>>16779
Those later stories feel pretty sexy.
It is just strange to see Luna killing herself so many times, what makes me think what exactly is going on there :) not that I dislike it or something.

If you don't mind suggestions, how about writing a story about some psychotropic drugs?
I leave it for you to decide what it can be about but it could be something like a girl going insane and mutilating herself or just some loss of sense of pain.

>>16768
I'd like that rp thread to be revived, sure but I'm more interested in seeing what someone of your talent can come up with.
I guess I'd like the girls to succeed in achieving orgasm before they are killed.
I think the main girl, Michelle, being killed by the same person who killed Linda (the girl from the first cb) would be fitting.
The deaths themselves I'll leave up to you, but some variety of some being less gruesome and some being more sounds good.

Speaking of reviving rp threads, one I started could use a reply if you can ever spare time.

Look forward to it :)

hxxps://www.gurochan.cx/rp/res/5096.html#q5096

Harley's Last Ride [Batman; m/f; shooting; con]

“Hey there, handsome.” Harley Quinn had never, ever, once in her life, been a person for subtlety, much less so when it was a Saturday evening at a club and she was a bit tipsy …okay, kiiinda drunk, so when she spotted a promising target sitting down at the bar close to her, she went straight on the offence. “Care to buy a charming lady a drink?”

The man looked up as Harley turned to him and pulled her chair over, quickly glancing over her fishnet stockings, hotpants, slightly torn, skin-tight t-shirt that hinted at her lack of a bra, and her blue and pink pigtails, seeming to deliberate for a moment before nodding.

“Hey, another of this …red one.” For lack of the cocktail's name Harley just waved around her almost empty glass and the barkeeper just nodded as Harley turned back to her new acquaintance. “I'm Harley. Never seen you before, you're not from around here, are you? I'd remember a good-looking face like that.”

The man was in fact quite attractive, his cleanly-shaven face neither super rugged nor overly feminine, but a very handsome middle ground. He had blond hair and was relatively tall, seemed quite fit without being overly muscular, and was wearing unassuming but very new- and probably expensive-looking cargo trousers and a shirt.

“Yes, I'm in Gotham on a business trip. I was recommended this club by one of my colleagues.”

“Good call. The drinks are great here, especially the …red one. It gets pretty crowded here later at night, though.” Stretching her arms and back to make her shirt appear even tighter over her, not that big but – if she said so herself – nicely firm and perky, breasts, Harley made her move with all the subtlety of a large mallet swung at head height. “So what do you say we finish our drinks and then go somewhere more private and have some fun?”

“I'd say that sounds like a great idea.”

***

“Alright, big guy, hope you're ready for a night to remember.” Harley pushed the man against the wall of the cheap motel room they'd taken, purely because it was close by, pressing her lips onto his in a deep, haphazard kiss, her other hand rubbing over his crotch through his pants to find him quickly getting hard. “I fully expect you to fuck my brains out, by the way, you better not disappoint.” Pulling back from their kiss and kneeling in front of him, Harley pulled down the man's pants and underpants, stroking his dick for a few seconds to get him completely hard. “But of course I'll return the favour too.”

Continuing to stroke and jerk him for a little longer, Harley then started fondling the man's balls instead as she ran her tongue all the way up his shaft before closing her lips around the tip, then slowly him deeper into her mouth …and deeper …and deeper, until she practically had his entire dick in her mouth, eliciting a gasp from the man, and a gag from Harley as it brushed against the back of her throat. Rather easily deepthroating him thanks to a bunch of practice with both other men and her toys, Harley kept sucking the man off with messy wet noises and gagging sounds, all but choking on his dick as she rubbed herself through her shorts with one hand, the other steadying her against his leg.

The man's breaths soon speeding up, Harley couldn't really get any air like this, quickly growing lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, realising doing it this way probably would have been an option as well, but now she'd decided on something different, so if he didn't cum soon, she'd have to pause for breath eventually.

But as it turned out she didn't need to after all, because just a couple of seconds later the man came, groaning and gasping as he painfully grabbed Harley's pigtails to force her head even deeper onto his dick, completely closing off her throat as he shot his load, and Harley began to see dark spots, her vision starting to swim, until the man finally finished and she pulled back, coughing and gasping for air, most of his cum dripping over her lips and chin or onto her shirt.

Harley quickly collected herself again, licking and wiping all of the cum on her face into her mouth, then licking off her fingers, opening her mouth wide to briefly show of the white pooled in there, before swallowing it with a satisfied grin, still panting. “You sure know… how to… treat a lady…” Standing up, Harley quickly stepped out of her hotpants to reveal a lack of panties and her soaking wet pussy, lying onto the side of the bed with her legs spread wide. “…My turn now.”

The man complied, completely stepping out of his pants to kneel down in front of Harley, running his tongue around the outside of her pussy for a moment to lap up some of her juices, then directly sucking her clit, eliciting a loud moan from Harley who was already quite close to cumming, just from giving him that blowjob like this. Shifting to lick her clit more slowly, the man instead pushed a finger into her pussy, but after a few moments Harley pouted. “C'mon, is that all? I can take a few more – and harder.”

With a nod, the man pulled back to adjust his position, before pushing three fingers deep into Harley's pussy as far as he could, starting to swiftly thrust back and forth to proper fuck her, and she quickly began moving her hips counterpoint to him, shamelessly gasping and moaning. “Yeah! That's how you do it… Fuck me hard!” In response he sped up a little more, ramming his fingers into Harley even deeper, and just a little later she came, her moans hitting a crescendo and her voice cracking a little as she loudly voiced her pleasure, squirting all over the man's hand as her body clenched and bucked in ecstasy.

Riding out her orgasm for several long seconds, Harley finally wound down, panting and her pale face slightly flush as the man pulled out of her, but she still had enough strength to reach for his hand and very diligently and sensually lick it clean of her kinda sweet juices, then wiping it off on her t-shirt, in the process rubbing his hand over her breasts and completely hard nipples that were quite clearly visible through the thin fabric. “That was a nice warm-up. Hope you're ready for the real deal now.”

“Of course. Give me just a moment.” While the man sat down onto the bed next to her, taking off the rest of his clothes and somewhat neatly folding them, placing them on a chair, Harley got up to pull the blinds on the window right next to the bed closed, placing her red and blue handbag on the windowsill, kinda out of sight for just now. Observing the man just calmly sitting there to recharge – even though Harley could have gone again like right away – she noted how he was indeed quite fit-looking, plus handsome, charming, and quite …handy with his fingers and tongue; definitely good genes all around there, she actually wouldn't mind having a child from him either.

…That was a second option, then. In a moment of clarity the other day she'd calculated her odds, and it'd only been like a 1.5% chance for her to get to this point, but on the sixth it would have been guaranteed, so originally she'd had just one outcome in mind for tonight. Yet if anything, the idea of still having that uncertainty, even when her odds were supposed to be 0%, made the whole thing even more exciting. One way or the other, this night was going to be the best of her life.

“I'm good to go.” The man turned to Harley, and in response she pulled him into another passionate kiss, throwing her arms around him and pressing her breasts against his chest, then after a few moments leveraging her position as she turned her upper body to gently throw him onto the bed on his back, holding down his hips with one hand as she briefly stroked his dick with the other to get him completely hard again, then got up, spreading her pussy as she hastily lowered herself onto him, moaning as his dick filled her pussy.

One hand gripping her hip and the other caressing her breasts, the man began thrusting into Harley as much as his position let him as she started riding him, her breasts soon bouncing a little as she picked up speed, gasping and panting in pleasure. But before they could get too far into it, Harley slowed down again, reaching for her handbag – pulling out a large, ornate revolver and the man flinched back raising his hands. “Shit! What the hell-”

“Relax.” Harley giggled as she quickly checked the cylinder; yep, all six bullets this time. “It's not for you, it's for me.” She turned the revolver around, handing it to the man grip first, and he reflexively accepted it, even if he still looked confused, prompting Harley to elaborate. “Russian Roulette. Well, kinda. I've been playing for a while, and started putting one more bullet in it each time. So far I lived, but now there's all bullets, so the conditions have changed. It's up to you: Paint my brains all over the wallpaper the moment I cum, or knock me up like some cheap whore. Either's fine by me.”

After a moment of processing what she'd just told him, the man simply nodded, gripping the revolver properly. “Very well.”

“That's a good boy.” With an excited grin, Harley reached for his hand to pull it up until the revolver was at her face height, then closed her lips around the bulky barrel, taking it deep into her mouth until the cold metal almost made her gag as she resumed riding him. Closing her eyes to only feel the man's dick inside her and the barrel of the gun pressing against the roof of her mouth, the adrenaline quickly flooding Harley's body served to amplify all her sensations, both the danger, her heart racing at the prospect of her possibly impending death, and the pleasure, yet better than the times she'd tried this before.

After being introduced to Russian Roulette some time ago, Harley had immediately found playing with her life like this incredibly exhilarating …and arousing. After almost creaming her pants – without so much as touching herself – the first time she'd pulled the trigger and lived, she'd soon started to risk it again and again, both by herself and with partners, and every time, in expectation of that one literally mind-blowing bullet, she'd have the most mind-blowing orgasms. But eventually even that thrill had diminished, so she'd taken to adding more and more bullets, stacking the deck against her ever further to keep getting ever better orgasms as she survived again and again, until reaching this point.

The realisation that, regardless of the outcome, this would the final game she played, filled Harley's stomach with butterflies and she shivered in excitement, her pounding heart audible in her own ears, and a familiar heat and tension seeming to coil in her pussy that would only release itself in one way, a way that would decide her fate.

Speeding up her movements a little more to finally push herself towards the ultimate conclusion, Harley only took a few more seconds before she finally came, a muffled moan escaping her lips around the barrel of the gun as she felt the gun press into her mouth harder, opening her eyes expectantly only to see the man's finger curl around the trigger, her last thought the realisation that she'd totally forgotten to ever ask her killer's name-

The high-calibre gunshot easily blasted open the back of Harley's head, splattering a huge spray of blood, brains and white chunks of bone all over the wall and ceiling, killing her in an instant. Yet her body continued its orgasm, her pussy clenching around her killer's dick to make him follow suit just a moment later, shooting his load into her convulsing pussy. Her body's shudders soon turning into the spasms of her death throes, he quickly pulled out of Harley, laying her body on the bed as just a handful of moments later she soiled herself, her urine, along with a bit of his cum, staining the sheets.

Taking one last look at Harley, her face mostly undamaged save for a trickle of blood from her mouth, but her eyes completely vacant, her completely hard nipples visible through her shirt, and her wet – in more ways than one – pussy, the man thoroughly cleaned the gun to wipe off as much of his fingerprints as he could before placing it in Harley's own hand, loosely closing her finger around the trigger, then got dressed, silently and inconspicuously leaving the room. Harley's body was only found by the sleazy motel's staff several days later.

>>16824
As per request (>>16789) I was gonna write a reply, but after thinking on the idea for a bit, I got inspired enough to just write the whole thing in like two days, so here you go.

I'm not a particularly huge DC/Batman person, so I didn't have any particular incarnation of Harley in mind, and might not have hit too many of her mannerisms/speech so much as a general idea of someone kinda unhinged. Also the moment of Harley's last thought really would have been the perfect moment to end the story, but I couldn't resist showing the (still sexy) aftermath, so consider the last two paragraphs a small unmarked epilogue, I guess.

(I'm still totally copy-pasting one of these.) Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed, feedback/criticism always appreciated.

>>16789
Sawing isn't really my thing, so I'll pass on the third one. The second one seems workable enough (though I have no idea why Lara Croft of all people other than her being sexy^^), I may do that if I get some good idea/inspiration.
As for the Snuff Show one, my sort-of issue as that they feel kinda formulaic to write, so I have to draw a lot from the characters/their interactions. So if I do another, I'd probably wanna feature some characters of my own choice so I got enough to work with; so as to avoid the story getting overly long, which two of the ones you suggested (or really, just whatever characters) would you most wanna see, and how should they die? (Within practical limits. Though the show doesn't necessarily have to be constrained to a regular stage if you have a more interesting backdrop in mind, they could be in a bunch of locations (though preferably somewhere generic/not from any particular franchise))

>>16790
One faithful reader, pretty much since I started the first thread, keeps requesting Luna as a victim. Though technically it's not always Lunamaria Hawke from Gundam, but sometimes also an OC insert that just so happens to share her name and likeness (like in the Last Stand story, for example).

Something with drugs does sound pretty interesting, if probably a bit tricky to write (or write well, at least), and I'm not entirely sure just what could happen in a story like that. So if you have any potential ideas/suggestions for some of the specifics, I'm all ears.

>>16802
Got it, I'll see what I can do. No promises on the other thread, though, since it looks like I might be getting a whole bunch of stuff to do, along with some older ideas I still wanna finish.

>>16827

I’m just tossing ideas out there, trying to help the creative process along. Not really expecting you to actually write anything based off of these prompts, nor am I hoping you’d do so with a set deadline if it means you have to sacrifice quality. You’re the one driving this train, not me.

I’d really like to see Rikku and Ty Lee perform, though…maybe have one of them drowning eagerly in a specially designed tank and have the other one bisected/gutted? Dunno what order that’d have to happen in.

Also thanks for writing that Harley Quinn story. Really enjoyed it.

>>16827
Interesting. Now that you told that it is Lunamaria Her behavior in the "Day at the Museum" looks kinda out of character. (but I don't really know it just judging from her pictures she looks pretty serious there)
When I read your stories, I imagined her more like a Yukino from "treasure hunter Claire" and "president Yukino" game" since you mentioned her big bouncy boobs :)

Considering something with drugs, I am afraid you will not be willing to write someones else story :)

But here is one idea where Luna could also be the main character. (this is also very slightly related to a real-life event.)

Luna gets injured on the battle and is brought to the field hospital to have surgery.
the injury ripped her belly apart and now she has intestines dangling out of the wound.
Nurse makes a mistake and uses laughing gas instead of proper anesthesia so after some time Luna starts laughing about her condition and tries to stand up and walk since she no longer feels any pain and feels fine.
doctor and nurse try to stop her and during the fight, they drop the laughing gas cylinder on the ground, valve breaks and fills all room with the gas.
Now you are free to use your imagination :) they are all crazy now.
Within some time doctor and nurse stop trying to put her back on the table and start laughing at her. Luna kinda gets offended grabs a scalpel and slices doctors belly as well, but everyone continues to laugh. So she pulls out her intestines slices pieces with a scalpel and throws at the doctor and nurse. turning it into something like a pillow fight.
The nurse also wants to join the fun and performs "harakiri". Girls continue to mutilate each other and themselves for some time. Fighting changes from attempts to hit each other to show off a where they enjoy the attention and cut themselves trying to perform some "stunts" like self amputating the breast or nipple or breaking a finger.
In the end, they either die or just collapse and end in the hospital where they have plenty of time to talk about what happened.


Another idea is if some girl takes meth and gets extremely paranoic, she feels as if worms are crawling under her skin and uses a knife to take them out. Maybe that could happen in her genital area, so there will be a good reason for some fisting and pussy mutilation, inventing interesting ways to get rid of those imaginary worms :)

If you like asphyxia, it can be a story where a girl under LSD thinks that because her nose is bleeding she has to tie her neck.
or because she thinks that she is a fish she drowns herself trying to breathe water. She can imagine herself to be anything and face consequences :)
Possibly a girl could get into argument with her boobs and cut them off as punishment.

Just any kind of absurd and crazy things are possible. (In fact, this really happens if people get under LSD. The biggest danger of that drug is not that you get addicted but that you may accidentally kill or injure yourself bt jumping out of the window because you are chased by the dragon and fortunately you just grew a pair of wings and can fly)

>>16844

Yeah, the first idea doesn't quite sound like my thing (if anything, a cheerful bloodbath like that looks like it might be Aoi HIkari's style), though I'm curious how/what real-life event that could be based on.

But the second part maybe gave me an idea. Most of these things would be too short/uninteresting on their own, so what if it were a bunch of them. Take a bunch of girls getting collectively drugged for whatever reason (an experiment or 'it's just a prank, bro'), and only serving to facilitate/trigger each other's delusions or assisting each other in their suicidal drug-fueled ideas, which ends up with most of them killing themselves or each other.

Still no promises, but I'll see if I can do something with that. If you have any other little ideas for a scene/death in that context, let me know.

>>16990
Hell, some of your stories do look like Aoi Hikari after all :)

If you are interested in that real life event, it was story told by a surgeon who got a drunk patient. Now I am not sure if he sliced his own belly or he came to the hospital like that but either way he ended with his intestines dangling from his belly all drunk and aggressive.
He got a scalpel from doctors who were trying for cut his clothes or something and defended himself fiercely against doctors and nurses not letting for them to come close, and occasionally cutting pieces of his intestines and trowing the at the hospital staff. If not that they could just wait until he loses strength but since he was severely mutilating himself undertaker services could be required soon.
Eventually one doctor took an IV stand and smashed it into his head that way making him fall and calm down.
Nobody died, but if doctors were less careful it probably could have ended as in my story LOL


Drugging bunch of "girls" is also actually real life event but with diffrent consequences.
you can find military experiments with LSD on youtube when it was given to soldiers and how they behaved.
Nobody was injured in any way but it was just hilarious
If one woud make reality show of people under LCD they woud make millions LOL


Unfortunately all ideas that involve death by definition are pretty short.

There is another idea which I probably will do myself in 3d.
Abortion done by stuffing dynamite stick into the pussy LOL
thinking about that in broader terms it can me some situation with quack doctor doing some kind of ridiculous procedure of making patient so something like that.


of course I do not even expect you to write my stories, but maybe this will lead you to something interesting.

Here’s another dumb idea that will probably go nowhere and might be more trouble than it’s worth long term but could be fun…maybe? (Keep in mind this is me spitballing ideas and seeing what jives with you; I fully expect you to not only change aspects of this, but also you exercising your right to reject it outright) (Also Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are 18+)

Well, I *say* it’s one idea, but it’s more like a loose amalgamation of ideas connected by a common thread. I’ll go into more details later on, but this might be up your alley.

Basically, the long and short of it is that there’s a cult of ~sexy female assassins~ who believe that death is the ultimate orgasm and only take on targets who are suicidal, terminally sick, craving to fulfill their darkest fantasies, or some combination thereof. A lot of their clients/targets are women. Go figure.

Some of the stories that could happen:

—Trophy wife is eagerly hanged and cums her brains out while her stud of a husband fucks and knocks up the assassin they hired from the cult

—Uber rich lady decides to be beheaded by her assassin, but not before some wild lesbian sex

—The leader of the cult and her senior officers decide to “pass the reins” to a new generation of assassins by holding a snuff orgy in which she and her officers cum as they die

>>16996
The only dumb thing in your idea is that you call those people assassins. ;)
not sure how you call them but maybe eutanazists?
Anyway, your idea is essentially Applicant for death" series from Juan Gotoh

>>17004

Oh, semantics.

And yeah, Applicant for Death is a heavy influence on my idea. I mean, if you’re gonna steal…

>>16995
>>17005

…steal from the best. Which is why some of my stories (the Neon Genesis Evangelion ones in particular) have similarities to Aoi Hikari's work, he was a definitive inspiration to me when I was starting out (and an inspiration to start writing guro stories in the first place).

That idea with the don't-call-them-assassins does definitely look promising as well, I'll be sure to remember it. It also kinda made me think of the Suicidal Hotline story I wrote a while ago ( >>8267 ), might just steal the format of that one, it looks like it'd totally work here as well.

>>17007

Good to know! Just take your time with it; wouldn’t really do to see you burnout and give us a bad story.

>>17005
Well, not only semantic, because of the way how you call it, it influences how people imagine it.

When you said "assassins" I immediately imagined them as some well-trained ninjas in masks with concealed weapons jumping around killing people.

Word "eutanasists" makes me imagine them as some doctors nurses in white coats holding syringe or other medical instruments.

>>17007
Actually, that could be pretty interesting to read too.
But by my taste, I would prefer some uncommon ways of dying since I love originality.
something like for example jumping from the roof with the rope tied on the neck.
or competition between 2 women on who will manage to put more of their meat into the grinder.
It is interesting to see all kinds of uncommon ideas.
reading about the same and same thing over and over is not very appealing.

So maybe it could also be some TV show like American idol where women compete in how they die and possibly get paid :)
They do not do it on the stage but call the "assistance squad" to record it or do it on their own while streaming it.

Well, since Applicant for Death and a TV show were mentioned…

I have an idea that is basically what if Applicant for Death was not a shady illegal video thing, but a perfectly normal kids/teen show legally broadcast on TV (or Internet, because who even watches TV nowadays). The show itself is pretty much the same, only probably instead of some obscure room it is filmed on a stage with live audience, since there's no reason to hide or anything.
The attitude is just that dying in various fun ways is, well, fun. Not even necessarily sexual. And maybe even considered rather childish. Which is why its all (or mostly) about children and teenagers. The participants are naked just like in the original Applicant for Death and both by themselves and by the audience that nudity is just taken for granted, it's perfectly casual for people, especially children, to be naked in this world (after all its even casual for them to die for fun). And even if some actual sex or something close to it gets involved, it's not vied as much as sexual, as just a part of the overall fun and play.

This idea is inspired by two stories that I read here on gurochan.

One was actually titled Applicant for Death, set in the same universe as the original apparently. And there was a comment on it asking to write another chapter with some characters from some anime or something. And the author replied it doesn't work that way. But I thought: why not? Actually it could work just fine. Kinda like these random snuff show stories, but probably better, because it would be more actually character-driven. It could even work like a setting where any author can contribute with a character of their choosing. Though I guess in that case I should give up on it being a show for kids specifically. But maybe there can be an adult (and more sexual) and a kids (and more innocent) versions of the show, like regular Applicant for Death and Applicant for Death Kids or something.

As for specific characters, I imagined the Vocaloids, especially the Kagamine twins.

Now, another story I drew inspiration from, I don't recall what it was titled, but it was about a show about terminally ill girls choosing to die in fun ways for the entertainment of the public because if they were going to die anyway, why not in a fun way. And the story was told from the perspective of another two girls who were watching that show on the Internet.

So this gave me the idea to start the Vocaloid story in a similar way, with the Kagamine twins watching the show. Len would find it quite fun and say how it would be cool to take part in this show, but Rin would be less interested, as in this scenario she is the more serious one among the twins, kinda like in Ikiro, so she considers it to be kinda silly, but not because there's something wrong with dying, just that its a kinda childish kind of fun.

But then Len applies to the show for the both of them and Rin just goes along because why not. Maybe her attitude is kinda like in that 100 words story where Len buys a guillotine and she goes "any toy is okay that keeps the baby at play". So when the part of the show comes where they are asked why and how they want to die, Rin would shrug and be like "It's not that I _want_ to die, Len just kinda dragged me along", but instead of worrying that it might mean she's not really consenting everyone just laughs at it, including Rin herself. After all, sine she _is_ already here, she _is_ consenting, just her reason for that is, well, kinda funny apparently.

As for the method of death, since I've already done a double hanging in Die Young, let's say in this story Len comes up with the idea of them being crashed between two glass (so that the audience can see) plates, pushed into each other, also viewed as a kind of ultimate cuddling (when he announces that, Rin might laugh at how silly and childish that is, but by that point probably in a kinda endearing way). So like one lies on top of the other, but their heads are on the same level to the side of each other and turned to look at each other, so that their heads don't get crashed before their bodies are, so they have time to properly enjoy it, and then in their last moments Len looks at Rin with "so, now you see how fun it is?" expression in his eyes, and she looks back smiling "yeah, it totally is, thank you for bringing me here." Maybe it can have a theme where she still thinks it is childish, but now instead of thinking being childish is below a big girl her, she remembers the fun of being a child and she can enjoy it once again and is happy about it. Like in that recent Christopher Robin movie… probably… I assume… I mean I haven't actually watched it, but it sounds like that would be the theme of that movie.

What for other characters, Miku, whose performance they probably watch in the first part of the story, might go for skinning as the ultimate form of her exhibitionism fetish that she usually has in my stories.
If there are more parts with other Vocaloids, Tianyi might go with some variation of a blood eagle that is somehow made more angel-themed.
Haven't thought of anything specific for other characters yet, expect maybe Piko gets his dick cut off? Like because he's always confused for a girl and somehow that leads to this.

So, erm… yeah. I guess that's it for this idea.

>>17015
A thought comes to mind. Make it a gameshow. The winner gets the death they want.

What happens to the losers depends on the competition. Maybe they die in some other way, maybe they get maimed, maybe they just get sent home.

>>16827
Are you still writing/planning to write the "cum bunny" story I suggested?
If you are, I'd also like to suggest that the girls end up splitting up or becoming isolated somehow before they orgasm and die.
Although it's a story of a lot of girls, I'm actually not into Yuri (maybe one of the girls fingering another would be good, but Yuri isn't something I find myself being into.)
I'd like to see a variety of fear, and some tolerant apathy towards losing, and therefore, dying. None of them trying to get killed, but maybe not any screaming and crying should they be found and killed.
That's what I'd like to see anyway, if it can be part of what you make that'd be awesome, but if you can't make it work, don't worry about it, your the writer.

>>17331
It's still on my list, though I'll most likely finish another story first (which would be almost done by now, except my PC broke and I'm still waiting for the repairs). Your input is noted. I was planning to split them up anyways because it's just more practical to write (though not all are necessarily even gonna get to orgasm before they die). Maybe I'll have a little girl-on-girl action, but not too much (or maybe they get interrupted by the killer right as they're about to start). And yeah, varied reactions to the danger/death, of course (especially since the generic horror movie screamy panic is only interesting so many times).

>>17450

Are you okay?

[OC; m/f; hanging; con]

“Hey there, big guy.” I greet as I saunter into the room with a sway in my hips and my arms crossed under my chest, wearing only a thin white bra and panties. “So you're gonna execute me for being such a naughty, naughty girl?”

Well, not really, that's not how our justice system works (though I have met a few sluts in my life that by all rights would've deserved to be strung up), it's just a bit of pretence. Though I will be hanged to death for real very soon, finally fulfilling one of my most secret desires.

You'd be surprised – or maybe not – what kind of people one can meet on the internet, and after frequenting boards and forums about all these subjects for some time, I finally found a guy who lived reasonably close to me, willing to help me indulge in this fantasy in real life. I don't know his real name – at least I'm gonna assume it's not, because otherwise Mr. 'Slayer69', first name 'Cunt', would be garnering some interesting reactions whenever he introduced himself –, and he never asked mine, but it's not like it's going to matter in a few minutes anyways.

After talking online for a while, we agreed to meet in some town halfway between us, and after making sure it was him, I took him to a motel room I rented for the night, then went to the bathroom to strip (and make a nice entrance), so now here we are. “I am.” The brown-haired man with a well-maintained beard stubble has already taken off his shirt and is waiting for me in the middle of the room. “Are you prepared to die, slut?”

“Yes.” Even if his tone is still calm and measured, from the visible bulge in the front of his pants, I can see he's just as excited as I am as I pick up the length of sturdy rope I brought with me. “Start by noosing me, cause this little slut just can't wait to feel the rope around her neck.”

He nods and takes the rope, following my instructions to fashion a proper hangman's knot, then, briefly pausing to tie my long blonde hair into a ponytail so it won't get in the way, finally drapes the noose around my neck. “And now pull it nice and tight. Not all the way, but, like, almost.” He does, and I let out a long, quivering breath of excitement as I feel the gentle pressure of the slightly coarse rope all around my neck, my pussy already plenty wet without me even touching myself once yet.

While I take off my bra to reveal my pretty average-sized, but nice and firm, tits, my perky nipples already completely hard too, he climbs on a chair to thread the rope through a metal hook in the ceiling (which we did test beforehand to make sure it would hold my weight), and ties a thick knot in the other end, effectively leashing me, but it's not like I was going anywhere anyways.

As he steps down from the chair, I wrap my arms around him, pressing my breasts against his bare chest, rubbing the bulge in his pants for a few moments, before kneeling down in front of him. “Next you need to give me my last meal, right?” As he nods, I open his zipper and pull down his jeans a bit to reach into his pants and pull out his dick. “And I know just what I'm craving right now.”

I open my lips, closing them around his tip, gently licking and sucking him for a few moments to get him completely hard, then start taking him deeper into my mouth, still somewhat slowly but intensely sucking him off. As I continue, soon his breathing increases, and so do I my speed, and before too long he's audibly gasping and groaning as I go down on him, only pausing the shortest of moments to hastily catch one or two gasping breaths before I continue.

After a little while, as I pull back for a moment, to see his dick entirely covered in my saliva – and some smeared all around my lips and chin as well –, I notice a few strands of hair have escaped from my ponytail and are instead clinging to my face, but it's not like that's of any concern right now, if anything, it probably looks pretty hot.

I take a deep breath, bracing myself as I lean forward again, this time taking his dick as far into my mouth as I can take it, holding back my gag reflex as it reaches deep down my throat. The feeling of his dick stretching my throat from the inside, while the noose is still tight around my neck from the outside, makes for quite the unique – and arousing – sensation as I continue deepthroating him.

I have a decent lung capacity, but even then, with my airway completely blocked by his dick, I can only keep going so long, hopefully he's gonna finish before I have to pause for air. But it looks like my guess was about right, and just as I'm starting to really feel the need for air, he cums, gasping and his hands gripping my shoulders as he shoots a nice big load into my mouth, and I manage to take all of it before I have to pull back, coughing and choking for a few moments, some of his cum dripping down my chin, and a bit even onto my chest.

But I manage to keep most of it in my mouth, tilting my head back for a moment to show off the milky white gathered there, then demonstratively swallowing it. Briefly shivering at how the motion makes the noose bounce over my adam's apple, I slowly lick my lips with a sensual smile as I keep kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily and my face flush.

Taking a few moments to catch myself – and let him recharge a bit – I get up to test the reach of the rope, then grab a few of the pillows form the nearby bed, placing them on the floor. I step out of my – rather damp – panties, then lie down on the pillows, spreading my legs and raising them up to completely spread my totally wet pussy to him. “And now you gotta give the condemned one last fuck. Come on, I'm waiting.”

He fully steps out of his pants and underpants, then places another pillow in front of me for him to kneel on as he reaches for my hips to raise them a little and adjusts his position. With him still covered with my spit – and probably a bit of his cum too – and my pussy super wet and ready, his dick easily slides all the way into me and I draw in a sharp breath as he enters me.

Once he starts thrusting into me, I wrap my legs around his back, moving my hips along to his rhythm as he slowly begins to speed up. Before long, I'm already panting and moaning; even though I didn't touch myself at all, the excitement and anticipation of what's going to happen to me enough to make my pussy super sensitive all on its own.

“You're… pretty tight, slut.” He says inbetween gasps. “Could it be you're… looking forward to this?”

“Y-yes. I'm a – ah! – dirty little bitch who… needs to be put down.”

“You are.” He reaches for my neck with one hand, placing his fingers right on top of the noose to press the rope into my neck just a little, making me reflexively hold my breath. “How do you think it's gonna feel? When that rope… wraps shut around your pretty little neck.”

“It's – ah! – gonna be amazing.” Both of us are still speeding up, clearly turned on by the prospect of what's about to happen after this, and I'm loudly gasping and moaning, barely managing to form sentences. “I – ooh! – I can't wait to- …to be strung up.”

“Me neither.” He tightens his grip around my throat, pushing the rope deeper into the skin of my neck – if still nowhere near as deep as it will in a moment. “I'm going to enjoy every second… of your struggles, as the noose slowly… chokes the life out of you.”

The imagery he invokes, of me kicking and flailing in the noose in just a few short minutes, desperately gasping for air as I slowly lose my strength, doubly so with his hand still wrapped around my neck – not quite tight enough to choke me out, but giving me a good preview of the breathlessness I'll be feeling in a moment –, and of course him still pounding my pussy, is enough to make me cum just a few seconds later.

Loudly moaning, all but screaming, in pleasure, I wrap my legs tight around his back as my pussy clenches around his dick, making him cum too just a moment later, tensing as he shoots his load inside me while I'm riding out what may be the best orgasm I ever had (or at least a close contender).

Eventually we both wind down, and I shudder a little as he pulls out of me, making some of his cum drip from my pussy. Getting up, he lets go of my neck, and I start taking deep, greedy breaths, just lying on my back, my eyes closed, panting heavily and basking in the afterglow – and the anticipation of what's to come next – as he gives me a few more minutes, before finally pulling on the rope until it tugs at my neck just a little, then holding out a hand to help me up. “Get up, whore. It's time for your execution.”

“Okay…” I stand up, replying in a shaky voice. “I'm ready.”

“Put these on again.” He picks up my discarded panties from the floor, handing them to me. “Or do you want to be dripping cum everywhere as you swing? I think you're gonna look better like this.”

I would have been perfectly fine hanging completely naked too, but if he thinks so. I comply, putting on the panties and noting with how damp both they and my pussy are, the thin fabric turns almost transparent, highlighting the contours of my pussy quite well. …I might be seeing where he's coming from.

In the meantime, he has moved the pillows out of the way and returned the chair right under the hook the noose is hanging from. “Get on.” He says, and I obediently step on the chair, as he pulls at the rope until it has practically no slack, then ties it to the side of the bed. …Everything's ready. I'm about to be executed.

“For the crime of being an unrepentant dirty slut, you are hereby sentenced to death. Do you have any last words?”

“No.” I can't help my voice quivering in anticipation and excitement. “Kick that chair away and make me swing.” I manage to barely steady my voice as I drop it to a seductive whisper. “I deserve it.”

I anxiously hold my breath as he places his foot against the chair, giving me a final few seconds of anticipation …before he kicks the chair away and I drop into the noose.

I gasp as the rope catches my fall after just a few centimetres – the super-short drop making sure my death will be as drawn-out as possible – and the noose constricts around my neck, completely cutting off my air. For the first few seconds the pain isn't too bad, and I even manage a (slightly strained) smile, my body only lightly swinging as he quickly pulls the chair out of the way entirely, then takes a step back to watch me.

However just a little later, I can't help my feet stretching and my legs starting to kick, trying to reach for the ground I know full well they won't find. Soon I start reflexively gasping for air, coughing and choking as before too long my whole body is straining and struggling – to absolutely no avail of course, but if anything that makes this utter loss of self-control even sweeter.

As the pain in my neck, head and chest only keeps getting worse, I reach for my neck, my hands clawing at the noose, but I manage to stop them, instead slowly brushing over the rope digging into the sides of my neck. The skin right around it is hot and sensitive to the touch, and the noose is embedded so deep into my skin, my fingers could never find any purchase on it even if I wanted to. Oh my god, this is so hot.

As I continue gasping and struggling, even past the ever-growing, searing pain, I notice a distinct sensation in my pussy as well, and I seem to get even wetter, if that was still possible. …Well, of course I'd be getting off on being executed, duh. I'd probably only have to rub myself a tiny bit to cum again right away, but despite how tempting it is, I'll leave it entirely up to my body if I can get that final orgasm as I hang without touching myself at all; and I guess if not I've already had a pretty great one just before.

The edges of my vision are starting to swim, tears of fear and agony running down my cheeks, but even through the brutal pain blanketing my mind, I can feel the pleasure in my pussy, growing just as my body's panic, the wild flailing and kicking pretty much entirely out of my control by now.

I just barely register my executioner from the corner of my eye, rock hard again and slowly stroking his dick to the sight of my continued struggles. We didn't discuss what he'd do with my body afterwards, because by then I'd be way past caring, but right now I'd like to imagine he's gonna fuck my body once more, make use of all of my holes, maybe even my ass, before leaving me. Turns out the image of him pounding my asshole as I just lie there limp, with my tongue hanging out and my eyes broken and empty, is just the push that I needed for my final orgasm.

What would have been loud moans reduced to wild gasps, my struggles briefly take on an almost rhythmic quality, my body clenching and shuddering as my climax washes over me, all but suppressing the pain, yet my feelings only heightened by my body's ongoing reactions to the lack of oxygen, my pain and fear and pleasure mixing into a completely new, unique sensation, better than anything I could have ever expected, easily making for my best – and longest – orgasm ever.

Losing myself in the ecstasy and pain, I completely forget everything around me, until the feeling of bliss slowly subsides and the reality of my situation returns to me as I resume my desperate struggles in a futile fight against the noose and gravity.

It looks like my final – ultimate – orgasm came just in time, as I feel my strength finally start to wane, my wild thrashing and flailing dying down into weak squirming and shuddering, but by this point I'm completely content with my end, only waiting for my death as the pain and all other sensations in my body slowly fade into a soft, comfortable nothing.

Gathering the last of my strength, I manage to mouth a barely audible 'thank you', yet my body still takes a few more minutes of faint gasps and shudders before giving in, darkness closing over my vision, though not before I feel a warm, wet sensation in my panties and dripping down my thighs, peeing myself in my final moments before I finally go limp, my mind fading into the void

>>20051

Inspired by a scene from a (staged) live-action 'snuff' video on motherless.com, specifically that imagery of a girl already in a noose giving a guy a blowjob, so I just took it and ran with that. Would people care for more 1st- or 2nd-person victim (and/or killer) PoV like this?

I'm still alive, yay. Can't think of anything witty to say on it, just that through a mix of busy, distracted, university, personal issues, and just lack of motivation/inspiration, I didn't manage to finish any stories for too long. Whatever. I'll keep doing my best, just don't expect any sort of consistent productivity at the moment.

(I'm still totally copy-pasting one of these.) Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed, feedback/criticism always appreciated.

Great to have you back!

Quiet in the Library [OC; f/f, f-self, molestation; strangling; necrophilia; non-con]

Having received a call on her pager – that thankfully had also excused her from a particularly boring geography lesson – Alexa unlocked the door at the end of the side corridor next to the school's library's main entrance and entered to find a blonde girl wearing only a light blue bra and panties strapped to the bulky chair in the middle of the room.

As soon as she heard Alexa enter, the girl – Misha, according to the message, Alexa vaguely recognised her as being from the same year, but they'd hardly talked more than maybe once or twice ever – started protesting and tugging at her restraints. “This is crazy, you can't do that! All I did was get a phone call, that's not even my fault! Let me go!”

“Oh, but it is your fault for not turning down the volume while in the library.” Alexa replied. “And besides, that was you third infraction in as many weeks, so if you're not gonna learn from the first two times, what else are we to do?” As part of the library club, it sometimes fell to Alexa to enforce the library rules, and they were quite clear on this part: Three cases of loudness or other disturbances within one month was punishable by death.

Walking up to Misha, Alexa tore away her bra, exposing the girl's somewhat small, firm breasts and eliciting a noticeable blush, then forced her chin upwards with her fingers to get a good close look at her neck, leaning close enough that her hot breath against her skin made Misha flinch as Alexa spoke. “You have such a pretty neck. I think I'm going to enjoy this.” Placing a soft kiss right on Misha's throat, Alexa smirked as the girl shuddered and swallowed, delighting in the movement of Misha's Adam's apple beneath her lips. Yes, this was going to be good.

“Please don't do this!” Misha started pleading again as Alexa walked behind her to go through the slightly haphazard box of tools at her disposal. “Just let me go, I'll be careful from now on, I swear!”

“A bit too late for that now.” There was a thick, coarse rope that would probably take a lot of strength and really would be better used for a hanging or something; a thin nylon rope, pretty standard fare; a super thin piece of wire with handles on the ends that was much better at cutting throats and allegedly had once decapitated a particularly slender student; a not so much rope as a piece of silk cloth, maybe a scarf, but rolled up or folded a few times it would do its job just as well as the nylon rope. “And if I let you go now, I'll be the one in trouble.”

After thinking for a bit, Alexa decided on the silk rope… scarf… whatever, folding it a few times and tightly gripping both ends before stepping up behind Misha. “Try not to struggle and it might be over faster.” That was pretty much a lie, and she really hoped Misha would struggle a lot. “Any last words?”

“Please, no! I'm begging you, don-” Alexa didn't even give Misha time to finish before wrapping the scarf around her neck and pulling it tight, cutting off the girl's voice. The realisation quickly setting in, within seconds Misha started gasping for air and straining against her restraints, but the thick leather straps fixing her wrists and ankles to the chair, which was in turn solidly bolted to the floor, didn't so much as budge.

Leaning forward as much as she could while maintaining her grip, Alexa took a closer look at the scarf digging into Misha's neck; while probably exerting just as much pressure at its centre as the nylon rope would, it was still broader and softer, leaving a much less sharply outlined impression in her skin, though still biting deliciously deep into it.

Misha's face was already starting to turn red, her expression a mixture of fear, pain and pleading and tears streaming down her cheeks as she continued to ineffectually squirm and struggle in her bindings, her chest heaving desperate for breath she wasn't going to get. “It's pointless, you know.” Alexa smirked at Misha. “Nothing you can do is gonna save you. But do continue, I love watching your futile struggles.”

Misha let out an indeterminate angry noise that maybe was supposed to be a 'fuck you' or something, but Alexa just ignored her, pulling back to just watch her continued struggles for a handful of moments, before slightly loosening her grip. Misha immediately started greedily gasping for air, but she'd barely finished the first breath before Alexa tightened the scarf again, pulling further back and downwards this time, forcing Misha's head to lean backwards, her neck resting atop of the chair's backrest, her Adam's apple shifting as she reflexively tried to swallow making for quite the lovely picture, and if she'd had a hand free, by this point Alexa would most definitely have been rubbing herself through her skirt. But as it was she'd have to contend with the recording – officially just made for some documentary and legal purpose, but inofficially a nice source of secondary income for the school – afterwards.

Alexa tightened her grip some more and the scarf dug into Misha's neck a little more, eliciting another loud gasp. By this point the girl's face was deeply red, streaked with tears and bits of drool around her lips and chin, and her struggles slowly growing weaker and more unfocused, but she still seemed to be hanging on. Intently observing her to take in every single second of Misha's struggles and last moments, Alexa continued strangling her, pressing and rubbing her thighs together to at least get some direct stimulation, but the effect was minimal.

After another two or three minutes more, Misha's struggles seemed to be weakening for good, her gasps almost inaudible, so Alexa tightened her grip as much as she could to finish her off, the scarf cutting deep into Misha's neck, making her Adam's apple bounce quite delightfully as she started desperately coughing and gasping. Misha's struggles flaring up one final time, Alexa leaned into the scarf with a good portion of her weight, briefly wondering if she might end up breaking her neck instead, but before it could come to that, Misha went limp with one final choked gasp, her body shuddering and twitching for a few seconds longer before going completely still, a stream of urine seeping through her panties and dripping into the drain in the floor.

Breathing somewhat heavily herself from the effort, Alexa held the rope around Misha's neck for another few minutes to be completely sure before letting go and returning the scarf to the box with the other ropes, taking a good deal of willpower to not just drop her skirt and panties to start fingering herself right now.

Instead she walked around Misha, the body completely limp, a bit of urine left on the seat of the chair, and her wrists and ankles visibly chafed red from struggling against her restraints, leaning closer to her face to take in that lovely pained expression, bloodshot eyes and tongue hanging from the side of her mouth, before focusing on the girl's neck. The skin was red and bruised, if not as sharply as if she'd used a thinner rope, and the skin hadn't broken anywhere either so there was no actual blood; instead the it looked like the different folds of the rolled-up scarf had left several different impressions of varying depths, though there still was a relatively distinct dark blue line of the innermost bit where the most pressure had been.

Trailing her fingers up Misha's neck, Alexa softly kissed the strangulation marks, exploring the textures of the blemished, hot, skin with her tongue, before pulling back after a good few moments. Unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her bra, Alexa took off her shoes to step out of her panties that were actually a little wet by now, then half sat, half leaned on Misha's body, starting to grind her pussy against the girl's knee. Taking a moment to adjust her position, Alexa quickly sped up, thankful for the sturdy bolts holding the chair in place right now, shamelessly starting to moan as her hands began exploring the girl's chest for a little bit before returning to her neck as well.

Kissing and caressing Misha's neck and throat as she continued grinding against her knee and thigh, Alexa took one hand off her to wrap it around her own neck with just enough force for her moans to sound a little strained, briefly musing just how it would feel to be in Misha's place and slowly strangled to death. But while she hoped she would make for at least as good a show as Misha had, Alexa found that she probably far preferred being the one to do the strangling as she instead wrapped both her hands tight around Misha's neck, irrelevant as it was by this point. With how turned on she'd been even beforehand, it only took Alexa another minute or two of grinding against Misha while choking her body before she came, her moans hitting a crescendo as Alexa tensed and shuddered, riding out her orgasm for as long as she could, before slowly winding down, lightly panting.

Taking a little bit to collect herself, Alexa properly closed her blouse again, putting on her panties, noticing in the process her pussy was still pretty wet, and her juices had left a small mess on Misha's leg, but not like the girl was in a position to complain anymore, and finally shoes. Then straightening her hair and skirt a bit, Alexa left the room, locking it behind her, to find a bathroom to get cleaned up a little, then get a teacher for the disposal of the body.

>>20202

I actually wrote this (admittedly short) story a while ago based on some suggestion/inspiration from Angry Mexicans on discord (using the same characters as their other requests). I was sure I'd posted it back then, but apparently not, so here you go.

(I'll just keep copy-pasting this.) Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed, feedback/criticism always appreciated.

>>20052

Oh yes, yes. Please do more first person. There's a criminal lack of victim POV when in comes to guro

>>20240

Agreed, both in writing and pictures; even on /rp/ which has a bunch more 1st-person stuff, it's still much more killer PoV (not to mention of …very variable quality). I'd like to do more if I can think of any good premise; do you have anything specific you'd like to see? (Male or female victim, what sort of killer, con or non-con, the type of death; all that sort of stuff.)

>>20256

Honestly, I'm fine with whatever you can think of since I enjoy all of your story.

Buuut if you're asking for specifics, how about a fantasy setting where an adventurer lay dying while questing, and another adventurer (companion or unrelated) bones them instead of helping. If consensual you can have the dying person ask for a last fuck before leaving world, and if non-con you can have the bystander outright rape her

Vampire's Caress [OC; f/f, rape; throat-cutting(/-biting); semi-con]

“Get back here, creature!” Miraya slammed open a huge double door, barging into what looked to be the castle's throne room, her sword at the ready, every single of the tall stained-glass windows she'd seen from the outside hung with thick carpets to block out all sunlight, the room only lit by a scant few braziers. “Stop running!”

“My, whyever would I do that?” The woman's taunting voice seemed to echo from all around the elven fighter. “Seeing as you seem to be so intent on trying to kill me.”

“I will kill you!” Miraya shouted into the empty room, rapidly looking all around for any signs of her mark. “For what you did to my sister! And all those other girls!”

“Your sister? Oh, of course, that cute little redhead. You have the same hair.” This time the voice seemed to be coming from right behind her, and Miraya slowed down as if giving up the search. “She was quite …delectable.” The creature's voice, dripping with both mocking and seductiveness, slowly grew closer. “But you can take solace in the fact that her last moments were filled with the most intense pleasure she experienced in her life. …A courtesy I'm willing to extend to you too.”

Now! With an angry shout Miraya spun around, swinging her blade at head height – only for it to strike empty air, nothing but flickering shadows behind her, the creature's laughter sounding all around her. “Dammit, stop toying with me! Show yourself!”

“Oh, but I am right here.” Miraya turned and struck again, but too slow. The vampiress rather easily caught her sword arm at the wrist and before Miraya had time to react, grabbed her chin with the other hand, forcing Miraya to look right into her dark …beautiful …entrancing eyes.

“Wh-what are you… do…ing…” Miraya could feel her body weakening, a green haze encroaching on her mind as the vampiress just smiled at her.

“Foolish girl. To chase me all the way into my domain. If you'd wanted to live, you had stayed in the sunlight.”

“N-no… stop…” But before long Miraya couldn't resist anymore, her sword clattering to the ground as she surrendered, mind and body, to her mistress.

“There we go.” Letting go of Miraya, Carmilla – a beautiful name befitting her divine beauty – stepped close to the light of a brazier, finally giving her a clear look of who she'd been tracking all this time.

The dancing orange light flickering over her pale grey skin, her large, beautiful wings, long dark brown hair, her slender but sharp face, her smile clearly showing her elongated teeth, her grey eyes with black sclerae that had so easily caught Miraya in their spell. Her ankle-length dark red skirt that didn't seem to hinder her movements at all, and her bracers, headgear and chestpiece, which covered little more than half of her breasts, showcasing both her midriff and large cleavage, all looking as if hewn from some ancient stone and adorned with bright green glowing gems.

“Look at me like this any longer and you'll start to drool.” Carmilla chuckled. “Your sister was just as impressed as you are; do you not have any pretty women in your little village?”

“None anywhere near as beautiful as you, Mistress.” A small part in the back of her head kept telling Miraya that she originally preferred the company of men, but that couldn't be right, could it, she desired none more than her mistress.

“Follow me.” Carmilla turned towards a door at the side of the room, barely visible in the weak light, leading Miraya up a narrow, winding staircase until they stepped into a large bedroom, lavishly furnished with a big desk, shelves filled with books, large paintings on the walls, a fancy couch, and a huge canopy bed, the whole room more uniformly lit, even if Miraya couldn't make out any torches or sources of light at all.

Carmilla turned around, suddenly standing dangerously close to Miraya. “I want you to know that, ever since the moment you stepped into these walls, your life is mine. I could snap your neck like a twig.” Carmilla placed a hand around Miraya's throat, making her gasp in surprise, but also shudder under her mistress' touch, her cool skin perfectly smooth. “Or strangle you without even breaking a sweat.” Carmilla pushed upwards, forcing Miraya to stand on her tiptoes, the pressure on her neck eliciting a choked gasp.

“…But I won't.” The vampiress suddenly let go, and Miraya barely managed to stay on her feet, drawing in greedy breaths. “Not yet anyway. First I will show you pleasure greater than you could ever have imagined.”

“Let's get you out of that armour, shall we? …Not that it would have done you any good anyways.” Carmilla added, and Miraya knew that her mistress could have easily bent, if not torn through the ordinary steel. But there wasn't any need for that as she obediently raised her arms, undoing the leather straps holding her chestplate and quickly taking off both halves with Carmilla's assistance, simply letting them, along with the tassets hanging from them, fall to the ground with a clattering sound. Followed quickly by her belt, gauntlets and greaves, leaving Miraya in little more than her long padded shirt, which Carmilla effortlessly tore open at the front, spilling bits of cotton as she tossed the ruined shirt to the side, revealing Miraya's panties as well as the similarly white bandages wrapped around her chest.

Miraya started to unwrap the bandages, but Carmilla just sliced through them with a fingernail, with enough pressure to also leave a thin red cut right between Miraya's fair-sized, firm breasts, and the redhead gasped in both pain and arousal as a moment later the vampiress leaned forward to slowly run her tongue up Miraya's chest, sensually lapping up some of the blood. Her face still pressed against her breasts, suddenly Carmilla reached down to rub her fingers along the outside of Miraya's pussy through her slightly damp panties for a handful of seconds, before easily tearing them away as well, pulling back a moment later to leave Miraya fully naked, already lightly panting and her face flush, and Carmilla chuckled. “You taste quite sweet. I'm sure you'll make a fine plaything for tonight.”

“I suppose now it's only fair I show you myself a little more as well, no?” Carmilla took off her chestpiece, carefully placing it on a nearby table as she fully revealed her large breasts with small dark grey areolae, and after observing Miraya's reaction for a moment chuckled. “Yes, you may touch them.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Miraya took a small step closer, cupping both of Carmilla's breasts in her hands; her skin was cool to the touch, and while no less soft than her own, Miraya still got the feeling it would be so much tougher to pierce, now she wasn't even sure if her sword would have sufficed, but as she gently squeezed them, the flesh was just as supple as she'd expected.

After a few moments, with an alluring smile Carmilla placed a hand atop Miraya's and pushed, making the redhead grope her as she let out a small gasp, the sound of her mistress' delight music to Miraya's ears. Carmilla abruptly backed away a little, reaching for one of Miraya's shoulders to turn her as she slid around her to suddenly be standing right behind Miraya, her breasts and noticeably hard nipples pressing against her bare back, as one hand reached down, rubbing over the outside of Miraya's crotch, already making her draw in a sharp breath-

Only for that breath to suddenly turn into a pained scream as Carmilla sunk her teeth into the soft flesh above Miraya's collarbone, her bite piercing trough the skin and into the muscle, a large trickle of blood beginning to run down her breast before Carmilla placed her lips on the wound, lapping up and sucking Miraya's blood, and despite the pain, she could also feel her arousal growing, a heat rising in her chest and her pussy quickly getting wet enough for some of her juices to start dripping down her thighs.

“Know that this is your fate now.” Carmilla's sultry voice right next to her ear, and her cool breath against her skin made Miraya shiver. “Pleasure and pain, until I decide to claim your life. You should feel honoured to be giving yourself to me.”

“I… am, Mistress.” In response to Miraya's answer, with a low laugh Carmilla started groping her left breast with one hand, then pushed two fingers deep into Miraya's expectantly wet pussy, eliciting a moan from the redhead. In between continuing to suck and lick at Miraya's wound again, even if the bleeding slowly seemed to slow down, Carmilla kept caressing her breast and fingering her with slow, measured movements, yet pushing deep into her with each thrust, and very soon Miraya's pleasure was filling her whole body, supplanting what little pain there was, and rhythmically gasping and moaning, her eyes closed in pleasure, she fully surrendered herself to her mistress' touch, everything else forgotten and unimportant.

However a little later Carmilla withdrew both her hands, leaving Miraya aching for more as her pleasure swiftly subsided, and she turned her head to the side to find her Mistress wearing a content smile, her lips and mouth completely smeared with blood. Suddenly she leaned forward a bit, reaching for the back of Miraya's head with one hand to lock their lips in a fervent kiss, Carmilla's tongue carrying with it the faintly sweet, metallic taste of her own blood alongside some other diffuse yet enticing aroma as the vampiress explored Miraya's mouth, the redhead's light moan muffled by their interlocked lips.

Once more Carmilla broke their kiss far too soon, instead stepping back a little and taking Miraya's hand to pull her to the huge canopy bed, the blood that had been pooling in between Miraya's clavicles to trickle down between her breasts suddenly running down both sides of her neck as she lay down on top of the smooth dark red satin sheets.

Miraya shuddered as Carmilla leaned down next to her, briefly giving her a beautiful view of her large, swaying breasts, to lick up the blood from the side of her neck, caressing it with her fingers for a moment before placing a kiss right on top of Miraya's throat, making her reflexively swallow and hold her breath as Carmilla bared her teeth to lightly press into the soft skin of her neck, but after a few seconds the vampiress pulled back with a dark chuckle. “Don't worry, we're not done quite yet. I'll exercise patience a little longer.”

Standing up and walking around the bed, a seductive sway to her hips even in these few movements, Carmilla only had to gently push Miraya's legs apart and she obediently spread them, baring her positively drenched pussy to her mistress as she knelt on the bed inbetween Miraya's legs. Carmilla leaned down and once more even the slightest touch of hers made Miraya gasp in pleasure, as the vampiress slowly dragged her tongue along the outside of the redhead's pussy to lap up some of her juices before finally softly sucking her clit directly-

Then suddenly pulling back and sinking her teeth into the soft inside of Miraya's thigh to effortlessly draw blood, her moans of pleasure suddenly turning into a pained gasp – only to turn back to a moan seconds later as after just briefly sucking on the wound, Carmilla returned her attention to Miraya's pussy, licking her much more intensely this time, her tongue pushing apart her labia as she began rubbing Miraya's clit with her thumb.

Shamelessly gasping and moaning as Carmilla continued pleasuring her in between drinking up some of her blood, the pain of the small wound only seeming to add to her ecstasy, Miraya felt the tension and desire building up inside her, soon driving her straight towards her climax. Even though she knew that reaching said climax most likely meant that her life would be forfeit in short order too, but she didn't find it in her to care. If anything, the knowledge that she'd get to give her life to her mistress, of her impending end, only served to further add to Miraya's pleasure.

But it seemed that Carmilla could also sense Miraya approaching her limit and in response slowed down her movements, gently teasing the redhead's pussy just enough to never let her pleasure ebb, but not enough to push her over the edge, leaving her teetering just at the brink of release, the cruelly sweet sensation making Miraya bite lower lip, beads of sweat running down her forehead and breasts, until after what felt like a short blissful eternity, she finally found her voice. “P-please, Mistress… I beg you, l-let me…”

“As you desire.” Carmilla pushed two fingers all the way inside Miraya, at the same moment biting deep into the inside of her thigh right beside her pussy, and the sudden flood of sensations pushed Miraya over the edge, moaning, all but screaming in pleasure, her fingers digging into the sheets and her back arching, prompting Carmilla to hold down her hips with her other hand as she continued her ministrations. Miraya's orgasm lasted longer than any she'd ever had, the pleasure and heat washing over her body as she savoured every split second of it like it might be the last. …And ultimately it was, Miraya's ecstasy slowly subsiding to be replaced with a content warmth inside her, even the pain of her injuries, blood dripping down the insides of her thighs, but an afterthought.

Carmilla stood up, her mouth smeared in copious amounts of red, along with what might have been some of Miraya's juices, as she slowly licked her lips before contently swallowing. “Now, wasn't that delightful?”

Only after several seconds of silence did Miraya realise it had been an actual question, not rhetorical, hurrying to answer inbetween her panting breaths. “Yes, Mistress… I- Thank you.”

“You're most welcome.” Carmilla replied in a low, sensual tone. “This is the least I can do for any of my …prey.” With a smile that bared her – also stained red – pointed teeth, she held out a hand, easily pulling Miraya to her feet, the blood from her bites starting to trickle down the inside of her legs.

“Now.” Carmilla pulled Miraya into a tight embrace, their bare breasts pressing against each other, then leaned forward, her breath against the redhead's throat and collarbone making her shiver, as the vampiress lapped up some more of her blood, then ran her tongue up the side of Miraya's neck until she spoke right into her ear, the raw desire downright palpable in her voice. “It's about time you gave your life to me.”

“Yes, Mistress. I want nothing more.” Miraya leaned her head backwards to fully bare her throat to Carmilla, and she placed an intense kiss right on top of her adam's apple, sucking on the skin and one of her teeth breaking it in one spot, making Miraya reflexively swallow and lightly gasp, eliciting a dark chuckle from Carmilla. Tilting Miraya's head back towards her with one hand, she gave her one final, fervent kiss, her tongue pushing deep into Miraya's mouth, carrying yet more of yet more of the metallic taste with it, while her teeth scraped against the inside of the redhead's lips, drawing blood in multiple places.

After only a few moments Carmilla pulled back, leaving Miraya panting as she leaned in to once more whisper into her victim's ear, her voice almost inaudible, yet dripping with barely contained lust. “Die for me.”

A mere instant later, Carmilla bit down into the side of Miraya's neck, much more viciously than before, ripping away a chunk of skin and flesh, tearing Miraya's carotid wide open. Letting out a brief shriek of surprise and pain, her first reflex was to clutch the wound with her hand, but she knew it wouldn't have done her any good anyways, not that she could have even if she'd wanted, Carmilla's arms still wrapped around her all but immobilising Miraya's.

Seemingly transfixed by the view in front of her, for a few seconds Carmilla simply watched the blood pouring from Miraya's neck, the red streaming down over the fair skin of her collarbone and chest, some of it pooling between the women's breasts then trickling down over their stomachs. Finally Carmilla pressed her mouth on the wound, her teeth haphazardly digging into Miraya's neck as the vampiress greedily drank of her blood.

As Carmilla stopped and pulled back a little after a short while, where before her mouth had been lightly stained red, now it was completely splattered in blood, her expression downright ferocious and clearly longing for yet more; but to Miraya she was still more beautiful than anything she could ever have imagined. After pausing for a moment as if to give Miraya time to admire her one final time, Carmilla continued, lapping up the blood off her collarbone, simply letting it run into her mouth for a few moments before sinking her teeth into the redhead's neck once more.

As Carmilla continued greedily drinking of her, Miraya felt the effects of the blood loss setting in, her vision starting to blur and her legs weakening, and soon she wavered, but Carmilla's arms still wrapped around her, the vampiress effortlessly held her upright in her embrace. Before too long, Miraya's sight began to darken around the edges, the sensations of her body growing faint and dull, save for the searing pain, her ragged wound only growing bigger as Carmilla kept tearing into it, – and a vague, warm feeling of contentment, almost as if consoling her, after all, she should be happy to be giving her life for her mistress, shouldn't she?

Gathering her remaining strength with that last thought, Miraya wrapped her arms around Carmilla's lower back as much as the tight grip of the vampiress' embrace would let her, and as she noticed, Carmilla pulled away from Miraya's neck to return the embrace, resting her chin against the redhead's chest and looking up straight at her with dark smile. As her vision started fading, that smile, and Carmilla's deep, alluring eyes seemed to draw Miraya in, beckoning her to just give in, just let go…

And after clinging on to life for a few more futile moments, she did, Carmilla's deep grey eyes the last thing Miraya ever saw, as she slipped away into the dark

As she felt Miraya's life fade, the redhead going limp in her arms, Carmilla shivered in delight, letting out a breathy moan, almost mirroring the final breath Miraya had just taken. While she could – and did – derive pleasure from more …physical attention as well, that instant when she would sense her prey's life flicker and be snuffed out like a candle, this one sublime moment, more often that not, would suffice to drive Carmilla to her climax all on its down.

As it did this time, Carmilla starting to gasp and lightly shudder as she came, still holding Miraya's lifeless body, the redhead's hot, thick blood spilt over Carmilla's front, all the way down to cover the outside of her pussy, only serving to intensify her pleasure. Her eyes closed as she let out a long, low moan, Carmilla rode out her orgasm as long as she could, gasping and shivering, even her wings folded behind her back quivering in ecstasy.

Yet ultimately her orgasm subsided, leaving Carmilla gasping and panting as she wound down, slowly loosening her embrace around Miraya's body, gently placing her on the bed. The redhead's chest, crotch and down her thighs were all but completely covered in her sweet blood, the gaping wound in the side of her neck still slowly oozing red onto the sheets, splatters reaching all the way over her shoulder and up her cheek, yet Miraya's eyes were calmly closed, her expression peaceful and content, despite the trickle of blood running from the corner of her mouth.

Enticed by the view in front of her, Carmilla leaned down to sink her teeth deep into the soft, warm flesh of Miraya's right breast, drawing a little more blood she greedily drank up, and leaving a deep bloody imprint of her entire set of teeth in the fair skin as she moved up to kiss Miraya one last time, even as her lips and tongue remained unresponsive, then finally licked and sucked at the wound in her neck once more before pulling away.

Carmilla diligently licked her lips, but didn't swallow, keeping Miraya's sweet taste on her tongue a few moments longer as she took a step back, admiring Miraya's lifeless body on display before her. Such beauty in death. And to top it off, Miraya had been even more …satisfying than her sister had, Carmilla mused as she turned to head for the bath and clean herself, lest she continue tracking blood everywhere. So she should honour her in the same way she had said sister – and numerous other, especially delightful, prey – by drawing a painting of her body, so even after Carmilla had disposed of the body tonight, leaving it as but food for the beasts of the forest, an image of the elven girl's beauty would be preserved to her.

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Inspired by the accompanying picture (which is not mine, source is hxxps://www.deviantart.com/nesoun/art/WOW-Kyranna-and-Lana-thel-167992506), but has nothing to do with WoW since I didn't know that when I started on it; nor would it necessarily have improved the story cause it's just a raid boss with very little characterisation/background given. Also Carmilla's name is not a Castlevania reference, but to the eponymous novella from way back, which first featured the 'lesbian vampire' trope.

(I'll just keep copy-pasting this.) Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed, feedback/criticism always appreciated.

Hangman (the Game) [OC; m/f, m-self, incest (kind of); hanging; loli, shota; con]

“Hey, Kouta, are you busy? Wanna play a game with me?” As she is wont to do, my younger sister Yuki enters my room unannounced, leaning over my shoulder to peer at my desk. “You're still not done with homework? I already finished.”

“Well, you're only in fourth grade, of course you have less homework.”

“And you're just one year older, so you're just slow. …You forgot to carry a 1 there.” Yuki points at one of my results, and after quickly checking it, turns out she's right. And that means the result I got off that is also wrong, damn it. …This should be a 3, then…

“This stuff is easy. Are you done soon? I wanna play with you.”

“If you're so smart, why don't you do my homework for me, and then we can play.”

“Hmmm…” Yuki thinks for a few moments, curling her liips and tilting her head, before shaking it. “Homework is boring. …But, ” She continues after a pause “we could just play a game for that, and if I lose, I have to do your homework.”

“And what if you win?”

“Then you've already played with me like I wanted, haven't you?”

Makes sense, I guess. And honestly, anything to get away from this pointless busywork. “You're in.” I finish up the question I was working on, before standing up. “What kind of game?”

“Come to my room, I'll show you.”

Following Yuki down the hallway, I enter her room after her. It's a little more spacious than mine, or maybe just looks that way because it's much tidier, and filled with a distinctly larger number of plushies. The noose hanging from a hook in the ceiling above a chair is new, though.

“We're gonna play Hangman.” Yuki announces as she pulls up a small blackboard with some chalks from a corner. “But, like, for real.”

“How is that gonna work? I'd like to see you draw yourself into the noose piece by piece.”

“Don't be silly.” Yuki giggles. “Of course we're gonna strip instead, one item of clothing for every wrong guess. Plus one more each to get on the chair, put on the noose, and jump.”

That… actually seems pretty sensible. “Sure. How much are you wearing right now? If we count both socks separately, I got 6.”

“…5. But we can just count my headband,” She indicates the fancy Alice band that's holding back her straight, dark brown hair. “and it works out.”

“Alright. Anything else, or can we get started?”

“Hm… Oh, right. Just in case you do end up hanging, would you mind me giving you a blowjob? I've read that boys often get a hard-on when they're hanged, and I've been wanting to try this for a while anyways.”

“Do you even know what a blowjob is?”

“Kind of. I lick and suck your… you know.” Yuki gestures towards my crotch. “And make you feel real good, right?”

“Yeah, guess so.” Not that I really know much more. “And sure, go ahead. I'm gonna win, though.”

“That's the spirit. Then let's go, you guess first.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I've already thought of a word and you probably haven't.” Undeterred, Yuki starts drawing lines onto the blackboard. …Eight …nine total.

She's right, though, I don't have a word yet. “Okay, fine. A.”

“Nope.” Well, that's a good start. I pull off one of my socks and just drop it to the floor.

“E.”

“Yep.” -e-e—– Yuki fills in the letter.

“I.”

“M-hm.” -e-e–i–

“O.”

“That's an 'o' as in 'no'.” Yuki giggles and with a small sigh I step out of my other sock as well.

“U.”

“'U' 'r' wrong on that one.”

“Stop it with the puns, will you?” I take off my t-shirt to reveal the plain white undershirt underneath. “R.”

-e-e-ri–

“N.”

“Nnnnnope.” After thinking for a moment, I take off my undershirt next. Already half out of tries.

“S.”

Yuki shakes her head, and I open my jeans, pulling them down and stepping out of them, blushing a little as I'm left in only my dark grey underpants.

“K.”

“Still nope.” Yuki giggles as I hesitantly take off my underpants as well, standing in the middle of the room completely naked. “Aw, no need to be embarrassed. We bathed together and stuff when we were younger too, didn't we?”

“Well, yeah, but…” She's kind of right, I guess. “Whatever. H.”

“Are you even trying?” Yuki shakes her head again and I carefully climb onto the chair, trying my best to remain nonchalant.

“T.”

“Finally.” -e-e-rit-

Then that one has to be “Y.”

“Yep.” -e-e-rity

“M.”

“Nope.” Yuki watches intently as I place the noose around my neck with slightly shaky fingers. The rope feels relatively thick, but smooth, not sure where she got that from, or if it's just something she repurposed.

There's no way the chair is high enough for the fall to break my neck, so if I do jump, it'd make for quite the (probably painful) spectacle, yet in spite – or because – of that, my dick is getting kind of hard, no doubt helped along by Yuki's promise. But I think I'd still rather not die right now, come on, think.

“…L.”

“Ooh, this is gonna be close.” -ele-rity

…I think I got it. Unless Yuki found some really obscure word, in which case, fair play to her, I guess, and at least I won't have to finish my stupid homework. “C.”

“Aw, you got it, haven't you?” Cele-rity

“Yep. B.”

“There you go.” Celebrity Yuki fills in the final letter and with a sigh of relief I pull off the noose and step off the chair, not failing to notice that my dick is pretty much completely hard at this point. “I almost had you.”

“Yeah, that was pretty close. Should have taken a longer word.”

“Well, but then you'd have had more letters to guess correctly, no?” I guess that's a good point, can't just take the longest, most complicated word, or it's actually gonna become easier.

“I think I have a good one, though.” If nothing else, it's something really appropriate. Wiping the blackboard (sort of) clean with my hand, I start drawing the lines as Yuki takes my place besides the chair. “That's 12, by the way.”

“I can count, you know.” Yuki sticks out her tongue. “Let's go. A.”

“Good start.” A——a—-

“B.”

“Nope.” Yuki reaches to take off her headband, but I shake my head. “You can keep it on, I think you look better that way.”

“I'll have you know my hair looks perfect no matter what I do with it.” Yuki pouts, but complies. “C.”

“Still no.” Yuki takes off one of her socks, dropping it onto the pile of clothes I left.

“D.”

“Try again.” As Yuki takes off her other sock, I realise something. “You know, if you're just going to run down the alphabet, you will lose pretty soon. Think harder.”

“Hm… S.”

“There you go.” As—–a—-

“T.”

As—–at—

“N.”

“Yep.” As—–at–n

A moment later realisation flashes over Yuki's face as she hastily continues. “I and O.”

“Good call.” As—-iation I guess once you see it, the ending is a bit of a giveaway.

Yuki studies the blackboard for several moments, briefly looking she has something, before shaking her head. “E?”

“Nope.” Yuki takes a few seconds to completely take off her pretty light blue dress, revealing a simple white bra and panties.

“U.”

“'U' 'r' gonna hang if you continue like this.” Yuki sticks out her tongue at me making the same lame pun she did, before unhooking her bra and dropping it to reveal her slightly, but already distinctly, budding breasts.

“Y.”

“Correct.” As–y-iation

Yuki raises an eyebrow at the combination of letters, seeming kinda stumped. “L?”

“Nope.”

Yuki steps out of her panties before doing a slow twirl, showing off the slight womanly curve of her hips and her still completely smooth pussy. “Like what you see?”

I guess the fact that I'm hard again kinda tells as much, but “Yeah, you look pretty good, but you'd look even better sitting at my desk finishing my maths homework.”

“Not in my life.” Yuki sticks out her tongue again, undercutting her overly dramatic words. “And don't be such a bore.. R.”

“Still no.” As Yuki steps onto the chair, I suddenly get an idea. “Hey, if you do lose and get hanged, should I give you …um, what's the girl equivalent of a blowjob?”

“I think that'd be called 'eating me out' or something like that. Not sure how that works, though.” After thinking for a moment, Yuki continues. “But what you can do is fuck my pussy with a toy.” She points towards some plastic boxes lined up in front of her shelf. “…No, one more to the right. …There, that brush”

At first glance the brush looks perfectly innocuous, but after a moment, I realise the distinctly phallic shape of its lengthy handle and precisely the use Yuki has for it. “Don't worry, I wash it every time.” She adds, and I pick it up, just placing it on the pile of clothes for the moment. “It's really simple. You just need to thrust it back and forth inside me like, well, like someone fucking me. Maybe lick it a bit first so it gets wet and goes in easier. …What?” She asks at my dubious expression. “I said I cleaned it. And I was gonna take you in my mouth directly, so is that really too much to ask?”

“…Guess not, sorry. But you're not hanging yet, let's keep going.”

“Yeah, and I'm not going to. K.”

“Yes, you are.” I shake my head. “One last shot.”

Yuki places the noose around her neck and pulls it somewhat tight with only a minor hint of trepidation, but then takes several moments to think, chewing on her lower lip before answering. “…P?”

“Yeah.” Asp-y-iation

Looks like Yuki still isn't seeing it, meaning she's left with pure chance, and the odds are distinctly against her. …A fact that her expression shows she's well aware of, but instead of guessing around forever she just takes the chance. “V.” …and fails.

“Nope. You lose.”

“Aw, too bad.” Yuki doesn't seem particularly bothered by the prospect of slowly hanging to death as she places her feet right on the edge of the chair, though I guess right in that moment, neither was I. “You wanna pull the chair away and drop me?”

“Why? Getting cold feet?”

“Not really, but, I don't know…” Yuki starts fidgeting with her fingers “It's like, I don't wanna die from killing myself, I'd rather be executed, if you know what I mean.”

…I guess I can kinda see her point, even though she willingly agreed to this and is now telling me to kill her, so I don't know if that actually counts as a difference, but whatever. “Sure.” I step closer to reach for the side of the chair. “Any last words and stuff?”

“Um… Bye, Kouta, and tell Mum and Dad bye from me too.” I nod and Yuki continues after a moment. “Also fuck me hard, if you don't make me cum before I die, I'm gonna be mad. …Okay, now you can hang me.” Seeming quite content with her last words – and I guess those were decent enough – Yuki waits with bated breath as I grip the side of the chair, and then pull it away from under her feet in one swift motion.

Like I'd thought, Yuki only falls a handful of centimetres before the noose tightens around her neck, and after a few moments she starts gasping and squirming. I quickly place the chair to the side and pick up the brush, and after a moment's hesitation take the handle halfway into my mouth and lick it to cover it with a bunch of my saliva; it seems a little gross and really messy to me, but it's what Yuki asked for, I guess. Yuki looks at me with an expectant expression, raising her legs and spreading them as I reach up to press the tip of the brush between her labia, and drawing in a sharp breath as second later it easily slides almost all the way into her pussy.

I'm not entirely sure how to do this, but I've got a rough idea at least, so I start thrusting the brush back and forth inside Yuki's pussy, and it looks like I'm on the right track, as after a little bit, her gasps take on a more rhythmic quality, the pleasure distinctly visible on her face. As is the pain, though, as her hands ineffectually try to grasp at the noose around her neck, her whole body twisting and squirming in agony, even if she manages to keep her legs relatively still aside from minor jerks and twitches, in her best effort not to hit me in the face.

Not very surprisingly, I notice myself getting completely hard again from watching Yuki's naked struggles, or just from the fact that I'm fucking her like this, and I start absent-mindedly jerking myself off, still intently focused on pleasuring Yuki. Her choking gasps distinctly audible by now, Yuki is doing a pretty decent job of controlling herself, but as I continue fucking her with the brush, varying the speed and angle a little bit while trying to gauge her reactions, of all things I slowly feel my arm grow tired and heavy.

I'm not sure how much longer Yuki is gonna take to cum, nor how long my endurance is gonna last, so instead I briefly pause, just holding the brush inside Yuki while my other hand pulls up the chair again, Yuki's questioning expression turning to realisation as I climb onto it, before continuing to fuck her (and jerk myself off), with much less trouble. And just as a bonus, I'm almost eye-level with Yuki now, getting a much better look at her reddened face, her expression showing both pain and pleasure, and a bit of drool running from the side of her mouth.

Briefly taking my hand off my dick, I grope Yuki's budding breasts, their flesh feeling a little different and pretty firm, and her nipple completely hard, so I play with it between my fingers for a few moments, gently rubbing and squeezing it. When Yuki reacts with a strained smile and a nod, I return to jerking off with my hand, leaning forward to start licking and sucking her nipple instead, after few moments realising I can faintly feel her chest heaving and her racing heartbeat through my lips; that's actually pretty hot, and I start jerking off even faster, before catching myself after a little bit and slowing down again, I wanna make Yuki cum first.

As I pull back a good handful of seconds later, it seems like Yuki's struggles have passed their peak, and even as she's still kicking and flailing her movements are slowly losing strength and a few tears are running down her cheeks. So I start fucking her faster and harder to make sure she cums in time, and after a few seconds as I look up, Yuki locks eyes with me, and I return her gaze, her large brown eyes, and her whole expression reflecting a downright captivating mixture of emotions: The obvious pain of course, but also pleasure, and …gratitude, I think, for going along with her flight of fancy I guess.

It only takes a little bit longer, Yuki's gaze still locked with mine as her body continues gasping, thrashing and squirming, before she finally cums, as evidenced by her expression, her moans even as they're mostly reduced to gasps, her whole body clenching and shivering almost rhythmically, and the juice dripping from her pussy, covering the brush and some getting on my fingers too. As I continue fucking Yuki with the brush, I stop holding myself back, and while she's still shivering and moaning in the middle of her orgasm, I cum too.

Similarly clenching and half-gasping, half-moaning, I shoot my load, some of the cum just getting onto my fingers or landing on the floor, but most of it splatters against Yuki's thigh and lower abdomen, barely centimetres away from her pussy. At the unexpected sensation she looks down, but upon realising what it is, just grins at me, so I guess she doesn't mind at all. I continue fucking Yuki, gradually slowing down, until it looks like her orgasm is completely finished and she returns to her struggles, if distinctly weaker by this point, as I pull the – pretty wet – brush out of her pussy and just drop it onto the clothes pile.

Forcing down her struggles for a moment, Yuki tries to speak, managing a raspy “Th… Thanks.” In between gasps, and I return a smile.

“You're welcome.” Looking down at my hands both covered in a bit of a sticky mess, I suddenly get an idea, holding up my left, that I was holding the brush with so it got Yuki's juices all over it, and demonstratively licking the middle and index fingers to kinda, sorta, clean them; Yuki's juices taste faintly sweet and a bit salty, plus some other taste I can't place at all. As I reach towards Yuki's face with the other hand, a few white bits of my cum visible on my fingers, she quickly understands, opening her mouth and letting me push two fingers half inside it, before similarly licking and sucking them clean.

“Thanks for that.” I pull out my fingers a few moments later, and Yuki licks her lips, even if the desired sexy effect is slightly undercut by her deeply red, pained face and the drool that was trickling from the side of her mouth now evenly smeared across her chin instead. I just thought it would be funny for each of us to lick up the other's mess, but it actually turned out pretty hot, especially considering that this means that Yuki's last 'meal', or at least the last thing she's ever gonna taste, was a bit of my cum. Neat.

A loud gasp from Yuki pulls me out of my brief distraction; her struggles are continuing to weaken, and I'm pretty sure she's not gonna last much longer, but there's one more thing I wanna do. I quickly hop off the chair and return to the blackboard, filling in the missing letters.

Asphyxiation

Yuki takes a few seconds to register it, but once she does, realisation flashes over her face and she manages a grin, before mouthing what looks like 'well played' to me.

“Well played you too. You almost had me. Bye, Yuki.” Now all that's left is to wait for her to die, but as I thought, it doesn't take much longer, Yuki's frantic gasps and kicks dying down until she goes limp with one last sigh hardly a minute later. Her body continuing to twitch and shudder for a bit longer, she pees herself, urine running down her thighs and dripping onto the carpet below – prompting me to quickly push the pile of clothes out of harm's way with my foot – before she's completely still.

I observe Yuki's slightly swaying body for a moment longer, her crotch and the area around it covered in several …fluids, and despite the signs of distress showing on her face, her expression looks pretty content with this outcome. …I'm not actually sure what to do with the body, though. No one else is home right now, so I guess it's no big deal if I just leave her hanging for the time being until Mum comes home and I can ask her.

Picking out my clothes from the pile on the floor, I walk past Yuki's body, heading back to my room, when suddenly the realisation hits me. “Hang on, how is she supposed to do my homework now?”

>>20990

I just kinda wonder why I didn't make the connection for this premise way sooner. It's another 'casual snuff' sort of story in the general vein of Aoi Hikari; a setting where the characters simply see nothing wrong, tragic or noteworthy in risking your life/dying for the sake of a game (or just for fun), and with mostly the same approach to sex too.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed, feedback/criticism is always appreciated.

>>20990
This is amazing. Thanks you so much for this story! I love the idea of kids snuffing themselves or each other for entertainment.

>>20997
Thanks. There's really not enough casual consensual guro out there, much less featuring younger characters. I've got a few stories with that kind of subject in my first thread, and more in the works. (And I'm always open to interesting ideas/suggestions too).

I love your stories!

I hope this isn't rude or pushy but may I ask for a fic of Pan from Dragonball GT losing a fight and being raped and strangled?

In honor of the new One Piece series coming up on Netflix, specifically Emily Rudd, who is playing Nami and on whom I have a massive crush, I would love a story in which Nami and Robin are taken by a crew of all female pirates and stripped nude to be hanged together from painful, thin nooses. They struggle for an excruciating period of time, being the defiant heroes they are, hoping for a rescue which never comes, even as their last spasms are fading away.

Also, thanks again for those stories of those girls, Misha and Alexa from years ago. (Yeah, that was me)

What if Clover of Totally Spies had an auto erotic accident and was unable to save herself (maybe she orgasmed so hard her legs went numb and panicked? Or when she tries to stand up she slips in her orgasm juice?)

During the darkest times, witchcraft was a serious matter and anyone who was recognized guilty was mercilessely executed.
To the young Anna, all of this felt distant, until the day she had to face to cruel reality. She had done nothing wrong, or so she thought, by playing with a book in the forest, but to the very religious people of her little town, it was seen as witchcraft. Despite being only 10, she was violently taken to a tribunal that condemned her within a few hours. Even her parent didn't defend her, as their only thought was that they had given birth to a witch, a creature of the devil itself. She was to be hanged this very day.
As soon as she was condemned, her hands were tied behing her back with rope and she was taken to the center of the village. There standed the gallows, and as she get closer she could see a dangling noose waiting for her.
Even if she was young, Anna understood what death was and therefore was terrified. She cried and cried, but no one would come to help or pity her. Once she get to the plateform, she was made to stand on a little stool, and the executionner gently put the big and sturdy rope noose around her neck, before tightening it. If the people had cared, it would have feeled pityful to see such a big rope around such a tiny neck. She was barely standing and kept crying, while her so called "sin" was once again told to the people by the executionner. Hanging someone isn't that much of a pleasure for them, but having one less witch always felt good. The young girl tried to free her hands but it was no use, they were well bounded behing her back. She even tried to beg for her life quietly to the one who was designed to kill her, but her pleas remained unanswered as he kicked the stool away.
She soon began to struggle and dance on the noose, but it was no use. Sadly for her, she was too young and therefore too light, so she wouldn't be able to die fast. Furthermore her struggle to grasp air only made her agony longer, and she suffocated for endless minutes. In her head, she begged for anyone to save her, to release her from the pain. She begged her father, she begged her mother, but the only sounds that she could produce were ones of struggle and suffering. Finally her movements started to get slower, and life left her body. Her face was distorded by the pain, but to the people watching, she was just a witch and deserved what had happened to her.
Anna was not the last young girl to be hanged cruelly. Many girls, whatever their age, were often hanged there for almost not reason.
The very same day, Ines and Margareth, two 15-years-old girls were condemened the same way. They loved each other, but their love was seen as witchcraft all the same, and soon they were put under the gallows. Despite their pleas and tears, ropes were mercilessely put and tighten around their neck, and their stools kicked away. They hadn't even been able to say goodbye to each other.
This cruel cycle went on and on for decades, until witches became a thing of the past…

Can you please make a story of a sadistic executioner lady garroting a magically sealed Lina Inverse who was framed for murder, all the while the family of the person Lina supposedly killed cheer the lady executioner on?"

>>24823
…but all of them underestimated her. They think they tricked Lina, overpowered her, but the truth is, even now she could break the seal if she wanted to… and they'll never find out.

>>24825

Considering the original request was she was framed for murder I don't think that addition would fit, it should be unwilling and her struggling.

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WTF you guys are going necromancing the old forgotten thread and posting some strange stuff there?

It is kind of a mix of commentary and being hot when in fics someone is falsely executed for a crime they didn't commit.

Also this thread isn't really dead if people are replying to it.

May I ask for a fic of a sadistic lady serial killer strangling and molesting Jade of Jackie Chan Adventures please?

May I ask for one where the Totally Spies girls are executed via garroting for espionage by an executioner lady who is on her first day, a lady who decides to have fun with them as she kills them?

>>24830
Depends on your kink. Maybe being framed for murder is something she suddenly finds she's into ;)

I wonder how you'd handle Rouge being executed as a spy…would she get hanged or garroted?

>>24988
Unfortunately, I am neither into non-consensual stories nor familiar with the setting, so I can't enjoy this particular story, but it's still nice to have you back. Maybe there's still hope for gurochan after all!

I love your work

>>20990

a really great story