the inside of his cheek, but Hilda noticed that their parents were gone, which meant she could say exactly what.

"I bit his dick so hard he started to cry. Might makes right, little bro~"

"I hate you-" Hilbert spat back.

"His…what?" Bianca asked, tilting her head while Cheren turned beet red.

"D-DON'T SAY THAT!!" Cheren cried, waving his arms around as if to quiet Hilda down.

"Penis, penis~" Hilda sang in Cheren's direction.

"God, why is my sister so weird," Hilbert winced. "Bianca, I'm sorry..."

"For what? What's a…'penis'?" Bianca asked, just as her parents came back.

"Honey, who don't you let your friends take you to Professor Juniper's?" her mother asked Bianca. Hilbert immediately jumped at the opportunity. "C'mon Bianca, I'll take you!"

Hilda shrugged. "I'll hang out with Cheren, I guess. Hey, Cheren, wanna play Poke-Fighter back at my house while Bianca gets her Pokemon?"

"Just as long as you don't bite me when I win," Cheren replied.

Alright!" Bianca said, and turned to Hilbert. "Come on! Let's go! I wanna get my Pokémon already!"

Hilda creamed Cheren every round of Poke-Fighter, and highlighting that she never said she agreed to his terms, she made sure to bite him at least once.

Later that night, Hilda answered a knock on her front door from an excitable Bianca. "Oh, hey, did you get it!?" she asked with clear joyous anticipation.

Bianca smiled and revealed a shiny new red and white pokeball. "Yep~! Wanna see~?"

"Yeah, Hilbert went to bed early, so show me outside. What did Juniper offer you?" Hilda inquired while closing the front door and motioning for Bianca to go around to the side of the house. "I got to choose from a Patrat, a Snivy, and a Woobat."

"I think it was a Tepig, Munna, and another Patrat." Bianca said as she twirled the ball in her hand for a bit. She then pressed the button, and tossed the ball, allowing a pink Pokémon to come out. "I picked the Munna, because I think it's adorable!"

Hilda giggled as she reached out to pet the small, floral Psychic-type. "That's adorable, Bianca, it really fits you as a person."

"Thank you!! I haven't named her yet, because I'm not really great at naming things." Bianca explained with a giggle, before she retracted the sleepy Pokémon back into its ball. "Come on, let's go back, I want some more cake!"

"Actually, hold on a second, I wanted to ask you about something. Why was your dad being so weird about you adventuring with another girl?"

"Huh? Oh, I don't know, he's always been weird about that." Bianca answered with a shrug.

"Is he one of those guys who, like, hates gay people or something?" Hilda asked. "My mom says she knew a guy like that, he was a…'dick' was the word she used."

"…Gay?" Bianca asked. Another word that was unfamiliar to her. "What's that?"

"Oh, it's like," Hilda blushed a bit as she thought about it. "So, you know how your mom and dad are a girl and a guy?"

"Mhm."

"Gays are like that, but it's two girls, or two guys."

"You can do that?!" Bianca asked, shocked.

"Uh, yeah! Honestly I think it sounds nicer than being married like your parents are. I mean, could you imagine marrying my dork brother?"

"Um…" Her face turned red. "N-not really, no. I think out of our friends, you'd be the one I'd want to marry."

Hilda blushed with even more strength. "Th-then, maybe…would you like to…try dating?"

"I thought you had to be an adult to date." Bianca asked, grasping her head. This was all so confusing.

"I mean, we can try. Obviously we wouldn't kiss or anything but…I mean, I'd hold your hand?"

"Like this?" Bianca asked while grabbing her hand, because to her, it wasn't a big deal.

Hilda squealed with what was clearly the beginnings of some very gay thoughts, but she still gripped the girl's hand tightly. "Y-yeah, this feels…nice?"

"Well, what else do dating people do?" Bianca asked, her smile warm.

"Well, my brother and mother are going to be out of town tomorrow~" Hilda replied. "Maybe you can come over to my house and I could show you~"

"Okay!" Bianca said, unaware of the tone of Hilda's voice and what it might imply. "So…can we go get cake now?"

Hilda smiled warmly. "Of course, Bianca~"


The next day, Bianca knocked on Hilda's door, wearing a cute outfit she usually only saved for special occasions, but put on to look nice for Hilda. Her parents didn't actually know she was there, but she was sure even if they did, they'd probably be fine with it. Hilda opened the door and, by contrast, was still wearing just her pajamas. "Bianca, come inside!"

"H-hi?" Bianca stammered as she entered the house. "Where's Hilbert?"

Hilda chuckled. "Gone with Mom, why?"

"W-well, I assumed he'd be here. We usually do everything together, Cheren too."

"Well, Bianca, a date is usually between two people," Hilda explained as she hugged the girl close and walked her inside to the living room.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Hilda answered. "It's two people chatting, getting to know each other, and well, if things…happen, they happen!"

"Getting to know each other? But, we already know each other really well."

"Here, let's make it a game?" Hilda asked before continuing anyway. "You say something you think about me, I say something I think about you, okay?"

"Sure! You, uh, every day we play together is a great day!"

"Thanks, you look adorable!" Hilda praised the girl. "You remind me of this girl I saw in the news once."

"Um…okay." Bianca said. "That's a weird comparison."

"Yeah," Hilda replied without much thought as to what Bianca had said. "She went missing and her family found her in an alleyway in Castelia City three weeks later. She'd been fucked by a Machamp so hard it broke her pelvis and she starved to death in a dumpster. The video is still online, it's pretty easy to find."

"I…" Bianca sputtered while her brain tried to interpret all of what she just heard. "I don't know what several of the things you said meant."

Hilda's eyes suddenly went sparkly as she reached for the TV remote. "Hold on, I can find it on PokeTube!"

"Hilda, I thought we were playing a game."

"Come on, this is so much cooler," Hilda replied as she began frantically using the remote to type words into the TV. "And I think dates do cool stuff together, so it works, right?"

"If you say so…" Bianca muttered with uncertainty.

Finally, the video came up, and what immediately followed was the most traumatizing sight of Bianca's entire short, innocent life. A Machamp sat on a large chair with a girl much smaller than Bianca quite literally impaled on its massive penis. Her pussy had been split open and was pouring blood down the gray, veiny skin as her body was pumped up and down on the unfamiliar organ. Her stomach and face were bruised and cut, a mystery answered by the darkened skin on all four sets of the Machamp's knuckles. Bianca's parents had never let her watch violent movies or TV, in fact, they made their best effort to make sure that Bianca was sheltered from things in the world so much less worse than this, but maybe if she had seen them, she'd recognize from the girl's pale skin and glassy eyes that some combination of blood loss, physical trauma, and sheer stress had long since killed her.

"Yeah, I think it's cute," Hilda idly commented. "I wish the girl moved more."

Bianca stared hard at the screen for a while, her body frozen in complete shock. Her eyes flicked around at the entire scene, even though her brain begged her not to. The dark scenery, the limp flopping of this child's body, the uncanny lack of sound was all hypnotizing in the worst way. She couldn't look away, and after a moment, a lump formed in her throat. Her stomach churned, and before she could stop it, she had fallen off the couch and onto the floor, vomiting hard onto the carpet as tears streamed down her face. Even though she was no longer looking, the image was seared into her brain. For as long as she would live, she would never forget that. Her body trembled with irrational fear as she didn't know what to do. So she simply continued crying.

Hilda frowned and turned it off. "You don't like it? That sucks…"

"Wh-what…why…does that…exist?!" Bianca cried, unable to do anything except stare at the vomit now seeping into the carpet, her stomach still churning angrily.

"Don't you see how pretty it is?" Hilda asked with what was, in its own twisted way, genuine concern. She slid off the couch and to Bianca's side, patting the girl's back. "I'm sorry, I guess you weren't ready. You will be, though."

"What…do you mean?" The other girl asked as she finally tore her eyes away and met Hilda's.

Hilda suddenly smiled and grabbed Bianca by the hair. "I'm going to make you as pretty as that girl is~"

"Ow! OW! H-Hilda! That hurts! Stop!"

Hilda stood up and dragged Bianca by her hair towards the stairs. "C'mon, Bianca, don't act like that. It's going to hurt a lot, but then it'll all be over. And don't you want to make your date happy?"

"Hilda! OW! What are you doing?! Stop! Seriously! I-I'm gonna tell mom! OW! STOPPPP!" The girl cried and swatted uselessly at Hilda.

Bianca was much weaker than the older girl, which made it child's play to drag her up the stairs and to her room. The blond was thrown onto the bed, and Hilda turned around to lock the door before turning back to her. "Bianca, I'd like to see you cry now~"

"Wh-why?! Hilda, what's going on?! This isn't like you!" Bianca mewled as tears came to her eyes. "Why are you-"

Hilda reached the bed and smacked Bianca, wanting to get even more out of the psychological part of her torture. "Do you know what it means to die, Bianca? Have you ever thought about dying?"

"I…wha…" Bianca's hand rushed to her now slightly red and stinging cheek. Her hand trembled as the tears froze, and then resumed falling, more earnestly. "I-I…wahhhhh…"

"It means your parents will never see you again. Hilbert and Cheren will never see you again. You'll never get to be a Trainer, and the next few moments of your life will hurt more than anything has ever hurt you before. Your own best friend is going to make you hurt like that, and nobody will ever know what happened to you~" Hilda explained to the girl, every word becoming more and more filled with lust and deranged joy until she sounded completely divorced from reality by the very end. "Isn't that beautiful, Bianca!? You're going to be so beautiful!"

"N-NOOOOOOO!" Bianca sprang off the bed and attempted to run to the door, tears cascading down her face at a wild rate.

She did manage to reach the door, but as Bianca tried to undo the lock, Hilda came up from behind, grabbed her hair, and slammed her face against the wood. She collapsed to the ground with a broken, bleeding nose, but as she tried to use her hands to cover her face from more abuse, Hilda crouched down and grabbed both sides of her head. From there, she could use her thumbs, which she lined up against Bianca's shut eyelids, and pressed down into the girl's eyes. Pain rocked Bianca's entire body with more severity than anything she'd ever experienced before. The lights went out and everything went dark, but she could feel the burning in her face and the presence of Hilda leering over her was so potent that it was as if she could see that horrific smile carved into the face of her friend. By the time Hilda pulled her thumbs out of the smaller girl they were dripping with the stew of fluids generated by such a perverse and torturous act, which she stood up to lick off while waiting for Bianca to realize that her eyesight had been taken away.

Bianca could do nothing but scream and cry as she thrust her arms out, trying to hit something as her brain struggled to comprehend what was happening, why it was happening. Her brain wanted to shut down but at the same time it knew if it did, she was as good as dead. Yet her flailing did absolutely nothing. It was a form of helplessness she had never even contemplated before today.

"Hey Bianca~" Hilda teased, waiting for the moment of realization she so desired. "How many fingers am I holding up~?"

"WAHHHAAHHHHHHH!" she sobbed as she tried to get up, but her body was trembling too much to actually do it, only managing to flip onto her side as the various liquids continued to ooze down her face and onto the floor. It felt like all she needed to do was open her eyes, but they just wouldn't. She still couldn't even fully comprehend she was blind, all she could feel was the pain.

Hilda frowned, holding up one finger on her hand. "C'mon, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"Waahhh…snnn…ahhhhh…" Bianca still couldn't answer. She wasn't even really listening at all as she finally made it onto her stomach, and was now trying to sit up. She felt nauseous again from the endless spinning pain in her head.

"Can you see anything?" Hilda asked, starting to become frustrated with the blond girl's lack of cooperation with her own murder.

"N…n…n-no…" She finally answered between sniffles, speaking quietly.

"Hehehe," Hilda chuckled as she finally got her wish. "Isn't it horrible? Even if you somehow got out of this room, you'd be completely disabled the rest of your life. You'd never be able to leave the house by yourself, your parents would have to do everything for you-" Hilda reached down and began rubbing her pussy through her pajama pants as she spoke. "I've ruined your life and I haven't even fucked you yet, this is better than any video I've ever seen~"

"Wh-why…?" Bianca asked as she was finally back on her butt, frantically looking around, still not having fully accepted her new life, however long it would last.

"This-this is what makes me happy~" Hilda began to explain as she started to shudder with joy and ecstasy, her body growing weak from just how blissful this torture was for her. "And after I'm done with you, then I'm going to kill Cheren, then I'm going to kill Hilbert, then I'm going to spend the rest of my life hurting as many people as I can, however I can. I - fuck - I need to go," Hilda suddenly moaned as she opened the door and stepped out. With how intense this whole process was, she needed to masturbate right away, and she knew the carpet was already going to need enough cleaning without her squirt being added to it. She had enough foresight to lock the door, confident enough in Bianca's blindness and delirium that she'd be unable to unlock the door. Even if she did, Hilda had kept the bathroom door open, ensuring she'd easily be able to catch the girl.

Bianca didn't move for several seconds as she simply processed this information. Her crying had turned to quiet sobs by this point as she thought the words over in her head.

Hilda wanted to hurt people. Kill people. Like how she was likely going to do to Bianca. The girl knew there wasn't a way out. The door was locked, she'd heard Hilda lock it, and the window wasn't an option. Even if she could see, it was too high a drop to do safely, and while blind, well…there was no way.

She was trapped.

She was probably going to die.

Bianca wanted to curl up and cry when that realization fully sank in, but another thought cropped up in her mind: that Hilda wanted to do this to other people. She wanted to hurt others. She couldn't let that happen. But what could a blind child trapped in an unfamiliar bedroom do?

There was a few minutes of thought before an idea crawled to the surface of the murky swamp of her despair. She needed to leave a message for someone to find. Even if she was going to die, she had to make sure others wouldn't suffer the same fate. But she had to do it somewhere where Hilda might not see it, at least not right away. Somewhere that it could stick around until someone saw it. Then it hit her. Even though her body still trembled with fear, she got back down on the floor and felt around, until her hand struck the leg of Hilda's bed. She slowly maneuvered her way underneath, and all the way to the wall, as far back as she could go. With a deep, shaky breath, she reached up, and slid her finger in the pus and blood that leaked out of her eyelids. Pain shot through her anew at her own touch, but she bit her lip to stomach it as she blindly began writing a message on the floor.

There was a time, years past, when Bianca had been given a set of gel pens for the holidays. Through actions that she couldn't remember and her parents couldn't figure out, she had managed to break the pens and had begun to draw a Drifloon on the carpet with the ink. Her father had swatted her and her mother had given her a very angry lecture about how things like ink would stain the carpet forever unless they paid a lot of money to get it cleaned or replaced. Blood and ink weren't that different, were they? Therefore, she knew that this horrific mixture on her fingertips would seep into the carpet with every drag of her finger against the ground, and here was the one spot in the room that it wouldn't be found by Hilda. Once the bed was moved it would be seen, and by then, it would stain, and be near impossible to get out, so even if Hilda found it after today she couldn't do a thing.

She only hoped it would save someone.

"Hehe, trying to hide, are we?" Hilda asked as Bianca yelped. A hand was wrapped around her ankle and she was dragged out from under the bed, her head smacking the frame as she could feel Hilda standing over her. There was the sound of something smacking against Hilda's hand after a moment of hesitation.

"Please…l-let me go…I-I won't tell…I swear…" Bianca lied through her teeth, still trying to cling to the possibility of life. "A-aren't we friends? You really…want to kill me? Your best friend?"

"Of course I do, that's what's so fucking hot about it~" Hilda purred as she smeared her fingers against the girl's face, leaving long, wet trails that smelled horrible. "Do you feel that? That's my piss. I put my fingers where I pee and jammed them in and out so hard while thinking of you that I pissed myself. Isn't that so wonderful? I wish we could stay like this forever~"

"Please…I…I…" she sniffled, and began to cry again, "I…don't want to die…"

Hilda giggled again. "Say it again, I love how cute you sound like this~"

"I…" Bianca simply sniffled, before trying to push Hilda away, and making another run for the door, only to crash into the wall, and fall back against a desk, hitting her back hard enough to cause her to fall to the floor, groaning in pain.

Hilda frowned and smacked Bianca in the leg with something that felt wooden and hard. "Let's play a game, Bianca. If you can guess what I just hit you with, I won't put it in your ass."

"I…I-I, uh…umm…" Bianca couldn't even comprehend something being into her butt instead of coming out. "A…table…leg?"

Hilda grabbed the girl's shorts and began yanking them off, nearly lifting her off the floor entirely with just one hand. "Nope, not even close~!"

"N-no! NO! STOP!" Bianca kicked out wildly. Even not knowing how painful it would end up being, she had a feeling things were not supposed to go inside her butt, and she was not going to let it happen without a fight.

"Guess again!" Hilda shouted as she managed to get the girl's shorts off before moving onto her panties.

"I-I DON'T KNOW!" Bianca screamed as she tried to crawl away, or do anything to prevent this from happening, only to feel her panties slide down her legs. Despite herself, she couldn't help but blush, and her hands rushed to cover her exposed behind. "STOPPPPP!"

Hilda lifted the girl and threw her onto the bed before cracking her across the back of the head. "It's a rolling pin~"

Pain exploded through the girl's head, yet she somehow stayed conscious as her hand rushed to her head, not fighting a dizzying, terrible migraine. "Ughhh…h-huh…"

Hilda used that moment of weakness to place a hand on Bianca's back, holding her still as she placed one of the handles of the rolling pin against the girl's asshole, delighting in how she immediately tensed up.

"A-AHHHHH!" Bianca cried. "WH-WHAT ARE YOU-"

"'Sodomy,' is the fancy word for it," Hilda replied as she jammed the rolling pin inside of Bianca. "It means I'm putting something in the place you crap out of. Isn't that horrible~?"

"STOP! DON'T! I-IT HURTS!" Bianca screamed in absolute terror as she felt her body painfully hug the rolling pin entering a place it definitely shouldn't be. She reached behind and grabbed Hilda's wrist to try and stop her, as well as twisting her body away. "STOP!"

Bianca's struggles were met by further brutality from her former friend. Each slam of the pin handle into Bianca's ass loosened it further, which meant she slowly began to give way to the thicker part of the rolling pin to fit inside of her. Hilda could tell that it would be possible, and that motivated her to up the ante even further; twisting and shifting it to loosen up Bianca even more. All the while, continued vulgarity spewed from her lips. "Even if you do survive, you'll never be okay again. You'll never trust anyone for the rest of your life, you'll never love anyone. I've ruined you, and it feels amazing~"

"I DON'T CARE! I JUST WANT TO LIVE! PLEASE LET ME GOOOO!" The younger girl cried as she felt more and more of the pin enter her. Every time it bumped against her, she felt pain and horror that such a thing was even possible in the first place. How had this happened? Was Hilda always like this, or had something just…made her snap? Not that it mattered, either way, Bianca wanted her to die instead.

"I'd love to kill you right now, but then I'd miss out on all this lovely begging~" Hilda purred as, finally, after much effort, the first inch of the rolling pin proper slid into Bianca's asshole. After that, it was comparatively easy to fit the rest inside. She just had to slam it a few times until it seemed physically impossible to move again, and finally, an inhuman amount of wood had been shoved inside of Bianca's ten-year-old ass. Hilda had to stand up and take a step back to admire her handiwork. "Oh, Bianca, you really are so pretty~"

Bianca was in such shock from the uncomfortable pain that she couldn't really speak, as even moving made her feel the thing in her ass move too, and she didn't want to feel it; she rather would've pretended it didn't exist. So she stayed as still as possible, the tears beginning to dry on her face.

Hilda smacked the rolling pin, causing it to shift and wobble inside of Bianca's ass. "Hmm, roll over, why don't you?"

The girl whimpered as all she could do was do as she was told.

Hilda followed that instruction by smacking the girl's pussy as hard as she could. "These things look kind of gross, but I plan on getting very familiar with them~"

"F-familiar?"

"Yeah, like, I wonder what happens if I hurt this thing-" Hilda pondered out loud as she dug a nail into Bianca's clitoris.

Bianca's scream echoed loudly through the room once more as her body trembled.

"Oh geez!" Hilda screeched as she jumped back. "Somehow that made you scream louder then when I was butt-raping you with your mother's rolling pin…huh, weird."

"P-please…don't touch that again…whatever you touched…" Bianca pleaded.

The other girl smiled as she pulled her pajama pants down and began sliding herself between Bianca's legs. "Don't worry, you'll really like how I'm about to touch it~"

"H-huh?"

Without response, Hilda pressed her pussy against Bianca's. It was a thing she'd seen a woman do with her Gardevoir in one of her favorite videos, and it looked so fun to do with another girl, so Hilda figured why not. If it made Bianca feel good too, all the better, she'd have more than enough time to make her miserable again in just a few minutes.

A strange new sensation catapulted through her body. Unlike everything that had come before however, this felt…good? In an extreme, and weird way, it felt nice, and compared to everything else, it was near ecstatic.

Hilda kept the pace fast and strong as she saw the mess of emotion spread across Bianca's face. "You like this, huh? Is it fun~?"

"I…feel…good?" Bianca said, unable to believe it as her body rocked alongside Hilda's. "I…ahhhh~!"

"I could just kiss you~" Hilda praised as she adjusted herself into more of a rutting position, perfect for getting close enough to Bianca's face with her mouth.

"K-kiss…" Bianca whimpered almost dreamily as she could hardly focus on anything except the weird liquid dripping down her legs now, as well as Hilda's pussy touching her own.

"Yeah, a kiss~" Hilda purred before leaning down and gently pinching Bianca's eye socket to force it open. She watched the look of dawning horror on Bianca's gorgeous face before leaning down and jamming her tongue into the empty socket. Blood, pus, and the remnants of the girl's eye mixed into a horrible, depraved flavor as she moaned into the girl's head. Thankfully the pain wasn't as strong this time, but she could still feel every bit of Hilda's tongue licking up all the disgusting fluids in her eye, while simultaneously feeling her body continue to move, now desperately trying to cling to the pleasurable feeling instead, hoping to keep her free from the terror she was now experiencing once more.

Hilda removed her tongue from her eye socket just to lick her cheek, smearing all the various fluids on the girl's face while her tormentor giggled. "How was that for a kiss~?"

"How…is…what…" Bianca couldn't even comprehend how or why the girl would do such a thing. Surely it didn't taste good did it?!

Hilda slowed down a bit as she became confused. "I just put my tongue in your eye, why aren't you crying?"

"BECAUSE I'M JUST CONFUSED WHY YOU DID IT MORE THAN ANYTHING!" Bianca screamed.

Hilda groaned even as she thrust into Bianca's hips. "Ugh, you're getting used to the torture. This is lame, let's finish this~"

"I…gahhh…" As Bianca was now freed from her previous torment, the pleasurable feeling overwhelmed her again, and she felt a strange…pressure inside her. One that was slowly growing as Hilda and Bianca's bodies moved faster against each other.

Hilda finished first, moaning in a way Bianca had never heard before as she had a second, much weaker orgasm while pressed against the smaller girl's cunt.

The pressure continued to build for Bianca until, like a dam, it burst and she let out a loud and embarrassing moan as something happened to her, though she didn't understand what. It felt almost like peeing, but slightly different. She felt it fall down her legs and mix with whatever had come out of Hilda as well, and once it was all done, she fell back down onto the floor, panting. "Wh-what…?"

"I'd explain, but it's not like you're going to live long enough to care," Hilda replied as Bianca could hear her get up and start looking through a drawer for something.

"You're…what? You're still gonna…?" Bianca finally felt the tears welling up again, as while her eyes were smashed to pulp, her tear ducts were perfectly fine. The tears only mixed with the fluids in her sockets, sending them cascading down her cheeks and onto the floor. She thought back to her message under the bed, and prayed that somehow it could stop Hilda…even if it wouldn't be able to save Bianca.

Her natural survival instincts kicked in anyway as she began crawling away, in any direction away from Hilda's voice.

"Hey Bianca~?" Hilda asked while she shut the drawer. "Other than your ugly Pokemon, what did you get for your birthday?"

"I don't know…what…"

"C'mon, your parents got you something, didn't they? A toy, a game, some books?"

"They…got me…new clothes…a video game…why?"

"Wanna know what my parents got me~?" Hilda asked as she grabbed Bianca's hand.

"No." Bianca answered flatly. "I'd rather not hear your voice at all."

If Bianca could see, she would've seen a strange pout on Hilda's face. "Don't be mean, it's not fun when you're mean..."

"Sh-shut up!" Bianca cried. "You…you…" The girl tried to think of the word she sometimes heard her parents or even Hilda say, one she had always been told never to say, "…b-bitch!"

Hilda rolled her eyes. "You ruined this, I hope you know. Anyways, I like helping my mom cook in the kitchen, so she got me this-" Hilda explained as Bianca suddenly felt something cold and sharp against her arm. "Want to guess what it is~?"

"A…a…" Bianca could help but tremble again. "Wh-what kind of parents buys their child that?!"

Hilda rolled her eyes. "It's not a knife, please, I'm not that generic."

"THEN WHAT IS IT?!"

Bianca was confused because the coldness was towards the middle of her bicep, which seemed like a strange place to cut. But then, Hilda, rather than cutting, dragged it down Bianca's arm. There was a flash of recognition that the item was a vegetable peeler before the worst agony of the day spread throughout Bianca's arm. If she had known the right phrasing, she could recognize that she was going to be slowly skinned alive.

Her screams hurt her throat by this point as she tried to smack Hilda's away, feeling the blood pour down her arm as her arm simultaneously burned, stung, and felt cold, all while pain radiated through her arm. She felt dizzy and nauseous already, and knew this was only just the beginning if she didn't fight back.

Hilda hacked away at Bianca's arm and leg, taking away large chunks of skin that fell to the ground and left deep red pits of blood and muscle on the blond victim. Eventually she tired of listening to the girl scream and pant as exhaustion and blood loss took over, and Hilda sent one good scrape of the peeler against her cheek.

Biance couldn't hold it anymore, and her body doubled over as her vomit once again erupted out, though by now it was mostly bile as the chunks and spit and acid from her stomach mixed with the blood and small bits of sinew on the floor. Her stomach continued to turn as everything felt hot and cold at the same time, her body shivering and screaming in pain as she wished for the torment to end, to just die already so it would be over with. The darkness spun wildly somehow, and she felt like vomiting again.

"Holy shit," Hilda swore as she looked at the side of Bianca's face. "I cut your cheek so hard I can see the inside of your mouth. Hmm, I wonder, should I peel your neck open and let you die that way, or is there something more fun? Decisions, decisions..."

"Let…me…die…" She begged, but cringed after each movement, and now even just speaking made everything hurt.

"Good girl~" Hilda praised as she pressed the peeler against Bianca's neck. "I like it when you beg~"

"I…guhhh…" The girl groaned. She was vaguely aware of the peeler against her skin, but was, understandably, more focused on how much pain she was in as she tried to move as little as possible.

"Bye bye, Bianca~" Hilda affectionately bid the soon to be dead girl. "I'll be seeing you in my dreams~"

With that affirmation, Hilda jammed the peeler into the skin and yanked as hard as she could, peeling back several layers of flesh and severing several important veins and arteries in the process. Bianca's neck began absolutely pouring blood, staining the bed and causing a puddle to form underneath her neck and her hair to start turning orange from contact with the fluid.

Bianca's body thrashed as it desperately tried to cling to life, but failed. Her already dark vision became even darker as she weakly grasped Hilda's arm. She tried to speak but no longer couldn't. Her life ebbed away violently as her hand fell, and as blood slid down her lips, her head rolled to the side, and the girl finally died, her body continued to leak onto herself and the floor.

Hilda stood up and had to take deep breaths as she was nearly overcome with joy. The first of many lives to be taken by her hand. She felt powerful, sexy…feared, loathed, hated. It was all so much, and she loved every moment of it. There was a strong disconnect from reality as she hugged herself and giggled, wandering around in mindless patterns around the body while ranting about how evil and horrible she was for doing such cruel things to such a sweet young girl. Eventually, she slowly came back to reality, and was left sitting on a chair by her dresser.

"How am I going to clean all of this up?" she finally asked herself as she surveyed the massive bloodstains and chunks of Bianca strewn about her room. Then her eyes went back to the corpse of her former friend. It was, in a word, beautiful. The way her body and neck looked, all peeled up, the muscles usually hidden now left visible for all to see. Hilda knew she had to clean up before her family got back.

But something stopped her.

She wasn't quite sure what it was at first, but she simply found herself continuing to stare at her friend's lifeless body, a body which was likely still warm to the touch. It was something the girl had only ever been able to see in videos, but now…it was right in front of her. This beautiful sight.

Hilda knelt down in front of her again and grabbed her top. She ripped the thankfully thin fabric and tore it in half, before yanking it off. The girl was old enough to have what looked like a training bra, so Hilda removed that as well, finally leaving Bianca completely naked. This weird feeling in Hilda's body grew as she stared at the nude corpse, though if you were looking at her face, it would've appeared cold and emotionless.

Finally, she reached out and placed her hands on the girl's developing breasts, not that they would be growing any more now. As Hilda suspected, the girl was still warm, though said warmth was fading. She squeezed the small breasts tightly and felt a shudder run down her spine as she finally smiled.

She wondered if a corpse could orgasm. Time to find out.

She moved hand down from the girl's breasts to her pussy, which some of the girl's blood had leaked down onto, which would act as a fine enough lubricant. She began to thrust her finger in and out, making sure to strike her clit as much as she could. She leaned in and placed her lips against Bianca's, which were still in one piece, and still warm. Her lips were soft, just as Hilda would've expected, and she moaned into the kiss as she groped the girl's soft, small mound. Her body didn't move, obviously, but she knew if a corpse could climax, it probably wouldn't happen instantly.

So she kept working at it, fingering her harder and harder, adding a second finger to it as well. She even pinched the girl's clit as well, and slightly twisted. Hilda could've sworn several times that Bianca twitched, but that could've been due to things outside what she was doing. She forced her tongue into Bianca's mouth and tasted the other girl's own in return, and she pinched her nipple, twisting it around a bit before realizing that would probably do nothing, so she returned to simply groping. She even ran her hands down her smooth stomach and across her thighs, giving them a hearty squeeze as she felt the girl's now somewhat cold skin. Eventually she moved back up and groped her chest again.

Just when she was about to quit and finger herself one more time again, the girl twitched slightly, and…she actually came. Some stuff leaked out of the girl's pussy and onto Hilda's hand, and, with everything that had happened, it felt like quite an anticlimax. Hilda chuckled at her own bad pun as she stood up and wiped off her hand, before once again looking down at the now nude girl's body.

Time to clean up.