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I love it!

Oh, I totally missed this.
That was pretty good although probably the doctor could have used a few bandaids to reattach that breast back LOL

I loved this one when I read it previously! Very happy to see it again :D

Nice short story.
looks like the princess is quite insensitive to pain so it was not that much discomfort for her :)

And I think daddy could have burnt his dick while attempting to fuck his cooking daughter LOL

Fantastic story, always liked it.
So if you are indeed LazarusLong may I ask if there's a chance you might still finish "A New Job"?

I stopped working on it when the old board went down. I still have it and may start working on it again, but I have another that I’m working on right now.

>>14199
Well rest assured that you would have at least one ecstatic reader if you ever finish it!😄

Kasia figured that Maisie would soon be dead again, but wanted to draw things out as long as possible. She thought about putting the roller back to where it was before everything went pear shaped, starting over at the fingers. Then unbidden, the image of rolling out pastry suddenly popped into her mind and she laughed. She looked Maisie in the eye, gave her a big smile, and restarted the belt.

The roller advanced hungrily with Maisie's pert rump in its sights. This took pressure away from her chest and Maisie started gasping again, frantic ragged whoops of purest agony. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and there was nothing she could do, no escape at all from the torment.

"Nooo!" she managed to cry, looking at Kasia imploringly. Kasia just laughed cruelly, and returned her attention to the roller, and how best she could use it to pulverise her sister.

Now, Maisie's booty was being drawn into the impossible two-inch gap. Little pops could be heard as more vertebrae were torn apart, then a gentle sighing as the yummy fat on her buttocks was spread downward and outwards.

Another dull crack, this time as her pelvis split in two, causing her little legs to splay outwards funny angles. Maisie was starting to resemble nothing more than roadkill, at least from the waist down.

Unlike Maisie's squishy, viscera filled middle, her chewy buttocks, being mostly meat and bone put up more resistance to the relentless progress of the machine. The hum of the motor intensified, and the speed reduced a little. The hydraulic pistons creaked and groaned, now under tons of pressure. A clang reverberated around the room, as metal shifted against metal.

The roller continued its steady progress across Maisie's botty, flattening it sideways, the skin bulging at breaking point. Her right leg, nearest the three, popped out of its socket and flopped outwards, dangling forlornly over the side of the conveyor.

The gore-fest continued as Maisie's once proud ass and girly hips were completely obliterated, oozing fat and shredding muscle.

A series of loud bangs shook the machine, as the final fragments of Maisie's pelvis exploded under the extreme pressure, cutting through flesh and puncturing the skin. The girl's body shook and quivered with each, and her moans warbled with each shock like she was being punched in the stomach.

The sickly sounds of destruction continued to fill the air as chunky mincemeat was unceremoniously pushed in a gruesome wave by the roller, finally spilling over the sides of the conveyor.

Maisie's left leg was twisted around by the roller, before being horribly mangled, The skin on the thigh progressively unzipped and disgorged what looked like pulled pork, before jettisoning an almost intact femur. Meanwhile her other leg was dragged alongside the belt by skin and tendons.

Kasia realised that Maisie must be very near death now, and so turned the speed up. After all, squishing a corpse isn't nearly as much fun.

It was time to finish her. Kasia reversed the controls, and now the belt and roller started back in their tracks, towards Maisie's chest and its vital contents.

Passing over the already flattened sections, it once again reached her lower back, and was now drawing the larger part of her torso under its power. As her upper body was pulled into the narrowing wedge, Maisie gave a gurgle and started doing her stranded fish impression again.

Bob was close to the point of no return, unable to control little squirts of precum shooting into Kasia's eager little snatch, as Kasia gave wavering little gasps of pleasure with each breath.

Maisie's ribcage soon succumbed to the roller, being forced into the narrow gap. Kasia watched in delight as her dark skin was flayed and torn from her back, leaving contrasting marbled red meat showing underneath. As her chest was crunched flat, white ribs collapsed, snapped and poked out sideways from under the roller.

Then Maisie's mouth suddenly gaped open, and a little saliva trickled out. She made a strange, strangled cough, then the trickle turned to a stream of puke, then the stream turned into a gush of poop.

"Jesus, I never thought that was possible!" Emma exclaimed.

Maisie's head snapped back and her neck bulged, and she died for the last time as a projectile vomit of blood, shit and entrails were sent spewing across the conveyor. It was, as Kasia predicted, just like stepping on a tube of toothpaste.

Witnessing the lovely display of squirtyness in front of him, Bob followed suit, squirting his final load of the day into Kasia's love box.

Still the roller blithely continued on its merry way, folding the remains of Maisie's ribcage and shattering her shoulder blades, splattering pieces of lung in all directions.

Maisie's skull was by now barely attached to anything, her spine having been ground to gravel, and it resisted being pulled under the roller a little before succumbing with a cracking crunch which reverberated across the factory floor. Maisie's face contorted into a bizarre puzzled expression, with her tongue forced out, then ceased to look human at all as her eyeballs popped out of her skull, and bloody snot and cerebral matter shot from her nose.

A few seconds later, her brown arms too were squished, and there was nothing left of her at all except one leg and a long grisly trail of pulp, as if she had been run over by a steam roller. Slimy blood pooled on the white tiled floor, with chunks of mystery meat that had leapt, lemming-like from the belt.

Kasia shut the machine down, and a silence fell upon the scene, save for the drip-drip of O-positive. Emma was moaning; the sight, sound and pungent scent of it all had brought her to climax.

Bob stood up, wiped his cock off on Kasia's PJs and ruffled her hair. "Good job kiddo."

Kasia herself was over the moon. She felt this rite of passage had turned her into a different person, and a thousand emotions coursed through her heart and mind. She was sure of one thing though, she wanted to stay here forever.

The machine was reversed for a final time, and Bob stood with his arms around the two ladies, the trio all sporting broad grins on their sweaty, blood streaked faces, as they watched a twelve foot long streak of wasted human flesh get scraped from the conveyor and sloppily fall into a wheely bin.

"Well kid, you've got a helluva job to do tomorrow, that's quite a cleanup" Bob told Kasia.

"I don't mind," Kasia replied, "It'll be kinda fun."

"Good. Well, I think you know that you're never leaving here, but perhaps you can have some fun as long as you stay."

Kasia leapt at the opportunity. "Maybe you can keep me as a slave. I'll do anything," she flirted, swaying her hips coyly.

Bob thought Emma would have other designs on her young flesh, and he didn't want to get her hopes up. "Well, it's getting late. you better grab something to eat and get back to your cell. You can put your old clothes back on if you like."

Bob escorted her back to the cell block. Before closing the door, he looked into her eyes. A gaze held a little too long. He realized that he would have to watch himself. Emotional attachments weren't a good idea in this game.

>>14183
Another wonderful installment. Thank you!

I really like how you explore the developing dynamic between Kasia and Bob and as a result we get to know Kasia's character much better compared to the previous iteration.

>>14193
Yeah, in the end I changed a lot of stuff in that chapter. Some of the old gore scenes seemed a bit repetitious so I tightened those up a bit. And I felt Kasia's 'turn around' was a bit abrupt, so added more internal and external dialog to smooth that along.

Basically I ended up re-writing the whole thing. Anyway, glad you enjoyed it.

Not sure when I'll be able to get the next chapter up. Could be days or months.

You know, the last thing I read with this much mashing in it just wrote "SPLAT" over and over again for a whole page. Gotta say, I like this descriptive style far more.

Anya was an assassin, who revelled in killing people slowly, and sexually. She never cared about money too much as nothing would give her as much pleasure as watching the life drain from her target as she cums to their death.
She had recently gained a new magic which let her control anyone with the same bloodline as one she had bathed in, so she went down to the town to try out the ability.
Here she found a family with a mother, a father and their young 14-year-old son, Tom. She waited until the father was out of the house to ambush him, appearing right in front of him and immediately stabbing him in the chest. With that the mother became a widow.
She grieved for weeks, barely paying attention to the outside world. This gave Anya a chance to have fun with her child. The child had constantly been bullied by some of the kids from the school. Anya appeared before him.
“Who… who are you?” He asked.
“I know there are people in the school you want to get back at.” She whispered.
Tom nodded “Every day they torture me because I’m weak.”
“Would like a chance to get revenge?” Anya asked.
Tom smiled “Yes.”

Tom’s school taught the basics of all kinds of things, including magic, crafting, medicine and trade. Tori had always picked on him the most, mocking him for his struggles at fighting techniques and magic, and managed to get herself paired up with him whenever possible.
This time though, he would use it to his advantage. While in medicine lesson, Anya communicated to him what to do, and he quickly mixed some of the ingredients together, pouring it into Tori’s water. Anya had picked up a few tips from Eratus after all their work together and made use of it now.
Tori drank the water and Tom waited. Then he heard it.
“Hey look, did Tori wet herself?”
“Eww...”
“What, is she five?”
Tori was looking around frantically confused and put her hands to her crotch to try and stop it, but instead it ended up causing it to squirt everywhere. Tom and everyone backed off to hide as the pool of piss slowly expanded on the floor. Embarrassed, she ran out of the room, and the teacher used magic to clean up the mess.
Tom felt incredibly satisfied. It’d be hard for her to show her face again in the school, and if she did, he would be the one mocking her.
He walked home smugly when suddenly he was pushed into an alleyway. He looked at who had pushed him to see Tori with a frightening smile looking over him, with fire manifested in her hand.
“I know it was you who did this to me. I’ve setup a silence field around here, so only I’ll be able to hear your screams.”
Tom was terrified, before remembering he had Anya on his side. “Do you think I’m scared of you Miss Pee Pee?”
Tori let out a furious shout as she thrust her hand towards Tom. Tom suddenly lost control of his body, which automatically dodged, and slid a knife along the side of her chest. She suddenly fell to the ground, completely unable to move.
“Now that you’re paralysed, I can do whatever I want.” Tom said with a smile.
Tori couldn’t move anything but her lips in response.
“Fuck you, you puny little shit.” She shouted, and Tom began to slowly undo her shirt.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing? Keep your hands off my tits.” But Tom just kept going, before reaching for the round protrusion of flesh at her breasts. He finally finished undoing the shirt, before standing up, and letting himself drop onto her belly. She let out an “Oof” as she lost breath for a moment, and Tom began to take off his trousers.
“What the fuck, keep that thing away from me.” She shouted on seeing Tom’s penis. He stood up again and moved over to sit on her face.
“Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?”
He relaxed as a brown lump appeared from his bottom. His hands were at his sides where he forced her mouth to stay open and he began to piss while he shat.
“No, please don’t make me…” she tried to say panicking, but she was too late. A large turd fell into her mouth, and she quickly realised she couldn’t spit it out. But she didn’t want to swallow it either. And so, she felt the taste of the shit for a while before eventually realising, she had no choice but to painstakingly swallow it. In the meantime, Tom was moving his penis around to make sure she got fully soaked, aiming at her tits, her stomach, even pointing up to make it fly all the way over to her jeans. He smiled evilly until finally he had no more shit or piss left to give her.
“I’m going to fucking kill you.” She had a dangerous look in her eyes, but Tom just smirked and moved down to her soaking trousers and pulled them down.
“Wait, you’re not going to…”
He rubbed it a bit and she suddenly stopped speaking as a moan escaped. While she couldn’t control her body, she could still feel it.
“Wow, you’re getting really wet. You must be enjoying this.”
“No, I…” Tom moved his head down to suck her crotch and she moaned again.

Next, he pulled away and positioned his now hard penis over her pussy.
“Don’t even think about putting that junk into my…” Once again, he cut her off by thrusting into her, causing her to lose her voice for a second. He just kept on going, pushing it in again, and again. She continued to moan as he fucked her.
“Oh, oh, this feels amazing.” She had finally given up trying to stop him, and simply savoured the experience. However, Tom still had vivid memories of every time she hurt him, and simply wanted her to feel the pleasure before the pain. Next, he got out another potion Anya had given him, and forced it down her throat. Suddenly she began to moan even more than before. Her body even wriggled around in pleasure, and he had to assume the paralysis was wearing off, but that was fine. She’d still be too weak to hurt him for a long time.
The potion he gave her enhanced all her senses, so what was already pleasurable was put into overdrive. His lower body happened to graze her clit and she orgasmed. And she kept it up too, only managing a minute after each orgasm before the next. He kissed her on the lips and played with her boobs in his hands, making her go crazy in pleasure. Then she suddenly winced.
“Hey, what was that?” She opened her eyes to see Tom holding the knife, and an evil smile. Her cheek burned slightly. She looked incredulously. “Did you cut me?”
Tom licked at the cut while he continued to pump her. He too felt incredible, and felt it was time to really take revenge. Her blood tasted amazing and turned his bloodlust on, making him want to revel in her pain. In reality, a lot of this was Anya’s emotions seeping in, who was feeling the whole thing and masturbating herself to it. Tom punched one of Tori’s boobs.
Her sensitivity was already heightened, so she felt a powerful wave of pain, and let out a scream. Tom was excited by this and continued to punch her tits over and over. They had a strange feeling to hit as they were so large.
He didn’t stop with the boobs and proceeded to stab them as well. This was a much sharper pain, so Tori ended up screaming properly this time, as he cut them up from the nipple outwards. After cutting it open, he stuck his hand in to feel it from the inside and moved his mouth down to suck at the insides. Tori kept screaming till her voice went raw, and her body struggled a bit, but Tom was on top and it was still weak. Every wince she made turned on Tom more, bringing him closer to orgasm. He continued to move onto her arms and legs, stabbing them at constant intervals too, before finally reaching her stomach.
By this point he was so turned on he couldn’t stop himself. He stood up bringing her with him, and slammed her against the wall, fucking her like that. Her back grinded against the bricks creating minor scrapes, but he kept pushing his dick in and out of her tight wet hole clenching around him. She began to moan again, and he pulled out for a second to send his knee flying into her pelvis, crushing her clit. She let out another pain wrenching scream as Tom kept fucking and eventually, he let loose his load flying into her womb. As he orgasmed, he swung her body between the two walls of the alley, bruising her upper arms.
After releasing his load, he swung her round dropping her back down to the pavement, and dropped his body weight down onto her chest, causing her to cough up blood.
“What now?” she asked bitterly, her entire body in pain.
He smiled, before stabbing the knife into her pussy. She screamed some more as he wriggled the knife further and further into her, ripping apart her organs as it went, until his whole arm was in her pussy, his hand going all the way up to her neck where the knife finally cut its way out. Tori convulsed for a few seconds before her body finally gave up.

Tom stepped away, heart pounding breathing deeply. This is what happened to people who would dare to hurt him so much. Anya stepped out of the shadows.
“That was so amazing, I was cumming for half of it.”
Tom had a wide smile “It felt so good to cut her up after all the shit she pulled.”
“Now it’s your turn.”
Tom froze.
“What do you mean?”
“Did you think I would help you for free? Sure, I enjoyed it too, but you were the one who wanted it.”
Tom tried to escape but found he couldn’t move his body.
“I control your body remember?” Tom’s smile turned into a look of horror, and Anya just smiled wider. Her shorts fell to the floor as she started rubbing her clit.
Tom suddenly found his body moving itself. His head moved closer and closer to her vagina, through which he could see a dark hole.
“Wait, please, I can help you!”
Oh, don’t worry, I promise you’re making me feel good right now.

Anya gasped as his head rammed itself against her vagina, which spread unusually large to let it fit in, Anya’s hips seemed to grow wider to accommodate the change and the vagina was so wet that it began dripping down onto the rest of Tom’s body, completely soaking it.
By the time most of Tom’s body was engulfed, Anya released the mind control, so she could feel the wriggling as he tried to escape. He was no longer pushing himself in, so she grabbed his hips to push him in herself. It felt so good to have an entire body slowly rub against her as it entered inch by inch. Her belly slowly expanded as it went. Eventually his body was almost in but reaching his hips she found his penis was hard, stopping him going any further. She laughed.
“You’re actually being turned on by this.”
She heard a “Mmmmng” in reply from her belly as she grabbed his dick and began rubbing it. She pulled the tip across her clit and eventually he cummed. Having cummed twice in such a short time, his dick quickly became too sensitive to continue. She continued to rub it causing him to wriggle some more in pain and using it to stimulate her clit some more. Eventually he came again, and she let it go flaccid this time before continuing to push him up into her vagina, rubbing her clit more as he went in.
Eventually she finally pushed his feet in and rubbed her now massive belly with one hand while stimulating herself more with the other. He punched and kicked her while wriggling inside which was enough to make Anya finally cum. Her pussy contracted over and over with incredible speed and power, crashing into Tom and pushing against him from all sides. It crushed him down more and more and blood began to come from her pussy. Finally, she settled down and reached her hand into her pussy, pulling out a mass of flesh and broken bones that had been completely disfigured to be unrecognisable as a human. She smiled, threw the remains down onto the dead body of Tori, and left.

>>14163

I see you forgot to take your tablets today. Hope you can get the help you need.

I wonder what kind of fetish that is supposed to be.

This thread is against the rules but will not be deleted.

Well, in 1413, Tolsik was elected and acclaimed the High Chieftain of the Pompian Republic, and his goons quickly set about taking Tolsik’s more moderate political enemies out of office. They jabbed great pointy sticks and spiked those opponents in their bellies, so hard they coughed up blood. They slashed the clothes off of female Councillers and jabbed their throbbing pricks in them so hard that their cunts and derrieres bled, and bled profusely. They shot those enemies to death, some in the Council Room itself. They poured gasoline in the Council House and set it aflame. Thus the Pompian Republic died and the Tolsiki Empire was born. Everyone was afraid then, and rightfully so. The Tolsiki began to build up their army and their navy, and the Tarsonians were slow to react. We didn’t respond enough to the threat in those first couple of years. We finally got a new Sachem in the Sachem-House in 1415, but it was too late. The Tolsiki rearmament was well along.
I was a young woman now. I still lived by my parents, but had a rowhouse that I shared with three sisters, Mara, Sarinya, and Avai. In 1418 I was 25, Mara was 21, Sarinya was 23, and Avai was the youngest, 20 years old. If you care to know what we looked like, suffice it to say we were young, pretty, had straight hair that fell to our shoulders but no further, our bosoms and waists were both modest, and we were rather demure. Yes, Sarinya and Avai liked the boys. They often dated them and Avai had a boyfriend, Middo Arhat. Mara liked girls. She planned to marry one someday, a buxum elf named Oppai Gungnam. And me? Akina? Well, I was coming off my first and only husband, Alsik Opki. He had seemed sweet and charming at first, luring me with flowers and sweets and gifts. We fell in love and I got married. However, he wanted me to have one baby for every room in his eight-room house, and I balked. No way did I want a family that large! I kept refusing his advances and then came one night. One unspeakably cruel night. He punched me in the cheek. My nose bled. I slammed against the far wall and punched a hole in the plasterboard with my suddenly hurting butt. I swung at him but my boobs swung with me, knocking my momentum off balance (oops). I swung again, and this time my hair got in my eyes and I blinked through my tears. He chopped into my upper arm, which stung, and I kicked him in the balls, which both injured my big toe and caused him to howl in pain. He tried to choke me. He put his hands around my neck and squeezed hard for several minutes. My vision faded and started dazzling me, and I may have blacked out. When I came to, I was on the floor and the bedroom was a mess. It was then that I realized I had to leave. So I went to live with my sisters in their townhouse, and a Council office granted me a divorce a couple weeks later. That had been a very emotional time.
But it was nothing compared to what was to come. In 1418, Jokim Tolsik declared war. He would wipe out the elves of Tarson, he proclaimed. He set about mandating restrictions on Tarsonians in his own country. Elves had to wear armbands and have their right ear pierced in the point. They were forbidden from government jobs, from the media, from the stage, from law, from practicing medicine on Tolsiki/Pompard humans, from universities and regular schools, and from numerous different trades and professions. They were banned from theaters, from the parks, from trolleys and buses, and from owning land. They were not allowed to have flags out their windows supporting the Tolsiki, but had to have elven flags out of their house. They had to give up dragons, knives, radios, magic wands. Horror followed upon horror…
To be continued

Name: Akina Ojoba
Sex/Gender: Female/Femme
Ethnicity: Tarson Elves
Country (before the Tarson Wars): Tarson
Country (during/after? the Tarson Wars): Tolsiki Empire
Age: 27 at the time of the Slaughter
Sisters: Sarinya Ojoba (25, het), Mara Ojoba (23, lesbian), Avai Ojoba (22, het)
Parents: Benki Ojoba and Anri Ojoba

I remember the eve of the war. A few days before, radio and television were beaming lurid pictures into our homes of the so-called Massacre of Pompia. The townspeople had been encouraged by the authorities to descend upon the elven quarter of town, which they did. This was a walled quarter, dating from the days of the ghettoes, but the gates had been open for more than a century by 1418. The elves had some warning of what was to come (a few Pompard cops had gotten drunk on ale and wandered into an elf temple, and the cops gargled out news of upcoming actions to temple priests), and so the elves had closed the ancient gates. However, townspeople busted the gates oven with a dragon provided by the Tolsiki. The mob proceeded to run wild in the quarter, burning down all the elven temples and smash windows, slamming babies against walls, stomping brutally on elf kids, raping the pretty girls, castrating some of the handsome men, and looting, looting, and more looting. The Tarsonians started packing up their bags and leaving for the border. Jokim Tolsik had banned them from leaving the country, but many of them snuck over the border anyway, and of course we welcomed them with open arms. How could we not? They were our sisters and brothers, after all.
Tolsik saw it differently, however. To him and his empire, the refugees were traitors and vermin, to eventually be wiped out. We were a vermin nation, nothing about us was right, and so we must be wiped out. How to do that? Start a fight, of course. And so he did, citing the refugees as a “casus belli”.

I remember Ono 18, the day they came to Anselheim. The war had been perhaps a month old. We had won a few victories over the Tolsiki Empire in the beginning, with a few of our vanguard occupying two or three of their hills. The military response had been swift, however, and we were suffering reverse after reverse. Air raid sirens would howl, and we would cower in the basement as dragons blew their flames and airplanes dropped their bombs. Explosions rang all over the place.
Ono 18, 1418, dawned quietly. None of the usual sirens had gone off, and people were going about their business. My sisters and I went aboard a canal-boat and got out our fishing rods and nets; it was common sport to fish in the canals. This sometimes provided our lunch and dinner. The weather was balmy, as it was a lovely late-spring day. The cherry blossoms were in bloom, and they were falling in pink showers all over the place. We were occupied, Sarinya, Mara, Avai, and Akina – that’s me – gaily chattering among ourselves about romances and fish. It was Avai that first heard the thwack-thwack of dragon wings, flying low through the canal areas. Somehow the dragons had evaded Anselheim’s and the Tarson realm’s watches. One hideous scaly green beast swooped low over our boat, rocking it, and then bellowed a column of crimson and orange flame. It incinerated a tree and a couple of rowhouses a block away from us.
Soon they were everywhere. Pillars of smoke came from all quarters. The drone of the airplanes occurred after maybe an hour, and soon the bangs of explosions joined the chorus. A bomb hit our boat and we all screamed and swam for our lives in the choppy water. We got out of the canal by a ladder, all of us only slightly hurt but chillingly drenched and shivering. We huddled together for warmth as the “blitz” went on. It was afternoon by the time we reached our house and consoled our worried parents.
I heard the clang of a gong, the whistle of a flute, and the banging of drums. This was one of the the Tolsiki’s (in)famous Musical Corps, whose job was to keep the march of the troops in rhythm. This was followed by the infantry, all suited up, a few in ceremonial garb, most in camouflage. The cavalry followed, on unicorns and horses, as well as in gun-cars and armored convoys. They came bearing pikes and guns and lances, axes and spears, bows and arrows, howitzers and cannons. A couple of stout troops wheeled small atomic bombs, which I guess emitted invisible radiation. We couldn’t tell. None of us had radiation detectors.
Mara spoke up. “I thought they weren’t supposed to have nukes!” Atomic and nuclear weapons had been banned for fifty years at that point, but seeing clearly marked atomic bombs out in the open signaled that the Tolsiki were okay with playing dirty. This was frightening. A small one could take out a few blocks. A larger one could destroy a city or a wyvern of dragons. Fearsome stuff, indeed.

Avai and Sarinya broke down crying. I felt my eyes growing moist myself, and tried to think, “everything will be all right! Stay strong!” It was difficult, though. We had been relying on Tarson’s Noble Troops and Hussars to keep us safe from the Tolsiki. If the latter were parading around Anselheim, our capital, that meant a great failure of the war effort must have occurred. The Tarsonian troops were our pride and joy! What could have happened?
We saw on television that the troops marched onto Ansel Square, at the heart of town, by the royal palace. We saw them storm the palace, guns and dragons blazing, explosions sounding. We saw the King and Queen being led out in chains, and we all had a great cry. Right on live camera, we saw the princesses being pushed out, stark naked and shivering in the cool air. Each was flanked by a Tolsiki guard, fondling her breasts and attempting to kiss her in her mouth. At a toot from one of the flutes, all of the princesses were thrown to the ground, the guards hiked their kilts and knelt, and promptly began thrusting into the princesses right in front of the royal couple. All were screaming and tussling, their hair bedraggled, blowing in the wind. Troops were forcing the King and Queen to watch. Nothing was censored or blurred. Liquid was coming out of the princesses’ twats. I hugged Avai tight and Mara hugged Sarinya. All of us had worry and grief upon our brows. Troops took out scissors and cut off the King and Queen’s eartips while they were being forced to look. This made the Royal Couple resemble humans, although with bloody tops of ears. We loved the fact that we had pointy ears; it distinguished us as elves, and losing those eartips was often something that brought great shame.
Somehow, somewhere, the old Pompard joke about elves having pointy clits came to mind. I irrationally giggled. We don’t really have pointy clits, but at one time Pompards rumored that our clitori must be pointed because our ears were. How silly is that?
We watched as the troops jabbed spiked knuckles up the princesses’ chests so that blood came out of both their chests and mouths, we watched them cough and struggle to breathe, twisting and curving on the ground, one of them even sitting up before collapsing. Two died with their mouths foaming. The third, who had sat up, collapsed on her side and convulsed before expiring, face down. When the last princess died, the king and queen were decapitated by a sword, to a massive drumroll. Their heads were stuck on long spikes, which were then jammed into the ground in front of the royal palace.
In swooped a dragon with a man on board, wearing a cape. The dragon perched on the ground and the man alighted. He was none other than Jokim Tolshik, and he picked up the royal crown, which was now on a table next to him. He made an announcement. First, he said, he was now the Tarson king by right of assassination. This was an old right, not used in over three hundred years. The second thing he said: Tarson was now dissolved and annexed into the Tolshiki Empire. We now had to accept Tolshiki governors and Tolshiki rule.
The orders followed swiftly at this point. The university was shut down. The theaters and stores, shut down. The restaurants, closed. Transit, much of the service was suddenly gone. The port was blockaded. Food rationing was promptly instituted. All Tarson elves were henceforth fired from their jobs and businesses closed. Everyone had to give up their TVs and radios and weapons. A lot of us refused to follow those decrees, and practically every house soon had a secret chamber or cubbyhole with contraband hidden somewhere.

Herba was a novelist. She spent every day looking for inspiration, writing different techniques and trying out ideas. But that would all soon be in the past. Because today would change her life.

She sat at the computer as usual a cup of coffee on the side. The screen itself was open on a
word editor, but the document was completely blank. Not even a title was to be seen. But despite this, Herba was furiously thinking. There was so much to consider when writing a story. So much detail had to be included, it almost seemed impossible to get anywhere. The world had to come to life in every way, but how does one even communicate that?

While she thought about her story, completely focused on the screen, there was a sudden sound
she was sure she had never heard before, at least not in person.

Gunfire. Explosions.

She rushed to the window to take a look outside, expecting the worst. And indeed, her fears
were confirmed. Across the street, on opposite ends, two sets of troops stood firing at each other over the cars. Herba was excited for the smallest instant before realising the reality of the situation. What if the house was caught in crossfire? She recalled the fact har mother was downstairs preparing dinner for them. What if they shoot through the glass? She had to make sure her mum was safe. Thus she span the
chair around and began to head down the stairs.

Instant silence.

Everything black.

A pain in her forehead.

Her hearing slowly began to recover, and she opened her eyes to assess the area. Rubble was
everywhere. She was somehow in the one part of the house still standing. It took a few more seconds of taking in the surroundings. The ash lining the fallen rubble of what was once her home. The fires over parts of the building that had been hit more directly by the explosion. The smoke rising all around. A symbol of death.

No. Her mom had to be fine. She just had to find her. It would all be ok. They could get a new
house. Just as long as she lived. Then Herba found her. She lay under the rubble, with not a single breath.

Herba was stood in shock for a few seconds. It might have even been a minute. That moment
seemed to last forever. Then another explosion took her out of the trance. She turned around, storming out of the broken bricks and plaster, and immediately punched a soldier who was next to the building.

“Why the hell do you damn idiots have to fight…. My mother’s dead because of your stupid
rebellion. My…” She couldn’t take it. It was hard to believe she was gone.

The man turned to her with a solemn look. “Listen kid, I know this had gotta be hard for you, but the whole reason we’re doing this is because good people are dying every day in the outer ring because of the Empire. Here in the middle ring you don’t see it, but you’re not the first one to lose their parents. Every one of us owe someone to these bastards.”

It was hard to believe, but she had been out to the outer ring once, and it was rough. She had
never particularly liked the Empire, but the fight against it always seemed so far away, and there wasn’t a lot that could be done about it.

But now they had bombed her house just to take out a couple of rebels. She was infuriated at
them. The anger built up inside her, and suddenly, she found herself at the enemy side without warning. They had guns and she didn’t, but logic didn’t matter now. She had to get revenge on them.

She punched on of them in anger. But unlike the sodier earlier, this one flew back as if struck by a train, with a noticable crevice in his chest. She moved onto the next, and one by one punched each of them until they were all down. Somehow each one of them was rendered unconsious or killed in only a single blow, but she had done it. But for Herba that wasn’t enough. There were still so many in the capital that just sat by while order like this were given, or even gave them themselves.

The rebels were stunned at what just happened. Even she didn’t completely understand what
had just happened. As they began to retreat, she joined them. There was nothing left to lose.

***

“So we’ve got a new recruit?” Erun asked when they arrived at the Rebel hideout. There was a
hidden basement deep in the outer ring with a concealed complex inside. It was amazing such a place existed, completely invisible from the outside world. And inside, a massive number of people were moving around, heading to various parts of the facility, training, planning. It was almost like an entire army.

“Yes,” answered Harris, the rebel who’d talked to her before “the Empire saw fit to take out a
civilian building along with us. But she also somehow managed to take them all out by herself. I’m honestly not sure how she managed to break their line of defence so quickly.”

“Sounds like you caused quite a stir.” Erun smiled “What’d you say to some training.”

They began walking, deep into the complex, until eventually they came to a room scattered with
armour and weapons of various types hung up on stands.

“Choose your weapon and we’ll head off to the arena.” She took a look around at the models.
Most were pretter similar, so she ended up just taking the closest one, before heading next door. Erun was inside, along with many more trainees.

“Our tech guys managed to rig these weapons to fire fake lasers. They hit your armour, you lose
a point. Three points and you’re out.” Erun explained. It sounded pretty simple. It was a free for all, so she just needed to hit as many people as possible. “You’ll all get 30 seconds to go whereever you like in this arena. I’ll signal you when you can start attacking. So, begin!”

Immediately, the entire room scattered. Herba froze for a second, before also heading out into
the network of tunnels. Erun’s voice soon echoed through the maze. “Aaaand, go!”

Beep. She got hit before she could even see her opponent. How was she meant to defend against
this. She hid behind a barrier to protect her. Beep. This time somebody managed to bounce it off the mirror behind her. This was ridiculous. She was beginning to feel frustrated. How could she possibly do anything if her reflexes were this slow, and the others that fast?

Then everything slowed down. It was as if the world had been switched to easy mode. She
targeted the others with ease, and when the shot did come towards her, she saw it coming and dodged.

She was too focused on taking out the others to think about what was happening or why, but soon they were all out. She relaxed and everything was back to normal.

Erun looked shocked and impressed. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Relax for today. We’ll try and work out what on earth’s going on tomorrow.” Herba was just as surprised – she didn’t even know what had just happened. As he left, she felt a strange sensation in her groin. Why would she be sexually stimulated now? She went to her room to pleasure herself while wondering about everything that had transpired. Her mothers death, the Empire, the Rebels and her unexpected athletic ability, if you could
call it that. A lot had happened and it was only going to get more intense.

***

“Ok,” said Erun, “The Empire has sent out reinforcements to a riot going on in the south. This is a good chance to take out their western communication tower here in the west.” He pointed towards the map. “While a pretty significant goal, it should be pretty easy with all the guards distracted – should be a good starting one for Herba.” Herba nodded with acknowledgement.

After that training exercise, Erun put her through many more training excercises to test the extent of her abilities. The results really were extrodinary, and he finally decided to try giving her a shot in the field. If she could do half as well as in the simulations out here, she’d be a game-changer.

The rebels filtered out of the meeting room, and Erun took Herba aside to talk “Are you sure
you’ve got a handle on whatever this is? I wouldn’t want to force you to use it and have it backfire or something – we’re still not sure how it works.”

Herba was touched by his concern “Don’t worry – I know what I’m doing.” She reassured him,
and they headed out.

When they arrived near the area, they sat in predefined positions until the guards moved to the right position. All at once they moved in, attacking from both sides at once. Fire came down on the guards who weren’t even sure where it was coming from. It felt good to take revenge on the Empire.

She could never get her mother back, but she could take something from them too.

With the guards gone, they quickly moved up to the top of the radio tower, and Marie, the tech
girl, started reconfiguring it to anti-Empire messages. Meanwhile, John was out planting explosives so they could take down the tower before the Empire got it back.

“Why are we bothering to take out the radio?” Herba wondered aloud.

“Peoples perceptions of how well the battle goes is based on the news. We take it over, it seems
like the Empire is losing control. They feel more confident they could fight the Empire and win. It doesn’t seem significant, but these things make a big difference.” Erun replied. As he finished, a small ball rolled into the room, and smoke suddenly appeared everywhere. An ambush!

Herba began to panic, but then froze, remembering before. Every time she used an ability, she felt anger, or frustration, or some other emotion. Maybe, all she had to do was feel the right way, and she would get some ability. So she let herself become scared. This was terrifying, this might be the end for her.

And suddenly, it seemed like she could feel the air around her. Move the smoke away. This
revealed two soldiers. They stood there staring at her transfixed. She tried to move them out of the way just like with the smoke, and amazingly, they flew across the room. She could also feel a few more soldiers coming up the stairs, and knocked them out just as easily, without even being able to see them.

It was incredible to think about how strong this powers were. She had managed to teleport, knock
people out with one hit, slow down time and now telekinesis. With this she could surely defeat the Empire with ease.

She cleared the rest of the gas from the room and the others began to stand up.

“Thanks,” Erun said, shocked by the whole experience. “This is my fault, I should have added more scouting.”

“Hey, we’re all alive. It’s fine.” Herba assured.

“Hmm… Ok. Let’s return for now, but we’re going to talk more about what you just did when
we get back. Go ahead and check for guards.” Herba nodded, and scouted out the stairs, reaching the exit as everyone else packed up to leave.

At the exit was one guard left, who put his hards up dropping his weapon after seeing her for a few seconds.

“I surrender”

Herba laughed “You’re just giving up?” Was she that intimidating? Granted she had just killed a
dozen soldiers without touching them.

“Of course, for one as beautiful as you” Now Herba was confused.

“Me?”

“Yes,” He confirmed, nodding frantically. “You’re like an angel on earth. Please, fuck me now. Take me with you to heaven”

She was even more confused. Was he giving up on his duty as a soldier for this? Could it be this
was another power she had too? She smiled. It had been a long time since she had felt a dick in her, and since she started using the powers, she had become very horny. It was only a bit of sex, surely it wouldn’t hurt.

So she walked up to him and started stripping the clothes from him. He was ecstatic at her
response, and swiftly grabbed her tits uncontrollably, feeling the heavy circular shape of them in his hands. As she undressed him, he also began to undress her, freeing her from her jacket and tank top. He touched her skin and it was as smooth and nice as he expected of an angel. Slowly, he made his way up to her bra, and swiftly released it, letting two large fleshy lumps expand out towards him. He eagerly
grabbed them again, feeling them, playing with them, touching the nipples.

In the meantime, Herba was still undressing him slowly. Once he was down to pants, she began
to take his cock, and she could see the waves of pleasure emanating from him from her just holding it.

Every small hand motion led to another ripple in response. By this point she was beginning to get really wet, and it seeped through the fabric of her panties. She pressed her bottom half right against his penis, rubbing it up and down, and both of them sighed with pleasure.

Unable to take any more, she ripped off her panties, pushed him to the ground and mounted
him. It had been so long since anything was in her cunt, she felt an incredible feeling as each inch of his cock entered her. The feeling of it filling her up was so amazing, it didn’t even matter they were outside. They slowly got faster, and faster until they couldn’t possibly move faster. Except Herba did.

Time slowed and he was being pumped faster than he even knew possible.

She enjoyed every moment of having this culmination of flesh in her, until eventually he
couldn’t hold it any longer, and more pleasure than he knew hit him as a hose of sperm erupted from his penis. This thick white goo filled up her every crevice, except for the oviduct, spreading out to touch her every cell, and each one reacted to it. It was amazing. But suddenly she had a thought.

This soldier looks to be as happy as I am. Why should the Empire get pleasure off of me?

Surely they deserve all the pain they can get, and as she had this dark thought, she turned to the one in front of her. He deserves to die as much as all the others. She looked at him and imagined him as the Empire. The sum of all that she hated.

With this in mind, she reached into his body, using her newfound telekinesis, and stroked his
heart. He juttered a little, but was so immersed in pleasure, he hardly noticed it. She reached around and grabbed it fully. Again, he was too happy to notice the sudden anomaly in his body. Herba pressed her lips against his, and he eagarly returned it. With this feeling, he couldn’t help but cum again, releasing more goo to fill Herba. She smiled further before slowly squeezing the heart.

He finally writhed suddenly in pain, realising something was wrong, but was stuck in place by
her lips and pussy. It was as if the spell was broken, and he frantically shuffled around trying to get away. But Herba woudn’t let him escape. He suddenly convulsed as his autonomic responses kicked in, and cum, piss and shit erupted from his penis and bottom in panic. She couldn’t help but laugh as she savoured the new feeling in her pussy, while finally climaxing at his motions, just as the heart burst and blood spread out inside him. Finally he came to a stop, dead, and Herba thought on how good the experience felt. If she could actually make people want to have sex with her, it could be an amazing asset.

Then everyone else came out. “You ready” Erun asked. Herba just nodded as they headed back
to base.

Aaron drove for half an hour as Veronica and Kenzie kissed in the back seat. His dick expanded against the fabric of his boxers every time he looked at them through the mirror.

“So,” he looked up, “you two have different dads or…’

“Oh,” Kenzie said, smooching Veronica between each word, “we’re not actually biologically sisters.”

“Huh!” He glanced back again.

“Yeah, we just call ourselves sisters because we look alike.”

“And pretty much everyone calls us ‘the sisters,’ so we go along with it.” Veronica gazed into Kenzie’s eyes. Kenzie kissed her again.

“So, which one of you is the oldest? You both almost look like twins.”

“We’re actually the same age.”

“Exactly the same age. In fact, we both just turned eighteen today.”

“Well, happy birthday then.” Aaron turned onto a dirt road. The highway disappeared behind a thicket of trees. “Wait, how does that work?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you two must have a different dad or mom…”

Veronica laughed. “Oh! We’re not actually sisters. She’s black.”

“I thought she might’ve been mixed.”

“Nope, she’s completely black.”

“Well, my great-grandmother was Cherokee or something like that.”

“So, you pretty much look alike and were born on the same day. And you ended up being best friends. That’s kinda cute, actually.”

Kenzie chuckle. “Yeah. So, you were actually going to have a threesome with us thinking we were sisters?”

“I try not to judge.”

“I’m not gonna lie, it would be hot as fuck if we were.”

“Oh my God! Yum!” Kenzie grabbed Veronica’s tit and squeezed.

“So, where are we going anyway?”

“It’s a nice little hiding spot I used to play at when I was a kid. I also take April down here when we, uhm, hang out. So, I’m guessing the party was for your birthdays?”

“Nah. April just wanted to throw a party while her parents were in Oregon. She didn’t tell you the why?”

Aaron shook his head. “She just told me that she was having a party and I should come over. I kinda thought she wanted to fuck, but I didn’t see her there.”

“Omar was there earlier. She probably took him upstairs.”

“She’ll probably want you to come by later so she can actually get an orgasm tonight. If you don’t mind sloppy seconds.”

Kenzie snorted. “If what Jiao said is true, I’m not surprised.”

“So, you two just go to parties to bone random dudes.”

“Well, we were supposed to meet Paul Riley. You know, the muscle guy with red hair?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen him around.”

“Well, he had to work late.” Kenzie rolled her eyes.

“You’re pretty much our backup.

“Well, looks like he lost and I gained.”

“I know, right?”

They emerged from the trees and Aaron stopped the car several feet from the edge of a cliff. Kenzie gasped.

Aaron and the girls got out.

“It’s beautiful,” Veronica whispered as she peered out at the sea. She pulled Kenzie to her and gripped Aaron’s hand.

Moonlit waves crashed against jagged rocks below. Forests lined the coast in either direction. Animal cries pervaded the woods behind them.

“Can we fuck out here instead of in the car? It’s too beautiful to fuck in there.”

“Sure. Nobody ever comes out here, except for maybe Bigfoot.”

Kenzie laughed and stared off into the woods. “Hey, Bigfoot! Do you like these?” Kenzie lifted her shirt and grabbed her tits.

Veronica did the same and the girls giggled as they flashed their pear-shaped titties to whatever lurked in the woods. She grabbed Kenzie’s shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the ground. She raised her arms as Kenzie removed her shirt. The topless girls turned to Aaron.

Kenzie leaned forward and grabbed his zipper. “Let’s see what you got, Mister Galvan.” She grinned and opened his fly. His cock throbbed in her hand. “Oh my!” Kenzie caressed it as she crouched. She leaned forward and kissed the head, then began licking the shaft. Aaron threw his arm around Veronica. She giggled as he pulled her in. Aaron leaned into her and they kissed. He massaged her breasts. His hand slithered down her stomach as his lips moved away from her lips, kissing her slender neck. His lips wrapped around her nipple, his fingers slipped into her pussy. Veronica moaned and threw her head back. She dug her fingernails into his scalp and pulled his hair. Her thighs clenched. His fingers hammered her hole as she squirted. Aaron came seconds later, groaning as Kenzie pumped his semen into her mouth. She stuck her tongue out as cum drizzled down her chin.

“How is it?”

Kenzie grabbed Veronica and kissed her. Veronica kissed back and moaned, licking Aaron’s cum from her friend’s mouth. Kenzie pushed Veronica onto the hood. Veronica giggled as Kenzie kissed her body and started licking her pussy. She pointed at Aaron then slapped her ass and spread her thighs. Aaron mounted her, gripping her tits, and penetrated her pussy. Kenzie’s moans were muffled with her tongue deep in Veronica’s womanhood. She scratched the paint off the car as she clenched her fingers.

Aaron reached into his jacket and pulled out a twelve-inch Bowie knife. He gripped the handle as Kenzie’s pussy contracted around his cock. Her orgasmic howl ceased when he slammed the blade into the top of her skull. She spasmed on his cock as he buried a third of it in her brain. Semen and piss gushed down her legs while blood streamed through her hair and down her face.

Veronica screamed as she crawled up the hood. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

Aaron shoved Kenzie’s twitching body to the ground. “I thought she’d look hot with my knife in her skull. On second thought, I think it’d be cuter in your belly.”

“You’re a fucking psychopath! Kenzie! Kenz-aahhh!” She screamed as the windshield shattered, sending her tumbling into the front seat.

Aaron pulled on the knife. It didn’t move, making wet crunching sounds it jimmied around in her head. The car door opened and Veronica darted out, leaving behind a trail of blood while shards of glass dislodged from her ass. “Come on, Goddamnit!” He stomped on Kenzie’s back and yanked it out with blood and brain matter stuck to the blade. He threw it at Veronica, shouting, “Fuck,” as it grazed her ear and bounded off a tree, tumbling over the cliff. Her screams trailed off behind her into the woods.

Aaron grumbled as he threw open the back door and looked under the seats. “Doesn’t this fucking loser have a toolbox or … aha!” He grabbed a sledgehammer under the backseat and slammed the door shut. He shattered the back window with it and took off, following the trail of glass and blood.

Aaron crushed twigs and leaves beneath his boots as he sprinted through the trees. Another set of footsteps grew louder as he approaches, then the outline of a naked woman appeared, illuminated by the Moon. Veronica looked back and screamed. She ducked down and accelerated, breathing and squealing with every step. Aaron closed the distance. He stopped, tightened the grip on his hammer, and tossed it. It arched through the darkened trees. She screamed as it crashed into her head and thudded to the ground.

Aaron dashed to the spot. Veronica rolled in the dirt, groaning and clutching her head. Aaron picked the hammer and raised it over his head.

“Please … why are you doing this? We didn’t do anything to you. Don’t kill me, I still have my whole life ahead of me. I-I’m going to University in a few weeks, please don’t destroy my-”

He slammed the hammer into her nose. She wailed and covered her face as blood poured out.

“W-we told Omar that you’ve been sleeping with his girl. He’ll fuck you up.”

Veronica’s forehead caved with a wet crack as he brought it down again. Her incoherent babbling stopped after three strikes. Her skull contorted, eyeballs popped out, and chunks of brain fell out. Aaron’s hammer splashed the brain and blood until she stopped twitching and pissing.

Aaron tossed the hammer aside and mounted her body. He impaled her with his cock. Her tits jiggled as he bounced on her dead body. He came, filling her womb as he howled at the Moon.

“The funniest thing is that I never even met April.” He spat on her pussy then made his way out of the forest. He walked back to his car and drove out of town.

I loved this story. Keep up the writing.

With the hated woman finally dead Akiko's head rose with the camera to reveal a dozen more women arrayed around the perimeter of the building. Despite their different faces and builds they all shared the same unmistakable garb of the Crimson Lotus Society. Wordlessly picking up the fallen assassin's sword Akiko beckoned them to try their luck.

The first two didn't get past their initial charge as all it took was a stab and a slash to quickly dispatch them. The third one was younger and less eager to throw herself straight into it. Being careful she managed to cross steel several time before a surprise kick left her unexpectedly on her knees with Akiko's sword drawing a clean line across her throat.

Seven more girls then died screaming in pain as part of an action packed sequence of death that culminated in a helicopter spin which decapitated two of the actresses in a single blow. The Akiko sisters had practiced for weeks to be sure that they could pull off the demanding move since in a production like this there wasn't room for anything but perfection from its star.

Now there were only two opponents left, one of them had been casually holding back by the wall while the other seemed to understand how big of a mistake she'd made in challenging the legendary samurai.

Trembling she tried to back away with her sword held protectively in front of her but Akiko's character wouldn't have it; still enraged by the loss of her lover she dashed sideways and swung her blade down cutting off both of the girl's arms and then for good measure dropped low and hacked her legs off at the knee causing the newly made quadruple amputee to tumble face down into one of the bathing pools.

Now the final member of the Crimson Lotus Society stepped forward, her high born features showing no concern over what had happened to her underlings, not even for the terrified girl flailing her stumps as she sunk beneath the blood soaked water. The scripted exchange between them was a mix of the woman's sarcastic praise for Akiko's honor and Akiko's own promise to take the woman's head as a trophy.

Then the real battle began and it seemed that the two of them were very closely matched. Akiko, her braid now loose and her nude body dirtied with the blood of all those women contrasted against the clean silk garments and refined makeup of the noble bearing assassin leader. Sparks flew as steel met steel and they both tried repeatedly to find a weakness in the other's defense.

Off camera Akiko watched as her sister recovered from one failed attack and then raised her sword to block the assassin's quick return. Having practiced this set many times it was obvious which step her sister had missed even with only a split second to catch it. Unfortunately the mistake was a costly one and instead of knocking away the assassin's blade the angle of her sword redirected it, giving the other actress no time to react before her sword had already slipped down and bisected through half of Akiko's stomach.

The director yelled cut and threw down an expensive headset in obvious exasperation. Many groans rang out behind the camera at the realization that the entire sequence had been ruined and they'd have to do it all over again. Crew members immediately got to work resetting the scene but it would probably take hours before they'd be ready to shoot again.

On the ground Akiko choked and sobbed as she desperately tried to pull her ruined guts back inside of herself but it was a lost cause. Annoyed members of the costume department stepped around her as they collected the clothing that would need to be cleaned and repaired so that the sisters of those already killed could be dressed correctly.

Behind the camera Akiko glanced around and noticed that the Rina understudy was looking right at her. As soon as their eyes met Rina gave a clear come hither gesture and turned towards the dressing rooms. It was obvious that seeing her identical sister's performance had made Rina horny and now she wanted Akiko to help to 'practice' the love making portion of the scene before they were called back to film the second take of Rina's titillating death.

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**“**No, I won and now I get to kill you, Nicole says happily, drawing her knife and making a slow cut down his body, relishing his suffering and still moaning softly from Carl’s tongue. Her victim cries out in pain as he gets cut. “please! Please no!” Ignoring his complaints, Nicole takes the victim’s balls in her hand and in one motion, violently cuts them off. Blood squirts from his balls, flowing down his legs to the ground as he screams from the pain.

“Ahhhh.... Ahhhh yesss...” Nicole, moans, grinding against Carl’s Tongue.. Mmmm, don't worry, your time is up, she reassures the last survivor. As soon as I do… This! She says, slitting his throat. The last victims blood squirts out of his neck hitting, Nicole in the face and covering it in thick red fluid. Now, look like there's only one left. Carl says. standing up and winking again, “Mmm yeah are you ready for your turn?” Nicole asks, turning to Carl and grinning. Carl grins back. “I am.”

Nicole smiles and a thought occurs to her. “Hmm... Actually, maybe we should do this at my place. It would be nice showing my house to someone who isn't trying to run” Hearing this, Carl smiles and kisses her neck. “yes ma'am.” Nicole happily leads Carl to her car, showing off her bare ass for him, not bothering to get dressed again. The only thing she has had on was a necklace. Reaching her car, she climbs inside, opening the door for Carl, being polite. “Thanks!!! I never get to do this!!” Nicole tells Carl. He climbs in and goes back to rubbing her pussy as she gets to driving “It's all good. I figured you were pretty and really enjoying the show so why not.” Carl says, laying back and relaxing as he fingers his new partner

“Yeah!! I’ve spent a lot of effort on my collection and it's nice to finally show it off.” Nicole says. As she reaches her house, she gets out and leads Carl to her front door and opening it with a flourish. Revealed is a house completely dedicated to male death. In front of the couch les a Manskin rug, upon which rests a glass table supported by two taxidermied bodies bent over on their hand and knees, with more bodies mounted on the walls of the room as trophies. But the real attraction is the dozens, perhaps hundreds of taxidermied heads hanging from the ceiling, each with a cd on a string hanging beneath it.

“So, what do you think?” Nicole asks, her living room on full display. Carl’s jaw drops and looks over at Nicole. “Damn that's fucking awesome.” “Thanks!! I really did put a lot of work into this!! Oh, I suppose you're wondering about the CDs on those strings, she says, plucking on and holding it up for Carl to see. He looks at it with a tilted head and a puzzled expression on his face. ‘’yeah I am.”

Nicole pops it into the player, showing a video of a guy struggling and screaming and begging for his life as a circular saw cuts through his body, stopping just before it reaches his head. “I always have a tiny camera with me” Nicole says gesturing to her necklace. “It records all my victims” Carl looks down at it and smiles “well I love the idea, I should have done that with my ride.”

“Thanks!!! I have a special place on my bedroom wall for you if you want it” Nicole offers, showing Carl to her bedroom, decorated in the same way Carl walks in and smiles as he looks around “this so cool. So where would I go?” “Here!!” she says, pointing at a blank spot just over her bed. “Right between my dad, who was first kill from when I was 4 and where I'm gonna put my best friend once they finally wheel him out for the festival today.”

Carl walks up and holds Nicole by her waist “Now for the fun question. How?” “Hmm I was gonna use my special knife.” She says, flashing the same knife she killed her prize from the booth with in front of his face. Carl runs his finger along the edge cutting it as he does, slightly wincing “Why's it so special?” “More than 500 kills with it, she explains. “I got it for my 6th birthday and I've used it ever since.

While she explains this, she slowly pins Carl to her bed, straddling him as she does, slowly mounting her, positioning herself on top of him, her soaked pussy just touching the head of Carl’s meaty cock. Carl smiles up and at Nicole as he sets his hands on her hips smiling. “Damn that's a hell of a count, I love it! “Thanks, soon to be number 533, Nicole teases, lowering herself down onto him and setting about riding him hard. Carl moans and bucks his hips against Nicole as she does, increasing her pleasure "Oh fuck yeah.”

The pair moans together as Nicole continues riding Carl, leaning forward and kissing her deeply, a kiss returned in kind as Nicole runs her knife down Carl’s side, making shallow cuts along his body, moaning out and enjoying the sensation. Carl moans softly and winces, even through the pain moaning. "yesss.” “Mm yeah, you like being cut like that?” Nicole asks, cutting down his other side. Almost in response to the question, Nicole feels Carl’s dick twitch excitedly inside her.

“Mmm... Mmm are you about to cum?” Nicole asks in response and positions her knife over Carl’s eye, slowly poking it in just enough to blind him. “Mhm” Carl responds, nodding just as the tip of Nicole’s knife pokes straight into his eye, tearing it up, making a narrow cut. Carl jerks his head back, a bit too late. “You know what happens when you do that right” She teases. Carl nods his head yes and smiles up at her. “You snuff me.”

“Exactly!! And since you’ve been so good, you can finish inside me!!’ Nicole says, about to cum too!!! “Okay?” “Yes ma'am. Ahhh fuck, Carl says, bucking his hips wildly. Nicole stabs him in the other eye, blinding him completely, moaning out. “Ahhhhh yessss I'm cumming!!!” Carl yells out. Nicole feels him cumm deep inside her and a switch flips inside her mind. In one motion, she brings down her knife, burying it in Carl’s throat

Carl smiles and cums again as he gets stabbed and gargles on his blood, then takes some of his blood in his hand and rubs it on Nicole’s face, smiling. Nicole smiles back and give him a deep kiss, drinking his blood directly from his mouth, before petting his head as he coughs up blood. She looks in Carl’s eyes, seeing the life start to drain from them as he loses blood. “You were an amazing kill” Nicole whispers in Carl’s ear, wanting him to go out with a smile. Her wish is granted as he weakly wraps his arms around Nicole and dies holding her. Good, Nicole says, smiling and hugging him tight, deciding to take a nap holding his body

A few hours later, though, Nicole wakes up with the distinct feeling that she has forgot something. As she racks her brain, trying to remember what it was, it finally comes to her. “Oh no!!! Trevor!!” She cries out, realizing she hadn't snuffed her best friend as planned. She grabbed her keys and rushed back to the fair, hoping no one else had stolen her kill.

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Nicole ran into the snuff fair, nervously looking around for Trevor. “Come on, be here, be here!!” She thought, scanning the gymnasium for the human dartboard. Upon seeing him being wheeled out, the previous occupant having finally died of blood loss, she lets out a sigh of relief and runs over to the booth eagerly, paying for ten darts, ignoring the look of terror on Trevor’s face.
Initially, Trevor is relieved to see a familiar face, a look of relief spreading over his face. "Hey!" he shouts when he finally see her, hoping his friend might have an answer for all this and will save him from this situation. "Finally you're here! I don't know what the hell is going on, please do something." He pleads with Nicole, confused.
Nicole looks up at him, ignoring Trevor’s pleas for help. "Oh, hey!!!! Remember how you said that if you wanted anyone to snuff you, you wanted it to be me?" She ask, smiling, having mistaken his offhand remark for a legitimate desire to be killed by her. "Here I am!!!"
Trevor still can’t quite believe this is real and scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Oh come on, it's not even funny. Did you sign me up for this just to pull a prank? You know I didn’t mean it when I said that!"
"no!! I came here so I can snuff you!!!" Nicole responds. "I'm pretty sure I can do this in ten darts" She teases, ignoring her friend’s excuse. “It’s too late to get cold feet, so do it for me?” She asks, taking the first dart and throwing it, hitting him square in the left testicle with the first one. "you know how I love snuff"
Trevor screams in pain and disbelief, his legs kicking about furiously, feeling the horrible piercing pain in his testicle. "What the fuck! That really fucking hurt!!" He screamed, his predicament now truly sinking in
"I'm gonna do a lot more than that by the end of this!” Nicole said eagerly and happily. “Don't worry, I have a nice place in my bedroom for your body so we can see each other every day!" "
“You fucking bitch, this is NOT funny. Cut this crap now, I.. I need a fucking ambulance, my ball got ruptured!" Trevor rages, struggling and thrashing against his restraints to no avail.
Nicole, apon hearing this, is infuriated at her friend insulting her. Her own best friend who she’s been with through thick and thin is treating her like this, saying the absolute worst things about her. "call me a bitch will you? I thought we were friends!!" Nicole says angrily, seemingly unaware that there's anything wrong with what she’s doing, winding up again, throwing her next dart at Trevor’s other testicle.
Trevor squirms in pain, screaming out loud and gritting his teeth, looking down in terror at the ends of the two darts as they point out from his balls.
Nicole, having rationalized her friend’s outburst as a one time deal after being overwhelmed by her surprise, looked at her handiwork. “wow, they stuck too! I thought they would fall out" She says, impressed with how good a job she’s done "Come on, can't you be more romantic? Like the main guy dying for a girl’s pleasure at the end of a romance movie?" She asks, having hoped for that magical experience as all girls do.

Also, this probably goes without saying, but anyone is free to contribute stories to this thread.

If anyone wants to make the backstory of the top hanging photo I'd love to hear it.

She cried as I undressed her, peeling off the layers of clothing one by one. A thousand thoughts and emotions must have passed through her head. Fear. Regret. Anger. Embarrassment. That was one reason why this job was so exciting. I knew that all of those thoughts would soon come to an abrupt, immature end.

Soon she was down to her underwear, and I stepped behind her and unclasped her bra. I took a step back and paused, admiring her back, the form of which guided my gaze downwards to her cute little butt, covered by her adorable white panties decorated with pink hearts.

I stepped forward again and slipped off her panties. The middle part stuck to her pussy as if it was trying to preserve the last of the girl's modesty, but ultimately slipped off as i tugged on it. I let gravity do the rest of the job then gave her a little nudge. She dutifully stepped out of her final piece of clothing. She would never wear clothes again.

Some might have found her compliance strange, but the girl knew perfectly well that resisting would only make things worse. I picked up the panties and felt the soft fabric with my fingers for a moment. They were still imbued with her warmth, and I could think of no better aphrodisiac. I didn't have a huge fetish for panties or anything, but I liked to collect the panties of some of the girls coming through this room that I perceived to be special in some way. I tossed them into the pile with the rest of her clothes. I would decide if they were worth keeping later.

The air in the dark, concrete room was far from cold but the girl shivered, tears still flowing. She stood with her arms falling naturally by her sides, for which I was thankful since it allowed me to take in the sight of her pert, well formed breasts and gorgeous little bush on her mons once I stepped in front of her again.

"You know how this goes," I said. "Do you want to do it the easy way or the hard way?"

"Easy," she said, looking at the floor, not daring to meet my eyes.

"Good girl," I said, leading her to a table lined up against a wall. On the way we passed the racks displaying my whips, nails and the rest of my collection of torture instruments. I gave them a longing look. 'Next time' I told myself.

She remained surprisingly calm as I took her virginity. I found myself being slower and more tender than usual, stroking her black hair, drying her tears, kissing her light brown nipples, even applying a generous rather than minimal helping of lube to make it go in easier. Whether it was compassion or just basic decency I couldn't tell, but I'm pretty sure I felt for her in some way or another. Still, a job is a job and every employer has demands. Besides, the girl was gorgeous so holding back wasn't exactly easy.

When I was close to cumming I pulled out and let her lick me to orgasm. I came in her mouth, on her pink, full lips and on her cute face. It was the type of scene that would make an excellent porn site thumbnail and I had to pause and admire it for a few moments. I wiped her off with a wet cloth and gave her a sip of water for the taste. I cleaned her little pussy too, to make it pretty again for the cameras. She had only bled a little, and in a way I felt relieved that her pain had at least been somewhat limited. After wiping off the remains of our lovemaking I reapplied a little lube, just around her opening. I knew well how the viewers loved seeing some wetness down there when a girl died. Whether it was real or not didn't really matter.

"Well done, honey. It will be over soon," I told her and gently took her hand, leading her to the noose which hung from a steel beam in the middle of the room. I positioned her in the center of the big X painted on the floor, marking the are covered by the trapdoor. I adjusted the noose according to the guide, which recommended a very long drop for a girl as small as her, 8 feet to be precise. I didn't bother tying her hands. Her behavior had been excellent, and when the pneumatically operated trapdoors activated she wouldn't have time to react before it was too late anyways.

As a final touch I procured an ice cube from the mini fridge I kept in the little dungeon, and rubbed it against her nipples, one at a time. She winced a little from the cold touch but otherwise remained still, eyes firmly planted on the floor. It had the desired effect and soon her nipples were both as erect as they could be. I dried them off with a towel and stepped out of the views of the cameras. I had to act fast, and decided to not give her any indication as to when she would actually drop. I reached my workstation, took a final check of the cameras, and watched it all unfold.

With the push of a button the trapdoor released and the girl began her descent. Her emerald green, truly stunning eyes burst open in surprise.

The high speed cameras captured everything, making sure that every millisecond of the girl's last seconds were documented. After a second of free fall, which seemed like much longer, the rope brutally and efficiently stopped her descent. A loud, wet crack reverberated through the room when her spine was broken, jerking her neck upwards and forcing the rest of the body to stop, leaving her head at an unnatural, distorted angle. Even watching through the camera monitors it was a beautiful sight and I couldn't wait to go over the footage later, where everything from the way her hair settled almost gracefully over her shoulders, to every bounce her little titties made would be revealed in high resolution, with plenty of slow motion shots of the action.

I made my way down the stairs rather quickly after she fell. There was something special about the first few seconds after a girl had died, where everything seemed to happen in a vacuum, like the whole world stood still for a few moments. I let the sensation wash over me and reveled in it for a moment while I watched the girl.

She was gently rocking back and forth, the occasional spasm making her legs or arms twitch a bit, but all in all it was very quiet and peaceful. A small trickle of pee ran down the inside of her silky thighs and down to her toes where it dripped into the drain below. I waited for a few minutes until I was absolutely certain no signs of life remained, then took her down from the noose. I felt a stirring in my loins again as I held her lithe, warm body in my arms. I was going to have my with with her again, but this time there was no need to be gentle.

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I'll confess I don't read much of your stuff Loke, because I'm not really into con. But that was brilliant. Lovely details and observations, and a delicious pathos. Perfect ending too!

>>13888

Thank you! Glad you liked it.

I generally find noncon more difficult to write, but sometimes inspiration strikes. I need a bit of variety!

Your body has warning signs of danger and should rarely be ignored. Panic, pain, difficulty acting, moving or even breathing. Your body has these warning signs to help keep you alive and to warn you of danger, but for some this is just a hinderance for a spell.

It had taken months of practice and play to get to the point she was at. To iron out that annoying panic signal her brain always gave off the moment she started to run out of air. To ignore the light headedness the lack of air brought for the sweet release that came after. To ignore the pain that was washed away the moment that warmth flooded her body.

She thought she was safe; she had practiced for months, used something thin and flimsy that could be easily rendered with her teeth, and /knew/ her limits. Well, the problem with limits is you never know what they are until you push them over the edge, and until you break through those limits. Only then are you truly capable of knowing what you can or can not do, but for some that is too little too late.

This had become her almost daily pattern now after coming home from work. Flop on her bed with a toy or not, slip a thin bag over her head and tuck it into her collar before securing the collar. Normally what took her thirty minutes or more to accomplish was done in mere seconds once her air ran out. That though had an inverse affect in it slowly taking longer and longer to accomplish her peak. The more she did it the longer it took, or that much more effort it took just to peak.

After a while of doing this she had learned to ignore her brain’s panic symptoms. She had rid herself of the panic that made her shred so many of the thin plastic bags. She had learned that the release that came after her head became clouded and blank was strong. She had learned to ignore the pain in her lungs since once the release hit her that pain would fade. All she had to do was tear the flimsy bag with a claw, tooth, or even her hand and she would be able to breathe again.

The problem was with every session the time it took grew seconds longer in what used to take mere seconds to peak. Now it was taking her nearly two minutes without air for her body to peak, but it was the only alternative now. She had trained her body in such a way that it was impossible to peak without the danger, and no matter what she used or how hard she tried she could not achieve that release.

Tonight, she had again covered her head, tucked in the bag, taken a deep breath, and secured her collar to her neck. She had opted to simply use her fingers instead of a toy as well since she saw now difference in time required, and her fingers felt that much better to her. As she lied there holding her breath as long as she could she played with herself, working on her labia at first and not touching her passage until the next breath. Always slowly escalating the pleasure with each practiced breath.

The funny thing is with practice and steady breathing even a bag of air no larger than your head could last a while. Your body only brings in five percent of the volume as needed oxygen, and expels the rest on exhale. However, this can only be done so many times before the oxygen in the bag drops below safe levels and can no longer replenish the blood’s supply. When this occurs your head immediately feels light headed and your pulse begins to race, as does your breathing. Your body is trying to stay alive by doing this, but it doesn’t know the bag is preventing fresh air from reaching your lungs and the rapid breathing only worsens the situation.

It would normally be about now that she would peak as her air ran out and her body began to breathe rapidly sucking the bag against her face. She could feel her peak within reach it was so close, her back arched as much as it could and her toes curled. Her eyes rolled back and her fingers thrust into herself as hard as they could. Just a few more seconds she thought, just a few more and that sweet release would hit her, and she could breathe again.

The release did hit her and expended the last of the oxygen in her blood from it, but she still felt that sweet feeling of release. She immediately reached up to tear the bag, but her arm didn’t do what she wanted and merely flopped to her side uselessly. She tried to bite at the bag with her teeth given how tight it was against her face, but her jaw wouldn’t move anymore. She didn’t even have time to realize what was happening because she had blacked out. There she laid a mess on the bed for someone to find much later, as she had merely become another statistic.

Chatin slipped her dress on getting ready for her date tonight, and tonight being Valentine’s Day. She had met a feline several months back and what had started out as a simple friendship had evolved into that much more. Although they were both a predator and a female it mattered little to her, and had long since ignored warnings from others on their relationship. What fears she had long since disappeared once their relationship became intimate.

For the night she had opted for a dress that was fancier than her normal attire, being lined with lace around the edges and across the shoulders. The dress covered her torso entirely down to her thighs, but left her back completely exposed down to her tail. With the fabric hugging her form it left enough visible to be attractive while hiding enough to make one wonder. She had worn nothing passed the dress assuming in advance that it wouldn’t be staying on her for too long anyway.

En lieu of a restaurant for the evening Aisha had opted that she come to their house for dinner, as she apparently had something special in mind. However, dinner wasn’t at the front of her thoughts currently, and it made her twitch thinking about the feline. Every time they had grown intimate, she was always left hanging and forced to solve the problem later. She was hoping tonight would be different after finally being invited to the cat’s home and on Valentine’s to boot.

She arrived at Aisha’s home in short order with her house not being too far away, though she had no idea of this fact until recently. Her claws clacked against the pathway as she walked to the door before rasping against it with her hand. Chatin was quickly met with the smiling feline wearing a red corset and matching skirt that blended well with their mostly pink fur. Aisha ushered her in with a kiss against her cheek before waving her off to sit down. “Have a seat dinner will be ready soon.” She said before disappearing from view.

Chatin flopped against the leather couch abruptly, not bothering to sit down normally. Immediately stretching out and relaxing, she waited on the feline to return. She closed her eyes waiting and thinking forward to the night, squirming lightly as her thoughts drifted straight into the gutter. It did not help her thoughts in the least when she suddenly felt claws dragging along her inner thigh. The sensation making her groan softly, she opened her eyes to the feline hovering above her purring. A second later that gaze was met with a kiss against her lips as the claws raked their way higher up her thigh.

Her groan quickly turned into a moan from the sensation, muffled with her lips pressed against the other girl’s. Those claws worked higher and higher while avoiding flesh, testing seemingly at her boundaries while quickly learning there was nothing beneath that dress. The sounds of her moaning and Aisha’s purring quickly filled the room before coming to a halt as the claws along with lips pulled away. Those claws, those sharp feline claws, however drug away with far more force than before leaving marks on her skin. The action however simple and quick earned a sharp moan from the skunk, making her shake in place while the feline only pulled away. “Food’s done.” Aisha said simply while walking away with her tail flicking idly behind her.

With a disappointed groan she drug herself from the couch on legs that were already shaking, and headed into the dining room to join the cat. Although she had no clue what had been prepared beforehand the sight of what looked like a steak with an assortment of vegetables made her mouth water. She knew most of what had been prepared was for her alone with Aisha primarily eating meat, and with their plate being sparse of anything but a steak of their own. Along with her long since getting used to Aisha being a predator, she had also grown used to the feline eating like one, so she paid no mind to it as she sat down.

“I hope it’s not too boring.” Aisha said while literally cutting into the meat with just her fork, causing Chatin to perk a brow at how soft meat was. The feline quickly took that bite into her muzzle while smiling to her and chewing it down.

“Looks good enough to me. You know I’m easy.” She said while testing that meat herself to similar results which only made her tilt her head. “Although I can’t remember ever having meat this soft before.” Adding before taking a bite herself and groaning audibly at the taste, having not had meat like this before. Meat in general was somewhat taboo with most being from a single breed of feral, or synthetic in nature. Either of which grew dull in taste regardless of how it was repaired when everything was made with it.

The feline giggled at the reaction while continuing to work at her plate. “I’m glad you like it. It took some effort to get it like this.” She said casually before taking another bite and staring at the skunk with the same smile as before, seeming to enjoy the reactions to her cooking.

“You need to tell me how you got it like this later She replied, finishing the meat off before the cat herself had time to finish. She realized this fact immediately making her blush some and go back to staring down at her plate, working at the vegetables now with far less enthusiasm.

“I plan on showing you in detail.” She replied as she finished eating and leaned forward over the table towards the skunk. “Among other things.” She added with a rumble from her throat making Chatin visibly twitch in place while trying to finish their own dinner.

“I-I see…” Chatin muttered as her face felt like it was on fire, trying now to hurry and finish what was left in front of her. Though she would suddenly stop while holding a hand up and ducking down to her side where her purse was. “I almost forgot.” She said while retrieving a box of chocolates and sliding them across the table. “It is Valentine’s after all.” Adding with a smile which was met in kind by the cat.

“Oh?” The feline said with a somewhat amused tone as she stood and walked over to grab the box. Opening it she rummaged through it before taking one into her muzzle to chew at it. Without warning Aisha leaned forward kissing the skunk and throwing her off at the action. That action making the skunk flush that much more with heat as her lips were parted, met with the feline’s tongue and sweetness from the chocolate. Groans filled the room again as the cat’s hand this time went straight for its prize, cupping the sensitive flesh between Chatin’s thighs and fondling it thoroughly.

Dinner was over at this point and she was almost literally drug from the dining room to bedroom only to be shoved down onto the bed. Her legs dangled off the side while she struggled to sit up before falling backwards once she felt a tongue against her folds. The noise that came from her muzzle was nothing short of bliss as her back arched and thighs parted widely for the feline. After having been teased each and every time by Aisha only to be left at the edge, and even at the start of the night, she utterly melted at the feeling. The teasing had gone on for the entirety of their dating and as that warm tongue met her damp folds she nearly peaked from that alone.

Reluctantly, Aisha pulled away after only a few moments of the pleasure, earning a groan from the skunk as she looked down confused. That confused look quickly disappeared, noticing the very bright and very hard erection protruding from the herm’s body. “Fuck…” Chatin said in bewilderment at the sight while Aisha quickly leveled herself with the well lubricated entrance. No words were shared as the feline pressed forward penetrating the skunk and spearing her folds apart slowly. The feline’s anatomy was different and resembled an equine more than anything, and as such that broad head took a moment to stretch her opening before popping inside. The moment it popped in, however, a sharp gasp could be heard from the skunk followed by a drawn out moan as it only slid its way deeper into her.

Aisha moved slowly at first, taking her time to hilt inside Chatin before even beginning to thrust. Each movement was methodically slow while gradually building speed until their bodies slapped against each other. Both moaned in unison for a time while Aisha grew in speed until Chatin grew quieter and sluggish. The skunk would peak suddenly without warning, squeezing at the thick shaft buried in her before falling slack entirely against the bed. Aisha paid no mind to this even as the skunk began to pass out and only continued to thrust into that passage until meeting her peak, filling the motionless body with her seed.

The feline pulled out slowly with a groan and left her on the bed to begin gathering things needed for dinner. After a few minutes, she returned to grab the skunk and tossed the female over her shoulder before heading for the kitchen. She had much to do before the initial drugs wore off and her girlfriend awoke hours later. Although part of her wondered how much she could accomplish while her partner was incapacitated, as it took time to prepare a full size anthro.

Chatin would awaken some time later with an audible groan as her limbs throbbed along with her head, and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t move. Everything was blurry as she opened her eyes and she felt like she had been drinking as she looked about. It was confusing what she was seeing, being that her arms were outstretched away from her towards the ceiling and something was tied tight around her upper arms. Her lower arms throbbed heavily as well as her lower legs, but she couldn’t see them past her torso that was being held up by her arms. She had been secured to a rack with her limbs tied off above each joint and pulled outward away from her body, leaving her quite immobile and defenseless.

Another thing she couldn’t see or feel was the IV protruding from her neck, feeding her a slow drip of heavy pain killers that was causing the drunken sensation. It wasn’t until she tried to open her muzzle to speak, and fail to do so, that she knew something was wrong. Granted her partner had been sitting by, watching and waiting for her to wake up the entire time, sitting just out of view of the skunk while playing with an oddly curved knife. “Morning, sweetheart.” She said in a tone the skunk didn’t recognize, but made her turn towards the sound regardless.

“Sorry, but I tied your muzzle shut. At this point your moans will be enough, and I don’t want to hear any pleading.” She said in a tone that sounded almost disgusted to Chatin which only made her wonder what was wrong. “Remember when you asked how I made your dinner? Well, I meant it when I said I’d show you.” Aisha continued while still out of view before Chatin felt a sharp sting at the base of her neck dragging downward. The sting almost felt like a claw raking down her spine and admittedly drew a lustful moan from her in her delirious state.

“It’s good that you can moan from this. That will make the next few parts… interesting.” The feline continued to say as the stings continued to create lines across her back, arms and finally her legs. It felt like she was being drawn on with a single claw, but it left a dull ache every place that it drug across. Aisha would finally come into the blurry view of the skunk, naked and with an erection once again, making her think it was part of some game. So, she thought nothing of it as Aisha stepped closer and wrapped around the restrained skunk while aligning herself with the skunk’s passage. The angle was somewhat odd standing up but she made it work, popping in with much less effort than the first time just a few hours prior.

Chatin moaned lewdly from the sensation as Aisha began to thrust immediately while the feline’s claws dug into her back. The pain from the claws only aroused her further making her tighten around that shaft until she felt something wrong. That wrong feeling was Aisha slowly separating Chatin’s pelt from the cuts she had made just prior. Aisha used her claws to get in under that layer of flesh and fur, getting purchase on it before tugging slowly away from the spine. Although flooded with drugs, the pain of what was happening was still intense and made her writhe against her bindings while immediately screaming in response. Though the screaming was muffled from her muzzle being tied shut, her pelt was slowly torn from her body while the feline rutted into her.

The pain was unlike anything she had felt before and no matter how she moved it wouldn’t stop. She tried to plead for Aisha to stop, but it was just as muffled as her screams as Aisha suddenly slammed into the skunk. Chatin felt warmth flood her passage as cold began to wash across her back and shoulders. That cold brought unimaginable stinging that only continued to spread with the cold, moving towards her chest now. It was at this time that the feline pulled free of the skunk, letting their joining drip to the drain below as she focused on the work at hand now.

She could now see what was happening as she looked down, as much as she didn’t believe it and as much as her brain was screaming. Aisha was tearing her fur literally from her body in one piece, and it was excruciatingly painful as well as slow. It wasn’t until she actually saw it happening that she heard the sickening sound caused by it as well, but that sound only lasted a few more seconds as the remainder of her pelt tore free from her body. She screamed until she had no air left in her lungs as her entire torso had been rendered furless, skinless and leaving only patches on her body. Her neck, upper arms, lower arms, tail and pelvic area were the only things still covered in fur at this point.

Tears rolled down her face from both the emotions flooding her brain and the pain that was beyond anything she had experienced before. She was confused as to how she was still awake during all this, and further why Aisha was doing this. The feline offered no explanation though as she methodically moved on to the next task, grabbing a fine-toothed saw after setting the pelt down. “Honestly, I don’t skin everyone I bring home for dinner, but your pelt was far too beautiful to simply shave off and waste. You are however one of the few I’ve drugged enough to keep you alive during this part… well, until your body goes into shock at some point.” Aisha said as she lined up the saw with one of the skunk’s joints.

“Funny thing about bones. They’re actually pretty hard to cut through neatly, as they’re quite hard… not to mention arteries… but if you tie off just above the joint... and separate there… then it’s easy.” The feline continued to monologue as the blade dug into the skunk’s flesh, tearing through it with ease despite the sickening noise. The pain was somehow worse than the last experience, making her writhe violently against her bindings while screaming once again. The screaming didn’t last much longer though as her voice gave out from the severity, falling to only muted noises as her body was dismembered. Aisha worked quickly to sever each limb at the joint, having already tied off above the joint to prevent her partner from bleeding out.

After a few more excruciating moments the skunk was rid of her lower arms and legs, leaving her with just her torso and the upper portions of her limbs. The next thing she felt was another sharp bite, along with a snapping sound, as her tail was literally torn from her body, leaving only another aching wound as she began to shake violently. “Oh dear… can’t have that…” The feline said while increasing the drip rate on the IV until the shaking slowly subsided. “I didn’t think removing your tail would be the tipping point… but I’ll remember it if I ever bring a skunk home again.” She said casually as she tossed the lifeless tail onto the skunk’s pelt.

“I was truly hoping to keep you alive for the finale… but it looks like you won’t last much longer. Such a frail thing.” Aisha said mostly speaking to herself at this point as she began to lower the skunk from the rack, and carry her to a nearby metal table. “Granted you’re likely too drugged to appreciate this next part… but…” She only continued to say before dragging another knife down the torso of the skunk, severing the flesh but only earning a muffled groan from her partner. Slowly Aisha began to cut open and separate the flesh, revealing the abdominal cavity beneath it.

For the time being the organs beneath were held in by the thin membrane she had skillfully avoided, but it likely wouldn’t survive the next part. Without a word or warning Aisha pulled the skunk to the edge of the table and penetrated the furless and nearly lifeless female. No response was given from Chatin as Aisha began to violently plow into the smaller female’s body. Each thrust now was visible to the naked eye as organs moved about and the vaginal passage stretched with each thrust. Aisha didn’t need long to peak this time and groaned in satisfaction as she did for the last time with the skunk.

As Aisha pulled free the only response from Chatin was breathing with her eyes staring up blankly at the ceiling. It only earned a shrug from the feline as she cut into the membrane exposing the organs beneath it, and slowly began to remove the waste. This wasn’t the first time she had done this and she quickly severed, removed and discarded things that were not edible or would taint the meat during the cooking process. At some point during this, Chatin had quit breathing which only made Aisha sigh in disappointment, but continue to work nonetheless.

With her partner no longer breathing she didn’t bother to take her time and quickly emptied the cavity of organs, leaving it empty as she grabbed the saw once again. “Won’t be ruining that beautiful head of yours.” She said before loosening the ties on each limb letting the blood empty from the lifeless body. Once that ceased, she severed Chatin’s head from the body and set it neatly with the pelt to be preserved later. Finally, with nothing more than a lump of meat to be cooked, she slid the prepped carcass onto a large metal tray to be slid into the oven. At least for Aisha Chatin had served her purpose as prey becoming food for the feline for the next several months, but it was too little too late to realize the dangers of dating a predator for the skunk.

As always comments and criticism are appreciated. Lewdness is also welcome ;p

You can find me by my name easy enough elsewhere >.>

The main hallway is a buffet of babes to snuff. You creep along the wall, crouching behind every plant, vending machine, and bench. You ambush and kill eight girls along the way. You bare the breasts of anyone who isn’t already topless before moving on. You try to gun down two Asian girls who seem to be twins, but your guns are empty and they sprint away, screaming, as you reload. “Damn it!” They are nowhere in sight as you scan the hall.
You dive under a bench as footsteps echo from the stairwell three meters away. You lift the gun as a woman with copper side buns emerges, dressed in a black tank-top and black tactical pants. You want to watch her melons jiggle as you empty a magazine into them. She’s wearing a headcam and armed with two Glocks and an AK-12, with daggers sheathed on her hips. You aren’t allowed to kill another hunter.
You duck as a door opens. A black-haired girl and a brunette run out. You raise your gun, but the redhead opens fire before you can aim. The girls dance as the AK-12 obliterates their chests.
“Goddamnit!”
She laughs. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t get it up?”
You grumble as she steps over the twitching bodies of her prey.
“You wanna fuck me on their corpses?”
You would like to, but you can have sex any old day; probably not on the bodies of dead girls. You don’t want to spend time doing something else when you could be gunning down teenagers.
“It’s a tempting offer, but I’ll have to call a rain check. Maybe we can meet up after I win the Dead Cunt?”
“Ha! Do you mean when I win?”
You scowl. “We’ll see. You have to suck my cock if you lose.”
She smiles. “Only if you eat my pussy when you lose.”
“Deal!”
“Still don’t wanna do it on these corpses, though?”
“Nah. I’m feeling bloodlust, need to kill something.”
“Your loss.”
She scoffs and enters the room those girls came out of. A chorus of scream, probably from five or six girls,
“Goddamnit!”
Maybe she’ll share if you change your mind about fucking her over some dead girls? Gunfire erupts and their screams cease. That’s no longer an option.
You head into the stairwell and make your way to the next floor. Footsteps begin to echo from above, moving towards you. You stop in your tracks and move towards the wall. Don’t let it be another hunter.
A Middle Eastern girl hits the landing and rounds the corner. She stops on the first step as you move away from the wall with your gun raised. She opens her mouth as you open fire. She falls down the stairs, you catch her by the waist and hold her in your arms. You rip the top of her t-shirt, exposing a pair of melons that are bleeding from two dozen holes. You kiss her while shoving your hand into her sweatpants and stroking her cunt. She groans and squirms, slowing down over time. Her body begins to spasm in your arms, then she goes limp. You drop her as piss sprays your hand; she rolls down the stairs and lands on her back.
You reach the top of the stairs. A tune emanates from the restroom across from the stairwell. You smile and enter.
You round the divider. A girl in a pink schoolgirl uniform and glasses is bent over on the other side, her ass in the air, exposed to a camera mounted between two sinks as she holds up her pleated micro skirt, and two fingers are in her pussy. Music blares from the headphones in her ears, her phone lays on the sink.
You aim and fire. Click! You must’ve emptied the magazine in that chick on the stairs. It doesn’t matter. You grip your M9s, but you haven’t gotten to stab anyone yet. You unsheath the knife in your boot.
You approach her when your erection bulges against your underwear. You haven’t fucked anyone since the first room, so you whip out your cock. The schoolgirl has her eyes shut. Her small breasts are swelling beneath her cropped blazer as she moans. She yelps as you grab her lavender pigtails with one hand and pull her head back. You plunge the knife into the side of her throat. She gurgles and clutches her throat as blood sprays from the gash. You grab her shoulders and thrust your member into her pussy. You don’t have to move as writhing ass rides your cock. You come into her womb as her thrashing starts to slacken. You pull out and shove her twitching corpse to the ground. As she pisses herself you unzip her blazer and lift the undershirt, sucking on her budding tits before leaving her.
You start to zip up your pants when a girl coughs behind the second stall. She gasps as you approach. The girl, raven-black hair, rainbow panties around her ankles, shrieks from the toilet as you kick open the door. Her bust rises under her blouse as you hold up the bloody knife.
“P-please don’t cut me, I-I can’t stand blood. If you have to kill me just do it softly. Choke me with my panties or something. I-I’ll suck your dick if you kill me softly.”
She drops to her knees and crawls to you, placing her lips on your cock. She licks the cum and pussy juice dripping from the tip before taking your member in her mouth. You wipe the blood on a piece of toilet paper and sheath your knife as she sucks your dick. You groan as you climax and she takes your load in her mouth. You pull out and squirt the last bit on her face.
“Alright, stand up now.”
She stands and steps out of her panties, handing them to you. “You need these?” You grab them and put them in your pocket. She cocks her head to the side.
“I’m not going to strangle you. Don’t worry, it’ll still be bloodless. It’s something I was on the receiving end of when I was a wee boy, and I’d like to see what it’s like to be the one doing it.”
“Okay.”
You place your hands on her shoulders and turn her around.
“Sh-should I remove my shirt?”
“No, I like to do that. It’s sorta my calling card.”
She goes back to her knees as you nudge her to the ground. “Oh boy, I think you forgot to flush.” You groan as yellow water ripples in the toilet below.
“I-I forgot, I’m sorry. I can still flush it if you-”
You grab her hand as she reaches for the handle. “It’s fine.” You roll up your sleeves.
She whimpers as you grab a tuft of hair, and shrieks as you plunge her hair into the toilet. You lift her out and shove her in again. You repeat this ten times, holding her up longer each time as she gasps for air. After the eleventh dunk, you hold her.
She thrashes in your arms as you put your entire weight on her. Your cock swells again as it brushes against her ass. You sigh. Those stimulants really keep the engine going. You plunge your cock into her cornhole and start rocking back and forth. Her thrashing slows and stops. Her ass clenches around your cock, and you spray your load into her. You hold her head underwater for another ten minutes as cum drips from her asshole. You remove her shirt and toss it over the stall, and leave her head in the toilet.
After washing your hands you leave.

The two Asian twins you lost earlier are coming up the stairs as you come out of the bathroom. Their eyes bulge as you aim your gun. Click! You forgot to reload. They run, screaming, as you grab your M9s. You chase them down the stairs. You fire at one turning the corner, grazing her black hair as she disappears. You run down the stairs after them. They’re joining a blonde and a Latina with pink hair at the bottom. Another shot misses.
You hit the bottom. The twins are running with six other girls. They scream as bullets fly past them and you give chase. They run onto a short hall ending at a double door. They run in as you reload your guns.
You go through the doors into a library. A black girl is sitting on one of the tables near the front desk, naked and fapping in front of a camera mounted to a beam. Two girls, a busty brunette and a flat-chested blonde, watch the girls you’re chasing running to a double door on the other side. Before they can reach the door it barges open and four more screaming girls enter. A black man clutching an AK-47 comes up behind them. The girls clump around the tables, crying and screaming as you close in on them.
“How shall we divide this?” He asks.
You count heads. “There’s fifteen girls. Why don’t we even the numbers together?” You point at the fapping black girl.
She strokes faster and sobs as you two aim. You pull the trigger first. She screams as thirty rounds shred her hand and womanhood. She clutches her bleeding crotch and dances around, wailing. He fired thirty rounds into her perky breasts, ending her screams. She writhes on the floor as you turn to the remaining girls.
“Now there’s fourteen: seven each.”
You point at the twins. “I get them.”
“Alright.” He points at a shelf on the far end of the opening. “My girls line up over there.”
“And mine line up behind these two.”

You and your fellow hunter pick out your girls. The girls, most of them sobbing, fall in their respective lines.
“Alright,” the black guy approached his girls, “I want you to strip.”
One of the twins, chestnut hair with streaks of pink, steps forward. “Please show mercy.”
The other group strips as the hunter paces in front of them. When the last girl pulls her pants off and stands with her hairy pussy, covering her giant tits, he stops. “I want you all to masturbate for me. You better hurry if you want an orgasm before you die, because I’m only giving you five minutes. Then you all are going to fucking die.”
“I’ll suck your dick.” The twin gropes your crotch. “Just show some mercy.”
You sit on the table. “I won’t spare your life, but you can suck my dick.” You whip out your cock, slapping her in the face with the head. “How much mercy I show depends on if you can win.”
“Win?”
“Am I right to assume that you’re actual sisters? Or do you two just happen to look alike?”
“We-we’re sisters.”
You grin. “I want your sister to lick your pussy while she sucks me off. If she has an orgasm before I do I will shoot her in the pussy. If she can make me come first I’ll shoot her in the head.”
The sisters look at each other and nod. The other one grabs her sister’s blue jeans shorts and pulls them off. Her Charmander panties follow. She spits on your dick and takes in her mouth as her sister kneels between her legs. Her sister’s tongue laps her pussy while her head bobs up and down your shaft, slurping each time she comes up. She squirms and clenches her legs around her sister. She comes, her squeals muffled by your cock. Cunt juices spill down her sister’s chin and throat. You pull out and stroke your cock. She closes her eyes as you ejaculate onto her face.
She tugs as you pull her onto the desk. “Please don’t shoot me in the pussy. Just shoot me in the head, I don’t want my pussy destroyed. Show me some mercy.”
“I’m sorry, but we had a deal.”
“Please!”
“Anyone willing to help me restrain her gets snuffed last.”
A nerd in a blue hoodie and sweatpants grabs her by the arm. Her eyes bulge when her sister grabs her other arm.
“Just get it over with. It’s going to happen.”
She flails as they drag her onto the table. They force her legs apart and you aim for her crotch. Fifteen bullets destroy her pussy. She rolls off the table, clutching her ruined womanhood as her sister strokes her hair.
“Time to die!” The black hunter raises his weapon. Four of his girls are dripping with cunt juice while the other three are still flicking the bean. A Latina arches her back as she comes. They writhe under a hail of bullets as he empties three magazines into their bodies. He tosses the Latina’s limp body onto the table and pulls out his cock.
You point to the next girl in line. The flat-chested blonde gulps. “Lay on the table.”
She climbs up and lays back. You unsheath the knife. “I hope you know how to masturbate.”
“Yeah, I do it every night at home. I’ve done it six times tonight.”
“Good, because I want you to do it one last time,” you hand her your M9. She turns it over in her hand. “I want you to put that in your mouth. When you come, blow your brains out.”
“Wh-why would I…”
“Because if you can’t kill yourself ten seconds after you come, I will carve up your pussy.”
She gulps. The blonde sticks her hand under her skirt and strokes her cunt. As she nears climax she slows. She comes moments later, clenching her legs as her ejaculation drenches her hands. You start counting as she pants. Her hands shake as her finger caresses the trigger. You reach ten.
“I can’t do it.”
You raise her skirt and plunge it into her vulva, carving out a filet around her labia.
“Please make it stop!” Tears stream down her face.
“You can do that at any time sweetie.”
Her hands tremble as her finger curls around the trigger. Bang! She goes limp as a chunk of her skull explodes. Her vulva is connected to her by a thin strand of skin.
You lift her shirt and suck on her lemons before rolling her onto the floor.
You hand the gun to a busty redhead next. She strokes her cunt through her jeans while your rifle is centimeters from her hand. She comes and you start counting. She pulls the trigger when you get to nine. You lift her sports bra and send her to the floor. A dark-haired girl follows. She tears off her panties and strokes herself. She pulls the trigger as she comes. A black girl takes the gun and places it under her chin. She pulls the trigger.
“Damn! You’d think she’d like to have an orgasm before she died.” The remaining twin kicks off her shorts and grabs the gun. “I’ve never had cock. Can you change that?”
“Sorry, but my dick is getting sore, and I still haven’t fucked a dead chick yet. I’ll do you after everyone is dead.”
She closes her eyes. She fucks her hole with her thumb while massaging the clit with her middle finger. Her other hand slips under her t-shirt and gropes her tits. She clenches her thighs as she comes. The twin places the gun under her chin. Brain tissue explodes through the top of her head. You expose her breasts and pile her on the other corpses before piss gushes from her urethra.
“It’s your turn.”
“Let’s just get this over with. I’m tired.”
You grab her hand as she reaches for the gun. You hand her the knife. “I want you to slit your throat instead.”
She takes her place on the blood-soaked table. She pulls earbuds and a phone from her pocket. “You mind if I?”
“Go ahead.”
She lays back with music blaring from her headphones and slides her hand into her sweatpants. She raises her hoodie and slides the blade against her creamy stomach. “Mmm,” she moans. She slips the blade under the hem of her sweatpants and slides it back and forth, groaning as it grazes her labia. She arches her back and squeezes the knife. Her fingers dig into her cunt as she comes. “Oooh!” Girl cum soaked her sweatpants, staining the crotch dark. She slides the knife up her stomach and drags it across her throat. She grazes the skin as you count. When you reach ten she closes her eyes and carves a gash across her throat. The knife clammers to the floor as she starts flailing. She rolls off the table and writhes on the floor, gurgling with blood gushing from her mouth and throat. Her writhing slows to twitching before she stops moving.
You grab the Asian twin, the one with her pussy still intact, and plop her on the desk. You pull out your cock and climb on top. You stare into her vacant eyes as you fuck her. You suck on her tits and bite her nipples. Blood trickles out when you break her hymen. You climax after a minute of slapping your balls against her. You empty your load into her womb and toss her back into the pile.
The other twin is still writhing on the floor. You place your rifle against her ear and fire. You pull her body from the pile and plop her down on the table to lift up her shirt. You place the nerd next to her and place her glasses back on her face before exposing her tits as well.
The black guy was gone. His corpses were spread across two tables; cum streamed from the five of them.
The intercom crackles. “It is now one minute until midnight. When you hear the alarm you must cease all murdering and report to the lobby.”

You enter the lobby.
“Welcome!” You shake the hand of Roy Long, the host of High School Murder Spree. Two girls, the only survivors of the night’s massacre, gossip on a bench with each other and their parents.
The redhead waves as you join your fellow hunters.
“Did you satisfy your bloodlust?”
“Yep. I think so.”
“Alright, if I can get your attention,” Roy booms, “the winners of tonight’s High School Killing Spree are,” he looks at his phone, “Ashley Miller, and Kelsey Rodriguez!” He hands each of them a check.
“Thank you!” They grin.
He turns to your group. “The winner of the Dead Cunt is Joseph Lucero with thirty kills.”
“Well,” you whisper in the redhead’s ear, “I guess we both lose.”
“Does that mean you eat me and I blow you?”
You grin. “That sounds fair.”
“My hotel after this.”
A bald man comes out of an office carrying the Dead Cunt; a bronze statue of a vagina with a knife in it. He hands it to the black man.
“Thank you,” he shakes the man’s hand.
You turn in your equipment and leave with the woman, who you learn is Kathleen. A cleanup crew files in as you leave the building.

Also, I'm Zion Marshall. I used the wrong name by accident; it's one I use for something else on another site.

Mind if I ask who drew that lovely decapitation picture?

Underrock did it for me based on some of my flist characters.

In "Six Gun Stud", you mentioned that it'd be the sisters "first death". Does that mean death isn't permanent?

Still tossing around the specific rules on it but yes I had thought this setting would be able revive the dead

Thank you! We need more authors.