You fall to your knees and let the tears that you've been holding back flow. Sobbing quietly, you give Sam a pitiful look, pleading with your wide-eyed expression. "P-p-please, Sam... I've known and trusted you for as long as I can remember. You can't just let it end like this! When kids picked on me at the playground, you were there to tell them off. When I struggled with school, you were there to tutor me. When you kissed your first boy, I was there to listen. No one is tighter than us. How could you even think about killing me?! It's ME Sam! ME!"
Samantha stares at you in silence for almost a full minute, her expression serious and thoughtful. You feel the tension in your muscles begin to relax as you think that perhaps you've won her over. It's only reasonable, right? This momentary insanity must be some fairy-trick of the woods! And then she speaks, her eyes smoldering with deadly passion.
"It is you. My FIRST. And I'll always remember you for it." Chills run down your spine as Sam steps up to you and grabs you firmly by the shoulder. "I've seen you watching me from the shadows for years, laughing and gossiping with me like any other friend. But you aren't any other friend. You have a desperate look in your eyes when you stare at me. You HUNGER for me, don't you? Well, that's alright. I let you look... I let you devour this body with your eyes, because I've always dreamed that one day, I'd get to use you up and throw you away. Just another disposable boy-toy. And now that I know what you fantasize about... well. It looks like once I've used you up..." She runs her tongue slowly across her full lips, her eyes locked on yours. "It'll be bones that I'm throwing away." Sam leans in close, her lips touching your ear as she whispers, "Besides, I think you'd look pretty sexy jiggling on my thighs, don't you think?"
Samantha forces you to your feet and pushes you against a nearby tree, her body blocking you from escaping. You try to keep your dignity as your homicidal friend's grip on you tightens, but a tiny whimper of terror escapes from your lips. As Samantha presses eagerly against your naked body, her voluminous black hair brushes against your chest, releasing a wave of intoxicating scents. You've always associated the smell of Sam's perfume with the comforting thought of your friend's steady and supportive presence in your life... and yet as her scent washes over you, it only seems to underscore her bizarre betrayal. Your friend takes your hand tenderly between her fingers and guides it across the taught white fabric of her shirt, her eyes locked intensely with yours. With a smirk, she press your hand against her cleavage, letting you guide your fingers between her massive breasts and kneed the soft flesh of her bosom. She pushes lightly against your wrist, steering your hand until you feel the rubbery protrusion of her nipple between your fingers. She gasps slightly, her eyelids fluttering as you tease her rapidly hardening nipple. Your own heart beats wildly in your chest, your fear of Samantha's murderous intentions temporarily overcome by the thrill of realizing your heart's desire. You've longed to hold your friend close, to share this intimacy, and now that you are...
Samantha's sultry voice breaks your momentary reverie as she continues to taunt you. "You horny little weirdo! You're thinking about becoming fat on these tits, aren't you?" You weren't, but now that she mentions it, the thought excites you even further. You don't want to die... but to give your entire existence to become part of such a glorious pair of breasts... well, you find the thought undeniable erotic. Samantha places one of her legs between yours and begins to snake it gently up and down, causing shocks of pleasure to jolt through your body as your rigid penis rubs against her thigh. She leans in close, nibbling on your earlobe as she whispers to you in a husky voice. "Something tells me you won't be so excited when I'm grinding you to a mushy paste inside of me. How long will you scream before you die, do you think?" She removes your hand from inside of her shirt and guides it down to the gentle swell of her belly. "My body is going to destroy you."
Your eyes widen as Sam's tongue slips into your ear. In between licks, she teases you, "Y'know, you're surprisingly turned on for someone that's about to become my dump! I'm sure it's gonna be really gross... but still... kind of an appropriate end for a shitty little loser like yourself, don't you think?" She licks your face from chin to brow before continuing, "I can't even imagine what taking such an enormous shit is gonna be like, but I bet it's gonna feel amazing! You know what makes this even better? You're going to die a virgin. Oh come on, don't give me that look! You didn't actually think I was going to let you fuck me, did you?" You stare, speechless and mortified by this last revelation. "No, no, no... it's going to be fantastic having that cock of yours in my mouth, but I don't plan on fucking my dinner. Sorry."
With these words, you begin to beg again, the reality of your situation hitting you like a wall. "Please... this isn't right! I know how you get when you're feeling horny, but you're going to regret this! We're talking about my life, Sam!"
Your friend ignores you plea and begins to unbutton her shirt. "Hmm... I guess there's no need to tear my uniform. Easier to explain skipping out on school for a few hours than a piece of destroyed school property, right?" You can hardly believe the coldness in your best friend's words. Did she ever even like you? How could you have missed the signs? It's clear that Samantha is a complete sociopath at the very least, but some part of you wonders if the glint in her eye is one of hidden evil. Your eyes widen as she tosses her shirt to the ground, her heaving breasts bare before you. They're as you always imagined, her soft skin almost translucently pale and peppered with freckles, her nipples jutting forth with a pink blush in the center of each breast. You're frozen in place as you watch her casually remove the rest of her clothing, hypnotized by the sight of your friend's bare flesh. After shimmying out of her skirt and sliding her panties to the forest floor, she stands before you in nothing more than her stockings and heels. She winks at you and rubs the swell of her belly suggestively, sauntering toward you with a predatory fluidity. This is it. Your last chance to escape.
