First time posting on Guro Lit. Got a little hot and bothered after reading a few of the more... prominent pieces here and decided to make one of my own. Noticed a lack of necro here. Well, that's not good. Time for an intervention.

Tags: rape, ryona, snuff, necro, teen, loli, breath-play more to come...


xxXX Tit for Tat XXxx


Part 1


The Rusty Nail was an old bar, with a rundown and dilapidated exterior that belied a warm and tastefully decorated interior. There were two floors in the bar; the ground floor for casual patrons and people looking to get drunk, and the first floor for patrons who had a little extra coin to afford the peace and ‘service’ that awaited them. Usually, no-one would ascend up to the second-floor without paying first at the counter lest they get kicked out.

You walk in, coat soaking wet from the rain outside. You take it off and hang it on one of the provide coat racks before walking to the counter.

People whisper at your back when they think you aren’t listening. They call you names. Titles earned from your line of work. You have many, but one in particular sticks out; Hellbound. Not because you had some kind of hellish power at your beck and call. No, it was because your soul was bound for Hell when you one day die.

You’ve come to accept it. It was an inevitability when working as an assassin. Killing people was a sin and sinners go to Hell. If that was the case, then you’d have some fun before your time was up.

The barkeep sees you and points a finger up to the second floor. A customer. Goody. You ascend the stairs and a barmaid leads you to him.

Or rather, her.

Your latest client; a redhead wearing a dress and corset showing off her eye-catching curves and bountiful bust. Her slate grey eyes see you, and you see them glint in arousal as she looks over your frame. You sit down across from her, arms crossed patiently on the table.

“…Are you the Hellbound?” she asks. You nod, not bothering to say anything. “You look less intimidating than I thought you would be. And far more dashing, as well.” She licks her lips. “I am… Well, you may call me Ann. And I have a job for you.” The woman places a piece of parchment in front of you. On it is a name and directions. “I assume you are familiar with the tiny ball of fat and bastardry known as Count Lobreck?”

Count Lobreck. One of the assistant administrators of this province, he is a small man with a round belly and a thick beard who liked his women… young. Very young. He was also currently away on a business trip with most of his family save his youngest daughter, if your informants were to be believed. You give the woman a nod, eyes going over the parchment in your hands.

“The monster stole my youngest daughter. We found her dead in a ditch outside our home two months later covered in semen.” The woman’s voice is furious and cold at once. “We hired the best alchemist we could to track down who defiled my little girl. Most of those responsible have been dealt with, and now only Lobreck is left. However he is away at the moment. Thus, his daughter will have to suffice.” She sighs. “Simply put; I want you to do to Lobreck’s daughter what I’ve written on that piece of parchment. Infiltrate his estate, kill everything in it, and string up his child when you’re done.”

You glance at her, then back at the piece of parchment. There isn’t a lot she want done, but they are… permanent. The task will not be cheap, however.

“Coin is not an issue.” She says. “Can you do it?”

You grin.

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The Lobreck estate grounds were relatively small compared to most other noble family estates in the kingdom. Most of the property was occupied by a large four storey mansion, complete with a pool, a sauna, large kitchens, and living quarters for the live-in help and security forces stationed there. You acquired a map of the place after one of your informants bribed the city archive in relinquishing the building plans, so sneaking in undetected was not an issue.

You cleared the grounds easily enough. Men patrolling the outskirts died quickly to blades into the back of their heads, broken necks, slit throats, or simple suffocation. Once you were sure all twenty guards were dead, you moved into the mansion itself and had yourself some fun.

There were half a dozen maids in the house. All of them beautiful young women aged between eighteen to twenty-four. You hunted them down one by one and killed them after having your way with them.

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The victim was a short green-eyed blonde, cutting onions in the kitchen.

You snuck in quietly and crept up behind her. Quicker than she could respond, you wrapped your muscular arms around her neck and brought her to the floor. The surprise made her drop her knife. Stupid bitch.
You lay on your side, the maid struggling desperately in your arms. You tighten your hold around her neck and smile when she starts to choke.

Gradually, her movements slow until the stop altogether and her choking eventually ceased. You keep your hold on her neck tight for another minute just to be safe before breaking her neck, nodding in satisfaction when the smell of fresh urine reached your nose. You learned your lesson the last time you strangled someone to death and left without making sure they were dead. You went hungry for a month because you left the job incomplete.

You lift the body up and set it on the counter, face down. You flipped up the long uniform skirt and ran your hands up the body’s toned, stocking-clad legs to her underwear clad rear. A garter belt, too. Mmm…

You pull it down and finger the dead woman’s sex, still warm and moist from the urinal discharge. You undo your pants and insert your length into the corpse’s folds with a muffled moan, beginning to thrust not long after. The maid, whomever she was, is tight. Deliciously so. Her rear is plump and firm, and you savor it with a hard squeeze and a few light slaps. You undo the corpse’s hair and pull it flush against you, breathing in its scent as you rip open the uniform’s front to grope at the modest breasts underneath it. Small, but firm. She must have been quite active when she was still alive.

Your thrusts pick up speed as you kiss the dead body on the lips, forcing your tongue through unresisting lips to grapple with a limp tongue. She tastes like strawberries and milk. It must be what she had for her last meal. Pity; you liked strawberry and milk. You pull away, turn the corpse around and lay it on the counter, suckling at its breasts as you orgasm hard into the corpse’s womb. You look at the dead body’s eyes, smiling at the lack of life in their gaze. You pull it up and kiss her again, continuing to thrust. Mmm, if you weren’t on a job, you would be bringing this lump of meat home and make dinner out of it-

“Hailee?” a voice calls out and you freeze mid-kiss. “Where did you put the towels again?”

The doors opened to reveal victim number two. A woman with long brown hair tied into a pony tail wearing glasses. She sees you defiling the body of her co-worker, pales and opens her mouth to scream.

Your right arm snaps up and the crossbow on your forearm unfolds and fires. The bolt hits her dead in the middle of her forehead and her scream turns into a fading moan. She collapses forward, banging her head against the kitchen counter hard enough to draw blood. Whew, that was close.

You pull out of your first cocksleeve and move over to the second maid. She’s convulsing on the floor, eyes rolling up into the back of her head, her fingers twitching and gripping the floor as her legs tense and kick. Blood is beginning to pool around her head and she already urinated herself. Hm. Still alive? Well, want not waste not. You draw a knife and cut open her uniform, pleasantly surprised to a pair of large, full breasts bounce free. You suckle on one as your hand flips up her skirt and guides your manhood into her. A live vagina is much better than a dead one, and you moan as your start thrusting even as her walls convulse and clamp around you.

The dying maid’s hands grip your shoulders and balls up against your chest. You don’t know if she is trying to push you off or pull you closer, but you assume the second one with a smile as you lean switch breasts and knead the other one with your free hand. You trace kisses up her chest, along her throat, before coming to a stop on her lips.

Her back arches upwards and a pathetic, half-choked moan leaves her lips as her folds tighten around your length to milk you dry. A dying orgasm, who would've guessed? You orgasm with her, making sure to force every bit of your cum in her so that she remembers you in her dying moments.

The woman expires soon after, her hands dropping down as her convulsions finally cease. You pull out of her and give her one last kiss, before popping her up against the wall

That’s two down. Four more maids and one noble-born brat to go.


The next parts will be coming in a few days, depending on whether or not life gets in the way. Criticism and comments are welcome.