Herba was a novelist. She spent every day looking for inspiration, writing different techniques and trying out ideas. But that would all soon be in the past. Because today would change her life.

She sat at the computer as usual a cup of coffee on the side. The screen itself was open on a
word editor, but the document was completely blank. Not even a title was to be seen. But despite this, Herba was furiously thinking. There was so much to consider when writing a story. So much detail had to be included, it almost seemed impossible to get anywhere. The world had to come to life in every way, but how does one even communicate that?

While she thought about her story, completely focused on the screen, there was a sudden sound
she was sure she had never heard before, at least not in person.

Gunfire. Explosions.

She rushed to the window to take a look outside, expecting the worst. And indeed, her fears
were confirmed. Across the street, on opposite ends, two sets of troops stood firing at each other over the cars. Herba was excited for the smallest instant before realising the reality of the situation. What if the house was caught in crossfire? She recalled the fact har mother was downstairs preparing dinner for them. What if they shoot through the glass? She had to make sure her mum was safe. Thus she span the
chair around and began to head down the stairs.

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They began walking, deep into the complex, until eventually they came to a room scattered with
armour and weapons of various types hung up on stands.

“Choose your weapon and we’ll head off to the arena.” She took a look around at the models.
Most were pretter similar, so she ended up just taking the closest one, before heading next door. Erun was inside, along with many more trainees.

“Our tech guys managed to rig these weapons to fire fake lasers. They hit your armour, you lose
a point. Three points and you’re out.” Erun explained. It sounded pretty simple. It was a free for all, so she just needed to hit as many people as possible. “You’ll all get 30 seconds to go whereever you like in this arena. I’ll signal you when you can start attacking. So, begin!”

Immediately, the entire room scattered. Herba froze for a second, before also heading out into
the network of tunnels. Erun’s voice soon echoed through the maze. “Aaaand, go!”

Beep. She got hit before she could even see her opponent. How was she meant to defend against

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And suddenly, it seemed like she could feel the air around her. Move the smoke away. This
revealed two soldiers. They stood there staring at her transfixed. She tried to move them out of the way just like with the smoke, and amazingly, they flew across the room. She could also feel a few more soldiers coming up the stairs, and knocked them out just as easily, without even being able to see them.

It was incredible to think about how strong this powers were. She had managed to teleport, knock
people out with one hit, slow down time and now telekinesis. With this she could surely defeat the Empire with ease.

She cleared the rest of the gas from the room and the others began to stand up.

“Thanks,” Erun said, shocked by the whole experience. “This is my fault, I should have added more scouting.”

“Hey, we’re all alive. It’s fine.” Herba assured.

“Hmm… Ok. Let’s return for now, but we’re going to talk more about what you just did when

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He finally writhed suddenly in pain, realising something was wrong, but was stuck in place by
her lips and pussy. It was as if the spell was broken, and he frantically shuffled around trying to get away. But Herba woudn’t let him escape. He suddenly convulsed as his autonomic responses kicked in, and cum, piss and shit erupted from his penis and bottom in panic. She couldn’t help but laugh as she savoured the new feeling in her pussy, while finally climaxing at his motions, just as the heart burst and blood spread out inside him. Finally he came to a stop, dead, and Herba thought on how good the experience felt. If she could actually make people want to have sex with her, it could be an amazing asset.

Then everyone else came out. “You ready” Erun asked. Herba just nodded as they headed back
to base.

Aaron drove for half an hour as Veronica and Kenzie kissed in the back seat. His dick expanded against the fabric of his boxers every time he looked at them through the mirror.

“So,” he looked up, “you two have different dads or…’

“Oh,” Kenzie said, smooching Veronica between each word, “we’re not actually biologically sisters.”

“Huh!” He glanced back again.

“Yeah, we just call ourselves sisters because we look alike.”

“And pretty much everyone calls us ‘the sisters,’ so we go along with it.” Veronica gazed into Kenzie’s eyes. Kenzie kissed her again.

“So, which one of you is the oldest? You both almost look like twins.”

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“It’s beautiful,” Veronica whispered as she peered out at the sea. She pulled Kenzie to her and gripped Aaron’s hand.

Moonlit waves crashed against jagged rocks below. Forests lined the coast in either direction. Animal cries pervaded the woods behind them.

“Can we fuck out here instead of in the car? It’s too beautiful to fuck in there.”

“Sure. Nobody ever comes out here, except for maybe Bigfoot.”

Kenzie laughed and stared off into the woods. “Hey, Bigfoot! Do you like these?” Kenzie lifted her shirt and grabbed her tits.

Veronica did the same and the girls giggled as they flashed their pear-shaped titties to whatever lurked in the woods. She grabbed Kenzie’s shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the ground. She raised her arms as Kenzie removed her shirt. The topless girls turned to Aaron.

Kenzie leaned forward and grabbed his zipper. “Let’s see what you got, Mister Galvan.” She grinned and opened his fly. His cock throbbed in her hand. “Oh my!” Kenzie caressed it as she crouched. She leaned forward and kissed the head, then began licking the shaft. Aaron threw his arm around Veronica. She giggled as he pulled her in. Aaron leaned into her and they kissed. He massaged her breasts. His hand slithered down her stomach as his lips moved away from her lips, kissing her slender neck. His lips wrapped around her nipple, his fingers slipped into her pussy. Veronica moaned and threw her head back. She dug her fingernails into his scalp and pulled his hair. Her thighs clenched. His fingers hammered her hole as she squirted. Aaron came seconds later, groaning as Kenzie pumped his semen into her mouth. She stuck her tongue out as cum drizzled down her chin.

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Aaron crushed twigs and leaves beneath his boots as he sprinted through the trees. Another set of footsteps grew louder as he approaches, then the outline of a naked woman appeared, illuminated by the Moon. Veronica looked back and screamed. She ducked down and accelerated, breathing and squealing with every step. Aaron closed the distance. He stopped, tightened the grip on his hammer, and tossed it. It arched through the darkened trees. She screamed as it crashed into her head and thudded to the ground.

Aaron dashed to the spot. Veronica rolled in the dirt, groaning and clutching her head. Aaron picked the hammer and raised it over his head.

“Please … why are you doing this? We didn’t do anything to you. Don’t kill me, I still have my whole life ahead of me. I-I’m going to University in a few weeks, please don’t destroy my-”

He slammed the hammer into her nose. She wailed and covered her face as blood poured out.

“W-we told Omar that you’ve been sleeping with his girl. He’ll fuck you up.”

Veronica’s forehead caved with a wet crack as he brought it down again. Her incoherent babbling stopped after three strikes. Her skull contorted, eyeballs popped out, and chunks of brain fell out. Aaron’s hammer splashed the brain and blood until she stopped twitching and pissing.

Aaron tossed the hammer aside and mounted her body. He impaled her with his cock. Her tits jiggled as he bounced on her dead body. He came, filling her womb as he howled at the Moon.

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I loved this story. Keep up the writing.

Your body has warning signs of danger and should rarely be ignored. Panic, pain, difficulty acting, moving or even breathing. Your body has these warning signs to help keep you alive and to warn you of danger, but for some this is just a hinderance for a spell.

It had taken months of practice and play to get to the point she was at. To iron out that annoying panic signal her brain always gave off the moment she started to run out of air. To ignore the light headedness the lack of air brought for the sweet release that came after. To ignore the pain that was washed away the moment that warmth flooded her body.

She thought she was safe; she had practiced for months, used something thin and flimsy that could be easily rendered with her teeth, and /knew/ her limits. Well, the problem with limits is you never know what they are until you push them over the edge, and until you break through those limits. Only then are you truly capable of knowing what you can or can not do, but for some that is too little too late.

This had become her almost daily pattern now after coming home from work. Flop on her bed with a toy or not, slip a thin bag over her head and tuck it into her collar before securing the collar. Normally what took her thirty minutes or more to accomplish was done in mere seconds once her air ran out. That though had an inverse affect in it slowly taking longer and longer to accomplish her peak. The more she did it the longer it took, or that much more effort it took just to peak.

After a while of doing this she had learned to ignore her brain’s panic symptoms. She had rid herself of the panic that made her shred so many of the thin plastic bags. She had learned that the release that came after her head became clouded and blank was strong. She had learned to ignore the pain in her lungs since once the release hit her that pain would fade. All she had to do was tear the flimsy bag with a claw, tooth, or even her hand and she would be able to breathe again.

The problem was with every session the time it took grew seconds longer in what used to take mere seconds to peak. Now it was taking her nearly two minutes without air for her body to peak, but it was the only alternative now. She had trained her body in such a way that it was impossible to peak without the danger, and no matter what she used or how hard she tried she could not achieve that release.

Tonight, she had again covered her head, tucked in the bag, taken a deep breath, and secured her collar to her neck. She had opted to simply use her fingers instead of a toy as well since she saw now difference in time required, and her fingers felt that much better to her. As she lied there holding her breath as long as she could she played with herself, working on her labia at first and not touching her passage until the next breath. Always slowly escalating the pleasure with each practiced breath.

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Chatin slipped her dress on getting ready for her date tonight, and tonight being Valentine’s Day. She had met a feline several months back and what had started out as a simple friendship had evolved into that much more. Although they were both a predator and a female it mattered little to her, and had long since ignored warnings from others on their relationship. What fears she had long since disappeared once their relationship became intimate.

For the night she had opted for a dress that was fancier than her normal attire, being lined with lace around the edges and across the shoulders. The dress covered her torso entirely down to her thighs, but left her back completely exposed down to her tail. With the fabric hugging her form it left enough visible to be attractive while hiding enough to make one wonder. She had worn nothing passed the dress assuming in advance that it wouldn’t be staying on her for too long anyway.

En lieu of a restaurant for the evening Aisha had opted that she come to their house for dinner, as she apparently had something special in mind. However, dinner wasn’t at the front of her thoughts currently, and it made her twitch thinking about the feline. Every time they had grown intimate, she was always left hanging and forced to solve the problem later. She was hoping tonight would be different after finally being invited to the cat’s home and on Valentine’s to boot.

She arrived at Aisha’s home in short order with her house not being too far away, though she had no idea of this fact until recently. Her claws clacked against the pathway as she walked to the door before rasping against it with her hand. Chatin was quickly met with the smiling feline wearing a red corset and matching skirt that blended well with their mostly pink fur. Aisha ushered her in with a kiss against her cheek before waving her off to sit down. “Have a seat dinner will be ready soon.” She said before disappearing from view.

Chatin flopped against the leather couch abruptly, not bothering to sit down normally. Immediately stretching out and relaxing, she waited on the feline to return. She closed her eyes waiting and thinking forward to the night, squirming lightly as her thoughts drifted straight into the gutter. It did not help her thoughts in the least when she suddenly felt claws dragging along her inner thigh. The sensation making her groan softly, she opened her eyes to the feline hovering above her purring. A second later that gaze was met with a kiss against her lips as the claws raked their way higher up her thigh.

Her groan quickly turned into a moan from the sensation, muffled with her lips pressed against the other girl’s. Those claws worked higher and higher while avoiding flesh, testing seemingly at her boundaries while quickly learning there was nothing beneath that dress. The sounds of her moaning and Aisha’s purring quickly filled the room before coming to a halt as the claws along with lips pulled away. Those claws, those sharp feline claws, however drug away with far more force than before leaving marks on her skin. The action however simple and quick earned a sharp moan from the skunk, making her shake in place while the feline only pulled away. “Food’s done.” Aisha said simply while walking away with her tail flicking idly behind her.

With a disappointed groan she drug herself from the couch on legs that were already shaking, and headed into the dining room to join the cat. Although she had no clue what had been prepared beforehand the sight of what looked like a steak with an assortment of vegetables made her mouth water. She knew most of what had been prepared was for her alone with Aisha primarily eating meat, and with their plate being sparse of anything but a steak of their own. Along with her long since getting used to Aisha being a predator, she had also grown used to the feline eating like one, so she paid no mind to it as she sat down.

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Dinner was over at this point and she was almost literally drug from the dining room to bedroom only to be shoved down onto the bed. Her legs dangled off the side while she struggled to sit up before falling backwards once she felt a tongue against her folds. The noise that came from her muzzle was nothing short of bliss as her back arched and thighs parted widely for the feline. After having been teased each and every time by Aisha only to be left at the edge, and even at the start of the night, she utterly melted at the feeling. The teasing had gone on for the entirety of their dating and as that warm tongue met her damp folds she nearly peaked from that alone.

Reluctantly, Aisha pulled away after only a few moments of the pleasure, earning a groan from the skunk as she looked down confused. That confused look quickly disappeared, noticing the very bright and very hard erection protruding from the herm’s body. “Fuck…” Chatin said in bewilderment at the sight while Aisha quickly leveled herself with the well lubricated entrance. No words were shared as the feline pressed forward penetrating the skunk and spearing her folds apart slowly. The feline’s anatomy was different and resembled an equine more than anything, and as such that broad head took a moment to stretch her opening before popping inside. The moment it popped in, however, a sharp gasp could be heard from the skunk followed by a drawn out moan as it only slid its way deeper into her.

Aisha moved slowly at first, taking her time to hilt inside Chatin before even beginning to thrust. Each movement was methodically slow while gradually building speed until their bodies slapped against each other. Both moaned in unison for a time while Aisha grew in speed until Chatin grew quieter and sluggish. The skunk would peak suddenly without warning, squeezing at the thick shaft buried in her before falling slack entirely against the bed. Aisha paid no mind to this even as the skunk began to pass out and only continued to thrust into that passage until meeting her peak, filling the motionless body with her seed.

The feline pulled out slowly with a groan and left her on the bed to begin gathering things needed for dinner. After a few minutes, she returned to grab the skunk and tossed the female over her shoulder before heading for the kitchen. She had much to do before the initial drugs wore off and her girlfriend awoke hours later. Although part of her wondered how much she could accomplish while her partner was incapacitated, as it took time to prepare a full size anthro.

Chatin would awaken some time later with an audible groan as her limbs throbbed along with her head, and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t move. Everything was blurry as she opened her eyes and she felt like she had been drinking as she looked about. It was confusing what she was seeing, being that her arms were outstretched away from her towards the ceiling and something was tied tight around her upper arms. Her lower arms throbbed heavily as well as her lower legs, but she couldn’t see them past her torso that was being held up by her arms. She had been secured to a rack with her limbs tied off above each joint and pulled outward away from her body, leaving her quite immobile and defenseless.

Another thing she couldn’t see or feel was the IV protruding from her neck, feeding her a slow drip of heavy pain killers that was causing the drunken sensation. It wasn’t until she tried to open her muzzle to speak, and fail to do so, that she knew something was wrong. Granted her partner had been sitting by, watching and waiting for her to wake up the entire time, sitting just out of view of the skunk while playing with an oddly curved knife. “Morning, sweetheart.” She said in a tone the skunk didn’t recognize, but made her turn towards the sound regardless.

“Sorry, but I tied your muzzle shut. At this point your moans will be enough, and I don’t want to hear any pleading.” She said in a tone that sounded almost disgusted to Chatin which only made her wonder what was wrong. “Remember when you asked how I made your dinner? Well, I meant it when I said I’d show you.” Aisha continued while still out of view before Chatin felt a sharp sting at the base of her neck dragging downward. The sting almost felt like a claw raking down her spine and admittedly drew a lustful moan from her in her delirious state.

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Chatin moaned lewdly from the sensation as Aisha began to thrust immediately while the feline’s claws dug into her back. The pain from the claws only aroused her further making her tighten around that shaft until she felt something wrong. That wrong feeling was Aisha slowly separating Chatin’s pelt from the cuts she had made just prior. Aisha used her claws to get in under that layer of flesh and fur, getting purchase on it before tugging slowly away from the spine. Although flooded with drugs, the pain of what was happening was still intense and made her writhe against her bindings while immediately screaming in response. Though the screaming was muffled from her muzzle being tied shut, her pelt was slowly torn from her body while the feline rutted into her.

The pain was unlike anything she had felt before and no matter how she moved it wouldn’t stop. She tried to plead for Aisha to stop, but it was just as muffled as her screams as Aisha suddenly slammed into the skunk. Chatin felt warmth flood her passage as cold began to wash across her back and shoulders. That cold brought unimaginable stinging that only continued to spread with the cold, moving towards her chest now. It was at this time that the feline pulled free of the skunk, letting their joining drip to the drain below as she focused on the work at hand now.

She could now see what was happening as she looked down, as much as she didn’t believe it and as much as her brain was screaming. Aisha was tearing her fur literally from her body in one piece, and it was excruciatingly painful as well as slow. It wasn’t until she actually saw it happening that she heard the sickening sound caused by it as well, but that sound only lasted a few more seconds as the remainder of her pelt tore free from her body. She screamed until she had no air left in her lungs as her entire torso had been rendered furless, skinless and leaving only patches on her body. Her neck, upper arms, lower arms, tail and pelvic area were the only things still covered in fur at this point.

Tears rolled down her face from both the emotions flooding her brain and the pain that was beyond anything she had experienced before. She was confused as to how she was still awake during all this, and further why Aisha was doing this. The feline offered no explanation though as she methodically moved on to the next task, grabbing a fine-toothed saw after setting the pelt down. “Honestly, I don’t skin everyone I bring home for dinner, but your pelt was far too beautiful to simply shave off and waste. You are however one of the few I’ve drugged enough to keep you alive during this part… well, until your body goes into shock at some point.” Aisha said as she lined up the saw with one of the skunk’s joints.

“Funny thing about bones. They’re actually pretty hard to cut through neatly, as they’re quite hard… not to mention arteries… but if you tie off just above the joint... and separate there… then it’s easy.” The feline continued to monologue as the blade dug into the skunk’s flesh, tearing through it with ease despite the sickening noise. The pain was somehow worse than the last experience, making her writhe violently against her bindings while screaming once again. The screaming didn’t last much longer though as her voice gave out from the severity, falling to only muted noises as her body was dismembered. Aisha worked quickly to sever each limb at the joint, having already tied off above the joint to prevent her partner from bleeding out.

After a few more excruciating moments the skunk was rid of her lower arms and legs, leaving her with just her torso and the upper portions of her limbs. The next thing she felt was another sharp bite, along with a snapping sound, as her tail was literally torn from her body, leaving only another aching wound as she began to shake violently. “Oh dear… can’t have that…” The feline said while increasing the drip rate on the IV until the shaking slowly subsided. “I didn’t think removing your tail would be the tipping point… but I’ll remember it if I ever bring a skunk home again.” She said casually as she tossed the lifeless tail onto the skunk’s pelt.

“I was truly hoping to keep you alive for the finale… but it looks like you won’t last much longer. Such a frail thing.” Aisha said mostly speaking to herself at this point as she began to lower the skunk from the rack, and carry her to a nearby metal table. “Granted you’re likely too drugged to appreciate this next part… but…” She only continued to say before dragging another knife down the torso of the skunk, severing the flesh but only earning a muffled groan from her partner. Slowly Aisha began to cut open and separate the flesh, revealing the abdominal cavity beneath it.

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As always comments and criticism are appreciated. Lewdness is also welcome ;p

You can find me by my name easy enough elsewhere >.>

The main hallway is a buffet of babes to snuff. You creep along the wall, crouching behind every plant, vending machine, and bench. You ambush and kill eight girls along the way. You bare the breasts of anyone who isn’t already topless before moving on. You try to gun down two Asian girls who seem to be twins, but your guns are empty and they sprint away, screaming, as you reload. “Damn it!” They are nowhere in sight as you scan the hall.
You dive under a bench as footsteps echo from the stairwell three meters away. You lift the gun as a woman with copper side buns emerges, dressed in a black tank-top and black tactical pants. You want to watch her melons jiggle as you empty a magazine into them. She’s wearing a headcam and armed with two Glocks and an AK-12, with daggers sheathed on her hips. You aren’t allowed to kill another hunter.
You duck as a door opens. A black-haired girl and a brunette run out. You raise your gun, but the redhead opens fire before you can aim. The girls dance as the AK-12 obliterates their chests.
“Goddamnit!”
She laughs. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t get it up?”
You grumble as she steps over the twitching bodies of her prey.
“You wanna fuck me on their corpses?”
You would like to, but you can have sex any old day; probably not on the bodies of dead girls. You don’t want to spend time doing something else when you could be gunning down teenagers.
“It’s a tempting offer, but I’ll have to call a rain check. Maybe we can meet up after I win the Dead Cunt?”
“Ha! Do you mean when I win?”
You scowl. “We’ll see. You have to suck my cock if you lose.”
She smiles. “Only if you eat my pussy when you lose.”
“Deal!”

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The two Asian twins you lost earlier are coming up the stairs as you come out of the bathroom. Their eyes bulge as you aim your gun. Click! You forgot to reload. They run, screaming, as you grab your M9s. You chase them down the stairs. You fire at one turning the corner, grazing her black hair as she disappears. You run down the stairs after them. They’re joining a blonde and a Latina with pink hair at the bottom. Another shot misses.
You hit the bottom. The twins are running with six other girls. They scream as bullets fly past them and you give chase. They run onto a short hall ending at a double door. They run in as you reload your guns.
You go through the doors into a library. A black girl is sitting on one of the tables near the front desk, naked and fapping in front of a camera mounted to a beam. Two girls, a busty brunette and a flat-chested blonde, watch the girls you’re chasing running to a double door on the other side. Before they can reach the door it barges open and four more screaming girls enter. A black man clutching an AK-47 comes up behind them. The girls clump around the tables, crying and screaming as you close in on them.
“How shall we divide this?” He asks.
You count heads. “There’s fifteen girls. Why don’t we even the numbers together?” You point at the fapping black girl.
She strokes faster and sobs as you two aim. You pull the trigger first. She screams as thirty rounds shred her hand and womanhood. She clutches her bleeding crotch and dances around, wailing. He fired thirty rounds into her perky breasts, ending her screams. She writhes on the floor as you turn to the remaining girls.
“Now there’s fourteen: seven each.”
You point at the twins. “I get them.”
“Alright.” He points at a shelf on the far end of the opening. “My girls line up over there.”
“And mine line up behind these two.”

You and your fellow hunter pick out your girls. The girls, most of them sobbing, fall in their respective lines.
“Alright,” the black guy approached his girls, “I want you to strip.”
One of the twins, chestnut hair with streaks of pink, steps forward. “Please show mercy.”
The other group strips as the hunter paces in front of them. When the last girl pulls her pants off and stands with her hairy pussy, covering her giant tits, he stops. “I want you all to masturbate for me. You better hurry if you want an orgasm before you die, because I’m only giving you five minutes. Then you all are going to fucking die.”
“I’ll suck your dick.” The twin gropes your crotch. “Just show some mercy.”
You sit on the table. “I won’t spare your life, but you can suck my dick.” You whip out your cock, slapping her in the face with the head. “How much mercy I show depends on if you can win.”
“Win?”
“Am I right to assume that you’re actual sisters? Or do you two just happen to look alike?”
“We-we’re sisters.”
You grin. “I want your sister to lick your pussy while she sucks me off. If she has an orgasm before I do I will shoot her in the pussy. If she can make me come first I’ll shoot her in the head.”
The sisters look at each other and nod. The other one grabs her sister’s blue jeans shorts and pulls them off. Her Charmander panties follow. She spits on your dick and takes in her mouth as her sister kneels between her legs. Her sister’s tongue laps her pussy while her head bobs up and down your shaft, slurping each time she comes up. She squirms and clenches her legs around her sister. She comes, her squeals muffled by your cock. Cunt juices spill down her sister’s chin and throat. You pull out and stroke your cock. She closes her eyes as you ejaculate onto her face.
She tugs as you pull her onto the desk. “Please don’t shoot me in the pussy. Just shoot me in the head, I don’t want my pussy destroyed. Show me some mercy.”
“I’m sorry, but we had a deal.”

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You enter the lobby.
“Welcome!” You shake the hand of Roy Long, the host of High School Murder Spree. Two girls, the only survivors of the night’s massacre, gossip on a bench with each other and their parents.
The redhead waves as you join your fellow hunters.
“Did you satisfy your bloodlust?”
“Yep. I think so.”
“Alright, if I can get your attention,” Roy booms, “the winners of tonight’s High School Killing Spree are,” he looks at his phone, “Ashley Miller, and Kelsey Rodriguez!” He hands each of them a check.
“Thank you!” They grin.
He turns to your group. “The winner of the Dead Cunt is Joseph Lucero with thirty kills.”
“Well,” you whisper in the redhead’s ear, “I guess we both lose.”
“Does that mean you eat me and I blow you?”
You grin. “That sounds fair.”
“My hotel after this.”
A bald man comes out of an office carrying the Dead Cunt; a bronze statue of a vagina with a knife in it. He hands it to the black man.

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Also, I'm Zion Marshall. I used the wrong name by accident; it's one I use for something else on another site.

Mind if I ask who drew that lovely decapitation picture?

Underrock did it for me based on some of my flist characters.

In "Six Gun Stud", you mentioned that it'd be the sisters "first death". Does that mean death isn't permanent?

Still tossing around the specific rules on it but yes I had thought this setting would be able revive the dead

Thank you! We need more authors.

Nice!

Nice, fun, little story. I hope you post more like this.

Unable to move, I glanced over at H. It soon became clear why Lily was letting herself get pushed back. She wasn’t risking death when her disgustingly pastel friends weren’t there to help her. As I watched, a new one arrived, creating a sphere of water in the path of H’s whip, freezing it when it made contact. The whip dropped to the ground useless, H unable to do anything other than try desperately to lift it. “Nice job, Lotus, Lily said, jumping forward suddenly and bringing her sword to bear, carving through H’s chest, sending spurts of blood onto her bright green costume before bringing it around and beheading her. Her corpse fell to the ground, spurting blood and twitching

“NOOO!!!” Itami yelled, struggling desperately against his own bonds, thorns digging into his body, sending trickles of blood down his arms as he thrashed about. Damn. I realized that over our years of working together, I’d never heard my partner scream. Up until now, I didn’t even think he was capable of it. His scream was cut off though as a gout of flame erupted from one of the tube slides, blasting him in the head, slowly burning his hair and melting his flesh, boiling away and popping his eyeballs until he slumped over, only being held up by the brambles he was entangled in. “Good shot, Haba, Lily said, looking over at the slides, as I slowly pieced together what happened. She must have shot Pretty Deadly while we were blinded by Lily’s transformation

Speaking of Aika, she was struggling to stand up, clumsily drawing her gun and trying to aim it at Lotus. “No! Run!” I said, wanting at least her to get away. The other magical girls turned to her, alerted to the fact that she wasn’t quite as dead as they thought. She ignored me and I screamed as she pulled the trigger and shot at Lotus. Lotus barely had time to react, creating a sphere of water a foot wide, enough to slow down the bullet, but not enough to prevent it from lodging itself in her stomach. She too dropped down, a look of shock on her face as she clutched her wound and writhed on the ground. At almost the same moment, Cherry, the pink girl, summoned a massive, barbed vine from the ground, impaling Aika, the love of my life through the chest. She struggled weakly, grasping against the bamboo shoot to try to hold herself up, then fell to the ground as Cherry retracted it, the barbs tearing flesh from her as it shot back into the ground.

I tore myself free of the brambles, gathering up all my strength and taking advantage of Cherry’s distraction, barreling towards her, filled with rage. I drew my knife and was about to lodge it in her pretty little throat when I suddenly saw a flash of light and found myself on the ground. I looked down, seeing my own entrails spread across the ground, bleeding out. as Lily appeared next to me

“W-what happened?” I ask, laying on the ground, surrounded by the corpses of my teammates. “You... You don’t fight like the magical girls I know. What happened?” “Strange. All the magical girls I know fight like this.” Lily said calmly. “No! You… You’re supposed to stand still while you call your attacks, take forever to transform, and use magic wands and stuff.” I said, thinking back to when I first started this job, at how easy it had been in comparison. How many we had killed with so little trouble. How many magical girls had died before our guns? This must have been how they felt.

Lily stood above me, smiling as she looked down at me. I weakly looked up at her as she leveled her hand and charged up a magic blast. “That was then, this is now.” she said, before unleashing her blast, a bright flash of light, followed by nothing.

Lily smiled, satisfied with her job. Already, Cherry was tending to the wounded. Sunflower had been avenged. The corrupt asylum manager had been dead, assassinated in order to replace his representative with Lily herself. All that was left to do was investigate the tunnels beneath the asylum.

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"Male victims, Fe"? Looks like your title got truncated.

Yeah that was supposed to be female victims. I first published it in guroerotica and copy-paste it here. Guess that got messed up

Nice universe and story, sorry to hear about your being traumatised though that's probably how we all got here :P

I've been busy with classes, but I'm starting official work on the program now.

Obviously, this is a big project, so I'm going to start by making a mockup of the combat system, as sexualized violence is the primary appeal & everything else is just set dressing.

I've got some good ideas, but they're meaningless unless I get them functioning, so I'll get to work & provide regular updates.

I started work today, but I keep running into this very annoying bug. It's not even anything directly related with the actual logic of the program, it's just variables refusing to do their job! It's highly frustrating. I'm quitting for today, & I'll have a crack at it in a little while. If anyone knows Python 3, I could use some help figuring out where I'm going wrong.

Hi. Please give me your email contact so we can talk about it. This is an interesting project.

You can contact me at [email protected]

Hey all!

It's been ages since I've made an update here because I kinda hit a brick wall, & not in the sexy way. I learned some new techniques though, & I got back to it!

After hours of hard work, I have a working-ish prototype of a gladiatorial combat game (which could, once finished, be turned into the type of thing I initially proposed).

It's still lacking in many basic features, so it's not in a state to be posted publicly yet, but you can email me if you're interested in playtesting the version I've got.

Very arousing story. I would just mention that you have a tendency to switch between tenses in your stories. Just be aware of that.

Thanks for the constructive criticism,. I always want to improve as a writer.

I really loved the story and the sex scene. I always thought debreasting to be a little too overkill but the part about the nipples and the clit is absolutely amazing. I hope you will write more

Thank you so much friend!

Awesome. I love breast and pussy mutilation. Keep it up!

The second day her parents weren't home and mine were still on vacation so she begged me to take her to a snuff zoo.

"On one condition, you allow me to reset the rules". Whenever it came to snuff it was like a switch had been turned on in Sheila she would no longer be the cute shy girl I grew up with. Instead she was demanding and needy.

"What other rules do you want to add." I'd smiled as she scowled at the prospect of me altering her deal.

"First instead of doing my fetish three time a day you will do it whenever I want you to. In exchange we will play a little game". Sheila kept quiet but I could see she didn't like where this was going.

"Instead of me just randomly deciding to snuff you or waiting for us about to go our separate ways we will make a bet if you win you can tell me to do whatever you want much like I can do to you. But if I win I can skip teasing your little death fetish. And to make it more interesting every win I get is a extra life for you meaning that you can ask me to act like I'm going to snuff you but as long as you have a extra life I can choose not to".

She was openly masterbating as I was specking. "so I have to win and use up all my extra lifes before I can order you to officially snuff me".

I nodded my head. She shook my hand and giggled to herself probably thinking it would be easy to get a spectacular death.

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Me and Sheila's second date was going to a video game convention for her favorite game Orc queen.

Our relationship was still new But I had watched her play the game before. I choose to go as a causual fan dressed in Jean's and a t-shirt. Sheila on the other hand painted her self green like the Orc queen and was wearing her jeans with a shirt that had the orc queens dead head on it.

Before Sheila was my snuff slut we played the game together a couple time. Mostly because the scat element which she ignored I loved to play with.

I was also excited for the event since scat would be a primary feature.

When we arrived me and Sheila went in the ticket booth was fairly full but we got our tickets with no problem mostly cause people got out of our way after smelling the terrible stench that was my girlfriend.

As we walked in and looked to my left and there was this beautiful girl dressed in orc armor with wings. She was gorgeous and skinny and when I compared her to plain fat smelly Sheila I could tell that she was better in almost every way.

Currently my mystery girl was cosplaying as the orc queens general. She had a crowd of women and nerds surrounding her.

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Me and my girlfriend Sheila were sitting in our home getting ready to leave for our next destination. My parents were still on vacation and watching Sally die gave me a immense amount of pleasure. Sheila was still walking around calling herself Sally and occasionally would blow her nose and let me see the shit that came out.

The new place we were going was going to be amazing. I had concert tickets to death scat. Which made modifications to your body that would let you live longer. So even if you did survive you would forever have a reminder of that experience.

When we got in car I chatted with Sheila/Sally about what we were going to do and the fun we would have.

She wasn't really a fan of the band but I loved it so I had to drag her with me.

When we got there the entrance lady gave me a collar to put on Sheila. And she explained how ig worked but I was still confused.

"Hey new girl come over here" The entrance girl called out to a girl already wearing a collar. This perky Asian girl came running over.


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Me and my girlfriend/snuff slut woke up only this time she stayed sleeping I shook her a little bit to find a note. And it read "act like I am dead I BET you can't wake me up".

Okay Bitch challenge on. I first practiced tickling her that didn't work. So I started closing all her airways to get her to start gasping for air but I decided that she was too good at holding her breath.

I thought what could I do to make my girlfriend break character. And I decided to get gross. I lifted her head up and started picking her nose for her. She didn't even grimace. So I tried the next thing gave her a enema and waited for to crap.

I also turned her face down so I could put my dick in between her ass cheeks through her pajama bottoms. She crapped and I rubbed my dick against her crapping as content to cum on her bottoms.

She still didn't wake up. She was really taking this dead thing seriously so I did the next best thing. And decided that I would play around.

I got my razors and shaved her head bald and masturbated on it smearing my creamy sperm on her freshly saved head. She still didn't wake up. Now even with my cum sliding down her head.

The next thing I tried was messing with here eyes. I grabbed a spoon from the kitchen and scooped a eye out. She kept eye unblinking as the process too place not giving any hint she was role playing.

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This is best of your stories in my humble opinion.

This is becoming one of my favorite stories ever. The whole scene with her sister was amazing and the stranger fucking her too. A little bit of a stretch that it’s only been 17 minutes. I can’t even jerk off in 17 minutes.

Please keep writing. I can’t wait.

>>21613

Thank you.

Yeah, the time line's a little tight

I figured customer's one, two and four, just pounded away just trying to get off.

Sara chased number three of early.


I'm not going to have access to a computer again until friday so part is going to take a bit.

Really loving this story so far! Can't wait to see this cutie girl beheaded! And I hope you put a lotta detail into her snuffing, I love to read how her corpse is gonna react to having her pretty head come off, especially since were going so long without a proper snuffing~

I can imagine Sara steering a few more folks Annette knows over there; she promised to delete the picture, but that doesn't mean she can't tell someone else to head over for a show.

What are the prices to hurt the model, without killing them? A little cervical penetration, tease with a spit, perhaps a couple new piercings…

oh sweet! that comment on the other thread was me, I just realized it showed up as anonymous. So glad to see this getting followed up, and it's really good so far!