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Before things get out of control with 100s of individual threads consisting of 1 post each, we need to nip this in the bud.

**PERSONAL RP ADVERTISEMENTS GO HERE !**

This thread is for your individual RP ads.

Post them HERE instead of creating a thread of your own, and look for potential partners here as well. No one will bother to look through pages of individual threads, that's too unwieldy.

As a common courtesy, state the following:

1. Who you are or who you typically play as
2. What themes you're interested in
3. Kink list or something similar (if available), to know you better
4. What kind of writing you're looking for (random one-shot chats? longer stories that take a while to develop? etc)
5. How to contact you - email / f-list / discord / kik / etc
6. When you are typically available - timezone / rough location

<- Image: Guroccubus by veiled616

I'm just a random anon and not a mod/admin, but if the mods could pin this thread and maybe highlight the all caps words above for visibility, that would be awesome.
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29F from the UK here, I adore the idea of being owned by a sadistic evil master who forces me to help him kill and torture. Quick kills like neck snaps and gunshots are fun but also love drawn out torture, having my body modified and disfigured is super hot too. Limitless and full of ideas, I like to chat and get to know people more than just roleplay, if you're interested add my discord Blue#9542
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Small, 2'6" rabbit boy seeking dominate predator males interested in turning me into food! Could be a one-shot or we could continue to hang out, see how things go and if we click! I bottom only.
semi-lit / semi-para / first person
my F-list: https://www.f-list.net/c/luckybun/
my Discord: luckybun#7777
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Hello everyone! I'm a trans girl looking for an RP with a sadistic dom - any gender, but the crueler the better. Specifically, I'd like an RP in which I'm the dom's little slave girl (underage), and they're making me suffer as much as possible for their amusement. I have an existing setting, which I'm happy to give details on, but I'm open to other options if I like them enough!
My kinks include, but are not limited to, ageplay, slavery, non-con, torture (ideally with instruments - favorites are electroshock, racking, wooden horses, and branding), whipping/caning, and bondage.
My limits are scat, gore/amputation (basically anything that will cause irreversible harm), and occasionally snuff - depends how I feel in the moment.
I'm okay with any length of RP - small one-shots are enjoyed, as are longer, more detailed stories (I have a few plot ideas in mind if you're interested).
Best way to contact me is on Discord - HasturFhtagn#2890.
(if you're confused about the same post being in here twice, this is an updated Discord ID)
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>>635

Would you mind accepting the Discord invite please? It's been some time now.
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looking for an rp partner. Have very few limits, bored single mom w nothin else better to do. Will exchange pics, I dont have very many limits tbh. Looking to play w any scenario, doesn’t really matter. ❤️ Looking for someone to replace my partner after he left me.

Email: bsotelo330@yahoo.com


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This is an old archive that I decided to bring back.

Basically dedicated to what sort of sexual activity you'd do with a dead girl or woman if there were no consequences and you had no restraints about it whatsoever.

To start you find the corpse of a poisoned German soldier laying on a chair. You have a few minutes before any other soldiers arrive.
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It's been a few days since my last post so heres another to try and get this going again I suppose...

It is dead at night and you pay this girl to wash your car for a heavy price, it felt like a scam but you hesitantly agree... you leave her to wash your car as you walk off to browse a nearby store but coming back she is seen lying on the front of your car, her front body rubbed against your cars window, her butt perked on the bumper of the car, and her legs dangling off the front. Think quick, what do you do?
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It's been a while so heres a new post. You walk down an alley and find a lifeless girl barely stuffed into a garbage can. There is noone around, what do you do?
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"Poor thing. I guess one man's trash is another man's treasure." I muttered to myself as I pulled the girl from the trash. I looked at her blank stare and decided to clean her up. Soon as she was in a state of usable, I went to town on her; every thrust was felt euphoric as my warmth and her cold touch was creating the ultimate pleasure. I moaned as I pulled out of her pussy, after everything I could've swore I saw her blank face smile. I cleaned her up again and carried her to my home to keep up in a more... comfortable setting.

An old friend of yours has invited you to her funeral. She looks so peaceful, her family has left and the funeral home was given 'special' instructions for you. What do you do now?
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I was invited to the funeral, but I didn't know why. I never really talked to the girl, sure we talked a lot in high school but that was over 3 years ago. Now she laid in the coffin with a smile almost as if she knew it was coming and welcomed death; her family was there for an hour or two arranging the funeral. I still found it strange, out of all the people that would cart her body away why me?

As people were clearing out of the room someone handed me a note addressed to me, it was from her. I opened it to see she her reasons for all this. "I know we haven't properly talked or anything, but I always kinda had a crush on you since junior year. I never talked since… I was a coward, and I regretted it after graduation. I just had to see you again even if I couldn't fully experience it. So I forced a heart attack as I set this idea into motion. My family will be burying a dummy, my body will be put in your car along with something that will help us start over. I'm sorry this is so sudden, but please see this through. -Hanna"

This was all so much to handle, but the person that handed me the note had told me that my 'gift' was in the back of my car. With some hesitation I drove off back to my home and carried the body bag in. I unzipped the bag and there she was, in all her natural beauty. Her dress clinging to her skin, her bracelets and choker sitting firmly around her, and a scent that was arousing me. My cock began to pulse and bulge with every second passing and soon enough I proceed to give my lips contact. I was going at her like a wild animal, soon enough I began undressing her and started to play with her supple breasts; I then began to give her what she wanted, each thrust jostled her breasts and gorgeous silver hair and soon enough I start to unload all of what I had into her.

Minutes later I start to clean her up and I look at the syringe and look at the body, I had to finish now otherwise I'd be more creepy than anything. I plunge the liquid into her neck and soon I noticed her chest rising slowly. It had worked. She hugged me the moment she had gotten up to full strength and promised me that everything would be different and that we could finally get to know each other. Now all I had to do was try and find her a new identity.

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You enter the gym to visit a girl that you had a crush on, as you enter... you notice that she was sitting on the benches, being rather silent. You walk up to her and give her a gentle nudge... her body falls to the side and you figure out soon that she was dead. Soon the other students will arrive and you have to act quick- what do you do?
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Another post ig to kick things again.

You recently found this girl dead in your car, unsure how the body came... you act hastely. What do you do?


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This is the same game as Kill Them, but for younger victims.

Poster A posts a character and prompt. Poster B writes a short story in which the previous character meets their untimely demise. Poster B then posts their own prompt so the game continues.

The rules are, as follows;

You must write a story for the previous prompt before making your own prompt. The only exception is if the previous prompt is more than a month old, in which case you may make a new prompt without writing a story.
At least one character must be under the age of thirteen.
Original characters only. You may use the image of a fictional character for your original character.
Don’t post more than five characters in a single prompt.
Put some effort into your stories; a minimum of 200 words.
Stories must end in the death of all characters named in the prompt. Writers are free to add victims not mentioned.

Here’s the template;

Name:
Age:
Personality:
Appearance: (Leave blank if you added an image.)
Apparel: (Leave blank if you added an image unless the character’s outfit is different from what’s in the image.)
*Consent: (For both sex and death)
*Type of Death: (Execution, Murder, Assisted Suicide, Etc)
*Setting: (May include location, time period, and genre.)

Anything with an ‘*’ can be omitted.

Blank template for easy copying.

Name:
Age:
Personality:
Appearance:
Apparel:
Consent:
Type of Death:
Setting:
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"Hellooooo? Anyone there?"
Abby peered into the wooden shack. The Sheperd boy had told her to come here, on the outer edge of his family's farm, a few miles away from the village in order to repay her debt to him. The young girl grimaced with regret as she recalled the accident caused by her capering. It was doubtful the Sheperd boy would be able to walk due to the accident.

Lost in her recollection, she stumbled further into the dark void of the shack. It smelt damp, and was full of old, disused tools and scrap metal. She squinted, her eyes adjusting to the dim light.

A scraping sound crept up behind her, and before she could turn, a gloved hand clamped over her mouth. Her eyes shot open in shock, and then closed as the chloroform napkin pressed over her nose caused her to slip into a deep sleep.

The father of the boy looked down at the limp, unconscious young blonde in his hands, and felt a tremor of anticipation. He laid her down gently, and pulled Abby's tights down from her growing hips, down her slim legs. Unfolding a pocket knife, he cut away her top, exposing her budding chest. It rose, up and down as Abby breathed quietly, still unconscious.

He took a length of rope from a shelf and quickly tied her ankles and wrists together, leaving Abby trussed up on the floor, like a turkey.

The scraping sound returned, and the older man looked around. His son stood watching over his father's shoulder, leg still in a cast, leaning on his walking aid.

"That little girl almost killed me", the boy stated, trembling.

"Dont worry son, we'll make her pay", the father responded, reaching into his coat pocket. He withdrew his hand, and placed a small revolver in the boy's palm.

"In your condition, best to make it quick and with no chance of a fight".

The boy nodded, limped over to the sleeping Abby, cocked the revolver, and with barely a pause shot her once in the forehead. A pressurized jet of blood squirted from the entrance wound, and Abby stiffened, her restrained hands and feet flexing in a autonomous death rattle. A sigh emerged from her mouth as blood poured from her facial cavities.
The boy aimed, and fired again. Another skull shot, more blood spray misting the wall and floor. He moved his aim towards Abby's bare chest, squeezed the trigger three more times. The pressurized streams quickly dribbled out as her heart stopped beating.

The father took the smoking gun from the shaking hands of his son. He dumped the fired casings out into his palm, whisking them away into a pocket.

The son looked down at the bloodstained body, her head surrounded in a halo of bright red blood and leaking brain matter.

"Good riddance", the father said, laying a hand on his son's shoulder.
Name: Saito
Age: 12
Personality: Tough, combative
Appearance: See image
Apparel: See image
Consent: none
Type of Death: Execution
Setting: First death sentence handed down to a juvenile after a new law passes increasing the punishment for violent crime
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Name: Ken
Age: 12
Description: See image. A stoic young lad with a sense of honor.
Type of Death: Execution
Scenario: After losing a quick battle to an invading force, all males in Ken's tribe were put to the sword.
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It's only been two days since the last prompt, jesus christ dude read the OP
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Saito sits in his cell, staring at the metal door to his room and waiting for his executioner's arrival. When he hears footsteps approaching, he braces his feet against the bed, and tenses up to fight for his life. He knows he has no chance of escape, but this way he can at least make them work for his death.

The door opens and a pair of guards enter his cell. Saito immediately pushes off the bed and leaps onto one guard, punching him in the face with all his might. The sudden rain of strikes catches the guard by surprise, and he falls to the floor. The other guard grabs his baton and strikes the back of Saito's head before kicking him in the side, forcing Saito off of his co-worker. Saito is left reeling, but he forces himself back onto his feet and charges at the other guard. The guard Saito had been attacking grabs his leg and throws his own body into Saito, tripping and pinning the boy to the ground. Saito tries fighting the guard off but the still standing guard starts hitting him again and again until his world is spinning, and his body is too bruised to fight back.

When Saito could no longer struggle, the guard pinning him stands up and roughly grabs one of Saito arms while his co-worker grabs the other. The pair drag the dazed and beaten boy out of his cell and through the prison, occasionally striking him across the face when he struggles or insults them.

Soon they arrive at their destination, a sterile white room with a wooden electrocutioners chair situated in the middle. A woman in a business suit with a clipboard stands at the side of the chair, and when they enter, her eyes firmly lock onto and never leave Saito. The pair of guards silently drag Saito to the chair and strap him into the device. Once they are done, they leave the room without a word being spoken.

The Woman moves to stand in front of Saito, looking down at the beaten boy. A creepy smile spreads across her face as she asks the boy, "Do you, Saito, understand what is happening?"

Saito looks up at the woman, still a little dazed but mostly recovered by now. "I know you freaks are enjoying finally getting to kill kids.", Saito says with as much contempt as he can muster, before spitting on the woman. The Woman reacts quickly, slashing at Saito with her nails and leaving cuts along his face. Saito bites his lip to hold back the pain, only letting out a small grunt.

The women lean forward and look Saito dead in the eyes, before whispering to the boy, "As my first, I'll make sure you get special treatment afterwards." A shiver runs down Saito spin, The woman in front of him had been the one to spearhead the execution of criminals with violent crimes, especially focusing on kids like him. Her reputation prior had been a ruthless and morally bankrupt individual who nobody wanted to associate with and fewer wanted to make an enemy of.

The Woman stands up straight and gestures to a blank wall, where a hidden camera is embedded. Instantly Saito's whole body goes rigid as electricity courses through his body, his eyes roll into the back of his head, drool froths from his mouth, and his body violently shakes against the restraints. The Woman's laughter fills the room, and the smell of Saito's frying body suffocates the air, barraging Saito senses and adding to the agonizing pain of the chair. The pain is mind numbing and he tries to scream, but his muscle locks up and all he can do is hope for it to be over soon.

Saito's execution lasts for a few minutes, but it feels like an eternity to Saito. When his consciousness finally fades away, and his last thought being how happy he is that it is over.

The woman notices Saito's death immediately and signals to the camera to turn off the machine. When the machine turns off, the Woman meticulously undoes the restraints and catches Saito's body before it collapses to the ground. She then holds his body up and smiles at his wide-eyed stare, before softly kissing his cheek. She then turns and walks out the room, ready to preserve and display the boy's body as a symbol of her magnum opus.


Name: Carmilla
Age: 11
Personality: Haughty, Persuasive, Cunning, Underhanded
Appearance: As Seen
Apparel: As Seen
Consent: Yes to Sex (Only if it can help her), No to Death
Type of Death: Torture Rape
Setting: Carmilla is the last vampire noble left in the kingdom. A child only recently turned, but the knights and paladins hunting her don't care. Her hunters eventually track her into a cave system, where they intend to relish the final demise of the last vampire.
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The torches cast flickering shadows across the rocky pillars and stalagmites of the cave. Carmilla glowered at her captors, baring her fangs as they pushed and prodded the young vampire girl onward. The hardened vampire hunters were at first taken aback at the youth and innocent looks of their target, but that was soon replaced with bemused annoyance. The little brat sure acted like a spoiled 11 year old princess.

The entourage turned a corner, and entered a large cavern. Carmilla was shoved to the ground, falling on her knees. The leader of the vampire hunter guild was waiting. Sitting on a crate surrounded by even more men. All of them had lost loved ones to the cruelty of the vampire nobility, and they relished exterminating vampires. Even little girl vampires.

"Lay your filthy paws on me and I'll bite them off, you dumb peasant!", Carmilla snapped as the men surrounded her.

"My comrades, for years we've toiled to stamp out these bloodsucking leeches", the leader started, standing up and gesticulating. "Now, we only have one last vampire". He pointed at the kneeling Carmilla. "Would you like to defend yourself?", he laughed, mockingly.

"Perhaps a deal could be reached?" Carmilla said, in a seductive tone. She shuffled forward on her knees until she was looking up at the guild leader. She raised her head and did her best innocent young doe expression. He had to admit, she was a very feminine figure. Her body, having been turned into an immortal bloodsucker at the age of 11, was forever frozen on the cusp of adolescence. The vampire did her best to show off her budding chest, and smooth porcelain skin. She spread her slender ballerina legs, leaned back and let the hunters see a peek of her pussy, unblemished by the decade since her turning.

"I think we could work something out, Ms. Vampire", the leader of the hunters said. Carmilla leaned forward and laid her cheek against his crotch, closing her eyes as she rubbed her face against his growing bulge. He grabbed her by her hair with one hand, the other undoing his zippers as his erect cock sprung out of its confines. The vampire girl immediately began to kiss and lick the penis in front of her.

She looked up with what she hoped was an innocent, naive little girl look as she took the full length of the dick into her mouth, taking care not to puncture it with her fangs. She felt rough hands grab at her dress, pulling and tearing it off her slim, lithe form. Carmilla felt the dick in her mouth pulsate, then jerk as the guild leader came, shooting a load of hot spunk down her throat. Before she could wipe her mouth and catch her breath, Carmilla was pulled away.

The other men jostled to sample her body. Fingers penetrated her butthole, explored her little slit, rubbed her nipples. She squealed as the men lifted her off the ground, one of them jamming his rod down her anus, two others rubbing their own cocks against her face.
The rape went on for what seemed like hours, one man cumming in her, being followed by another depositing a load on her face, in her hair, on her back, and so it went on.

Faintly, Carmilla heard mention of a stake. The vampire girl felt the first stirrings of fear. It was soon realized when the last hunter blew his load into her, and unceremoniously dropped her to the filth of the cavern floor. The men quickly held her down as she struggled, her cursing silenced as a roll of tape was pressed firmly over her mouth.

The guild leader came back, a large wooden stake in one hand, a hammer in the other. With four of the strongest hunters holding the struggling little girl down, he gently placed the tip of the stake against Carmilla's washboard flat chest.

She sobbed then, for the first time in 10 years. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at the stake pressed against her body, horrified at her impending doom. With a grim finality, the leader of the vampire hunters raised the hammer and slammed it down on the stake, driving it deep into Carmilla's body, piercing her heart. Her body arched, stiff and rigid, hands and feet flexing as a viscous black fluid squirted from her nose and mouth. Her eyes rolled back, a low guttural scream rising deep within her throat. Then, as if a switch was pressed, Carmilla slumped back down, still and silent. Her empty eyes stared up past the guild leader, no longer animated with the spark of her soul.

The last vampire of the kingdom was dead.
Name: Elly
Age: 10
Personality: Aloof
Appearance: See image
Apparel: See image
Consent: None
Type of Death: Captured by slavers, sold to a billionaire with a penchant for testing his newest weapons on his slaves
Setting: A private estate owned by an ultra wealthy business man, sometime in the near future


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It’s time to revive this game.

Although many of you are probably familiar with this, I’ll go over the basics for the uninitiated.

This is essentially a kill-the-above writing game. Poster A posts a character and prompt. Poster B writes a short story in which the previous character meets their untimely demise. Poster B then posts their own prompt so the game continues.

The rules are, as follows;

You must write a story for the previous prompt before making your own prompt. The only exception is if the previous prompt is more than a month old, in which case you may make a new prompt without writing a story.

All characters in the prompt should be human-like and at least sixteen.

Original characters only. You may use the image of a fictional character for your original character.
Don’t post more than five characters in a single prompt.

Put some effort into your stories; a minimum of 200 words.

Stories must end in the death of all characters named in the prompt. Writers are free to add victims not mentioned.

Here’s the template;

Name:
Age:
*Personality:
Appearance: (Leave blank if you added an image.)
Apparel: (Leave blank if you added an image unless the character’s outfit is different from what’s in the image.)
*Consent: (For both sex and death)
*Type of Death: (Execution, Murder, Assisted Suicide, Etc)
*Setting: (May include location, time period, and genre.)

Anything with an ‘*’ can be omitted and left up to the writer.

Blank template for easy copying.

Name:
Age:
Personality:
Appearance:
Apparel:
Consent:
Type of Death:
Setting:
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Numberr 203 had outgrown her usefulness to us, had it not been for the reconditioning and training, we would've been far behind in our research.

Regardless, she was aware of her situation, but she welcomed it on one condition: She wanted to have sex with me before dying by my hand.

She presented herself on the bed, she looked at me with an alluring glare, "Ready to give me my dying wish sir?" She asked. I grinned as I took off my pants, my answer was clear and her wish was going to be granted.

It seemed like hours but with each thrust, C felt a level of euphoria that she had not felt since the experiments.

After clean up C decided to rest, I guess it was easier for her to accept death with her eyes closed. I grabbed a pillow and held it against her face. She struggled for a bit, but soon stopped any resistance. The last thing of her was a sigh and her releasing her bladder. She will not decay so she will be my personal play thing for as long as I feel like having her.

Name: Amelia
Age: 25
Personality: kinda arrogant, kinda experimental, a girl that's willing to try anything... st the cost to her health
Appearance: See image
Apparel: See image
Consent: Yes to sex yes to Death
Type of Death: something brutal, neck snapping or hanging.
Setting: Country home, somewhere around the mountains or the woods. Just somewhere no one hears a thing
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"Here we are!"

With a sharp yank, she removed the blindfold from your face. A twinge of pain in your temples from the cloth burn, a flood of harsh light. But when your vision refocused, the view was gorgeous.

A small cottage country home at the peak of a distant mountain. You had guessed from the car ride that you two were going somewhere distant, but looking out from the balcony, you could see out for miles and miles. Gorgeous.

But who are you kidding? The real view was her. Amelia was clad in nothing but a bomber jacket and a stars-and-stripes bikini- one that struggled to contain her luscious, bouncy tits. The July heat would've been unbearable, but you figured you could forgive it. Beads of glistening sweat rolled down her neck, adorned the valley of her breasts, and slid down her thick, thick thighs.

She smiled. Shyly, as if hoping you wouldn't notice the growing blush in her cheeks and the arousal in her bikini bottoms.

"So... do you like your surprise?"

"I fucking love it." There's no hesitation in your voice.

"I don't know if I believe you." A devilish smile flickers across her face. You know it. You love it. Amelia presses her body against yours. Slowly, at first, but she doesn't stop, coiling her limbs around your arm and legs. She nibbles at your ear, and whispers.

"Why don't you prove it to me?"

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It's been six hours since you and Amelia arrived at her country home. About time to take a break.

She had taken you for the grand tour of the country home. And you'd fucked her on every square inch of the damn place. And now, there she lay on the floorboards, covered head-to-toe in love juices. You'd long since peeled off the bikini bottoms and stuffed them into her mouth to silence your slut. Cum and sweat mix and mingle atop her nipples and her perfect, pearly skin, pooling at the valley of her tits. The bra top had been next to go, ravenously torn off and yanked around her neck for a bout of breathplay.

After you catch your breath, she weakly raises her head. "Dear?"

"Yes?"

"I have one more surprise for you."

She gets up and leads you across the cottage by your hand. One of the rooms had been conspicuously omitted from the house tour. You'd thought nothing of it at the time- you were too busy choking her on your dick. But she opens the door now, to reveal that she'd set up a noose something before you'd arrived.

"Ta-da!" Amelia dances over to the noose and tugs on it with her hand. "You know, when you were choking me out earlier, I couldn't help but think, 'shit, is he on to me? Does he know?"

"I was considering it," you say.

"Good. I heard from one of my friends that being fucked while hanging... can't be beat. And then I didn't hear from her anymore." She licks her full, red lips. "Wanna find out?"

As she speaks, your dick raises itself to full mast, once more.

"Tell me what you want."

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"I want you to hang me. And fuck me while you're doing it."

There's a stool on the side of the room. You kick it over and motion for her to climb on. "Beg for it."

"Hang me, please. Hang your slut. I want you to pull me down so that rope cuts off my breathing, and I don't want you to ever let go." Amelia's already pulling the noose around her neck. "Fuck me until I'm read in the face and hang me until I'm purple."

You're walking up to her now. Despite what she's saying, she's already red. You plant your foot on the stool and rub your cockhead up and down her slit.

"God, don't be such a tease. H-hang me already." Amelia's breathing is so hard, so hot. Her voice is unsteady. You grope her tits with one hand and seize her throat with the other. A sharp little cry escapes her lips, but you silence her with a hungry french kiss. You thrust into her. She gasps. You slap her ass. She gasps again. You hold her steady on the stool, and she protests between a steady crescendo of moans.

"Tell me what you really want."

"I-- Ahh!" A bolt of pleasure and pain runs through her. You slap her ass. She squeals like the slut she is.

"Come on," you growl. "I don't have all day."

It takes a few more attempts. It's your fault, really, since you're ramming your meaty dick up her dripping, tightening pussy. With each failed try, it contracts and spasms more and more.

"P-Please, abuse me," she manages. You recognize these shivers. A growing orgasm threatens to tear through her coil once more. "A-Abuse me, choke me, hang me, use me--" Amelia's gasping. "Kill me, kill me, kill me! Hang me! Don't let me down until I'm nothing but your sex toy! My life is yours, so just take it already!"

"If you insist!"

You kick the stool out. Amelia's whole body weight pulls the noose taught, supported solely by your dick. Your thrusts and her bounces give her just enough air to subsist, for now, anyway. Her juicy thighs and meaty calves wrap around your waist, her bodacious titties heave and flail at the sudden drop in oxygen. She kisses you and rides you with all the strength she can muster, and that strength is falling fast.

With each thrust, you can see her face growing darker and darker. Amelia tries to keep up with sheer enthusiasm, and the dying spasms around your dick tell you that there’s plenty of enthusiasm to spare. But past a certain point, you stop thrusting up into her, for just a moment.

By now, her legs have let go of your waist and fallen limp. It’s time for you to return the favor. You grab her by the hips and pull the noose taut, doing the same to her neck. And your brutal hang-fuck begins anew. What little air she could’ve gotten is gone now- there’s no turning back. She cums on your dick, over and over and over, but the spray of pussy juices is much weaker than before. Both you and Amelia know this will be her final orgasm. The last chokes escape her sealed vocal cords.

When you finally empty your balls into her dying pussy, her tongue has rolled out of her cheeks- her face a striking violet. As your jizz drips out of her used vagina, and a golden stream drips down her legs, you wonder when she died.

But the slightest flicker in her eyes indicates that it has yet to come. You touch her cheeks, must more tender than anything you’ve inflicted on her during this long, last fuck session.

“I love you, Amelia.”

You kiss her corpse. The weakest flicker in your fucktoy’s lips indicates reciprocity. She seems to have enjoyed herself as much as you did.

Name: Alisa
Age: 24
Personality:
Appearance: See image
Apparel: See image
Consent: Yes to sex, yes to death
Type of Death: Beheading. Begging for it.
Setting: The cute barista scribbled her phone number on your order this morning. You called, she called you to her place, and she wants you to take home something to remember her by.
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Oops, forgot the personality field. Assertive, sweet, but masochistic.
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I knock on the door and wait patiently, gripping the heavy duffel bag by its strap. The door opens, and I'm greeted by the sight of Alyssa, the cute barista I exchanged contact info with earlier in the day. The sheer, almost see through fabric of her dress cannot conceal the sensual curves of her body, and I feel my heart rate go up a tick.

"You look stunning, Alyssa".

She blushes and smiles, beckoning me in to her apartment. I follow, admiring her beautifully formed ass wiggling as she walked.

The central living room is bare, save for a plastic sheet covering the hardwood, and a videocamera on a tripod in the corner.

"Did you bring the gear?"

I drop the duffel bag on the floor, get on my knees, and pull the zipper open. The cold sheen of a sword winks at me as I retrieve it. Alyssa stares at the blade, her eyes wide. "It's beautiful", she whispers.

"Not as beautiful as the woman in front of me"

My hand grabs hers as I pull her in for a deep kiss, savouring her sweet feminine taste. She closes her eyes, and I feel her hand on my crotch, massaging my already semi-erect penis. I can feel her breasts squeeze against my chest as she wriggles out of her nightgown.

With a giggle, she pulls me down onto the sheet, pulling down my pants. We join together, squeezing each others bodies in a heated, sweaty embrace. Her vag is tight and wet and hot, it holds onto my penis with the grip of a woman who knows its her last day on earth. I finally come, gasping together with Alyssa as we hold each other close.

After a while, she rises up.

"Now", she says, dreamily. "It's time."

I get up, grab the sword off the floor and look at Alyssa. She kneels in front of me, her delicate hands and long, slender legs folding primly. The videocamera observes impartially.

I give the sword a few test swings, getting a feel for its weight, its balance, and perhaps giving Alyssa time to back out.

Finally, I ask her one last time. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She looks at me, her blue eyes bright and shiny, her face flushed.

"Yes."

"Lean forward a bit more, more, there, perfect".

I raise the sword, look at the gentle arch of her pale neck, the nape of her neck, a few tufts of golden blonde hair sticking out, the pendulous movement of her breasts. She exhales, and I bring the sword down.

A wet meaty sound echoes in the living room.

It was a perfect strike, the sword coming in perfectly between her C2 and C3 vertebrae. Twin streams of arterial blood spray forth as her head rolls forward, her naked form slumping forward in a limp mass.

I grab her head off the floor and look into her face. Alyssa is still there, her blue eyes wandering, soft lips parted in wonderment. And then her eyelids droop and close, and I know she's gone, her soul departed.
Name: Marcy
Age: 18
Personality: Sheltered, innocent, naive, believes in the good of people, a freshman at a state college
Appearance: See image
Apparel: See image
Consent: None
Type of Death: Murder
Setting: Tricked into being the unwilling participant of a snuff tape


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This thread is for character that already exist in media.

Here, you will write a story based on the post above yours. The setting will take place in the world native to the character, but changes can be made to the world, if the writer or the above prompt want to. Afterward, you will post an image of the character you want done and follow the template provided, then someone will do yours.

The Rules:
You must write a story from the prompt above before making your own. The only exception is if it is a month old, then you can make your prompt without a story.

Only post character that already exist in media.

All characters are accepted.

Put effort into the story. Use at least 200 words for you story.

Please use an image of the character you want.

Here is the Template

Character:(Name of the character you want)
Source:(Name of the series they come from)
Setting:(The general beginning of the story you want)
Wants:(Certain things you want to see happen in the story)

I'll start the first one. This can help you understand the template.

Character: Hu Tao
Source: Genshin Impact
Setting: Hu Tao has heard rumors of a ghost being spotted at Wuwang Hill, so she decides to check it out. Fortunately, there is a spirit at Wuwang Hill, but unfortunately, it is much more violent than Hu Tao expected and much too powerful for her to handle.
Wants: Hu Tao is raped (Before and/or After Death), and the ghost possesses her corpse.
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Part 2

The man walks around the bed to the other side, where Bridget's feet dangle just over the edge. The man rips the shoes off his feet, revealing Bridget's dainty feet, and the man eagerly removes his pants, revealing his throbbing cock. The man grabs Bridget's feet and yanks them towards him, before firmly pressing the soles against his cock. He lets out a pleasured moan and desperately begins forcing the feet to caress and wrap around his cock, pushing his cock against the soles, poking and rubbing every inch of Bridget's feet with every part of his cock, and quickly loses himself in the pleasure.

The man's cock twitching quickly intensifies, before cum erupts out and covers Bridget's feet. The man is left gasping from the pleasure and has to take a few moments to recover his energy and bask in the experience he just had.

Once he regains his energy, he lets the feet go and watches them limply falls. The man reaches over and harshly gropes at Bridget's waist, getting a handful of the boy's dead cock. He lets out a loud burst of laughter, "Sorry, I just had to make sure such delicate and tender feet really belong to a man.", he forces out between his laughs.

His laughing quickly dies down, and the man looks over Bridget's corpse. He leans over and grabs the string still binding his neck and pulls it across the bed. He then slings the string over his shoulder and walks out the apartment, starting the journey to give the corpse to his employers. Anyone he encounters along the way avert their eyes and flee from the presence of the monstrous man with the corpse of a young girl hanging from his back.


Name: Tatsumaki
Source: One Punch Man
Setting: Tatsumaki is patrolling the Ghost Town, looking for the powerful creature that supposedly lives there, but she is ambushed by a cruel and dangerous slime monster.
Wants: Brain Death/Destruction, Rape
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Sorry if you wanted me to refer to Bridget a female. I know there was some debate over what his gender is, but since most people on this site seem to call him a guy and you used "his" when talking about the weapon, I figured you wanted Bridget to be a guy.
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That's okay, originally Bridget is a guy.
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Tatsumaki was patrolling a town, hearing rumors of a slime monster. She wasn't aware the monster spotted her first and desired to add her to it's collection of toys. It also knew it would have to act fast and target her brain first.

It flipped behind her and it's form engulfed her. She let out a surprised sound but couldn't move at all. She felt something hard and wet go into her brain and her cunt, sharp pains engulfing her head and body. She tried to use her power but couldn't, her body shivered with an unwilling orgasm followed by another as her consciousness faded.

The brain itself was getting shredded as her body twitches uncontrollably
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The slime monster began cutting and digesting parts of her brain like a surgeon, leaving only the parts to keep the body alive. It enjoyed making her orgasm more and more.

The slime monster filled her womb with it's material to make more of itself and part of itself in her skull so the body can be kept artificially alive even as Tatsumaki herself was no more...only a fuck toy and a body to make more of the slime monsters...one of it's collection

Character: Moriha
Series: Yashahime
Setting: Feudal Japan, demon bounty
Wants: bondage, forced footjob, asphyxia based death with foot focus (I like feet)


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This is a little game involving showy gladitoral fights where doing over the top finishers and entertaining a crowd are the name of the game. Mostly anything goes for fighters but try to stay around something that you might see in a Mortal Kombat or one of the many copycats games like Killer Instinct - Humanoid-ish and around human-ish size (e.g. An Elf with fire based powers is fine but not a Godzilla-like entity as tall as a skyscraper). Characters should also be adult and original characters are recommended - though they can be based on and/or use the images of a fictional character (I say this because established characters come with a lot of lore and can discourage people unfamiliar with the specific characters from participating).

Anything goes with finishers; feel free to use using magical or other special powers in finishers and all fighters can even use a special regression power to regress their opponent (ala MK Babalities) as part of their finishers. Finishers don't have to all end in death, if a fighter is feeling 'merciful' they may leave their opponent barely alive but horribly brutalized/maimed or in a humiliating fate worse than death.

Fighting arenas can be anything from dark evil forest with deadly plants, a factory with deadly machinery, or even such a mundane place as a classroom. If the fight isn't in a purpose built arena there will be a camera crew filming the fight or a crowd cheering on and they demand a good show for their entertainment.

So here's how this thread is going to work:

1. Come up with a character who would be in a Mortal Kombat-style death tournament. Give them a short bio and write an entrance for them as they enter the Arena where their opponent is already waiting. Be aware that the crowd is watching!

2. (Optional - if you prefer just finish the previous opponent) Flip a coin or use https://www.random.org

If it lands Heads/Obverse/Odd Number then your character wins and gets to use a finishing move on their reeling opponent.

If it lands Tails/Reverse/Even Number then your character is left reeling and the winner of the last match defeats your new character.

3. Write out the scene starting from when the loser is reeling. Remember when writing the finishing moves that there is an audience watching and they need to be entertained so the more over the top, perverted, showy, degrading, creative the finishing off is the better. Also you can use the environment to your advantage (think Stage Fatalities like tossing them into man eating plants in a dark forest, crushing them in machinery in a factory setting, gouging out their eyeballs with pencils in a classroom before doing more...).

4. Give a short description of the next fight's arena. As a reminder the winner of the previous fight continues on to face the next challenger.
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Cool death scene. Stylishly.I like.
I will think about the answer. Of course, if no one gets ahead of me.
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Yes, I can't kill Leamra. Not now.
Perhaps the next fight will be her last, but this time she will win again. Poor poor Gloria...

Not sure that I can describe everything well at this time.
Name: Gloria
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: 19

Bio: Gloria is the spoiled daughter of an aristocrat. She was never denied anything. Whatever she wanted, she could get with money... or with her own body, if the money wasn't enough. She decided to enter the tournament because she lacked the thrill. She was not afraid of the fact that most of the fighters die after the first fight.

Appearance: Her clothes was made by the most fashionable tailor in her workd. Her fit belly tightens by the corset. The buttocks are covered by a large white skirt. On the feet are high boots. And on the hands of gloves above the elbow.
(look at the picture)

Fighting Style: Gloria is a skilled swordswoman. The best teachers from all over the world trained her for many years. For this fight, she chose an old family rapier that had been passed down from generation to generation for many years.

ENTRANCE:
Gloria entered the arena like a real aristocrat, proudly holding her chin. When she got a good distance from Leamera, she stopped and brought her rapier forward, then raised the guard to her chin and drew it forward again. She greeted her opponent as the etiquette of her country demanded.

FINISH THEM:
Despite her appearance, which is more suited to a brothel than an arena, Gloria was quick and agile. Faster than Limera expected. The succubus was overconfident and missed one hit. Gloria managed to slash the tip of her rapier across the demon's left chest, slicing through the leather robe and nipple along with it.
— It was your mistake. — Limera grumbled as she wiped the blood from her chest.
The succubus made one wave of her hand and the rapier flew out of Gloria's hands. Another wave and all the belts from the clothes of the aristocrat girl fly off and bind the girl, completely immobilizing her.
At that moment, Gloria suddenly realized that by coming to this tournament she had made the worst mistake of her life, and that she was about to die soon.
Please let me go... My father has a lot of money...
But Limera did not hear the pleas for mercy. She firmly grasped the girl's chin with her hand and kissed her passionately, but did not inhale a portion of pink dust into her. This time, the pheromones were intended for a crowd of spectators greedy for reprisal.
Spectators drugged by the witchcraft of the succubus pounced on the bound and defenseless Gloria. They brutally fuck her over and over again. Even by the standards of the Limera realm, it was cruel.
— Rip her apart! — the succubus commanded.
At that moment, a damp warmth awoke in Limera herself. Her crotch became wet. The tail slowly rises up her leg from her ankles and up the curves to her hips. The tip of the tail began to slowly caress her labia and clitoris. Succumbing to the growing pleasure, Leamera rubs her breasts roughly and hard. She moaned loudly when the tail penetrated inside the already very wet vagina. The tail is actively moving inside her. Limera bites her lip and begins to moan softly. She rolls her eyes in pleasure as she enjoys Gloria's screams.
The besotted crowd, without ceasing to fuck Gloria, broke her arms and legs. She begged for mercy, but the torture continued. Several hands at the same time rushed into the female crotch, they tore open her vagina, pulling out her insides and intestines through it. Both of her tits were torn off and stuffed into her bloody crotch. The eyes were torn out of their sockets.
Finally, the girl's screams stopped and Limera finished at that moment.
A man emerged from the crowd, Gloria's father, all covered in blood, in his hands was the severed head of an aristocrat girl. Limera laughed contentedly looking at the girl's head extended to her.
— I will take this with me, my dear. — She licked the tip of her tail and headed towards the portal that led to the next arena.


Next Arena:
The next battle will take place inside the clock tower. Giant gears rotate and count down the last moments of the life of the losing fighter.



I think Limera will find her death in this arena.

Damn. Only now, when I am finishing this message, I understood how to finish off Limera. She might lose control of her tail the next time she's having fun with it…

Looking forward to your reply
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I think this server is more dead than alive. Or I'm wrong?
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Name: Kali

Species: Demon

Gender: Female

Orientation: Bisexual

Age: 23 Years

Bio: A demon given reign to judge and punish her fellow demons and takes great pleasure in doing so. It is her duty to punish any demon who neglects their duties, escapes from the underworld, or anything else she deems as a danger to the Underworld. She has entered the arena seeking to punish Limera for deserting her post as one of the rulers of the Underworld and is more than willing to risk her life and take Limera place in the tournament to do so.

Fighting Style: She relies on her insane brute strength and endurance but can quickly manifest chains she controls to help her in fights. Her clawed gauntlets are also used to rip and tear flesh apart.


ENTRANCE: Kali walks forwards, each step splinters and breaks the wooden floor beneath her. She flexes her claws, ready to sink them into her opponent.
FINISH THEM:

Kali's brute force takes Limera by surprise, as Kali charges into her body with full force, sending her flying across the arena and smashing into a wall. Limera has no time to recover though, as Kali rushes over to her, grabs her by the leg, and begin swinging her around the room. Limera body smashes into the floor, walls, and metal gears, destroying both the terrain and her body.

Limera tries to spray Kali mist, but she lets go of Limera leg and sends her crashing into and through two of the gears. Every bone in Limera body feels like it's broken, so when Kali chains snake around her ankle and begin dragging her back, she can do nothing about it.

Kali grabs Limera by her horns and pulls her into a kneeling position before her. Chains begin sliding across Kali's arms down to Limera's body, quickly binding her entire body in place. A sadistic grin spreads across Kali's face as she undoes her belt and lowers her pants.

"My, how the mighty fall. If only you had stayed where you belonged." Kali gleefully grabs Limera head and shoves it between Kali thighs, where her face presses right against her cunt, "Since you were such a whore you abandoned your post, you can die like a whore."

Limera screams as she feels the chains binding her begin to constrict, crushing her bones and organs as the grew tighter and tighter. Kali legs begin squeezing the head trapped between them, and she laughs as she watched Limera horns crack and break, falling to the floor, her screams of pain vibrating through Kali's body.

Kali relishes the pain Limera is suffer and she can feel her body shake and shudder as she begins to climax. The pressure crushing Limera grows so unbearable that she can't even breath and she can barely make out the pleasured moan of her killer as she climaxes.

Cum hitting her face is the last thing Limera feels before her head is crushed between Kali thighs, her body going slack in the binding chains. Kali takes a moment to enjoy the pulverized head between her thighs, rubbing them togethers, before opening them up and letting her corpse fall to the ground.

Kali pulls up her pants and redoes her belt before picking up Limera corpse by the chains. Kali rips her claws across Limera corpse, bisecting her, before throwing the two pieces into the audience and watches in amusement as Limera corpse in swarmed on and raped.


Next Arena: A Massive Graveyard in Perpetual Night
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Name: Angel

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age:28

Bio: A hardened space marine, she has seen countless soldiers meet their demise as much as the enemies. Despite her blank expression, she relishes the idea of bashing her next targets head in. War is hell, and she's the devil.

Fighting style: long range weaponry and CQC with knives

Entrance: Angel walked past every tombstone to pay respects to every person she knew. She sighed as she readied her weapons and smirked at this new target.

Finish Her!: Kali began to charge at the soldier, hoping to end her soon and maintain her place as Victor. Angel began to open fire at the demons legs, her shots landed and Kali began to falter a bit.

Angel began to run across the graveyard as the demon tried to recover, however she kept firing at Kali in order to get as much done in a little time. As she reloaded her weapons Angel was taken by surprise as Kali took her guns with her chains and broke them.

"NO MORE TOYS!" Kali screamed as she swiped at the soldier. Her body armor tore apart and deep cuts appeared all over her body.

Angel had to think fast or she was gonna end up like everyone else, she quickly pulled out a knife and went for Kali's wounds. The demon screamed but Angel kept at it. The two bloodied fighters both seemed to be on death's door but only of them was going to die amongst the valiant.

Angel readied herself to land the killing blow. But before she could, she felt cold. Kali had rammed her hand into Angel's chest and ripped out her heart. She couldn't believe how easy it was for someone of her skill to go down so easily. "For a human, you put up a good fight." Kali said before crushing the organ within her hand, "But you're just like the rest of them: pathetic."

Angel fell backwards and stared into the empty night sky. Tears formed in her eyes as her final words came out,"I'm coming home..." And then she was no more.

Next Arena: A misty old shipyard. Nothing but rusted boats, rotted wood and the sounds of waves crashing against the pier. The night is still young for another challenger or the Victor to be slain.


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I would like to roleplay a story where I play dom to Elliot Page. He’s cute, he’s so, so cute, I can’t stand it. I love him so much, the tiny, baby faced goofball. He’s so vulnerable, so sweet, and I love how much happier he has been this past year. He’s pretty much my favorite celebrity.

We could take this a lot of different ways. I could be the more assertive friend who he confides in, without it being anything more formal. I could even be Emma Portner, before the divorce.

It could also be more severe. A world where he was sold into my slavery to pay off gambling debts, or as part of a studio contract. Or a world where girls are property and transitioning doesn’t get him out of it. I have posted in less dark places and I’m fine with more sweet and cute scenarios, or darker and with fewer rights. I could play a man, a woman, a fellow celebrity, heck I could play a vampire (no futa).

It could be current Elliot, or pre transition. What I would love most of all is him being with this dom partner type and eventually transitioning in the game.


Basically I want to play with Elliot, I want it to be cute and very emotional, definitely with some sex eventually. Open to lots of kinks, lots of details, all that good stuff, I just want to find my Canadian munchkin. <3

If interested, comment the best way to reach you. I have Discord (best) kik, reddit
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I'd be interested in this. Are you open to RPing with an actual trans guy?
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yeah, that would be great! how do I reach you? :)
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boudoir-du-jour on reddit probably works best
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Elliot is pretty and the doctor did an excellent job flattening his girl boobs, but his face is still girl. Maybe he needs a duelling scar and an arm tattoo of an anchor to complete the illusion?

I liked him better as Ellen, but hey, whatever makes him her it happy...
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I don't know very much about the actor but I would like to do the RP of that's ok. My Kik is in the image but I can do discord if it's better. Kittyonfire#8107


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Bringing an old RP thread over to here. Scenario is as follows:

You must murder a sleeping or unconscious girl without waking her up. How would you do it? How would you turn her peaceful slumber into a permanent one.

Post a picture of a sleeping/unconscious victim yourself too.

I guess I'll start off with this: it's a hot summer day and you find that one of the farm hands is sleeping on the job.
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New prompt since it's been a while, you find this lovely woman passed out on the floor. She's all yours and what that implies
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I gently place the pillow over her still head, firmly pushing down on her face. The extremely heavy dose of tranquilizer had not been sufficient to stop her heart, but it made asphyxiating her a breeze. The only sign of her passing into the afterlife was the long faint groan and the sudden scent of urine as her bladder relaxed.

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You've been tasked with eliminating a classmate of yours by the school council. They've already sedated her.
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I knew I would be next if I disobeyed the school council, and they would not be as merciful as they were with Yui. She was a former member who had been bid on by an onahole manufacturer - I was just another student.

I opened up her shirt, and flipped up her skirt, marvelling at her huge tits and bald cunt. With the sedatives in her system she wouldn’t wake - making me kill her was just part of the performance for her buyer. It was why I was already naked, save my school tie. My own breasts paled in comparison to hers, my security club tag pierced through my nipples, and I knew my arousal was both visible and dripping down my legs.

Carefully, kindly, I sat down behind her and put her head in my lap. I stroked her face, and placed my box cutter against her neck with a trembling hand. I had snuffed several girls during my time in the security club, but Yui was my first solo kill.

Before I could chicken out, I drew the blade across her throat. Blood sprayed from the wound, and Yui trashed madly in her sleep as her blood splattered across the plastic sheeting. With her tits and cunt exposes for the camera, she flailed without waking for nearly a minute. Then she slowed, and I smelt the familar acrid scent of urine as Yui pissed herself. It spattered onto the plastic sheeting as her blood stopped flowing, soon joined by a few watery dribbles of shit.

After she had voided her bowels onto the plastic sheeting, I gently rolled her heavy body into the clear plastic body bag and zipped her up. I hoped whoever had bought her cunt enjoyed his new sex toy.

Prompt: After your daughter holds a house party, one of the guests is asleep amidst a huge mess. You decide to get a little something out of it.
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Been about a month, so here's a new prompt. You see this lovely gal sleeping soundly on the guest bed. And your urges are starting to win you over.
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It's been over a month since the last post, so new prompt time.

You see this girl soundly asleep underneath her umbrella while at the beach. It just so happens the beach is more or less empty at this time. What do you do?


Looking for female prey to cook and eat in a roleplay …. Cooked alive or eaten raw …..


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I would like to build an amputee a robot limb, preferrably a hand. im serious. if your crippled, and a girl, lets talk.


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Basically, the post under this one will be how the displayed character die. After that, you post a picture of any character you want and the post under that will decide how they die, and so on and so forth. Male, female, futanari, anthros, etc. are all welcomed. [This one is optional, but if you fancy certain scenes to be played out for your character of choice, you can even write what fetish(es) you'd prefer seeing them die from.]

The deaths can be from anything, from the absurd to the violent, and all fetishes are fair game. You can either give brief descriptions of how they die, or you can even write a short story of how they've come to die under whatever method you put them through. Again, anything is fair game.

Now let's start with this girl. Feel free to kill her however you like, though I would love to see her killed by either asphyxiation, drowning, strangulation, or hanging.

Sauce if anyone wants it: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/90856265
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part 1
The man watched, transfixed by the sensual dance of the slave girl. He watched as the girl gracefully twirls around the stage, her pigtails swirling around her body, her breasts jiggling with the movement, and enticing poses she strikes with each moment. She is surrounded by many other slave girls, all desperately dancing to keep their owners' guests entertained, but the girl with pink hair is the only one who caught his eye.

When the dancing stopped, the girls were left standing in front of the guests, waiting for their master and his guests to give them their next orders. The man quickly rushed for the pink haired girl, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her towards a secluded hallway. The girl seemed unfazed, her eyes cold and her expression neutral, she had been the sex toy to her masters and his friends for a long time, she is used to it by now. The girl never heard the snickering and whisper of the other guests as they all watched the slave girl go to her death.

The man pinned the pink haired girl against the hallway's walls, just beyond the sight of the other guests. He tore his shirt and pants before slamming his body against hers. The man didn't begin fucking though, to the girls' surprise, as he began feverishly kiss her neck and his hands eagerly groped at her skin and wandered her body. The girl put aside her surprise and began trying to satisfy the man. Her hands delicately guide his all along her body, ensuring he felt everything her body had to offer, and leisurely caresses the man body with her own.

His kisses slowly begin to trail up her neck, crossing her jawline, and reaching her lips before he stops for a moment.

"What's your name?" the man asks, in a shockingly sincere way.

The girl is left shocked, the others had never asked for her name, they just wanted a good fuck then threw her aside. It took her a few seconds to force out an answer.

"K-K-Kokoro." She finally stammered out.

"I'm Dea." He said in a husky voice.

He then slammed both his lips and his cock into Kokoro. Kokoro body automatically began sliding her cunt along Dea cock, her thighs methodically rubbing against his thighs and cock, and her hands stroking his body as hers is pinned against a wall. Dea intimate kiss leaves Kokoro fumbling, as his tongue assaults her mouth, and his lips seal her mouth. She barely manages to force her tongue to try and match Dea, as the pair begin to steamily make out as they fuck each other.

The two continue kissing, only breaking apart to breath before hungrily returning.

After a few minutes, Kokoro feels Dea deep moan in her mouth as he climaxes and fills her womb. She slips from their embrace and rests against the wall, taking deep breaths as she tries to regain her strength. She knew Dea likely wasn't done with her, it usual took a few times before she was thrown to the side, so she slowly braced herself for another round.

Dea, on the other hand, was also breathing heavily and readying himself for what came next as he stared at Kokoro body. Dea smiled as his hands near instantly snap to Kokoro neck and seal her throat.

Kokoro eyes shot wide out as shock, confusion, and fear flood her mind. She sees Dea, a smile on his lips that makes her think of a predator catching it prey. Kokoro body began violently trying to push Dea off, but her body was far too exhausted to fight back, meaning she could only pleasure him with had sad attempts.

Dea relished this moment, staring into Kokoro eyes as her panic attempts to escape only made him enjoy it more. Her feeble slaps were unnoticeable, her body's thrashing only served to fuck him as her hips pounded her cunt down his cock, and her tits jiggled for him, like they were giving him a private show. Dea loved these moments.

Kokoro desperately tried to call for help, to beg Dea to stop, but all that could come out was pathetic gurgles. Tears slowly trailed down her eyes as her vision steadily became dark.

Dea watched as Kokoro eyes rolled up, as her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and as tears trailed down her face. Her body thrashing became small twitches, so Dae pressed Kokoro body tight between him and the wall, so he could absorb every last little movement of Kokoro.

Dea chuckled as Kokoro corpse slowly came to a stop, finding her pathetic death funny.

Dea continued to rape Kokoro body even in death. He would switch from slow and methodical fucking to brutal and savagely ramming his cock deep inside her body, all the while he would kiss random parts of her body, from her lips to the neck, then tits, then stomach, and onto thighs. Dea kissed every inch of exposed skin he could reach. Kokoro body rhythmically slam into the wall, sometimes making the illusion of movement, to Dea entertainment.

Dea raped Kokoro for hours, until her cunt was full of his semen. When a man came and spoke to Dea.

"Found another one?" The man asked.
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Part 2
"Oh yea, this one is quite delicious." Dea said, casually groping and pinching Kokoro tits as he spoke.

"Well, just make sure you pay for the product." The man says, making a sideways glance at the corpse. He notices the eyes staring up at him, looking like they are begging him to help her, but he brushes it aside.

"You know I'm good for it." Dea says with a confident smile.

The man shrugs and leaves Dea with Kokoro body. He turns to look at her vacant eyes and slack mouth, before gentle bring them face to face.

"Welcome to the collection beautiful." Dea says, giving Kokoro a gentle kiss in the lips before carrying her corpse like a child, on his way back home. Dea will take good care of Kokoro.
I would prefer her to be raped before and after death, and the death to be painful.
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Sorry if you wanted a character specific story. I don't know this character, nor do I know much about Touhou.
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Don't worry. It doesn't have to be character specific. I'm fine with faceclaims too, as long as a story/description gets written.
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Just in case it hard to tell, since I messed up on the seperation, and to add a little to request.

If possible, I want the victim to be Tatsumaki from One Punch Man but will be fine if it is not.

I would like her to be raped before and after Death.

I would like her death to be painful, I am leaving how to the creativity of the author.


Looking for anyone willing to play Mara from Call of Duty with Snuff, Necro, Guro, Revival and Romance for a truly long-term taboo story. Revival will be done via a drug I have written about based loosely in IRL Science. Also willing to play as a Herm or Shemale if my partner wishes, and am open to someone play Mara as the same as well. I have two ideas I'd like to play around with, and am open to tweaking them so both myself and my partner find common ground to enjoy such a story.

Kinks, besides what is listed above: Footplay, Unrealistic Amounts of Cum, Toilet Kinks, Slice of Life, Tight/Military style clothes.

Limits: Unsure, but if you want to add something, let me know and I'll tell you how I feel!

About my Kinks: https://www.f-list.net/c/kinks%20list%20template/

If you message me to do a roleplay, please for the love of god be able to write Paragraph or at least Semi-Paragraph post.

Discord is TMG#5116


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So, there are public "how would you kill the person above'' threads and
personal message-seeking RP threads. How 'bout a "how would you eat the person above" (or any person from the thread, for that matter)?

Bonus points if it would turn into a contest thread, with the "winner" being the person who is the most popular food choice.

Post your age, gender, ethnicity and body-stats (optional), and a short (or long) info on how you would prefer to cook/eat the person above/somebody else from this thread.

I'll lead by example. Male, 23, slender/athletic, caucasian, medium-sized dong.


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Restoring a G Chan classic

Discribe how youd kill the pictured character

And yes you can discribe for a character that was already claimed

Lets start with Bridget of Guilty Gear
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It was unusual for a ghost to be a client and to offer genuine gold as payment to kill a small boy but a job is a job

I manage to use a drug to render Hajime unable to move but still feel, another thing provided by the client.

I then start hammering the shota anus hard, thrusting as he began to scream... however that scream was soon cut off by me squeezing his neck hard. digging my thumbs in his throat as I feel his anus tighten around my cock.

it did feel hot as he gurgled and struggled for breath, the socked feet wiggling as I am close to cumming...

them stillness as I cum... I put a hand under his jaw and one on top of his head annd twist violently, an audible SNAP is heard as he spasms and even spurts some cum.

I check for signs of life....there are none...

the ghost claims the body and gives me a bonus of genuine old coins..

You have Haruhi where you want her

FINISH HER
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people under paralytics usually can't scream just sayin
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>>320 magic ghostly paralytics mind you
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Easy. Strangle her while fucking her
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Shippo

(Since it's been a while)


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In the spirit of the last iteration of Gurochan, let's make another thread where for each post, the one underneath yours spells your fate. Anything human goes, as long as it includes death or gore. If anybody cares for my request, please make mine as brutal and graphic as possible. Thanks ^-^

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>get kidnapped.
>you are in a room, hanging upside down from a spiky metal chain that is attached to your most sensitive organs, just close enough to the floor (which is also metal) to take some weight off of it.
>said chains are connected to a generator.
>the inside of your thighs have thin cuts.
>torturer comes in, experiments with all kinds of unique and creative methods designed to cause you to scream, and maybe just for fun as well, and by the end of every week takes one of your senses away, either by rupturing your ear drums, gouging your eyes out, removing any sense of taste or smell by removing your tongue, and finally destroying the nerve endings that allow you to feel pain at all.
>the last sensations you had were of pain and agony, your mind is now free to wonder endlessly until they decide to let you die.
>your sense of time is utterly disoriented, you begin to see horrific hallucinations fueled by your own morbid curiosity and fear.
>you cannot escape your own mind, you can only hope for a swift death.

how do you like it?
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>>94
>Receive a letter in your Mailbox.
>It invites you to be the guest of a gameshow you never heared of.
>The pay is good, so you decide to go there.
>The Bureau of the gameshow is in a eary place, old industrial area.
>Before you can do anyhting, they capture you.

>You wake up in a room with 5 Other "guests"
>An alarm sounds, announcing the first "game".
>A door opens into another room.
>You and the others step in. There is a big pit full with spikes, and two blades leading across it.
>A voice tells you and the others about the first game: "You have to walk across the blades to make it to the next round. However, only the first four will be able to do that."
>As you walk across the blade, cutting your feet, behind you, two people end up having a fight.
>They, an older man and a thick woman fall into the spikes, bloodily impaling themselves.

>You and the two remaining persons make it across, with hurting, bloody feet.

(1/2)
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(2/2) cont.

>you head into the next room, followed by the others.
>there is a contraption with four seats, most likely the next round.
>you guessed right, the voice instructs you three to take a seat and let the game start.
>having no choice but to follow, the three of you sit down in the big "chairs"
>instantly, straps around your wrists and ancles close, locking you in the chair.
>like the others, you can feel a barrel against the back of your head.
>the game starts.
>this time it´s a game of roulette.
>using a microphone in front of you, you can say what you bet on.
>the first round is over, you have the second highest ammount of chips.
>you witness the man with the lowest ammount have his heart impaled with a rusty metal dart from behind.
> as things now begin to get serious, you´re beginning to sweat more and more, and accidentally bet on the wrong thing.
> the final thing you hear is a clicking, then a slaughter´s bolt crushes your brain from behind.

good enough ?


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