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.

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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.

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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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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.