Here it is. The following was written by member Theodora on fetnoir.com (link in the comment above), reposted with permission.

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The Performance


The excitement was palpable even in the relative silence of the auditorium as opposed to the rest of the Academy. Alive with the numerous graduates wandering about the campus with their relatives, friends and loved ones, the cacophony beyond the sound-proofed doors could still be heard, albeit faintly. Nevertheless, the audience within remained disciplined with only the occasional forgivable outliers from the younger ones among those seated. Their effervescent murmuring kept steady as they waited impatiently for the performance to start.

“I heard she’s performing!” “Yeah, what’s she doing again?” “Oh, don’t worry, she’s sure to have a starring role”

The parents had had their fill of the chattering before and they were just about tempted to join their teenage children when a gong sounded. Echoing within the auditorium, the solid note reverberated as the curtains drew opened to reveal the naked form of a student. Her brown hair brushed neatly over her shoulders, framing the generous assets adorning her chest. Her hourglass figure invited even more muffled murmurs before the drum beats started.

Cue the stringed instruments, the silky melody spurring the girl into movement. Graceful as a ballerina, her movements were fluid yet precise. In synchrony with the rhythm, she swirled about the stage turning every now and then towards the audience with a mesmerising gaze that seemed to linger before being drawn back into the motion. Two more dancers, equally naked, began to come onto the stage as the music began to picked up in pitch and tempo.

The first dancer stepped back, allowing the two new dancers – a blonde-haired nymph and her red-headed partner – to take the centre stage. Like the girl before, they too sported nearly similar features, with their height and bust size kept constant likely as a stylistic choice. The only deviations were personal identifiers – the ginger girl with her prominent freckles and the blonde with a tramp stamp over her ass that read ‘Slut’. “It’s her!” Went a voice among the audience before several annoyed glances shut the offender down. The red-head indulged the speaker in the masses with a wink as they sashayed back to allow the first dancer to return to the fore.

In a tight, triangular formation, their dance took on a more energetic twist just as the instruments built into a crescendo. Two nooses began to lower from the top of the stage behind the dancers. At the melody reached its peak, the two dancers at the base of the triangle began to cartwheel back. They came up to the noose, neatly nestling it under their chins. Bending over to strain the noose against their necks, they picked up a pair of knives hidden from the audience’s view before spinning back to face them – simultaneously securing the noose on their necks.

Jogging back to the lead dancer as she dropped to her knees, spread apart to flaunt the glistening wetness between the legs. Her fellow dancers flanked her on both sides each cradling her head with one hand as they brought their knives before her. A clean slide across slit her throat opened in two clean lines before they dropped it as the noose yanked them upwards in sync with the climax of the music. The lead dancer persevered through her quickly draining crimson, her arms cradling her own breasts while her fellow dancers took their performance above.

In perhaps the solitary mistake, the force of the pull snapped the red-head’s neck. Her head remained bent at an inhuman angle and her piss was quickly spurting out from between her legs, far earlier than was planned. Realising this quickly, the blonde-haired girl began to relieve her full bladder, mustering all the discipline she could to remain as still as her already-dead partner. To the viewing crowd, this slip-up would not be immediately obvious save to the discerning critics among them. For the rest, they bore witness the clear showers splattering onto the stage over the lead dancer, her arms held apart as if to celebrate the beauty of the scene.

The melody began to wind down, the final notes playing out as the lead dancer ended with a half-curtsey on the ground before tilting her head forward in death. The last survivor, barely clung on to life to keep her composure to match her partner’s inadvertent stillness. Her legs shuddered in the effort though few would notice it. Thankfully for her, the stage manager watching backstage hurried to have the curtains drawn, closing the performance right as the last note echoed in the auditorium.

The first claps from the enthralled audience was hesitant but soon, more spontaneous hands came together. Then they stood and the loud, generous applause replaced the music in its absence. It was just loud enough to mask the desperate croaks emitted by the blonde girl as she began to kick and trash about on the noose. Eventually, as the applause and cheering beyond the curtains subsided, her struggles ceased. Swaying on the rope, the stage workers got to work. The lead dancer’s body they dragged off quickly by a hand while another with a mop cleaned up the pool of blood.

The red-head and the still-warm blonde were quickly cut off from the noose and slung over the shoulders of a well-muscled staffer. He basked in the pee still oozing out from their tight crotch – as he would attest to after the fact – as he jogged off stage while the clean-up removed any remaining trace of them. It took a mere minute before the curtains drew opened, ready for the next act.