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[Dragon Ball, f-self, murder, hanging, non-con]

Ow, my head. Bulma woke up, lying on the floor with a massive bruise forming on her temple. What happened? ...Right. Everyone else was away for some reason or the other and she and Launch had been the only ones here, so they had decided to prepare some nice lunch, but when she had heard a sneeze from the kitchen, instead of doing the smart thing and staying well clear, Bulma had gone to check on Launch, only for her blonde persona to come at her with a frying pan.

Not good. Launch was probably well on her way to rob a bank or something by now. Rubbing her head, Bulma slowly got up, fighting another wave of dizziness – only now for her to finally notice she was completely naked. With a small squeak she covered her chest and crotch with her hands, looking around the room for her clothes. And found she wasn't in the kitchen anymore where Launch had attacked her, but in a poorly lit concrete room, her cellar, as a look at the shelves and the gear therein confirmed.

“You're awake.” The voice from behind her made Bulma flinch and spin around, facing blonde Launch who was leaning against the wall next to the only exit, holding what looked like a long piece of rope.

“What is this supposed to be? Some silly joke?! That's not funny!”

“No joke.” Launch smiled menacingly and moved in front of the exit, completely blocking it with her body. “I was just gonna leave you and go stick up a convenience store, but when I saw your body like this I just couldn't help myself.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Over the last few years you've grown in all the right places, you know. You've become downright hot, one could say. And with that new hairstyle of yours, suits you much better. So sexy.” Launch licked her lips as Bulma kept getting an increasingly creeped-out feeling like she was alone with a pedophile.

“The hell's that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” Launch grinned “It makes me want to break you, to see you suffer!” All of a sudden the blonde woman dashed forward and before Bulma could even react, smashed a knee into her stomach followed by a punch against her solar plexus, and the teen doubled over, gasping for air.

She vaguely saw Launch stand on her tiptoes to fumble around with something on the ceiling for a moment, before she grabbed Bulma's arms to pull her up, and she complied, shakily standing on her legs, still trying to catch her breath.

Suddenly Launch put a piece of rope around her neck, and before Bulma could make sense of it, there was a tugging sensation as the rope pulled taut, pressing against her neck and making her gasp in surprise. The pressure kept growing, forcing Bulma onto her toes, stretching as high as she could get, before it slowly lifted her feet off the ground.

Through her surprise and panic, she saw Launch straining to hold a rope stretching towards the ceiling, and quickly realized just what was happening. That crazy woman was really trying to kill her!

“Launch... plea...se ...stop.” Bulma's words were cut off, almost inaudible, but after several more seconds, Launch carefully let go of the rope until Bulma's feet touched the ground again and she hungrily gasped for air, before glaring at Launch. ”What the fuck! Were you trying to scare me? This is not a joke! I could have die-”

Her tirade was cut off into a strangled noise as Launch gripped the rope again, for some reason leading it between her legs with one had holding it from behind her, and in one swift motion pulled Bulma off the ground again. As her legs started involuntarily twitching and kicking, Bulma reached for the rope around her neck, trying to free herself or at least loosen it a little, but all she achieved was her fingernails digging painful marks into her flesh.

Bulma's head was pounding, her vision starting to black out around the edges, and her lungs felt like they were on fire, her whole body desperate for oxygen, when suddenly Launch let go again and she was back on the ground, barely staying on her feet as she drew in long greedy breaths inbetween coughs. However after only a few seconds, Launch lifted Bulma up again, then fastened the other end of the rope to one of the shelves fixed to the wall.

After but a moment's reprieve, Bulma's pain returned even worse than before, and she couldn't help but kick her legs and flail her arms, her eyes tearing up in pain and fear. She didn't want to die! And especially not like this. Someone, anyone “he..lp...”

Launch placed herself in front of Bulma with a huge grin, her face visibly flush as one hand was reaching into her shorts, moving rhythmically. “Sorry, I just can't help it, you're so-” she interrupted herself with a moan “hot like this. I'm already wet. You're giving a great... show. Probably the best girl I ever had, I should... have done this much sooner.”

What the fuck was wrong with her? Was Launch seriously getting off on murdering someone? “Cra..zy bitc-...” the rest of her sentence was cut off in a choked noise. The pain in her head, her chest, her entire body kept growing and growing, and soon Bulma was reduced to uncontrollably thrashing around and pointlessly gasping for air, as she only longed for her suffering to end.

And after minutes more of agony, Launch blatantly moaning as she pleasured herself all the while, the blackness that had slowly been creeping over Bulma's vision finally took over and her consciousness faded as her body lost control and went limp, a puddle of urine forming under her feet.

Only moments later Launch came, her moans hitting a crescendo as she tensed and shuddered in pleasure for several seconds before slowly sinking to her knees, panting. After a short while she withdrew her hand from her shorts and licked her sweet taste off it before letting out a content sigh. That had been very delightful. Now to clean up this mess.