So I got carried away and wrote another one

M/F, Consensual, Casual, Beheading, Filming


One of the perks of making it to the final round of interviews at Elysium Snuff Resort was, well, making it to Elysium Snuff Resort.

One of the downsides, however, was the timing. Summer and winter were the peak seasons for Elysium, so the resort’s most aggressive hiring pushes were always at different times of year, to ensure they had enough properly trained staff to meet their guests’ needs.

Subsequently, though Charlie found himself with an all-expenses-paid week at Elysium Snuff Resort, he also found himself largely alone. February was a weird time to visit a snuff resort— too late to catch the winter holidays, too early for the spring breakers, definitely too early for the summer rush. And given that, to some extent, the other guests were the star attractions, it meant his downtime between interviews was largely left to his own devices.

Charlie unfurled a beach towel under an open umbrella (which wasn’t hard to find, they were almost all open), and laid down, taking in the sound of the surf. To be frank, this was not really the vacation that he’d hoped for. There were a small handful of folks he’d been interested in snuffing, but most of the guests were quite a bit older than his strike zone. It wasn’t a surprise to him when several of them asked him to snuff them. After all, he was, simply put, an absolute hunk: broad shouldered, handsomely built, clean cut with a lantern jawline. Charlie belonged either on the cover of a sports magazine, or a superhero comic book.

Of course, when Charlie was propositioned, he was more than happy to show them a good time— that was the job he’d come to the resort to interview for, after all, and it seemed like a good way to get a head start on experience. They got to go out thrilled and satisfied, he got to train his skills and warm up for the interviews, it was a win-win!

He’d always been a lifelong optimist. Other guests aside, if he looked at it the other way, how often did one get to have a resort practically all to themselves? Especially the Elysium Snuff Resort? And on their dime too? Sign him up!

Wait, he was already signed up. Excellent!

In any case, even if it wasn’t the vacation he’d hoped for, it was certainly a vacation. So Charlie laid back on his beach towel, pulled out a tablet, and began scrolling through a webpage he’d saved on interview advice, navigating as best he could with his thick, strong fingers.

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“That’s all, you sick pervs! Tune in later for my next challenger!” Mincy blew a kiss at the camera, reached over to end the stream, and looked down at the exhausted, nerdy college boy half-passed out between her legs. “You still alive?”

The boy groaned. Mincy leaned over and slapped his cheeks.

“Hey, kid. Come on, wake up. You lost the bet, so you owe me, remember?”

The nerdy boy slowly opened his eyes. Straddling his torso, a smoking hot babe in a crimson halter g-string, though the panties of said bikini were currently dangling off her ankle. As she leaned over his face, her huge titties hung loose, held only in place by the generous slack in her bra straps. She slapped him again, and got all up in his face to check for signs of life. Probably a bit older than him, but she looked young, energetic. With her black hair styled in frizzy pigtails, a dyed red fringe where her bangs parted, she looked so wild, so enticing. She was exactly his type, and if he had anything left in the tank, he would’ve immediately gotten hard, but he didn’t.

The boy had been thrilled when Mincy approached him, and even more so when she proposed the wager of a lifetime. They’d fuck, and whoever tapped out first loses. If he won, she’d tear off her black guest wristband and he’d get to do whatever he wanted to her body. Dead, and alive.

And if she won? Then, he’d have to pay up, big time.

Not a problem, he’d assumed. He had mommy’s credit card, plus, he’d satisfied both of his sexual partners thus far. His high school ex-girlfriend seemed to enjoy sex with him, and the night stand from that one girl at a frat party felt great.

But Mincy was a pro, and fleecing little boys like him, live for all her viewers to see, was her bread and butter. And she was definitely getting that bread.

Seeing that her latest mark was still too drained to get up, she simply dismounted him and strode over to his belongings, with cum dripping out of her pussy with each step and landing on the sand in sticky globs.

“And… here we go. Pleasure doing business with you.”

After taking what she was owed, Mincy dropped the nerdy boy’s now-empty wallet on his sweat-covered torso and strode off, already looking for her next mark.

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While Mincy’s plan was going well so far, she had yet to turn a profit since coming to Elysium, largely because she overestimated the amount of guests who would be in attendance.

Mincy’s ‘business model,’ so to speak, relied on seeking out a fairly specific type of man (overconfident, inexperienced, self-absorbed), stringing them along with the prospect of snuffing an ultracute streamer girl like her, then riding them for all they were worth. There was no shortage of this kind of man, but when the pool was small, opportunities simply were not easy to come by.

Perhaps it had been shortsighted to come during the off-season, no matter what the discounted booking price suggested.

Just as Mincy was beginning to regret her decisions, she spotted her next target.

A tall, muscular stud lying alone on the beach, scrolling clumsily on a tablet. An open, honest face, like the boy-next-door you see in chick flicks. Mincy licked her lips. Just her type. Frankly, the attractiveness of her partners was of secondary concern, but when they were hot, it helped her get into the mood, too.

She knelt down next to the man, careful to lean forward and accentuate her chest. “Whatcha reading?”

“Oh? Just some interview tips.” The man showed no signs of wariness. With a beaming, resting smile, he was like a large dog. And probably about as smart as one, too. Though the man continued scrolling, with a blank expression like that, Mincy wondered if he was absorbing any of it all.

“Thinking about work at a place like this? You’re so funny.” She reached out, traced his jawline with her fingertips, and gently turned his head to face her. “You got a name, hot stuff?”

“Charlie. Charlie Greyhound.”

“Greyhound, like the dog?”

Charlie laughed, a deep, booming sound. “I never really thought about it like that, but I suppose you’re right!”

Stop laughing, Mincy wanted to say, it was so annoying. Besides, does he ever think about anything? No thoughts, head empty.

“Nice to meet you, miss…”

“Mincy. But my viewers call me Princess Mincy.” Kicking up some of the sand as she sat down on his beach towel, Mincy rested her torso across his chiseled abs. “So, I got a game for you, Charlie. Wanna live up to your namesake and raw dog me?”

He didn’t have to think about it. Charlie closed his tablet and stowed it in a drawstring bag. “It would be my pleasure, Princess Mincy! It’ll be good practice.”

Practice? Oh, good, he was just as inexperienced as he looked. Mincy mustered her best giggle for him, and said, “There’s no need to be so formal. But, like I said, I want to play a game. I’m a gambling girlie, you see. How much do you think a body like mine is worth?”

She struck a pose, careful to let a bit of her bikini slip and reveal her nipple, leaning back and pushing her spine to exaggerate her curves, to show off her round, fuckable ass, her massive, luscious tits.

“Hm… frankly, I’m not sure!”

Of course not. “Well, if you turned me into a doll tomorrow, I think I could sell for something like… two grand, maybe?”

“Come now, there’s no need to sell yourself short!” Charlie said. “A stunning beauty like you would be worth no less than ten thousand dollars, probably!”

Another laugh, this one a bit more genuine this time. Seriously, that easy?

“Don’t be such a flirt, you! Okay, I’ll tell you what. Why don’t we wager that amount against my body? We fuck, and whoever’s finished first loses. You win, you get to keep my body.” She leaned in, her lips just millimeters from his earlobe. “And you get to do what-ev-er you want with my sexy— slutty— corpse~~”

Inside his tropical print swim trunks, Mincy could see his manhood swelling. Too easy, too easy!

“Sounds like fun to me!”

“Great! You really know how to show a girl a good time, don’t you?” Mincy reached into her purse and whipped out her phone. “Just one more thing, I’m a content creator, so I’d looove to stream to my darling viewers all the hot and sweaty fun we’re about to get up to. A stud like you doesn't have a problem with that, do you?”

Charlie shook his head. “Not at all, so long as it’s within the resort’s rules and regulations on filming consent.”

What a loser. Couldn’t he think for himself at all? But, in a way, it was an attractive quality, Mincy thought. Oh, yeah, she was going to have fun with him.

At the push of a button, Mincy’s stream was live again. “Good morning and good night to all my sick perverts out there! It’s your slutty Princess Mincy, coming to you live again from t-h-e Elysium, Snuff, Resort! Kyaaaaah! So exciting!” The phone was streaming in selfie mode. Mincy made sure to strike a pose, with Charlie clearly visible in the background. “I hope everyone’s dicks are charged up again, since we’re got another challenger ready to take on the Mincy Challenge! Chat, can I have you welcome Charlie?”

Hearts and other emotes filled the screen.

“Charlie, why don’t you say hi to the people?”

He waved. “Hello, people!”

‘a wild gigachad appears???’

‘lol this is gonna be bad for mincy lmao’

‘Mincy this ones not a virgin abort mission!’

‘Oh No Hes HOT’

‘SEGGS SEGGS SEGGS’

“They love you already,” Mincy said. “So, for you sick pervs joining us for the first time, lemme explain the rules. Charlie and I here are gonna have some sexy funtimes, and whoever taps out first, loses big time! For me, you know what that means!” She traced her finger across her throat. “Lights out, snuff time! So, Charlie, if you win, how are you gonna end my life?”

“Hm…”

While this was going on, Charlie’s mind was not, in fact, empty. The situation seemed very strange to him. A beautiful girl coming up to him out of nowhere, and asking him to play this unusual game.

He remembered what he’d just read on the interview forums for Elysium Snuff Resort. There were rumors that Elysium would employ undercover agents to test the applicant’s skills, courtesy, and other qualities that would be easy to mask in an interview setting.

Could it be… that Princess Mincy was, in fact, one of these interviewers? Perhaps her phone was streaming to the hiring managers! It would be the perfect cover!

Wow, that would be so clever! Elysium Snuff Resort really has the smartest ideas! Charlie felt very clever for picking up on it, though. And if this really was a test, then the answer to her question…

“I would snuff you however you want to be,” Charlie said. “After all, that’s the client’s prerogative!”

“You’re suuuch a tease. That’s just a fancy way of telling the viewers to wait and see, huh?” Mincy giggled. “I’m getting so-o-o wet just imagining what horrible, depraved shit you have in store.”

“Actually, I’m being serious—”

“So, without further ado, let’s get this Mincy Challenge started!” She planted her phone in the sand via a tripod, and climbed on top of Charlie. After one last check on the phone to make sure the framing was good, she leaned forward and pulled him into a deep kiss. And then, finally, when she came up for air, she spoke to him in breathless tones, just loud enough for the microphone to hear.

“Fuck me, Greyhound. Fuck my brains out with everything you’ve got.”

That was all he needed to hear.

Charlie grabbed her by the shoulder and flipped her around, throwing her to the beach towel, face down, ass up. He tore off her bikini bottom, snapping the strap without realizing it, and yanked down his own swim trunks in turn, freeing his monstrous cock. Before Mincy had the chance to even process what was happening, Charlie placed one hand on her hip, the other lined up the tip of his dick to her entrance. And in one swift, loud motion, he impaled her, and initiated the most brutal and intense dickings Mincy had ever received in her life.

Immediately, Mincy knew she fucked up.

She felt wonderful. Wave after wave of pleasure washed up her spine and spread throughout her body in a jittery numb, leaving her mind blank and her lungs breathless after just the first minute or so. It felt so good. But this was bad, this was very, very bad!

The viewers were eating this up. They’d never seen their Princess Mincy on the ropes before, panting wantonly with her tongue out, her eyes rolled back, it seemed like Charlie’s clear and easy victory.

But Mincy wouldn’t take this lying down. No, she was Princess Mincy, the ultracute streamer slut who never, ever lost! Charlie let up for the briefest of moments, and that was all Mincy needed to lock in, to rein in the rapidly approaching orgasm, to tighten her kegels, to make sure it was Charlie panting and passed out on the beach towel, not her.

She pressed her palms against the sand and pushed back against Charlie’s hips, limiting his range of movement and slowing him down. “Y-You’re not bad, C-Charlie.”

“Why, thank you.” He spoke without any fluctuations in his voice. “I’ve worked very hard.”

“O-Oh, yeah, I can tell— mmph!” Not good. Another wave crashed through her. Limiting what Charlie could do was not good enough. She needed to go on the offensive, even if it meant playing dirty.

When Charlie reeled his hips back in preparation for a thrust, Mincy leaned forward to let Charlie’s penis slip out of her, and then covered her pussy lips with her hand. With that opening, she turned around and pounced, pushing Charlie on his back and lying on top of his legs. She pulled down her g-string top, freed her boobs and enveloped his shaft.

“How’s this?” As she pumped, his dick poked out from the valley of her tits, slapping her cheeks with the first few motions. Soon, she adjusted, though, kissing and sucking his cock while she worked on the lower half with her breasts.

“O-Oh, that does feel good!” Charlie looked like he was going to try something, but Mincy shut him down by picking up her pace. He let out a low rumble of a moan. It was working!

Yet, after several minutes of working his cock, Charlie had yet to let up. Mincy felt the beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. What was his problem? Just cum already! Just cum, and give her his money, and move on!

But Charlie had his pride. Though he was not an employee yet, he knew he wanted to carry himself like one for the purposes of the test. This too, must be a trial to see how he would deal with pushy clients!

“I-I’m sorry, Princess Mincy,” Charlie said. He reached up and grabbed her shoulders, stopping her mid-pump. Her breast jiggled under the force of the sudden deceleration. “I should be the one pleasuring you, not the other way around.”

“What do you mean—” With a yelp, Mincy was pulled on top of his waist. His dick was inside her once more, and this time, he meant business, fingering her clitoris as he dicked her from below. “Wait, Charlie, w-wait!”

She tried to move, she tried to get off him, but to no avail. Charlie grabbed her waist and held her, using her like a cocksleeve, throwing her up and down on his cock. Mincy was paralyzed once again. Was this it? Was this how she would die?

No, if Charlie was insistent on this position, she would just fight her way out of it, the only way she knew how!

Mincy pushed off the beach towel to sit upright, and braced her hands on Charlie’s pecs, her bare tits shaking and dangling just barely away from her opponent’s face as she rode him. She rolled her hips, she let out the most exaggerated, immodest moans as she could. This was her domain! Who was Charlie, this dumbass himbo, thinking he could challenge her?

It was a risky strategy. Mincy knew her climax was coming fast. But she could feel Charlie’s approaching, too. She just needed to outlast him. She just needed to hold back, she just needed to control herself!

Charlie’s face contorted. His eyes closed, and his grunts were getting more frequent, and louder!

This was her opening.

“Cum for me, Charlie!” she moaned. “Give me your cum! Pump it all in me, knock me up, flood my pussy, paint my insides white!”

“I-I’m sorry, Princess Mincy!”

A hot sensation ran through her abdomen. Semen rushed into her, as Charlie let out one final groan. She’d done it! Finally, now that it was safe, she let herself cum. And it was the most gratifying orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life.

The force of the climax was so dizzying that Mincy practically knocked out for a moment. She came to seconds later, lying on top of Charlie, both parties heaving and panting.

“W-Well, that’s another challenger defeated,” Mincy managed to say. “T-Tune in next time…”

“One… moment…” Charlie said. “That wasn’t the rule.”

“What do you mean? Whoever cums first loses, duh!”

Charlie pushed Mincy’s chest off him and sat her upright, his still-hard shaft pressed against her cum-stuffed hole. “No, the rule was, ‘whoever taps out first loses.’ However, neither you nor I are fully spent. Therefore, the challenge must continue.”

“Wait, wait, wait, that wasn’t the deal! Come on, chat, the challenge is over—” Over on Mincy’s phone, the chat was going crazy. He was right, and everyone knew it.

At that moment, Mincy realized she was faced with a decision. If she declared her victory now, she’d never live it down. It would probably be the end of her career. Her former fans would never let her forget, and it would follow her into whatever prospects came after this one.

At the same time, did she really think she could take on this man? After a close call like that? Surely, his dick must be softening already—

No… it hadn’t changed at all. Charlie sat upright as well, and looked at her with his wide, earnest eyes.

Before she could decide, he said, “As a future Executor of Elysium Snuff Resort, I won’t back down from a sex challenge like this!”

“Wait, what did you say?”

“Uh, I won’t back down?”

“No, no, no. The other thing!”

Charlie narrowed his eyes. With each passing moment, he felt the adrenaline rush gradually wearing off, his dick gradually returning to a resting state. “I’m sorry, Princess Mincy, but I know you’re trying to distract me. But I’m determined to pass this test! Let’s continue with our challenge!”

“W-Wait!”

Thus began round two of the most brutal fuck Mincy had ever experienced.

As mentioned previously, Mincy’s entire game plan revolved around her partners being inexperienced and overconfident, and simply out-lasting them with her belief in her insatiable sexual stamina. Given that Charlie had mentioned practicing for something, and judging from his overall, friendly demeanor, Mincy had judged him to be both of those things.

What Mincy didn’t realize was that Charlie was one of the final round candidates for one of Elysium’s Executors, dominant sexual service providers, tasked with satisfying customer’s sexual desires and snuffing them at the height of their pleasure.

He was, in short, one step removed from a literal world-class manwhore.

Mincy didn’t stand a chance. This time, Charlie knew all her weak points, and he’d grown wise to her silly tricks, not that he thought of them that way. She tried to squirm away, but Charlie wouldn’t have any of it. He grabbed her leg and turned her on her side, hoising her knee over his shoulder to give him better, deeper access to her pussy.

She was trapped. Charlie’s pounding was relentless. She had nowhere to go, no more cards left to play. Shock after shock, pulse after pulse, wave after wave, of sheer, fucking, pleasure tore through her body, with only her rapidly crumbling willpower keeping her from the brink.

The instant she let go, she would cum harder than she’d ever cum in her life. And that would be it, and he would have every right to snuff her.

She didn’t want that. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go! This was supposed to be an easy ten grand! Charlie was supposed to be silly, stupid mark!

“N-No…” she muttered. “No… stop…”

Charlie’s grunts were so loud, Mincy knew he couldn’t hear.

“Please… stop,” Mincy gasped. “I don’t want to die… I don’t want to die!”

She was going to cum. Oh god, she was so close! Please, someone help her! Anyone, she’d so anything! Please!

“Please, Charlie, stop! I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die! I don’t want to cum! Stop—!”

On a dime, Charlie fell completely still. And then, very slowly, he exited her pussy, and let go of her. Shivering and shuddering, her face soaked with panicked tears and sweat, Mincy fell to the sand, motionless, save the jittering shiver permeating her sexy, slutty form.

‘What happened?’

‘she asked him to stop’

‘did she lose?’

‘well, technically she didn’t cum, so…’

‘I mean, doesn’t this count as tapping out?’

‘she stopped him before that point so maybe, maybe not???’

Charlie leaned forward, still not touching Mincy. If a client wanted to stop at any point, a good Executor should be able to stop in an instant. A pang of guilt struck Charlie. He’d been a bit slow, and now, this poor girl was in tears. “Are you okay?”

“Leave me alone…” She looked up at Charlie, and Mincy’s phone was able to get a perfect shot of her face, eyes bloodshot, cheeks flushed and teary and stained with runny makeup. She looked awful, and after a brief moment of shock, her chat went berserk, having an absolute field day at what they were seeing.

“Let’s get you to your room, Princess Mincy,” Charlie said. He reached one hand behind her back and the other beneath her knees. The moment his bare skin brushed against hers, she came. Like a dam bursting between her legs, her squirting crested in a broad arc and lasted several seconds, landing in the sand squarely in front of her phone camera. All the while, Mincy squealed like a pig, as she plunged her fingers into her slit, gyrated her hips at nothing in particular, and rode out the most shameful, most intense climax in her life.

When it was over, both she and Charlie were silent. She managed to look up from where she lay in the sand, and lock eyes with Charlie.

“G-Get away from me!”

And then, she stood up, and began walking away, though she stumbled and fell into the sand a few times, before remembering her phone. One fumbled retrieval later, Mincy ended the stream without another word, and hobbled back to her hotel room, too embarrassed to look Charlie in the eye.

It took Charlie a moment to run through a mental list of his actions, before he stood to air out his beach towel and sighed.

“I wonder if this means I failed the test…”

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