Devin sat down with a bottle of lotion and a box of Kleenex, his iPad propped up in front of him, and he could scarcely contain his excitement as his favorite streamer explained the rules of what she was about to do. She was clad in a pink bikini top speckled with red heart polka dots, the fabric stretched tight and just managing to cover the outer halves of her bulging round breasts, and a white slip of a skirt clung tightly to her wide, shapely hips and juicy thighs.

A soft reddish rouge gave just the right amount of color to the blush high on her round cheeks, and she was chewing her plump lower lip nervously as she spoke. The fear was plain in her large, almond-shaped brown eyes, her arching eyebrows always so expressive. Devin thought she was absolutely adorable.

"So like, that old trope where if you die in the game you die in real life? You know? Well, now that euthanasia laws are being interpreted the way they are, I guess we get to try that. Not that I wanna die or anything. I totally, like, so very much do NOT wanna die, you know? I just thought… well you know how big American Ninja got. It's like so fucking intense, you know? Super exciting, right? Raising the stakes and shit? Well I'll be playing Badge of Justice, and if I get shot or stabbed in the game, I get shot or stabbed in real life. Fuck, I can't believe I'm saying that."

Sofia let the camera pan out to show the three men with her, men who looked hard as nails, and then Sofia's cute face went back to monopolizing the camera. "So we've gotta make sure that doesn't happen. We either gotta kill every other player on the map, or just stay alive for thirty minutes. I've sort of been practicing this game, like a lot, like my life depends on it." Sofia giggled sweetly. "Because my life kinda depends on it."

"Okay, so I guess we're about to start. Fuck, I'm so fucking nervous. But it's good. We got this." Sofia stood barefoot before the camera, blew a stray lock of messy brown hair away from her face, and held her laser zapper out in front of her. On Devin's screen she shrunk down to half her former size, and the other half of the iPad showed her character spawning into the game world of Badge of Justice.

For the first five minutes of gameplay things went according to plan for Sofia, with her skirting the perimeter of the map, staying undercover, and avoiding any real danger. Only once did another player get close to her. "Oh fuck, ohmagawd, he's coming! He's getting close!" she squealed, before her character popped out and delivered expert, precision shooting, quickly dispatching her foe.

"Yes! Fuck, that's what I'm talking about!" Sofia was jumping up and down with excitement. "Fuck around and find out, bitch!" She laughed loudly and unabashedly, and Devin was again reminded why he adored her. She was so genuinely jovial.

It was not much longer before her mood began to sour, however. A crew of four players appeared on the minimap, advancing on her location, and no matter how she ran or tried to hide, they continued to close in on her. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, these motherfuckers," she kept cursing. With the edge of the map preventing her escape, the group split into teams of two and began pinning her in.

A cluster of houses and collapsing brick wall provided some cover, and Sofia tried to use this to lose her attackers. For a minute or two she was able to avoid being flanked, keeping one group under fire while the other was obstructed, but at best she was only able to create a temporary stalemate. Soon the second team would work their way through the buildings and she'd have nowhere to hide, so she had to move out into the open and attempt to break away.

"Okay, okay, okay," she repeatedly anxiously as she moved farther and farther from any sort of cover, her zapper pointed straight ahead. There was a sudden exchange of fire, and Devin watched Sofia drop two of her opponents with an impressive display of accuracy, but her character took damage. One of the opposing players got a hit on her, and it took less than a second for one of the men with Sofia to replicate that shot in real life.

Hot lead tore through Sofia's right thigh and she squawked loudly, hopping and hobbling on her one good leg. "Fuck, that fucking hurts," she screamed. It took her several seconds to compose herself, and the remaining pair of combatants were closing fast. Sofia fled the compound, still in the open but a ridge was perhaps fifty yards from her, and she began to close that distance.

Devin's cock was in his hand, hard as a stone, and he found himself hoping for Sofia to fail. He didn't know why, and he wasn't sure if he wanted her to die, but the look of horror and agony on her expressive, angelic face when that bullet punched through her thigh did things to him that he didn't know were possible. He wanted her to catch another bullet. He needed her to catch another bullet.

If she reached the ridge she could wait in ambush for her pursuers, granting her a steep advantage over them, and it appeared Devin would suffer this disappointment as the ridge was less than ten yards away. Sofia's teeth were visible beneath her soft lips as she struggled to blot out the pain and reach her goal, and Devin watched them gnash together as a smattering of gunfire began to pepper the ground around her. The tandem had cleared the buildings and opened fire on her, and as her character reached the summit two shots found their mark.

"FUCK!" Sofia screamed as she came down on the other side of the elevated land, clear of the line of fire. The gunmen in the studio with her promptly plugged her twice, effectively matching the damage done in the game. The bullets entered her back, which was away from her cam, but Devin clearly saw the exit wounds open above her left breast and in the left side of her abdomen, and he was in awe of the damage they did to her flesh; tufts of tissue spread open like a flower and blood spurted in rhythm with her heartbeat.

Her big hazel eyes opened wide and her cute round cheeks puffed out as she held her zapper with her right hand and clutched her stomach with her left. “Oh no. Oh no no no no no. I made a mistake. I don’t wanna do this.” She looked at the goons around her with pleading eyes. “I wanna stop.” Her handlers returned her gaze with stoic, impassive stares and uttered not a word in reply. She looked at the camera and told her audience, “I didn’t think this through. Oh God, twenty-two minutes. We’ve gotta survive twenty-two more minutes.” She peered nervously at her gushing belly. “I’m so dead.”

Looking back at her gaming screen she saw the pair who were in chase were now crossing the clearing. They were vulnerable. After a deep, shaky breath she said, “Okay,” and readied her zapper. Her character crested the ridge and sniped the two attackers with another remarkably accurate barrage. "Alright. Okay. I'm bleeding pretty bad, but part of my contract is medical attention. If I can get through thirty minutes, I get the best doctors in the world rushing in here to fix me. Fuck, can we fucking do this? I don't know. I don't fucking know."

Suddenly six red dots appeared on the minimap, fanning out and moving in her direction. "No! What the fuck? NO!" Sofia's voice was cracking in fear.

Devin couldn’t contain his excitement and he blurted out, “Oh fuck yes!” Luckily he had the house to himself.

"Why is this happening? This isn't supposed to fucking happen." Sofia glanced at her chat and saw the answer.

Someone with a screenname of m@sterk1ll3r typed, "We've got you bitch."

Luc1fer187!666 typed, "Stream sniped. We're gonna riddle that sexy body of yours."

"No, you guys, please. You can't." Sofia pleaded.

Interspersed in a wall of messages spinning some variation of "STOP!" and "Leave her alone!" there were some expressing what Devin felt. The screenname s1ckkkducker wrote, "Snuff the bitch!!!!!" and paaaaablan0 typed, "God this is so hot."

"Bitch thought she was the main character," m@sterk1ll3r told the chat.

"We're closing in," added Luc1fer187!666.

"I'll pay you," Sofia blurted out. "You can have whatever you want."

"We want to see you snuffed bitch," m@sterk1ll3r answered.

“You can fuck me.”

“You’re going to get fucked alright,” m@sterk1ll3r replied.

Chewing her lip, Sofia waited, her character clinging to a dilapidated wall as the six hostile players surrounded her. It was evident she was waiting for a chance to pick one of them off, but the sextet was clearly a skilled group. They kept her pinned down with gunfire from different angles as they advanced through the open areas, and the first mistake to be made was Sofia's. As she shied away from a burst of shots she left part of her arm exposed and got clipped.

One of her handlers immediately copied the shot, punching a hole in her upper left triceps, and Sofia screamed and cursed, "God damn it!" To her credit, the teen girl wasted no time with hysterics or theatrics and simply adjusted her position, then leaned out and returned fire. Hiding was no longer a viable option, and her cover was becoming increasingly narrow.

She downed her target with remarkable skill, but before she could hug the wall again the enemy closing in on her rear flank shot her in her left side. When this wound was replicated in real life Sofia’s round cheeks bulged and blood sprayed from her full, curvy lips. The camera offered a fleeting view of the wound as she turned her buxom body, and Devin could have sworn he saw the white of smashed rib bone through the gnarl of ripped flesh.

The collapsing stone wall to which her character clung was peppered with gunfire while the red dots on the minimap all sprung into motion. Sofia was forced to make her stand. Completely flanked and outmaneuvered, she faced down a pair of her foes and despite her terrible wounds she put three in the head of one opponent. The other put a burst into her, with one shot going through her right shoulder, another through her upper right bicep, and the third into the right side of her chest.

Meanwhile the tandem flanking her hit her with two bursts in the back. The handlers simulated her in game injuries so quickly it was almost as if the bullets transcended from the digital world into reality, and Devin felt an incredible surge of pleasure as he watched five exit wounds sprout open across the girl's belly, the sixth ripping a hole in her curvy right hip.

So many emotions were conveyed on her adorable face as she let the blaster slip out of her fingers and she sunk to her knees. She looked at herself, pressed one palm against her belly and with her other she cupped her bleeding right breast, then she looked at the camera and said, "This wasn't supposed to happen."

In the game her character was downed but not eliminated, so the three remaining foes closed in and encircled her. After watching herself bleed out for a few seconds, Sofia seemed to notice the action on the game screen and she made a feeble effort to pick up her blaster. She was still trying to close her fingers around it when she was hit with the final volley of rounds.

The squad that sought her out and secured her death was, like many snuff enthusiasts, composed of sadists, and Sofia's lower back and midsection bore the brunt of their wrath. Twelve bullets ripped into her and left gruesome exit sounds all over her belly, with ropy loops of intestines bulging and drooping and dangling amidst the carnage. Her character died and blinked out of the game world, but for Sofia death would not be so easy.

Her buttocks came down on her heels and she fell back, her legs twisting beneath her, and she clutched herself and gurgled on her blood for a few horrific minutes. Devin was amazed by how long she clung to life, and he managed to cum three times before the light finally went out in her eyes.