I suspect the title of the work you're looking for is "Service Patches". IIRC There was an initial story revolving around the central character testing the device and procuring his first victim, then there was a sequel where he ended up with four women before they started being killed and cooked. Can't remember the handle of the author (apologies if they happen to read this) but I'm pretty sure it's in the old Gurochan archive that's floating around somewhere.

Hope this helps, good luck!

https://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/service-patches/

You are welcome

What about Lucy's Final Adjustment?

**“**No, I won and now I get to kill you, Nicole says happily, drawing her knife and making a slow cut down his body, relishing his suffering and still moaning softly from Carl’s tongue. Her victim cries out in pain as he gets cut. “please! Please no!” Ignoring his complaints, Nicole takes the victim’s balls in her hand and in one motion, violently cuts them off. Blood squirts from his balls, flowing down his legs to the ground as he screams from the pain.

“Ahhhh.... Ahhhh yesss...” Nicole, moans, grinding against Carl’s Tongue.. Mmmm, don't worry, your time is up, she reassures the last survivor. As soon as I do… This! She says, slitting his throat. The last victims blood squirts out of his neck hitting, Nicole in the face and covering it in thick red fluid. Now, look like there's only one left. Carl says. standing up and winking again, “Mmm yeah are you ready for your turn?” Nicole asks, turning to Carl and grinning. Carl grins back. “I am.”

Nicole smiles and a thought occurs to her. “Hmm... Actually, maybe we should do this at my place. It would be nice showing my house to someone who isn't trying to run” Hearing this, Carl smiles and kisses her neck. “yes ma'am.” Nicole happily leads Carl to her car, showing off her bare ass for him, not bothering to get dressed again. The only thing she has had on was a necklace. Reaching her car, she climbs inside, opening the door for Carl, being polite. “Thanks!!! I never get to do this!!” Nicole tells Carl. He climbs in and goes back to rubbing her pussy as she gets to driving “It's all good. I figured you were pretty and really enjoying the show so why not.” Carl says, laying back and relaxing as he fingers his new partner

“Yeah!! I’ve spent a lot of effort on my collection and it's nice to finally show it off.” Nicole says. As she reaches her house, she gets out and leads Carl to her front door and opening it with a flourish. Revealed is a house completely dedicated to male death. In front of the couch les a Manskin rug, upon which rests a glass table supported by two taxidermied bodies bent over on their hand and knees, with more bodies mounted on the walls of the room as trophies. But the real attraction is the dozens, perhaps hundreds of taxidermied heads hanging from the ceiling, each with a cd on a string hanging beneath it.

“So, what do you think?” Nicole asks, her living room on full display. Carl’s jaw drops and looks over at Nicole. “Damn that's fucking awesome.” “Thanks!! I really did put a lot of work into this!! Oh, I suppose you're wondering about the CDs on those strings, she says, plucking on and holding it up for Carl to see. He looks at it with a tilted head and a puzzled expression on his face. ‘’yeah I am.”

Nicole pops it into the player, showing a video of a guy struggling and screaming and begging for his life as a circular saw cuts through his body, stopping just before it reaches his head. “I always have a tiny camera with me” Nicole says gesturing to her necklace. “It records all my victims” Carl looks down at it and smiles “well I love the idea, I should have done that with my ride.”

“Thanks!!! I have a special place on my bedroom wall for you if you want it” Nicole offers, showing Carl to her bedroom, decorated in the same way Carl walks in and smiles as he looks around “this so cool. So where would I go?” “Here!!” she says, pointing at a blank spot just over her bed. “Right between my dad, who was first kill from when I was 4 and where I'm gonna put my best friend once they finally wheel him out for the festival today.”

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What's everyone think so far?

Nicole ran into the snuff fair, nervously looking around for Trevor. “Come on, be here, be here!!” She thought, scanning the gymnasium for the human dartboard. Upon seeing him being wheeled out, the previous occupant having finally died of blood loss, she lets out a sigh of relief and runs over to the booth eagerly, paying for ten darts, ignoring the look of terror on Trevor’s face.
Initially, Trevor is relieved to see a familiar face, a look of relief spreading over his face. "Hey!" he shouts when he finally see her, hoping his friend might have an answer for all this and will save him from this situation. "Finally you're here! I don't know what the hell is going on, please do something." He pleads with Nicole, confused.
Nicole looks up at him, ignoring Trevor’s pleas for help. "Oh, hey!!!! Remember how you said that if you wanted anyone to snuff you, you wanted it to be me?" She ask, smiling, having mistaken his offhand remark for a legitimate desire to be killed by her. "Here I am!!!"
Trevor still can’t quite believe this is real and scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Oh come on, it's not even funny. Did you sign me up for this just to pull a prank? You know I didn’t mean it when I said that!"
"no!! I came here so I can snuff you!!!" Nicole responds. "I'm pretty sure I can do this in ten darts" She teases, ignoring her friend’s excuse. “It’s too late to get cold feet, so do it for me?” She asks, taking the first dart and throwing it, hitting him square in the left testicle with the first one. "you know how I love snuff"
Trevor screams in pain and disbelief, his legs kicking about furiously, feeling the horrible piercing pain in his testicle. "What the fuck! That really fucking hurt!!" He screamed, his predicament now truly sinking in
"I'm gonna do a lot more than that by the end of this!” Nicole said eagerly and happily. “Don't worry, I have a nice place in my bedroom for your body so we can see each other every day!" "
“You fucking bitch, this is NOT funny. Cut this crap now, I.. I need a fucking ambulance, my ball got ruptured!" Trevor rages, struggling and thrashing against his restraints to no avail.
Nicole, apon hearing this, is infuriated at her friend insulting her. Her own best friend who she’s been with through thick and thin is treating her like this, saying the absolute worst things about her. "call me a bitch will you? I thought we were friends!!" Nicole says angrily, seemingly unaware that there's anything wrong with what she’s doing, winding up again,

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For what it's worth, I love this, and I hope to see the conclusion someday!

This is great! Nice little exploration into ethics of cloning, I thought.

And of course I loved the "mulching of the non-viables" :D

Hmm I guess your fetish is strange sciency words LOL
The story reminds me of a movie about an illusionist with a similar cloning topic where he was killing his clones or rather himself on each performance

>>13708
the prestige was a great film.

(2/3)

She was still very much on edge as the next client finally entered the room, then entered her. Her whole body was tingling. She felt alive, more alive than any other time in the week. She whispered “Release”, adding just the tiniest bit of voice to it. Still not enough for Greg to hear. She was still safe. It was still fine. She didn’t want to die. She wasn’t going to die. “Release.”

“Oh shit, dude, this bitch fuckin’ said it,” the man moaned, and she felt the thrusts of his orgasm.


Chelsea bit her lip. Deep breaths. Don’t come. Not yet.

“I didn’t hear it,” replied Greg.

“Come on, man, she said it.”

“Sorry, dude. She’s got to say it louder if she wants it. Those are the rules.”

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(3/3)

“Doing okay, Chelsea? That was pretty intense.”

Greg was so sweet. One of her favorites. One of her favorite potential executioners. Her favorite potential murderers. 

“Mmm hmm.”

She was at the edge of the cliff. “Do you ever take a turn, Greg?”

She thought about Greg fucking her. She wondered why she’d never really thought about it before. Her killer. Her murderer. She thought about him giving her a good long fuck and then hitting the button himself.

“Can’t. Ethics violation to have sex with a patient.”

“Yeah, but I’m not *really* a patient…” She imagined his cock thrusting into her. His hands on her. His come in her. He always asked her if today was the day. Maybe today was the day. Maybe today was the day for him.

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Amazing! Do you have more by the author?

Angela cocked the shotgun again, and turned to the rest of us. "You are goddesses," she assured us, as she pulled the remains of the pillow off of the weapon. It was a basic hunting shotgun, sawed off to fit the pillow, a single barrel pointing towards each of us in turn. "Helena, Natasha, Shannah, Mitsuko. You are each divine. You can drop your pillows now." She smiled. "I want each of you to pull up your blouse, and show the world the life growing inside you." We stared, still in shock. Her voice hardened, and she pointed the gun more directly. "Take off your top, Helena. NOW. Each of you, NOW".

Helena pulled her top up, showing her tanned belly. Who goes to the tanning salon when they're pregnant? Her belly button was puckered inward, and she had clearly spared no expense on stretch mark cream. Somehow, her belly was unblemished, just big. I pulled up my top, showing my big outie navel. That embarassed me more than anything, because it looked like the damn Alien was about to jump out of me. Mitsuko lifted her top, and I saw the tears in her eyes as she exposed a network of stretch marks criss-crossing like the cracks in a badly reassembled porcelain teapot.

Natasha always wore nice clothes to class, instead of the oversized T-shirts the rest of us preferred. She was struggling with the buttons, fumbling in her terror to push the buttons through the holes. She mumbled something like "vibash, vibash" as her trembling hands failed to obey her commands.

"Natasha," Angela said, "you don't have to wear the right clothes to be beautiful. You're beautiful just like this."

*BLAM*

The blast tore through Natasha's blue blouse, through her skin and muscle, through her gravid uterus. I saw the spray of her shredded baby as it blew out of her back, making the back of her cute outfit fly up like an unexpected breeze. Natasha raised her arms, showing the stumps where the blast blew away her fumbling hands. Then she fell backwards, her body splashing in the sudden puddle of blood, amniotic fluid, and dismembered baby parts. Her lips trembled, trying to make one more apology, and then she was still.

Angela cocked the shotgun again, then rubbed her belly lovingly with her left hand. "Every baby wants to be loved," she told us, "Loved and nourished. Take off your blouses, and remove your bras." Her hand moved up to her right breast, and she squeezed rhythmically just behind the puffy areola. A drop of clear fluid appeared. "Shannah," she said, pointing her gun between my tits. "Take it off, now. All of you."

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Angelea cocked her weapon again and looked at me and Mitsuko, her last remaining students. "Your yoni", she continued, "is the portal between worlds. Through your portal you bring new life into the world." I had never heard "yoni" before taking childbirth class, but now I knew, she was talking about my cunt. That, I understood.

"Please sit down and reveal yourself fully. Do it now." Neither of us needed to be given any further instructions. In one motion, each of us pulled our sweatpants and maternity panties down to our ankles. Then we sat down on our pillows, and pulled them off our feet. I caught Mitsuko's eyes as we put our clothes in a pile together. I don't know what she saw in my eyes, but some of the fear left hers. We were in this together.

"Before your yoni yields life in pain, she opens the door to heaven in pleasure. We are all sisters, who know each other's desires." Angela's left hand moved around her belly again, down between her legs. "Shannah, Mitsuko's body is part of you. Mitsuko, you are part of Shannah." Angela's hand reached its destination. Partially hidden by her swollen belly, she slowly stroked her labia. "Touch each other, bring your sister the pleasure only known to yourself." She raised the gun again. "NOW."

We reached for each other's hands, feeling the warmth as we touched each other for the first time. Some of the other students liked to hug before and after class. They liked to hug before, that is, when they were still breathing. Mitsuko was not physical like that, and I always respected her need for space, but now we held hands like lovers. I guided her hand to my breast, and she did the same. When we kissed, it was natural, as though there were not a psychopath holding a gun a few feet away. We caressed each other's breasts, tracing the different worlds our bodies had experienced. Our bellies pressed together, and both of our babies picked that moment to wake up, rolling against each other like twins.

As my hands curved around her belly, I could sense her breathing change. Mine changed too, faster, insistent. The hair on her mound was short and straight, like the hair on her head, and I wondered what she thought of the unruly curls between my legs. She was more hesitant, but I had enjoyed my share of female encounters, so I showed her what she could do by example. I gently stroked her thin lips up and down, and she followed, exploring my thick labia, feeling another woman's differences for the first time. We moved deeper, as

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Without hesitating, both of us wrapped an arm around our belly and followed Angela's instructions. I looked over at Mitsuko, and our eyes locked as we touched ourselves the way we had touched each other. Our breath came quickly as we each pleasured ourselves, never looking away, except to see each others' breasts heaving. I moaned, and Mitsuko moved her free right hand to hold my left hand. She was close to orgasm, and thinking of her left hand in her cunt pushed me over the edge myself. My hips bucked as I released something between a moan and a scream, and I could see in Mitsuko's eyes that she was close to her own release.

*BLAM*

Mitsuko's eyes widened as if she were drawn in anime style. The wash of blood from her shattered cunt and ruined baby sprayed over both of us, and her body spasmed in a macabre emulation of orgasm. Her grip on my hand tightened, then released, and the life in her brown eyes disappeared like a spark dying on wet ground. My own orgasm, though, was still rolling, and my hips kept thrusting as my sister, my lover, died next to me. When we were both spent, I lay still, my breasts heaving as I caught my breath.

"You, Shannah, are the true goddess," Angela spoke after a long pause. I pushed myself up to see her. She wore an angelic look on her face, her body splattered with blood and flecks of gore from her five victims. "I can die now, knowing that you have been chosen." With that, she cocked the gun, pushed the sawed-off barrel to her belly, and pulled the trigger.

*click*

She threw back her head and laughed, a roaring laugh at her great joke. "It's a five-round shotgun!" Angela giggled. "Here, you take it." She tossed it to me, and I caught it in the air.

"There's a present for you on the stock," she said with a wink.

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My hand was gripping the knife now, gripping it hard. The ruckus outside seemed far away. I had been in a few knife fights, mostly just waving the knife around, but I had also been taught how to win.

"She had a beautiful little girl," Angela continued. "She cried out before her mom died, isn't that sweet? I wish I knew her name. I cut her little pussy right out of her body."

I lunged forward, slamming the knife into the largest target, Angela's pregnant belly. It sank into that bright pink stretch mark, all the way to the hilt. I wrapped my left arm around Angela and pulled her in to me hard, so she couldn't move away. The knife pulled back out with a sucking sound, and I thrust it back in, over and over. Angela's mouth gaped in an "O" of surprise, and I released my hold and pushed her back. She stumbled and fell backwards to the floor. Her head hit hard and bounced. Someone was pounding on the door, but it seemed a mile away.

I didn't hesitate, because a knife fight only has one victor. I jumped on to her body, smashing our bellies together, and drove the knife into her side. Again, I stabbed over and over, sliding through her ribcage into to her lungs. The knife pierced her heart and sliced through blood vessels, as thick red blood bubbled up from Angela's mouth and nose. I kept stabbing, no longer thinking, losing any idea of aim, sinking the blade into her pale, swollen breast, and then into my own brown skin, without even noticing.

The locked door burst open, finally catching my attention as I jammed the knife into a breast. It was mine or hers, white or black, I couldn't tell. There were blue uniforms, and guns, and yelling. I pulled the blade out of the breast, and my knife hand swung in the air. The knife dripped blood, clear colostrum, and bits of yellow fat. The police followed their weapons training, just as I followed mine. Their weapons fired, 9mm bullets instead of shotgun shells, and did not stop firing until the guns were empty. My body, riddled with holes from my legs to my belly to my chest, collapsed onto Angela's, then rolled off, away from the oncoming blue uniforms.

I heard two things as my life ended, the last things I ever heard. One was the officer shouting into her radio, "Suspect down! Suspect down!".

The other was a whisper, Angela's dying breath. "Goddess."

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I love it! Thank you for writing and posting.

Description: Judi meets a cute cosplayer that she likes ... she's been hired to kill her.

Fantastic story. More of this please, especially if it's loli and shota!!!

Take a Hint - Part II

We went along into the next waiting room, where it would be a while before she was called forward. In here, several girls were getting the last, and from the sounds of most of them, best railings of their life. Celia looked at me, for the first time since I’d known her, blushing.

“If you wanted to, I’d let you.” She said with all seriousness.

I paused, thinking about it. I shook my head. “I couldn’t. You’re Brendan’s girl.”

“According to this little number on my leg, I’m the State’s girl. Besides, the only way Brendan is gonna know is if you tell him. I certainly won’t.”

I began to think about it. I wanted to. A very large and loud part of me wanted to unzip my pants and pin Celia underneath me. She sighed, clearly seeing through me.

“If I said I wanted it, would you?” I nodded. She shook her head. “We gotta work on helping you take hints, Jay.” I took this into consideration, as I unzipped my pants and pulled my already hard cock out of the flap in my boxers. I sat on a nearby chair, as Celia moved forward and sat on my lap. Her soft, dainty hands ran over my shaft. She gave me a kiss on my neck.

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Hi all. This is my first story on gurochan. I've been lurking for a while, and I've ha plenty of ideas, but this is the first time I've actually completed one. This one's a little short and sweet, but let me know what you think, and thank you for reading.

- Saveth

Wow´i really love this story! The setting a and the bittersweet tone of the story is just my thing

I thought this was a wonderfully sweet and lovely story. Thank you!

This is one of my favorite stories ever! I'm so glad it's back because I just keep reading it over and over. I hope you write many more.

I love it!

Oh, I totally missed this.
That was pretty good although probably the doctor could have used a few bandaids to reattach that breast back LOL

Anya was an assassin, who revelled in killing people slowly, and sexually. She never cared about money too much as nothing would give her as much pleasure as watching the life drain from her target as she cums to their death.
She had recently gained a new magic which let her control anyone with the same bloodline as one she had bathed in, so she went down to the town to try out the ability.
Here she found a family with a mother, a father and their young 14-year-old son, Tom. She waited until the father was out of the house to ambush him, appearing right in front of him and immediately stabbing him in the chest. With that the mother became a widow.
She grieved for weeks, barely paying attention to the outside world. This gave Anya a chance to have fun with her child. The child had constantly been bullied by some of the kids from the school. Anya appeared before him.
“Who… who are you?” He asked.
“I know there are people in the school you want to get back at.” She whispered.
Tom nodded “Every day they torture me because I’m weak.”
“Would like a chance to get revenge?” Anya asked.
Tom smiled “Yes.”

Tom’s school taught the basics of all kinds of things, including magic, crafting, medicine and trade. Tori had always picked on him the most, mocking him for his struggles at fighting techniques and magic, and managed to get herself paired up with him whenever possible.
This time though, he would use it to his advantage. While in medicine lesson, Anya communicated to him what to do, and he quickly mixed some of the ingredients together, pouring it into Tori’s water. Anya had picked up a few tips from Eratus after all their work together and made use of it now.
Tori drank the water and Tom waited. Then he heard it.

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Next, he pulled away and positioned his now hard penis over her pussy.
“Don’t even think about putting that junk into my…” Once again, he cut her off by thrusting into her, causing her to lose her voice for a second. He just kept on going, pushing it in again, and again. She continued to moan as he fucked her.
“Oh, oh, this feels amazing.” She had finally given up trying to stop him, and simply savoured the experience. However, Tom still had vivid memories of every time she hurt him, and simply wanted her to feel the pleasure before the pain. Next, he got out another potion Anya had given him, and forced it down her throat. Suddenly she began to moan even more than before. Her body even wriggled around in pleasure, and he had to assume the paralysis was wearing off, but that was fine. She’d still be too weak to hurt him for a long time.
The potion he gave her enhanced all her senses, so what was already pleasurable was put into overdrive. His lower body happened to graze her clit and she orgasmed. And she kept it up too, only managing a minute after each orgasm before the next. He kissed her on the lips and played with her boobs in his hands, making her go crazy in pleasure. Then she suddenly winced.
“Hey, what was that?” She opened her eyes to see Tom holding the knife, and an evil smile. Her cheek burned slightly. She looked incredulously. “Did you cut me?”
Tom licked at the cut while he continued to pump her. He too felt incredible, and felt it was time to really take revenge. Her blood tasted amazing and turned his bloodlust on, making him want to revel in her pain. In reality, a lot of this was Anya’s emotions seeping in, who was feeling the whole thing and masturbating herself to it. Tom punched one of Tori’s boobs.
Her sensitivity was already heightened, so she felt a powerful wave of pain, and let out a scream. Tom was excited by this and continued to punch her tits over and over. They had a strange feeling to hit as they were so large.
He didn’t stop with the boobs and proceeded to stab them as well. This was a much sharper pain, so Tori ended up screaming properly this time, as he cut them up from the nipple outwards. After cutting it open, he stuck his hand in to feel it from the inside and moved his mouth down to suck at the insides. Tori kept screaming till her voice went raw, and her body struggled a bit, but Tom was on top and it was still weak. Every wince she made turned on Tom more, bringing him closer to orgasm. He continued to move onto her arms and legs, stabbing them at constant intervals too, before finally reaching her stomach.
By this point he was so turned on he couldn’t stop himself. He stood up bringing her with him, and slammed her against the wall, fucking her like that. Her back grinded against the bricks creating minor scrapes, but he kept pushing his dick in and out of her tight wet hole clenching around him. She began to moan again, and he pulled out for a second to send his knee flying into her pelvis, crushing her clit. She let out another pain wrenching scream as Tom kept fucking and eventually, he let loose his load flying into her womb. As he orgasmed, he swung her body between the two walls of the alley, bruising her upper arms.
After releasing his load, he swung her round dropping her back down to the pavement, and dropped his body weight down onto her chest, causing her to cough up blood.
“What now?” she asked bitterly, her entire body in pain.
He smiled, before stabbing the knife into her pussy. She screamed some more as he wriggled the knife further and further into her, ripping apart her organs as it went, until his whole arm was in her pussy, his hand going all the way up to her neck where the knife finally cut its way out. Tori convulsed for a few seconds before her body finally gave up.


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Anya gasped as his head rammed itself against her vagina, which spread unusually large to let it fit in, Anya’s hips seemed to grow wider to accommodate the change and the vagina was so wet that it began dripping down onto the rest of Tom’s body, completely soaking it.
By the time most of Tom’s body was engulfed, Anya released the mind control, so she could feel the wriggling as he tried to escape. He was no longer pushing himself in, so she grabbed his hips to push him in herself. It felt so good to have an entire body slowly rub against her as it entered inch by inch. Her belly slowly expanded as it went. Eventually his body was almost in but reaching his hips she found his penis was hard, stopping him going any further. She laughed.
“You’re actually being turned on by this.”
She heard a “Mmmmng” in reply from her belly as she grabbed his dick and began rubbing it. She pulled the tip across her clit and eventually he cummed. Having cummed twice in such a short time, his dick quickly became too sensitive to continue. She continued to rub it causing him to wriggle some more in pain and using it to stimulate her clit some more. Eventually he came again, and she let it go flaccid this time before continuing to push him up into her vagina, rubbing her clit more as he went in.
Eventually she finally pushed his feet in and rubbed her now massive belly with one hand while stimulating herself more with the other. He punched and kicked her while wriggling inside which was enough to make Anya finally cum. Her pussy contracted over and over with incredible speed and power, crashing into Tom and pushing against him from all sides. It crushed him down more and more and blood began to come from her pussy. Finally, she settled down and reached her hand into her pussy, pulling out a mass of flesh and broken bones that had been completely disfigured to be unrecognisable as a human. She smiled, threw the remains down onto the dead body of Tori, and left.

>>14163

I see you forgot to take your tablets today. Hope you can get the help you need.

I wonder what kind of fetish that is supposed to be.

This thread is against the rules but will not be deleted.

Well, in 1413, Tolsik was elected and acclaimed the High Chieftain of the Pompian Republic, and his goons quickly set about taking Tolsik’s more moderate political enemies out of office. They jabbed great pointy sticks and spiked those opponents in their bellies, so hard they coughed up blood. They slashed the clothes off of female Councillers and jabbed their throbbing pricks in them so hard that their cunts and derrieres bled, and bled profusely. They shot those enemies to death, some in the Council Room itself. They poured gasoline in the Council House and set it aflame. Thus the Pompian Republic died and the Tolsiki Empire was born. Everyone was afraid then, and rightfully so. The Tolsiki began to build up their army and their navy, and the Tarsonians were slow to react. We didn’t respond enough to the threat in those first couple of years. We finally got a new Sachem in the Sachem-House in 1415, but it was too late. The Tolsiki rearmament was well along.
I was a young woman now. I still lived by my parents, but had a rowhouse that I shared with three sisters, Mara, Sarinya, and Avai. In 1418 I was 25, Mara was 21, Sarinya was 23, and Avai was the youngest, 20 years old. If you care to know what we looked like, suffice it to say we were young, pretty, had straight hair that fell to our shoulders but no further, our bosoms and waists were both modest, and we were rather demure. Yes, Sarinya and Avai liked the boys. They often dated them and Avai had a boyfriend, Middo Arhat. Mara liked girls. She planned to marry one someday, a buxum elf named Oppai Gungnam. And me? Akina? Well, I was coming off my first and only husband, Alsik Opki. He had seemed sweet and charming at first, luring me with flowers and sweets and gifts. We fell in love and I got married. However, he wanted me to have one baby for every room in his eight-room house, and I balked. No way did I want a family that large! I kept refusing his advances and then came one night. One unspeakably cruel night. He punched me in the cheek. My nose bled. I slammed against the far wall and punched a hole in the plasterboard with my suddenly hurting butt. I swung at him but my boobs swung with me, knocking my momentum off balance (oops). I swung again, and this time my hair got in my eyes and I blinked through my tears. He chopped into my upper arm, which stung, and I kicked him in the balls, which both injured my big toe and caused him to howl in pain. He tried to choke me. He put his hands around my n

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Name: Akina Ojoba
Sex/Gender: Female/Femme
Ethnicity: Tarson Elves
Country (before the Tarson Wars): Tarson
Country (during/after? the Tarson Wars): Tolsiki Empire
Age: 27 at the time of the Slaughter
Sisters: Sarinya Ojoba (25, het), Mara Ojoba (23, lesbian), Avai Ojoba (22, het)
Parents: Benki Ojoba and Anri Ojoba

I remember the eve of the war. A few days before, radio and television were beaming lurid pictures into our homes of the so-called Massacre of Pompia. The townspeople had been encouraged by the authorities to descend upon the elven quarter of town, which they did. This was a walled quarter, dating from the days of the ghettoes, but the gates had been open for more than a century by 1418. The elves had some warning of what was to come (a few Pompard cops had gotten drunk on ale and wandered into an elf temple, and the cops gargled out news of upcoming actions to temple priests), and so the elves had closed the ancient gates. However, townspeople busted the gates oven with a dragon provided by the Tolsiki. The mob proceeded to run wild in the quarter, burning down all the elven temples and smash windows, slamming babies against walls, stomping brutally on elf kids, raping the pretty girls, castrating some of the handsome men, and looting, looting, and more looting. The Tarsonians started packing up their bags and leaving for the border. Jokim Tolsik had banned them from leaving the country, but many of them snuck over the border anyway, and of course we welcomed them with open arms. How could we not? They were our sisters and brothers, after all.
Tolsik saw it differently, however. To him and his empire, the refugees were traitors and vermin, to eventually be wiped out. We were a vermin nation, nothing about us was right, and so we must be wiped out. How to do that? Start a fight, of course. And so he did, citing the refugees as a “casus belli”.

I remember Ono 18, the day they came to Anselheim. The war had been perhaps a month old. We had won a few victories over the Tolsiki Empire in the beginning, with a few of our vanguard occupying two or three of their hills. The military response had been swift, however, and we were suffering reverse after reverse. Air raid sirens would howl, and we would cower in the basement as dragons blew their flames and airplanes dropped their bombs. Explosions rang all over the place.
Ono 18, 1418, dawned quietly. None of the usual sirens had gone off, and people were going about their business. My sisters and I went aboard a canal-boat and got out our fishing rods and nets; it was common sport to fish in the canals. This sometimes provided our lunch and dinner. The weather was balmy, as it was a lovely late-spring day. The cherry blossoms were in bloom, and they were falling in pink showers all over the place. We were occupied, Sarinya, Mara, Avai, and Akina – that’s me – gaily chattering among ourselves about romances and fish. It was Avai that first heard the thwack-thwack of dragon wings, flying low through the canal areas. Somehow the dragons had evaded Anselheim’s and the Tarson realm’s watches. One hideous scaly green beast swooped low over our boat, rocking it, and then bellowed a column of crimson and orange flame. It incinerated a tree and a couple of rowhouses a block away from us.
Soon they were everywhere. Pillars of smoke came from all quarters. The drone of the airplanes occurred after maybe an hour, and soon the bangs of explosions joined the chorus. A bomb hit our boat and we all screamed and swam for our lives in the choppy water. We got out of the canal by a ladder, all of us only slightly hurt but chillingly drenched and shivering. We huddled together for warmth as the “blitz” went on. It was afternoon by the time we reached our house and consoled our worried parents.
I heard the clang of a gong, the whistle of a flute, and the banging of drums. This was one of the the Tolsiki’s (in)famous Musical Corps, whose job was to keep the march of the troops in rhythm. This was followed by the infantry, all suited up, a few in ceremonial garb, most in camouflage. The cavalry followed, on unicorns and horses, as well as in gun-cars and armored convoys. They came bearing pikes and guns and lances, axes and spears, bows and arrows, howitzers and cannons. A couple of stout troops wheeled small atomic bombs, which I guess emitted invisible radiation. We couldn’

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Avai and Sarinya broke down crying. I felt my eyes growing moist myself, and tried to think, “everything will be all right! Stay strong!” It was difficult, though. We had been relying on Tarson’s Noble Troops and Hussars to keep us safe from the Tolsiki. If the latter were parading around Anselheim, our capital, that meant a great failure of the war effort must have occurred. The Tarsonian troops were our pride and joy! What could have happened?
We saw on television that the troops marched onto Ansel Square, at the heart of town, by the royal palace. We saw them storm the palace, guns and dragons blazing, explosions sounding. We saw the King and Queen being led out in chains, and we all had a great cry. Right on live camera, we saw the princesses being pushed out, stark naked and shivering in the cool air. Each was flanked by a Tolsiki guard, fondling her breasts and attempting to kiss her in her mouth. At a toot from one of the flutes, all of the princesses were thrown to the ground, the guards hiked their kilts and knelt, and promptly began thrusting into the princesses right in front of the royal couple. All were screaming and tussling, their hair bedraggled, blowing in the wind. Troops were forcing the King and Queen to watch. Nothing was censored or blurred. Liquid was coming out of the princesses’ twats. I hugged Avai tight and Mara hugged Sarinya. All of us had worry and grief upon our brows. Troops took out scissors and cut off the King and Queen’s eartips while they were being forced to look. This made the Royal Couple resemble humans, although with bloody tops of ears. We loved the fact that we had pointy ears; it distinguished us as elves, and losing those eartips was often something that brought great shame.
Somehow, somewhere, the old Pompard joke about elves having pointy clits came to mind. I irrationally giggled. We don’t really have pointy clits, but at one time Pompards rumored that our clitori must be pointed because our ears were. How silly is that?
We watched as the troops jabbed spiked knuckles up the princesses’ chests so that blood came out of both their chests and mouths, we watched them cough and struggle to breathe, twisting and curving on the ground, one of them even sitting up before collapsing. Two died with their mouths foaming. The third, who had sat up, collapsed on her side and convulsed before expiring, face down. When the last princess died, the king and queen were decapitated by a sword, to a massive drumroll. Their hea

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