>>5896
Looks like the formatting worked, what do you know.

This is very much a 'short story' not only in length, but also in structure. Next to no information about the girls nor their killer is given, because it's simply not relevant to the story. I don't even know any of that stuff myself.

I do have some more stuff finished or in progress, but I'm not gonna bother posting them if no one reads this, so do let know what you think, and maybe even what you'd like to see (making absolutely no promises, though).

I have neither the skill nor the energy for a detailed critique, so I'll just say one thing: I like this story. Good work.

That story was great » saved.
Please follow up with more, as implied by the thread title. I will be eagerly awaiting anything and everything you will post. Hanging and f/f are my favorite fetishes.

Great story there. :)

I definitely hope you'll give us more. :D

I'm glad people are enjoying this, have some more.

Déjà Vu [Overwatch, hanging, non-lethal, non-con]

Uuh... What happened? Tracer opened her eyes to find herself looking at a bare white wall, an equally bare floor and a ceiling lit by bright neon lights; the whole room was empty, and looked awfully sterile. Not too unlike a hospital room, except she appeared to be standing on a stool of some sort instead of lying in a comfy bed. Where...?

“You're awake.” That voice! The woman formerly known as Amélie Lacroix, but now only bearing the moniker 'Widowmaker' stepped into Tracer's view with a content smile. “Bonjour, Tracer. Or should I say 'Lena'?”

How did she- Tracer reflexively reached for her pulse pistols, but as her hands gripped nothing she realized she wasn't wearing her pair of leg holsters, and in fact nothing at all but her chronal accelerator. “Hey!” Tracer covered her breasts with one hand and her crotch with the other, shooting a glare at Widowmaker's bemused expression at Tracer's embarrassment.

“What's going on here?” Tracer demanded and motioned to step of the stool she was standing on, but paused when Widowmaker shook her head, indicating her neck with a hand.

“What the hell?!” There was a rope tied around her neck in a noose leading upwards; it wasn't completely tight, but didn't give much slack when Tracer tugged at it either. Had she stepped of that stool, she'd probably hanged herself. “Let me go!”

“I'm afraid that's not an option, chérie. Because of your interference my target got away.” Mondatta was safe? That was great news. “Oh, don't you smile about that.” For an allegedly emotionless killer Widowmaker sounded rather pissed. “I'm very patient, so I will get another chance eventually, and the next time you won't be interfering.”

“Oh yeah!? How about you let me down and we fight this out fair and square?” Tracer knew she wasn't the most intimidating person as-is, and covering herself while standing on a stool naked and with a noose around her neck was not really helping.

Widowmaker just chuckled before bluntly answering. “No. Instead you and I are going to have some fun.” This was bad, whatever she was thinking of was sure to not be fun for Tracer in the slightest. However Widowmaker was standing rather close to Tracer, and if she could land a kick or two against her head, she'd be able to knock out the sniper, then get this thing off her neck and get away from here – wherever 'here' was –, she just had to slow down time for a moment and-

“That won't work, love.” Widowmaker stepped closer to Tracer, brushing her fingers against her thigh and she flinched away, almost falling off the stool. But true to her word, when Tracer tried to activate her accelerator with a mental command, nothing happened.

“See?” Widowmaker commented at Tracer's surprise “Your... condition and abilities are most peculiar, non? Our engineers wanted to take that harness off you and take it apart, but who knows where – or when – you would have ended up then, so I made them let you keep it.”

Widowmaker slowly walked around Tracer as she continued, briefly squeezing her naked butt and eliciting a rather undignified squeak “However we did find and disable the direct neural interface.” She came to a stop in front of Tracer, producing a small black device. “Instead, we can control it with this handy remote now. Behold.”

Widowmaker took a few steps away from Tracer before pressing a button on the device and with a low hum her accelerator activated, sending a brief pulse like the feeling of electricity washing over her as Widowmaker's movements slowed to a crawl. The subtle difference she felt with every small motion, and even her breath, as the air around her – but not the one inside her airways – was effectively slowed too, told Tracer this wasn't a trick either; almost subconsciously she gauged her factor of acceleration at around times 20, well within safe parameters.

However before Tracer could make any use of her sped-up state, reality reverted to normal speed as Widowmaker tapped another button, then looked at her with a smirk. “So what?” Tracer shot back “That just means Winston needs to work on a better encryption. What are you gonna do?”

“Like I said, ma chérie.” Widowmaker ran a finger along the side of Tracer's ribcage and her breast, and she shivered at both the unwelcome touch and the woman's unnaturally cold skin. “We. Are going to have some fun.”

“What-” Tracer started, but she was interrupted by Widowmaker suddenly kicking away the stool beneath her feet and she dropped only a few centimeters before her fall was stopped by the rope around her neck jerking taut, cutting off her words into a choked gasp. “!..”

The relatively thin rope painfully dug into Tracer's neck, and as soon as she'd fully realized just what was happening her hands desperately clawed and reached for the noose, trying to free herself, but to no avail. Tracer's leg involuntarily started kicking, her flailing making her start gently swaying and Widowmaker took a step backwards to observe her handiwork.

“N-no...” Tracer barely managed to vocalize between gasps as her head began to pound and she could clearly hear her own frantic heartbeat. After several more seconds, that felt like torturous hours to her, Tracer's lungs started burning from the lack of oxygen and a diffuse pain crept all over her body as a red haze seemed to begin clouding her vision.

“P-lea...se... Krgh!” The pain was worse than anything Tracer had ever even imagined, much less experienced, even though she had seen a lot of combat in her life, and been shot at more often than she cared to keep track of. But her suffering right now not only beat all of that, but even her worst nightmares, and Widowmaker was just standing there smiling, not showing any inclination to let Tracer down.

Was this really how it was going to end? Tracer frantically fought against the rope mercilessly sucking out her life. This couldn't be right, could it? If anything, she should have been killed in action like some of the other Overwatch members, fighting the good fight. Though of course she would have preferred making it through all of this alive, maybe even settling down and starting a family somewhere down the line. Definitely not murdered like this in some random terrorist hideout.

Tracer's choking and gasping intensified as she continued struggling, her pain getting worse and worse even though she'd thought it already was as bad as it could be. She just hoped Overwatch had already located her and right about now Winston or Reinhardt were kicking in the door of the hideout to come to her rescue, because she wouldn't last much longer.

As Widowmaker noticed Tracer's struggles slowly starting to get weaker she took out the remote for her chronal accelerator again and tapped a series of buttons with a sadistic smile. Huh? Even through the haze surrounding her senses Tracer was confused. What was the point of-

With a hum the accelerator spun up and Tracer felt the electric sensation followed by the familiar tugging around her midsection as the world around her briefly turned into a blur, her personal time rewinding. There was a safe limit on how long she could go back hardwired into the accelerator, so when Tracer returned to the normal timestream, she knew her body had reverted by 18 seconds at most. But her physical location hadn't changed and-

The rope still around Tracer's neck cut into her flesh again, and even though, thanks to her rewinding, the pain in her head and lungs had slightly lessened, it still hurt like hell, and kept increasing again with every moment she was hanging.

Turning her own ability against her just to increase her suffering, as if hanging her to death wasn't enough already. As Tracer resumed her struggle against the rope and gravity, a small part of her had to admire the cruel creativity in this. However all the rest of her really could think about was her incredible pain, and how Widowmaker and whoever else responsible for this were absolutely reprehensible and just evil.

Suddenly her accelerator activated again, and Tracer rewound once more, gaining only the briefest of reprieves as she was moving through temporal limbo before her torture and flailing resumed.

Even if technically Tracer was suffering the same pain over and over, it felt even worse every time, probably because her mind remembered even the torture that had been undone to her body. Why was Widowmaker doing this to her? How could anyone ever want to inflict this sort of pain on another feeling human (or Omnic) being? Tracer could just not comprehend it.

“W-why...” She managed to ask, but instead of answering, Widowmaker just smiled at her and pressed the remote again, and Tracer was rewound again, still hanging in the exact same place with her body 18 seconds younger and less tortured, but her mind remembering all of it, the throbbing in her head and the searing pain in her chest almost familiar by now.

Even though she knew it was futile Tracer's legs kept kicking, reaching for ground they'd never find, and her hands alternated between clawing at the rope around her neck and just thrashing about. The pain just kept getting worse, far beyond what should ever be possible to inflict on a feeling being, and Tracer was almost to the point she didn't even care if she died, as long as it meant her suffering would end.

Instead Widowmaker made her rewind again, and as her body repeated the same pointless struggle over and over, realization slowly dawned on Tracer, and true enough, after several more seconds of suffering she rewound once more.

This time Tracer forced her mind to focus through the haze of pain, counting the seconds. ...Seventeen ...Eighteen. Rewind again. Yes, she wasn't ever going to die, Widowmaker was literally forcing her into a loop, her body suffering through the same 18 seconds again and again, ad infinitum.

No! Anything but that! “S-sto...p.” But Widowmaker ignored Tracer's pleas, mercilessly returning her body to its previous state once more, letting her suffering continue.

As she dropped out of temporal limbo and into the rope again, Tracer's eyes started tearing up and even through her gasps and spasms she started sobbing. This was hell. Her own, personalized hell, even if she was sure she'd never done anything to warrant this sort of thing happening to her, and she in fact couldn't think of anyone who could ever commit anything to deserve this sort of suffering.

Tracer rewound again. ...Except maybe the people inflicting it on her right now, but probably not even them. Nobody deserved this. So why her? Tracer had always been one of the good guys, so why did she have to endure this ordeal now? Why, why, why?

Suddenly Widowmaker put a finger against her ear, no doubt activating a radio. “Oui? ...Understood. ...On my way.” She turned to Tracer “I'm afraid I will have to leave you for a moment, something important came up. But don't worry, chérie, you're not going anywhere.” She briefly paused to press the remote and make Tracer rewind again.

“In fact, I'll leave you this toy here.” Widowmaker pressed several buttons on the remote before placing it on the ground. “Set to infinite loop, so you'll have enough fun until I get back.” She blew Tracer a kiss before turning to leave. “Au revoir.”

Was she really just going to leave her just like that? Then again, it wasn't as if Tracer could actually do anything other than helplessly dangle and suffer through the same 18 seconds over and over again.

Tracer rewound again. Even though her mind knew it was completely pointless, her body kept violently struggling, longing for even the smallest illusion of relief.

Tracer rewound again. Please... Help...

Tracer rewound again. Someone, anyone, just make it stop!

After several more rewinds, the pain was so overwhelming that Tracer lost control of her bladder and she soiled herself, feeling the urine running down her legs and dripping to the floor.

Tracer rewound again. Please, just let me die!

Tracer rewound again...

>>5926

I'm sure I messed up one set of italics somewhere^^

No real yuri this time around (safe for WM molesting Tracer a little), but I just found the idea quite interesting. This was inspired by a piece of art by m0zg. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to upload images on /lit/, so go here: https://www.gurochan.cx/art/res/98.html#10985 for the pic. I did go without the 'looped orgasm' bit, because I feel it would have felt too similar to the previous story.

As can be inferred, this is set after that one animated trailer (“Alive”, I believe it was called), except that instead of killing that Omnic, WM is successfully distracted by Tracer, and so ends up capturing her instead.

Not much else to say, enjoy, and let me know what you think.

>>5926

And because I'm feeling nice today and I actually quite like Tracer

Epilogue

Mercy pushed open another door, quickly securing the room with her blaster. Empty. Keep moving, next room. Nothing. She kept hurrying down the corridor, checking every room only to find them all empty.

She had to find Tracer. Winston and Reinhardt were in the center of the complex raising a massive racket to draw as many enemies as possible, while Mercy and Genji were to quickly locate and rescue Tracer – unsuccessfully so far.

Another room. Empty. Another-

“Mein Gott! Lena!” Tracer was there, naked except for her chronal accelerator, and hanging from a noose around her neck, kicking and gasping. In dashing forward Mercy emptied her sidearm onto the hook anchoring the rope, then caught Tracer in her arms. “I'm here, I'm here. Alles wird gut.” Mercy comforted Tracer, lapsing into her native language “You'll be alright.” Das war knapp. Just minutes later, and...

Mercy activated her diagnostics tool when suddenly Tracer flickered blue and vanished, reappearing in the air where she'd just been hanging, but without the rope to hold her immediately dropped down and Mercy just barely managed to catch Tracer before she hit the ground. Was war das... “What just happened?”

“Re..mote...” Tracer stammered between coughs, weakly pointing towards a small black object lying on the ground. Had Tracer's accelerator been compromised? Mercy picked up the device, but she couldn't make heads or tails of the unlabeled buttons, so after a moment of thought just dropped it to the floor and crushed it with her heel.

As she held Tracer, softly speaking to her as her coughing subsided, Mercy wondered what had been the point of forcing Tracer to rewind like this, possibly over and over again, and after a few moments realization hit her. She hadn't been just in time, because Tracer had been on the verge of death for who knew how long, possibly hours. “Was zum Teufel!?

Tracer flinched at the sudden outburst and Mercy pulled her into a comforting hug, even through her suit becoming painfully aware not only of the younger woman's nakedness, but also of her shivering. “Poor girl.” Wie kann jemand nur so etwas tun?

Of course her Valkyrie suit was extremely helpful for both combat and healing, but it also meant Mercy didn't have a jacket or coat with her she could have given Tracer, so after thinking for a moment, she pulled out a compressed thermal blanket from a pocket and unfolded it to drape it over Tracer's shoulders, at least somewhat covering her nudity.

Mercy's diagnostic scan confirmed her suspicions that thanks to Tracer's rewinding, there wasn't much physical damage, though she would of course run a full check later to be sure, but she couldn't tell about the mental effects this sort of torture might have caused. The smaller woman was a wreck, her face smudged with tears, her hair a mess, and she was half clinging to Mercy. But they would have to deal with this later, right now they had to get away first.

“Los, komm. Winston is here, Lena, let's get you out of here.” With a weak nod Tracer followed Mercy as she activated her comm. “Winston, it's Angela. I found Tracer. She's... alive. ...No, don't worry, she's not hurt.” Physically. “...It's just- look, I'll explain later, we need to leave right now. ...Verstanden. On our way.”

“Come on, Lena.” Mercy took Tracer's hand, speeding up her step and noticing just how much of a toll her ordeal had taken on Tracer; normally the young woman would have made a quip and then ran ahead, forcing Mercy to keep up, but now the poor girl was rather jumpy and almost cowering behind Mercy as she made her way back to the entrance of the hideout.

Mercy shuddered at the mere thought of what the usually so cheerful woman must have suffered through. Wie barbarisch. This seemed like the perfect recipe to give someone PTSD, she just hoped Tracer would recover eventually, and despite herself, Mercy found herself really wishing someone would blow this place – and this whole organization, for that matter – up into rubble. Maybe she would try to locate this 'Junkrat' that had recently been on the news and make him a very lucrative offer for his services. But that would come a lot later, first things first. “Let's get the hell out of this verdammtem place.”

>>5928

Not so much /g/ this bit, but it's part of the story nonetheless.

All of Mercy's German is perfectly correct and appropriate (I would know, I'm a native speaker), though, like in the game, she's speaking pretty clean High German instead of some Swiss dialect/accent.

I have multiple more ideas started/outlined, but I noticed I'm a lot better at putting ideas into words than coming up with said ideas, so I'm always open for suggestions/ideas.

Feel free to give me whatever prompts/suggestions you may have. I'm not going to do anything involving m/m (and probably no males at all) or scat, but all kinds of messy torture of attractive girls are fair game. Also preferably stuff for short stories of one or a few scenes, not 10.000 word epics (unless the idea is great and the outline is very good, and even then it will take a while). And of course I'm not giving any promises, but I will try.

Also I'm trying out something a little different, and for that I need a bunch of characters to execute by hanging. Of course I can just randomly toss some together, but coming up with names and stuff I'm content with and without feeling I'm repeating myself is actually rather hard.

So I figured I could leave this up to anyone reading this. Put your OC, random character, yourself (I hear some people are into that sort of thing) or whomever else here, and I'll try to fit them in. They should be more or less human females, and I need the following data:

NAME: (last name, given name, and if you want, an 8-digit ID, if not I'll give them one at random)

AGE:
HEIGHT:

WEIGHT: (both in metric, please)

CHEST: (as in, A-cups, B-cups, etc)
HAIR/EYES: (color each, as well as minor notes such as dyed hair, glasses and similar)
As well as any other details like last words, how they act during the hanging, and similar, which I might use, but I don't want to promise anything.

Well, interesting Overwatch story there. :)

Will need to see if I can come up with something for your mass hanging story.

In the meantime, if you're taking requests, do you think you could do a hanging story with Lunamaria Hawke from Gundam Seed Destiny? I'd prefer it to be consensual, or at least semi-con. f/f action with her sister Meyrin would be alright, but is entirely optional - you could even hang Meyrin, as well (again, con or semi-con preferred), but again, that part is entirely optional.

>>5936

No offense, but "do a story" is about as unhelpful and unspecific a prompt as it gets. Sure, I can look up the characters (I haven't watched Gundam Seed Destiny) and come up with something, but there's a chance it would turn out kinda generic.

Instead I could greatly use a handful of bullet points with a few details: An extremely short summary of their personalities (like the 3 biggest traits or something). The setting/location. The motivation: Is it a plain suicide (and if so, why?), a kinky adventure gone wrong, or a kinky adventure gone right, going 'all the way'? Something else entirely? Maybe a brief scenario (like one commits suicide, and the other walks in on her/finds the body and gets off of that, before following suit).
That's about the caliber of information that would be ideal for me to work with.

On a side note, what exactly constitutes 'semi-con'? The both extremes are readily apparent, but I can't quite imagine a middle ground. Even in regards to sex, either it's rape or it's not, there's no 'kind-of' rape (that I know of). Could you maybe give some examples that you consider semi-con?

Also I was simply asking for characters for that other story, no one said anything about a mass hanging lol

I'll see if I can come up with some decent summary points.

As for my distinction between con and semi-con:

Con means the victim is fully willing, even eager, to die.

Semi-con means that the victim is... reluctant (fear, nerves, what have you), but does nothing to resist her fate.

Also, Wiki Articles on Luna and Meyrin, to give you a head start on researching them:

http://gundam.wikia.com/wiki/Lunamaria_Hawke

http://gundam.wikia.com/wiki/Meyrin_Hawke

I'll see about coming up with setting and motivation ASAP. :)

OK, I think I have a bit of an idea for you. Actually, a couple of different ideas.

OK, now, first idea:

Setting/Location: The ruins of a destroyed city, in a relatively intact apartment building.

Basic Motivation: Suicide

Scenario: A global war almost completely destroyed human civilization. Luna and Meyrin are the only survivors (at least, they've never encountered anyone else), and as they finally run out of food, they decide to hang themselves to death rather than slowly die of starvation.

***

Here's the second idea:

Setting/Location: An apartment or condo somewhere, not sure where.

Motivation: Kinky adventure gone right, going 'all the way'

***

Think you could do either of those ideas?

By the way, definitely hopeful you can get at least one of those ideas done today (July 2), if you like them - would make for a fun birthday present. :)

>>5952

Idk what time zone you're in, so maybe it still is July 2nd for you (if you're in the US, it should, but for me it's not anymore by like 1½ hours), so maybe the present is in time, and if not it's just slightly late *shrug* I was away for most of the day and I'm kind of tired by now, so I hope my writing didn't suffer from it too much.

Well, regardless, here you go:

Forsaken [Gundam Seed Destiny, suicide, hanging, (semi-)con]

The wind was howling across the barren wasteland.

“Luna, I'm hungry.”

“I know. So am I. But there's a city that way, I'm sure we can reach it before the night, and there's bound to be some food there somewhere.” At least Lunamaria really, really hoped there was, because if not, she and Meyrin would be in some deep shit. “You know, it's really not that far, I can carry you.”

The younger girl was about to protest, but just in that moment she staggered and Lunamaria just barely caught her before she could fall. “Well, okay. But I don't want you wasting all your energy either.” “I'll be fine. Up you go.” As Lunamaria took Meyrin on her shoulders she was alarmed at how light her younger sister was. Growing up in microgravity, neither of them had either been particularly massive, but by now Meyrin seemed to consist only of skin and bone. Not that Lunamaria was in a much better shape, but there was no way she'd ever admit that, especially not as long as her sister needed food even more, hopefully they'd find something to eat once they reached the city.

“Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit!” Lunamaria kept hammering her fist against the wall, not caring she was tearing open her skin on the rough concrete. How the fuck could they not find any food in this whole godforsaken ghost town? She and Meyrin had split up to scavenge for anything edible, searching deep into the night, but found literally nothing. Every single house that wasn't a pile of rubble was either burned out or had been completely emptied, the best they saw were some charred remains of packages. But no food whatsoever. With a cry Lunamaria sank to her knees, shouting her rage and frustration against the uncaring black sky and howling winds.

“Come on, Luna.” Meyrin placed her hand on her sister's shoulder. “I'll be fine for the night-” Just at that moment she was cut off by a cough that had been steadily worsening the last few days, belying her claims, but she quickly continued “and I'm sure tomorrow when there's light again we'll find something we missed. Let's look for a place to rest.” Lunamaria didn't really believe that, but taking a break for a few hours would still be better than fumbling around in the dark. “Well, okay.”

As usual they searched out the highest spot they could find, this time the tenth or so floor of a ruined apartment building, to get a good vantage point, just in case there were any other humans around – even though they hadn't seen anyone so far, but hardly any bodies either. As Lunamaria made a small fire she noticed their supplies for that were getting low too, but it was not like it'd even matter if they didn't find food soon. “Alright, go to sleep Meyrin, I'll take first watch.” “Okay. And don't worry sis, I'm sure we'll find something to eat tomorrow. Good night.” “Night.”

Ultimately Lunamaria dozed off too, only to be awoken by Meyrin's voice. She quickly looked around, gripping for the iron crowbar she had appropriated as an improvised weapon, finding nothing out of the ordinary, and her sister still sleeping. But even in her sleep Meyrin was whimpering in pain, clutching her stomach and her face an expression of pure misery.

With a determined expression Lunamaria stood up. She was not going to let her little sister suffer like that, she would find something to end their hunger. One way or the other.

“Morning, Luna.” Meyrin woke up, calling Lunamaria from her half-sleep as well. “Huh, why didn't you wake me for my watch?” “Because-” Lunamaria was interrupted by a yawn “you needed the rest a lot more than I did. Come with me.”

“Hm?” Meyrin looked confused, but she followed Lunamaria into what had probably once been a living room, with a pair of nooses, one made from red rope – maybe once, in another lifetime a skipping rope – and the other from thinner plastic like a clothesline, suspended from the ceiling above two tall stacks of stones. “Luna, what is this about?”

Lunamaria took a deep breath. “Listen, Meyrin. I spent almost the whole night searching the city. And wanna know what I found? Nothing. Not only no food, but no bodies either, no wood, hardly any clothing. Only concrete, glass, metal and plastic. In other words, nothing organic, period. And you know what that means, don't you?”

“Devourer Swarms. But aren't they forbidden by the Alliance?” They indeed were. Swarms of airborne nanites carrying a hyper-potent oxidant that would attach to any organic matter and completely break it down. Their effects on a living human were imaginably harrowing, and so just like the nuclear bomb, they were unanimously banned on an international level after just a single use in a war. But apparently that had done little to stop their use this time around, just like the nuclear bomb.

“So what? You can bet they dumped them on the Alliance headquarters first. These things are the reason half of the town we were in before was completely empty, it was on the edge of the radius. I should've noticed sooner, now where right in the middle of it. That's- That's why... we should just end it now.”

“But, Luna-” “Meyrin, there's no way we're making it back out of the radius of the Devourers without any food. Much less find anything edible then. Look, if they used Devourer Swarms here, they probably used them all over the world, on top of all those nukes. Whatever so-called civilization we had is completely destroyed. We may in fact be the last humans left on this whole fucking planet. So, we are going to die either way. The question is just if we do it now, on our terms, or after days more of pain and hunger, weakly crawling towards something we'll never reach.”

“You... I guess you're right. And I think part of me felt this was how it was going to end for a while now. But still, isn't hanging like super painful?”

“No... Yes... Maybe. But only for a few minutes at most, and it's absolutely reliable. We don't really have many options. We could try jumping, but I don't think this building is high enough to be certain, and if the fall doesn't kill you I imagine it's gonna be really painful.”

Meyrin winced at the mere though of lying at the bottom of a skyscraper with her bones shattered and organs crushed, unable to move and every second filled with unimaginable pain, waiting for death to claim her. “That sounds even worse.”

“Exactly. But there's really nothing else here, so unless you think caving own or each others' skulls in with a concrete brick sounds less painful, hanging it is.”

After a short pause Meyrin nodded. “That's it, then. Now what?”

“We just do it. There's nothing to gain from waiting, is there? You go first, I'll help you.” Lunamaria took Meyrin's hand, leading the slightly hesitant girl to the thicker rope. She vaguely recalled reading somewhere that a thicker rope was better for a hanging because it hopefully would make everything end quicker, she didn't want her sister suffering any more.

As Lunamaria helped her onto the stack of stones and prepared to put the noose around her neck, Meyrin started crying. “Luna, I- I'm scared!”

“Ssshhh, it's okay. It'll all be over soon.” Lunamaria tried to comfort her sister as put the noose in place and pulled it tight.

“Let me down, Luna! I don't want to die! I-” Lunamaria abruptly pushed Meyrin forward, cutting short her pleas, then quickly kicked down the stones too just to be sure. As she walked around and stood in front of her sister, the hanging girl's face reflected equal parts pain and betrayal. I'm really sorry it had to be this way, sis. But everything will be over soon.

After a few moments, the pain seemed to take over and Meyrin began struggling, her legs thrashing around while her arms ineffectually tried to somehow loosen the noose around her neck. But of course there was no escape. Lunamaria stepped closer to her sister, catching one of her hands with her own and placing the other on the kicking girl's cheek. “I'm here, it's okay. Just give in and let it happen.”

Apparently Meyrin was still able to hear her, as she seemed to force down her movements and momentarily hung almost still, but then the pain grew too strong and she resumed fighting, even harder than before, breaking away from Lunamaria's hand and forcing her to step back, lest she get struck in the face.

Meyrin's face was contorted with pain and slowly turning blue, her tongue lolling out, and Lunamaria started to feel a twinge of doubt, but she knew this was still better than any alternative. Seeing her sister like this was almost physically painful for Lunamaria, but at least she could take solace in the fact that her suffering would end very soon, so the least she could do was force herself to not look away from Meyrin's increasingly violent struggle, so as to make sure the last thing she saw was her older sister being there for her.

It took several more minutes for Meyrin's movements to start to weaken, all the while producing desperate, hacking gasps, but Lunamaria endured the sight, even knowing she was next.

As Meyrin's struggles died down safe for minor twitches, Lunamaria approached her again and clasped both of her sister's hands into hers, forcing a smile even though she was tearing up at the same time. “You made it, sis. It's gonna be over any second now. See you on the other side.” If there was another side, and they even ended up in the same place.

Almost as if on cue with a final sigh Meyrin went completely limp, her eyes vacant and a dark, wet spot staining her skirt. It was over.

Lunamaria tore her gaze of her sister's lifeless form and slowly stepped onto the other pile of stones. Part of her was afraid of what was about to happen, Meyrin had looked like she'd been in massive pain at the end, but the larger part had already given up days ago, and now after seeing her little sister die right in front of her just wanted everything to end.

She placed the noose around her neck, but then paused when she looked out of the hole that had been the side wall and saw a truly stunning sunrise. The fiery orb seemed to fill the horizon, dyeing the whole sky and flooding the ruins and the wasteland below her in red light, casting infinitely long, jagged shadows.
Lunamaria couldn't even recall the last time she had seen the sun. After the war began, the sky had first been covered in ships and gunfire and smoke, but in the end only a cover of everlasting bleak clouds had been left, casting a perpetual twilight. So maybe it was just too fitting for her to end her suffering now, after getting to see the sun one final time.

Lunamaria took one last deep breath, then braced herself and kicked down the stones holding her weight.

As soon as her fall stopped, the thin rope cut deep into her skin, but Lunamaria's cry of pain was cut off by it constricting around her throat, leaving only a strangled gasp. She knew there was no way to stop the inevitable, so Lunamaria did her best to ignore the pain in her neck as well as the growing throbbing in her head and tried to relax her body.

Her willpower lasted about a minute before she got overwhelmed by the pain and her feet started reaching for the ground that wasn't there, while her hands began clawing at the rope, digging her nails into her neck and tearing open the skin. Lunamaria just hoped the thicker noose had been less painful for Meyrin, because this was a torture worse than anything she'd ever imagined.

And it kept getting worse. Lunamaria hadn't even thought that possible, but it did. The rational part of her brain knew it was futile, but the rest was just screaming for air, thrashing and fighting for every split second of reprieve, yet achieving nothing.

Slowly a burning sensation started building in Lunamaria's chest as the edges of her vision began to fade and the sound of her heartbeat filled her head. She hadn't payed close attention to how long Meyrin had lasted, but it didn't seem like it mattered, because every single second was a small eternity of pain.

As the hours of minutes dragged on, Lunamaria's head, lungs and neck were on fire, while everything else slowly went numb, and by the time her body run out of energy to fight, she barely felt her arms and legs stop moving.

Ultimately her vision darkened and her sensations faded, and Lunamaria had one final clear thought. Finally. Wherever you are now, Meyrin, wait for me, I'll be right with you.

And as her consciousness dimmed for good, the last thing Lunamaria saw the beautiful, yet ultimately uncaring burning eye of the rising sun.

Outside the wind was howling across the barren wasteland.

>>5953
>>5946

As per request/suggestion. I went with the first one because it was slightly more fleshed out and overall more interesting. I think Meyrin's bit is what counts as 'semi-con', is that about right?

I never watched Gundam (or at least not this one), so I have no idea how accurate I portrayed the characters. But I am pretty sure Devourer Swarms are not part of the Gundam canon. Instead they are a loose reference to the Oxygen Destroyer from the original Gojira (a.k.a. Godzilla) movie, born from the need to have a reason how there can be ruins left, but no food, nor other humans that could've scavenged the food, and I think it's a logical (for values of 'logic' approaching 'nanomachines') explanation.

The title is a reference to a song by Within Temptation, one of my favorite bands, that also evokes the imagery of a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

Same thing otherwise: Feel free to leave your opinions, feedback, (sufficiently detailed) suggestions, characters for this one thing I'm trying (see >>5930), etc, pp And thank you for reading.

It did come in time. Thanks. :)

I'll see if I can come up with more ideas/characters for you.

In the mean time, do you think you could share what franchises you are most familiar with? Would help me come up with character/story ideas if we had shared interest in at least a few franchises

How about Sansa and Arts from game of thrones get captured and brought before Cersei who sentences then to hang. As they standing on the gallows Sansa breaks down begging for here life while Arts remains defiant. As the executioner prepare to hang the he years the clothes off them and hangs Arya first causing Sansa to panic even more.

That was supposed to be Sansa and Arya, damn auto correct.

>>5958

A partial list includes various Final Fantasy (1,4,6,7,10,13 in particular I played through, the others I know to some extent), Overwatch, The Legend of Zelda, and probably a whole lot others that don't come to mind right now, don't have much in the way of characters (like Terraria), or I wouldn't feel comfortable brutally murdering the characters from for whatever reason. But I'm not limited to those and can at least try looking up whomever else.

Also a reminder that I can do more than just hangings (yes, despite the title), and I'll likely try something different next, because I fear there's only so many ways I can describe one before I feel like I'm repeating myself.

Gotcha.

I will say that I wouldn't mind an 'alternate ending' of sorts to Forsaken, where Luna unexpectedly finds herself getting aroused at her demise, and manages to die while feeling pleasure, even if Meyrin still feels nothing but pain.

And I'll see if I can come up with more characters/scenarios for you. :)

Though if you'd rather not hash out the exact same scenario just with a different ending, you could try a slightly different 'last ones to die' scenario.

In one of humanity's first attempts to colonize the stars, one of the initial colony ships suffered a malfunction and crashed on a barren world. Luna and Meyrin were the only two to survive the crash, and while they've managed to survive in the intact portions of the ship for at least a couple of years in hope of rescue, their supplies are finally running out, the life support is beginning to fail, and the only option left is to end their lives, choosing to hang to death rather than any other alternative.

Meyrin dies first (can be either reluctant or willing), and Luna finds herself aroused when the time comes for her own death, and she feels pleasure one last time as she dies.

That kind of idea work for you?

>>5976

If anything, I'm gonna make an 'alternate ending' sort of thing, just because it would save a bunch of time if I'm able to reuse the former part of the story. I will be getting around to this whenever I got time.

>>5959

I'm sorry, but I don't know Game of Thrones at all, and from your outline the story sounds like it'd be in-universe, so I doubt I could pull it off without sounding incredibly generic. My sis said she's gonna make me watch GoT during summer break, so I might revisit this at some point in the indeterminate future, but don't get your hopes up:(

That was a very lovely story, really enjoyed the Overwatch one in particular. If it wasn't too much trouble, would you mind trying a story with Arya Stark by any chance. ^^ If you don't know her I'm happy to provide some information.

That was a very lovely story, really enjoyed the Overwatch one in particular. If it wasn't too much trouble, would you mind trying a story with Arya Stark by any chance. ^^ If you don't know her I'm happy to provide some information.

That was a very lovely story, really enjoyed the Overwatch one in particular. If it wasn't too much trouble, would you mind trying a story with Arya Stark by any chance. ^^ If you don't know her I'm happy to provide some information.

That was a very lovely story, really enjoyed the Overwatch one in particular. If it wasn't too much trouble, would you mind trying a story with Arya Stark by any chance. ^^ If you don't know her I'm happy to provide some information.

And sorry about the quadra post, slow internet plus first time posting her and failing to delete the message due to wrong password. )=

>>6006

Gotcha.

The reason I provided the entirely alternate scenario is I know that there are some people who would rather not just do an 'alternate ending' to an existing scenario.

Would still like to see the Colony Ship Crash scenario if you'd be up for trying it with different characters. And I can always suggest alternative means of death if you don't want to do a hanging scene with that scenario. :)

>>6018

The first time I tried posting here I kind of derped out too, no big deal. However, as I noted before, 'a story with [character]' is not much of a helpful prompt. Generally useful information for me to work off includes the manner of death, the killer and/or motivation (if applicable), the general setting/area, any other details/progression of the scene and similar. But apart from that, also see the comment directly above (well, above your quad-post) for my current stance on Game of Thrones. But if you want to suggest another character (if they're a video game or anime character, the odds are a little better I'll be at least somewhat familiar with them) and give more details, please do.

>>6020

Reusing stuff or doing alternate endings is no issue. After all it saves me some writing lol I feel the other scenario you're suggesting would come out a bit too similar to Forsaken, being functionally identical (last persons alive, commit suicide to avoid starvation); plus I can't really think of any other methods of suicide the survivors would reasonably choose/have access to besides hanging (maybe shooting or poison, but those don't seem too interesting to write about). If I can think of something really interesting, I might pick this one up later, but don't count on it.

I'd like to do something not hanging-related (nor other asphyxia) for a change, so feel free to give me some completely new suggestion(s) instead.

>>6021

Ryoukai*.

Well... maybe you could try an execution by decapitation?

The one being killed would be a freedom fighter from a conquered region, fighting against her people's oppressors, only to have been captured in a raid gone wrong. Methods involved could be either an executioner's block and axe, or a guillotine. Raping before and/or after the beheading is optional.

As for the victim... how about Fang from FF13?


*Japanese for "Understood"

Oh wow, talk about derping out indeed. Not only doubling messages but also not fully reading the thread. =/

Though I'd like to mirror the game of thrones request. If you ever happen to watch it, a Sansa/Arya/Cersei scene would be much obliged. ^^

As for other potential characters, hmm, to list a couple of my personal favorites, hoping one of those could work: Ellie (The Last of Us), Maylene/Roxie (Pokemon), Machi (HxH), Hitgirl (Kickass), Pan/Videl (Dragon Ball)

Do you happen to be familiar with any of those? Any would work for me really, mostly depends on your preference and familiarity.

But yes, I'm aware you need more information beforehand. I guess this is more of a general curiosity inquiry rather than an already fleshed out request. However, if you do happen to agree to any to them I'm, of course, more than happy to provide as much detail as you require. =)

>>6024

I can do either Maylene or Roxie (no real preference), but note that I won't do anything that involves them directly getting killed by Pokémon (other humans, or if you're feeling fancy machines or accidents are fine). I know this may be a bit childish, but I watched the series when I was a kid, so I wouldn't feel comfortable with that (yet having them murdered by other people is fair game; funny, no?), so bear that in mind.

>>6022

Sure, I can work with that.

>>6025

Gotcha. :)

I look forward to seeing it, as well as the Forsaken Alternate Ending. :D

Heh, fair enough.^^

Alright, let me see, between those two I'd probably lean more towards Maylene. I can think of two scenarios right now, either something along the lines of Team Galactic taking over the city, stealing pokemon and trainers for experiments, planning general villain stuff etc, and her setting out to defeat them and protect her city as the gym leader. Naturally that doesn't go as planned and instead she finds herself caught instead, which could subsequently result in something akin to making an example out of her to intimidate anybody that dares stand in their way. This could be accomplished through an execution or some sort of experiment, or a broadcasted snuff video for example?

The other idea is more small-scale. Maybe a previous challenger once comfortable defeated/humiliated/schooled Maylene in a gym battle and ever since she has been vying and training harder than ever before to improve herself. Maybe she spends most of her days outside training in the woods or mountains, with her eventually running in the previous challenger again who, by then, has already conquered the whole region and is on his way to the pokemon league or so. Either way, she confidently/arrogantly challenges him for a rematch but, again, is easily defeated and this time the challenger takes things even farther? This could potentially lead to rape, excessive violence, choking and something along the lines of hanging her from a tree branch or, if they were to run across another in the mountains, something like stumbling, falling off a cliff?

Though I suppose that would depend on whether the challenger was truly evil (in which case he could also steal her pokemon or even be affiliated with one of the crime organisations) or if the death is more of an unfortunate accident. When things get too heated. I mean, heck, even something along the lines of her personally assaulting him after her pokemon are defeated could be fun to read, and him simply paying her back in kind?

Anyways, would either of those scenarios work for you? If not I could probably come up with different ones. Also, of course I'm not asking to write out the battle itself as that could get quite long-winded. ^^

>>6029

The first scenario is actually missing the most vital (heh, puns) part of information, the specific manner of death, and the whole things seems just a little out-of-character for Team Galactic (I recently replayed Platinum, that's probably why this bugs me), but the second one is much more interesting. I'm not sure how relevant the 'previous challenger' aspect is, and plain killing her after a lost battle seems a bit overkill, but I can imagine something along the lines of this: After losing a battle (and potentially being provoked/taunted the whole time), Maylene physically lashes out at her opponent, but they turn out superior in hand-to-hand too and the thing turns into a brutal beatdown, rape and murder optional.

Does this sound like an idea? If so I need just a few more details from you:
The location (obviously somewhere there's few other people, so probably not inside a city. Like forests, mountains, beach, etc.)
Her adversary (If the 'previous challenger' thing is necessary; their gender (personally I find a girl beating up another girl is much hotter, but that's just me); maybe a bare minimum of physical traits (hair color in particular))
Rape yes/no? (And whatever specifics)
Murder yes/no? (And the method. Note that a hanging wouldn't really fit the scene because it's much too premeditated instead of the sort of thing that just happens in the heat of battle (like choking, bludgeoning, a fall, etc.)

Hmm, yes, you do have good points there.

Alright, so a f/f scenario and I quite like the idea of the villain taunting Maylene over the entirety of the battle until she snaps. In that case, perhaps, as Maylene has somewhat of a tomboyish appearance while actually being a bit of a shy wallflower personality-wise, it might make sense if her adversary was the polar opposite?

Like, imagine her certainly dressing the fancy part, all lady-like, but at the same also being quite foul-mouthed, cocky and arrogant. Essentially a bit of a spoiled diva that looks upon the rest of the world with disdain and considers herself better than them? Except, rather than just talking smack to intimidate her foes or make herself look confident, she can actually back up her nasty attitude with actions?

Of course that could also lead into plenty of interesting backstory to flesh out her character, though I doubt we'd need that here. ^^" Regardless, if that sort of 'villain' works for you, I'd love to go with that. Though I'd rather leave specifics to you, I'm sure you'd do a much better job anyways.

As for your other questions:
Setting wise I still feel that a forest or mountain would work best, something desolate and gritty where nobody would disturb them. Or simply a combination of both, mountain woods like the alps. ^^"

And yes, rape is perfectly fine too. While it's not a primary focus of mine (which probably is why I liked your Overwatch story so much, apart from it being very well written of course), it can definitely be quite intricate and gritty to read, particularly if written from the perspective of the victim. In which case I'd assume that it takes place either during or after the beating, where the villain claims her spoils so to speak? Though I don't have a particular scenario I'd like to see admittedly. Whether on her back or doggy style or anal/vaginal or oral, all of those are fine with me personally, so whichever you'd enjoy most.

And regarding death, yes, I'd definitely adore seeing that. You're right in that a hanging would likely be too deliberate. Hmm, I kind of like the idea of a fall honestly. Imagine them fighting, the villain getting the upper hand and using her advantage to batter and rape Maylene who either manages to eventually break free but loses her balance and drops off a cliff or, if we did want to make the villain more evil, is thrown over the edge.

Regardless, one thing I'd definitely enjoy seeing personally are vicious physical wounds. It's at your discretion, of course, as I wouldn't want to request things you aren't comfortable writing, but personally I'd adore seeing things like gouged/popped eyes or splintered teeth or torn clothes and swollen bruises. Thus perhaps we could add the 'bludgeoning' aspect as well? Maybe with a rock or something?

Another thing I personally enjoy are those kind of 'wtf' moments, where the victims suddenly realize they are about to die and lose utter control over themselves. This could perhaps fit best either during the fall itself or just as she is about to drop off and waving her arms through the air trying to regain balance?

Also, last but not least, another personal kink of mine is media/fandom characters being barefoot, particularly if that's a regular part of their attire. ^^" I guess one of the reasons why I liked Maylene when I first played platinum years was precisely because of that. That is not to say I'm asking you to add a foot fetish scene or anything like that, I know a lot of people aren't fond of it to begin with, it's more of a general request asking that you could at least mention it occasionally. xD

Hope that answers most of your concerns?

>>6032

There's no elegant way to deliver a proper characterization of her adversary, seeing as the story is from Maylene's PoV, but I will keep your points in mind. I have no issue at all with nasty injuries (at least not the kind you'd see in a barehanded brawl). While actual foot 'fetish' is not my thing at all (I do actually like the aesthetic and as a characterization tool, just not in a sexualized context), I will try to make a point of her being barefoot, especially since going up barefoot against an opponent wearing sturdy shoes is just asking for a few broken toes (kinda speaking from experience).

That about covers it, I'll get to writing when I have the time.

>>6033

Alright, thank you very much. =)

This is an alternate ending to 'Forsaken'. Begin reading after the appropriate point in the original story(>>5953) (the first paragraphs are identical).

Forsaken – 'Alternate Ending'

Apparently Meyrin was still able to hear her, as she seemed to force down her movements and momentarily hung almost still, but then the pain grew too strong and she resumed fighting, even harder than before, breaking away from Lunamaria's hand and forcing her to step back, lest she get struck in the face.

Meyrin's face was contorted with pain and slowly turning blue, her tongue lolling out, and Lunamaria started to feel a twinge of doubt, but more oddly... arousal. Her mind insisted this was impossible, after all she was just watching her sister dying painfully, but the beginning excitement in her nether regions, and spreading wetness of her panties could not be denied.

Lunamaria had never admitted it to anyone, not even her sister, but she was a massive sadist, getting off on the suffering of others. This was a dark, dark side of her she mostly kept hidden even from herself, but apparently after weeks of wandering the wastelands with her sister without any relief, it emerged at the most inappropriate moment.

She wasn't even into girls, least of all her little sister, but Meyrin's spasms and pained gasps were so turning her on right now, and it took all of Lunamaria's willpower to not start pleasuring herself right there and then, instead just keeping her gaze on her sister's increasingly violent struggle, soaking up every moment of her ultimate suffering.

It took several minutes for Meyrin's movements to start dying down, Lunamaria's own breathing getting faster all the while, but her wish to not let the last thing Meyrin ever saw be her sister masturbating kept her lust in check.

When Meyrin finally went limp with a sigh, a dark, wet spot staining her skirt, Lunamaria could hardly control herself, but she first went and brushed a hand over Meyrin's face, closing her now empty eyes one final time, before finally dropping all remaining notions of propriety.

Lunamaria sank to her knees, one hand caressing her breasts and the other diving under her skirt to find herself deliciously wet, and as she started rubbing through her panties her breath quickly intensified before progressing to downright gasps of pleasure.

Lunamaria reached into her panties and started playing with her clit directly, a few fingers gently entering her, and within minutes she felt an orgasm approaching, but just before she went over the edge a thought crossed her mind and she paused.

Lunamaria had read before about how some people used oxygen deprivation to get especially powerful orgasms – with the fully-controlled environment on space ships leading to some particularly interesting practices –, but so far she'd never tried it herself, both for fear of being caught and for safety concerns. Well, it wasn't like either of those mattered at all anymore.

Getting up, Lunamaria took off her boots, jacket and panties, leaving her in only a skirt and undershirt. She climbed onto the pile of stones, when a sudden gust of wind brushed Lunamria's undershirt against her sensitive nipples, eliciting a pleasurable shiver as she placed the noose around her neck.

Well, this was it. Here was to hoping she would get off one last time. Lunamaria took a deep breath, then kicked down the stones holding her.

The thin rope tore into Lunamaria's neck, the pain far worse than she'd anticipated, and she started ineffectually clawing at the noose and kicking frantically, only serving to drive the rope even deeper into her skin.

Only after several seconds she managed to recall her objective and, mustering all her willpower, forced her body to stop fighting, ignoring the pounding inside her head and instead guiding one hand to play with her breasts and the other to her pussy, pushing in her middle and ring finger as far as she could.

As Lunamaria started fingering herself, the pain in her head and neck continued increasing, supplemented by a burning feeling emanating inside her chest, but even though her legs were involuntarily thrashing about, she paid it little mind, focusing all she could on her pleasure instead.

Part of her was expecting that by now her pain would be as bad as it could get, but it kept getting worse. Lunamaria's lungs seemed to consist entirely of searing pain and with every heartbeat echoing in her ears a dark haze crept further into her vision, but at the same time with every second her entire body became more sensitive, every sensation of pleasure from her pussy more intense than the one before

A thick cloud seemed to begin to blanket her mind, and Lunamaria realized she probably didn't have much longer, so she started pounding her pussy even faster, while the other hand moved down to work her clit exclusively, and only a few moments later she could feel her orgasm coming, before pushing herself over the edge.

Lunamaria opened her mouth to what would have been all but a scream of pure ecstasy had she had the air, but instead all she produced was choked rasping sound and a bit of saliva dripping down her chin. Her orgasm pulsed over her, better and longer than any she'd ever had, the pain and pleasure merging into one ultimate sensation that left Lunamaria shuddering uncontrollably, filling her mind with utter bliss, before slowly fading away after several seconds.

Amidst the torrent of pain filling her body, Lunamaria's last flicker of consciousness was only vaguely aware of her bladder emptying and soiling her skirt as her body gave up its struggle, but before the long dark fully closed around her, she had one final thought. Worth it.

>>6043
>>5972

As per request. Any stylistic or structural similarities to the original ending are fully intentional. I couldn't find any good references for Lunamaria's outfit, so if there's any inconsistencies with her canon costume just chalk that up to artistic license (aka 'the writer's get-out-of-jail-free-card' xD)

'Conveniently an ultra- sadist' is kind of a weak cliché (about on the level as 'no money to pay the pizza delivery' in terms of erotic plot), but it's still better than giving no reason whatsoever. And besides, I long since learned that sometimes it's more or less impossible to go without clichés/tropes, so this is just one of the things you simply don't put too much thought into (which a lot of people likely didn't anyways until I pointed it out. gj)

As always: Enjoy, thanks for reading, let me know your thoughts/feedback, and feel free to give some suggestions for stuff to write (currently working on two more requests).

And because it bears repeating: A 'suggestion' needs to have a sufficient level of detail for me to work with, a name and a one-word method of death is not sufficient. See some of the discussion in between the stories here for specifics.

Nice work. :)

Definitely liked how it went. The 'conveniently an ultra-sadist' wasn't quite what I was expecting, but it worked.

Looking forward to the decap scene I suggested, and I'll see if I can come up with more scenarios.

Word of warning, though - if I do a 'kinky time gone all the way' suggestion, I might not have much of an idea for setting or set-up. And Suicide Scenarios are likely going to involve some form of sorrow or dishonor, though I'll want them to be erotic to a degree.

As another warning, Luna is one of my favorite Anime Characters of all time (and #1 Love-Interest potential in some of my personal stories), so I will likely have some more requests involving her. :)

>>6032

A minor question: Do you have any preferences/suggestions for the name and basic physical features (hair color and style in particular) of Maylene's adversary? If so, let me know. (If not, I'll come up with something at random).

Also do you have any idea for a title for the story? Because unless you get that perfect spark of inspiration (as was the case with 'Forsaken'), coming up with titles is really hard; not that there's anything wrong with untitled stories, but if you happen to have an idea it'd be handy.

>>6057

Hmm, not particularly, no. Though I suppose that, if she's a trainer traveling the world alone, more practical and robust hiking clothing might be good perhaps, especially if we assume she had planned her trip through the mountains beforehand. So maybe something along the lines of sturdy leather vests, shorts, boots etc? Though then again, if we wanted to put more emphasis on her feminine side, in contrast to Maylene's style, something more elegant could work as well?

Hair-wise, maybe longer brown or blonde hair with a casual ponytail or so? Alternatively we could also, instead, make her afro american?

As for the title, no idea. xD Usually when I write stories myself I come up with the title after it's finished and try to highlight a particular twist or an overall theme. Perhaps something simple along the lines of 'Mountain Solitude' or, alternatively, something pokemon theme related?

But not sure unfortunately. )=

Well, while we wait for the next piece, I do have another suggestion involving Luna and Meyrin.

It's a 'kinky time gone all the way' thing.

In this story, the two would be in a bit of an incestuous relationship, and Luna's developed a bit of a breathplay kink.

Not sure what the EXACT circumstances would be, but Luna decides she wants to go all the way, and has Meyrin choke her to death while they have sex. Meyrin would then kill herself to join her sister, either through hanging or disemboweling herself. If she hangs, I'd let you decide whether Meyrin gets off or not, though if she disembowels herself, she can masturbate with her entrails.

Think that idea could work?

>>6103

Damn, now that I'm picturing it, part of this is like really hot, I'll definitely give that idea a shot. (Once I finish the other requests; sadly the last few day stuff keeps coming up and I don't have as much time T.T)

I don't think a scene like that needs much more in the way of circumstances, and there is no way to really do it 'realistically' anyways, so (a bit like the Forsaken alternate ending) it's going to be more like 'that's how it is, don't think about it too hard'; you should never let such petty things as realism get in the way of telling a story^^

But I have something like this: Luna has had/developed a choking fetish for a while, and while Meyrin is happy to oblige her sister, she herself won't ever even try anything breathplay related since she nearly drowned when she was a kid and got a bit of a trauma from that; instead she's into light to moderate cutting. Their motivation to 'go all the way' is the eternal incest cliché of how society would never accept their relationship and they're tired of hiding it, so may as well go out with a bang instead. So after finishing off Luna Meyrin cuts open herself (btw, should she cut vertically 'like a fish' or an autopsy, or horizontally a lá seppuku?) and gets off one last time before bleeding out. And they lived happily ever aft- oh, right :P

Sound good? Good.

Sounds very good.

As for how Meyrin cuts herself open, she could do horizontal or vertical, or she could combine them into what's called a cross-cut.

Part of me wants to have her go horizontally like seppuku (Seppuku's my main fetish aside from asphyx), though vertically or cross-cut would allow her entrails to spill out easier, so she could, say, use a loop of small intestine as a makeshift dildo.

The price of Freedom [Final Fantasy XIII, m/f, rape, execution, decapitation, non-con]

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. For the roughly ten thousandth time Fang kept cursing herself. How could she have been so stupid? The plan had been simple: Get in, hit the transport, and get out before they even noticed. But their intel had been dodgy and there were way more soldiers than expected, yet Fang had insisted they continue instead of retreating.

The transport and the weapons it held had been destroyed all right, but they also had lost several fighters, good men and women, and Fang had stayed behind to cover everyone's escape, part of her hoping she'd die fighting for her freedom.

Instead she'd gotten captured, and for her 'crime of treasonous rebellion' there was only one verdict: Death by decapitation.

Fang had long stopped fearing death, and she was fully ready to give her life for what she thought was right; more than anything her impending death pissed her off, because she wouldn't see the rebellion succeed and the tyrant get her upcoming. Plus, right now, the wait was killing her.

As a guard opened the door and entered her cell, Fang looked up. “Is it finally time? Can we get this over with?”

The man shook his head “You get to live a few hours longer. Right now it's time to have some fun.” Before Fang could react, he closed one hand around her neck to pull her up and slam her against the wall, then started forcefully kissing her, his tongue intruding into her mouth, carrying the taste of meat and alcohol.

However before Fang had the chance to gather herself and maybe try to bite off his tongue the man already pulled back and instead started groping her breasts, roughly squeezing them through the thin fabric of the shirt that was the only thing she was wearing. “Those are some pretty hot tits, it's a shame you're rebel scum, you would have made a beautiful wife.”

“If I were your wife I'd rather be decapitated.”

“You do not talk back to me like that!” Fang saw the man's hand coming towards her face from a mile away and effortlessly parried it with her arm – only to be hit in the stomach by the other fist split seconds later, doubling over in pain and gasping for breath. As he slapped her again for good measure then threw her onto what passed as her bed, Fang grit her teeth and muttered a curse; normally she would have caught the second attack too, but her imprisonment had clearly taken a toll on her.

The beatings, cold, lack of proper food and only a board chained to the wall to sleep on had sapped enough of Fang's strength to make her next to defenseless; in peak condition she would have made mincemeat out of a guy like that with one hand tied behind her back, but now she wasn't even strong enough to stop the man from grabbing her shirt and tearing apart the flimsy fabric, baring her breasts and crotch.

“Hot damn!” The man let out a whistle, leering at her. “Seriously, what a waste.” He squeezed Fang's breasts with both hands, but she managed to push his arms away, shooting a hateful glare at him.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, I'd much rather be fucking you.” The man grinned and nestled at his trousers, pulling out his erect penis, but as he approached her, Fang quickly drew up her legs then kicked, hitting him in the stomach with both feet and sending him stumbling against the wall with a grunt, almost falling right on his ass.

Maybe she had a chance after all. Fang got off the 'bed' to take a better defensive stance, but the man just growled angrily and didn't even bother striking, instead just straight running into her with his shoulder first and smashing Fang's back against the hard stone wall, then grabbing her hair and throwing her onto the bed once more.

He moved to strike her again and even lying on her back Fang deflected the first two attacks, but the third time the man's fist hit her jaw, followed by another to her cheek, and by the time her head cleared, he was already on top of her, forcing her legs apart...

“No! Don't-” Fang let out a scream as the man entered her and started rhythmically thrusting, but after a few moments her willpower surged again and she began raking her fingernails across his face, and continued clawing at him as he first brought up his arms, then repeatedly struck her face with one hand, guarding with the other.

After several punches that left her lip split open in at least two places and her nose bleeding, the man suddenly laid both of his hands around Fang's neck and started choking her with all his might, leaning most of his weight into his hands as he continued violating her. Fang's vision was swimming and her head started throbbing, yet she continued trying to fight, but when dark spots began appearing in front of her eyes she slowly felt the strength leave her arms, weakly dropping to the side.

The man released his hands and Fang gasped for air, drawing in long, greedy breaths, but she didn't dare resist again, instead just lying as still as she could, forcing her body to react as little as possible, and hoping he would be done soon.

After a few minutes the man's breath intensified and he sped up his movements, then paused with a series of grunts and Fang vaguely sensed something warm and sticky spreading inside her. As he withdrew his limp penis, she could feel bits of his semen and other fluids dripping out of her sex and had to stop herself from gagging in revulsion. She felt violated and dirty.

“Not bad.” The man closed his trousers again and grinned down at Fang. “But not tight enough for my taste. You probably had a lot of men before that, didn't you, slut?”

Actually it had been mostly women, and only a small handful. “Probably your pathetic dick is just too tiny to properly fill a woman.”

Fang braced herself, covering her face with her forearms as the man raised his fists once more, but after only a handful rather halfhearted punches he gave up, ostensibly having used up most of his energy already. The man opened the door to the rowdy talk and laughter of several more guards. Well of course they'd be watching something like this. Sick assholes.

“Alright, guys, who's up next?” What? More of them- The next guard entered the cell, already parading his erection in front of him. “Ignore that idiot, we all know he's totally tiny. Let me show you what a real man feels like.” He forced himself over her, but Fang hardly had the strength to move anymore, much less put up a real fight as he invaded her and started pounding. Please... No more...

***

After all the guards were done with her, Fang was left lying on the floor sticky with cum, bruised all over, her pussy feeling raw and painful and her mind half blanked out into a haze, so she only barely registered the cell door opening and the chief warden entering the room.

“Seriously, guys?” He asked “Do you have to do this every time? You could just ask and we'd have a whore sent to you.”

“But those aren't nearly as good.” One of Fang's tormentors replied. “And I mean, look at her, we just couldn't resist.”

“You never can resist.” The warden sounded like he'd had this conversation hundreds of times before. “Get her... 'presentable' isn't really an option... cleaned up at least.”

A few moments later there was the sound of footsteps approaching, and Fang was called back to her senses by a bucket of cold water splashing over her, followed by almost scalding hot water, followed up by more ice water, leaving her remotely 'clean' as well as drenched and shivering.

Two guards grabbed Fang's arms to pull her up and roughly dried her off with a smelly towel before dragging her after them. As she stumbled along, slowly Fang's pride awakened, and she steadied her step and walked as upright as her ravaged body would allow her, deciding, if nothing else, she would face her death with dignity.

The guards marched her into the courtyard, and as they stepped through the door Fang was momentarily blinded by the white clouds filling the sky, spreading the sunlight everywhere. There was a crowd gathered of course, and she could hear them shouting, but Fang didn't look at them, fearing that she might not be able to keep her composure then. Instead she placed one foot in front of the other, walking towards the wooden block that would for her be the ultimate end of the road to freedom.

As she came to a stop in front of the block, one guard offered Fang a blindfold, but she refused, and he just shrugged before pushing her to her knees and forcing her head onto the block, the wood marred by countless cuts and dyed dark with blood. Someone was reading a list of her – alleged – crimes, but Fang wasn't even listening, it took all of her concentration to fight her body's instinctual fear of death and not panic, it wouldn't do any good anyways.

She heard footsteps approaching and looked up to see a decidedly female shape stop besides her, dragging a large axe after her. Fang didn't even want to see the face of the woman that was about to kill her, so with a slow, deliberate breath she returned her gaze to the ground, similarly stained with huge splatters of dried blood, wondering just how many heads this place had seen rolling through the dirt, and how many more it would before Fang's brothers- and sisters-in-arms finally ended the tyrant.

The listing of her 'crimes' ended and utter silence fell over the courtyard, Fang's own heartbeat in her ears like thunder as she waited for the blade to fall. However instead after several moments, Fang sensed a movement behind her, then someone slapped her ass, and a bit of liquid dripped on it, a pair of fingers starting to spread it over her pussy. Really? Hadn't the guards had enough already? Were they really going to rape her in front of the crowd just to humiliate her even more?

Fang clenched her teeth, trying to brace herself, but instead of a dick, the two fingers only briefly pushed inside her a little before pulling back. But then a hand held apart her cheeks and another spread what probably was spit over her asshole before probing it with a single finger. No, they wouldn't... Fang felt the tip of an erect penis press against her anus. “No! Please- Aaah!”

She couldn't stop herself from screaming as with a forceful push the man invaded her behind, ramming his penis deep inside her. The sudden pain made her buck and try to get away, but two other guards held her down at the shoulders, forcing her head back onto the block as the pain made Fang tear up and the crowd burst into laughter and cheers. Sick bastards; why the hell was she giving her life for these people's freedom anyways?

Fang tried to control herself, but as the man started thrusting inside her, first slowly but quickly picking up speed, brutally violating her ass, the pain and humiliation were just too much and she started sobbing, then outright crying, with the occasional scream of pain when her tormentor pushed especially deep, sending another surge of pure pain over her.

There was a bit of liquid running down from her ass and over her pussy before dripping to the floor, blood most likely, and her entire backside felt like it was on fire. Yet the man continued ravaging her, intruding ever deeper into her rectum. Would they just kill her already?

Over the noise of the crowd and the pain flooding her, Fang vaguely heard someone behind her say something, then the executrix that had been standing beside her almost motionless like a statue shifted and there was a whooshing sound and Fang reflexively tried to turn her hea-

Thunk.

Suddenly Fang was falling forward as her vision started tumbling and she saw the ground and the sky and the ground and the sky and she hit the ground, the sideways executioner's block filling most of her view. Fang couldn't feel her body anymore when someone grabbed her hair to pick her up, and oh, right, there was her body, twitching and jerking uncontrollably and spurting downright fountains of blood from her severed neck in wide arcs.

Just then the man that had been raping her finished with a groan and a shudder, pulling out of her with a wide grin a few moments later. “Asshole, I hope your dick rots off.” But Fang didn't have any lungs left, so her lips just opened and closed without producing any sound, much less the intended insult.

Fang's vision was beginning to dim as someone carried her head around her body, presenting her own backside to her. Her asshole was dripping cum and bits of blood, and her pussy was wet with urine, released the moment she had been decapitated. Part of Fang was oddly glad she hadn't had any solid food for the last few days, otherwise her loss of control would have turned out even more embarrassing. Then again, maybe that had been the very reason she had been given little more than water, to facilitate this final insult. Fucked-up sons of bitches.

Whoever was holding Fang's head pushed her mouth against her pussy before slowly dragging it upwards, smearing her face with all urine, cum and a little blood, to the loud laughter of the guards standing around her. Fang still had enough strength left to spit out the sticky, mostly salty mixture that had gotten past her lips as her head was carried in front of the crowd, then held high for all to see.

Her vision was rapidly fading and the voice of the announcer and noise of the crowd was melting into an indistinct murmur. A shame she wouldn't live to see the tyrant fall. As the dark consumed her, Fang's last thoughts were directed at her two closest companions and lovers. I'm sorry... Light, Vanille... Win this war for me...

>>6146
>>6022

As per request. I feel a little bad for finishing this one first, because there's another request that had been made earlier, but this story just came out much easier; fight scenes are tough to write. (But don't worry, I will get it done in time.)

The title is taken from a track of the same name from another Final Fantasy (VII Crisis Core, in particular). This is the first time I did a rape scene, and from the victim's PoV at that, hopefully it came out okay. I intentionally tried to leave it unclear if the story is set more or less in-universe (FF XIII's sort-of science fiction) or some kind of medieval-type AU, so fill in the gaps however you like.

Btw, the tyrant (whoever she is) was eventually dethroned and (along with her conveniently all-female inner circle) executed for her crimes in the most gruesome ways you can think of. (And if you can think of it, I can most likely write it. *hint* *hint*)

Other than than that, as always. Give me some feedback/comments and (sufficiently detailed) suggestions, and thanks for reading.

That's alright, no worries. Your other stories are plenty of fun to read as well. ^^

Very nice work with that one.

For the Tyrant and her inner circle, I do have a few suggestions as to method.

First, Impaling. Very painful, placing the victim's pussy or asshole on a long metal spike and letting gravity drag her down. speed often depends on the victim's weight, but can be accelerated with additional weights or possibly slowed down with ropes if needed.

Second, disemboweling. Very painful, very slow, and guards can masturbate with her entrails to humiliate her.

Third, dismemberment. Simplest form is chopping off her arms, her legs, and finally her head. However, her arms can be further subdivided into hands, forearms, and upper arms, her legs can be subdivided into feet, lower legs, and thighs, and her torso can even be chopped in two horizontally before her head is removed.

A variant of this could be hanging dismemberment. Starts off like a hanging, but then her body is slowly chopped apart as she is suspended by her neck in midair.

And, of course, hanging or even garroting can be used.

If you want suggestions for characters, I can try and provide those, too, but I'll wait on that until the next Luna piece is done.

Also, for the tyrant's inner circle, I will say that an interesting concept would be to have two members of that inner circle be otherwise decent women, who tried to curb some of the tyrant's harsher tendencies, and thus earned themselves either more merciful deaths or the right to experiencing pleasure one last time either before they died or as they died

Looking forward to when you can get your next story up, Eterya. :)

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Next story coming soon?

>>6238
I'm having a bit of writer's block right now, so the next story is gonna be done when it's done, just be patient.

Gotcha.

Looking forward to it, whenever it comes, and whichever of the two currently-waiting stories it is

>>6263

Mind you, if the block is concerning the pokemon story, don't feel pressured to write it or anything. ^^

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New story coming?

>>6506
One's like 90% done, so hopefully within the next few days.

Nice. :)

Looking forward to it. :)

>>6514
Going by final text volume I was barely 80% done by the time of posting that, but whatever works lol

Out with a Bang [Gundam Seed Destiny, yuri/incest, suicide, choking, disembowelment, con]

Today was the day. This was it.

Lunamaria entered the bathroom – not even bothering to lock the door, there was no one around but Meyrin – and stripped completely before sitting on the toilet and emptying her bladder in preparation of what was to happen, idly observing the yellow stream arcing from between her legs.

Luna finished, got up and walked over to the bedroom, finding Meyrin waiting for her on the bed equally naked, the low lighting casting an enticing shadow between her legs but leaving her firm youthful breasts in full view, and Luna could already feel the desire well up inside her.

A sentiment that was all too clearly shared, as as soon Luna sat on the bed, she was dragged into a deep, passionate kiss by Meyrin that lasted several seconds before they parted their lips again, panting slightly. She could clearly see that same lust and burning passion she felt in her sister's eyes too – as well as the worry and apprehension.

Luna pulled Meyrin into a tight embrace, savoring the warmth of her skin against her own, and lightly spoke into her ear. “Don't be afraid, sis. We talked about this so many times, there's no other way.” The world, or more like society, would never accept her and her sister's relationship... their love to each other.

“I know, but still I-” Luna sealed Meyrin's lips shut with a kiss, guiding one of her hands towards her sister's pussy and started teasing her clit, eliciting a soft moan as she pulled back. Meyrin responded in kind, almost forcefully caressing Luna's breasts with both hands, after a few moments leaning down to kiss and lick her nipple as Luna's breath intensified.

As Meyrin paused a few moments later, Luna gently pushed her onto her back before going down on her, toying with her clit and caressing the folds of her labia with her tongue, which got visibly wetter as she watched. Ultimately Luna moved up again to give Meyrin another deep kiss, sharing some of her sister's sweet taste that her lips and tongue had carried with them.

As their kiss broke off and Luna pulled back a little, Meyrin was suddenly presenting a sharp knife to her in her open hand, the steel gleaming even in the weak light. Luna took the blade without hesitation and after briefly searching amidst the scars and still-healing cuts marring her sister's chest and belly – as they were the back – found a suitable spot for one more.

Luna expertly placed the knife, the razor-sharp blade easily penetrating Meyrin's tender skin, and then swiftly but calmly pulled it along the entirety of her left ribcage, drawing a long red line as Meyrin let out a whimper of both pain and pleasure. By now Luna had learned exactly how deep she could go without causing any real damage, but it wasn't like that even mattered anymore.

After adding another pair of superficial cuts across Meyrin's abdomen Luna caught her sister's gaze as she placed the knife on the edge of her breast, pointing straight down, and Meyrin quickly realized what she was up to, and after a short moment nodded.

She only had to put a little bit of her weight onto the knife and it easily plunged into Meyrin's left breast, much deeper than she had intended, piercing right through to the pectoral muscle. Meyrin let out a scream and her eyes started tearing up, and Luna quickly extricated the knife from the wound. Oops.

However on top of the unexpected pain, her sister's expression still reflected arousal, so after a short pause Luna continued, lapping up some of the blood and carrying it to Meyrin's lips with a kiss, and at the same time – carefully – inserting the handle of the knife into her pussy and gently rocking it back and forth. Meyrin's breaths quickly progressed to gasps, but at some point she reached down with a hand to stop Luna from fucking her with the knife and rolled her sister off her and onto her back next to her.

Meyrin pulled out the knife, embedded it into the mattress next to Luna's head and finally straddled her, surveying her sister's large, beautiful breasts and unblemished pale skin – so much unlike her own – with a hungry expression. Normally Meyrin was more into receiving pain than inflicting it, but the fact that Luna had chosen her to be the one who got to break her made her feel both honored... and horny like nothing else.

A small part of her was still filled with doubt, but her growing arousal kept pushing it back further and further, and Meyrin shifted her position, spreading Luna's legs and bearing down on her with most of her – admittedly not all that impressive – weight as she pressed her pussy against Luna's clit.

It was almost a little funny how the otherwise much more assertive Luna became almost meek and submissive when under her sister, but her defenses and resistance just seemed to melt away, and this time she wanted it more than anything. She looked up at Meyrin, her eyes filled with nothing but trust. “It's time. My body will probably try to fight at some point, so whatever I do, please, don't let go of me.”

“I won't.” Meyrin's expression was filled with determination – and the oh so smallest hint of sadness.

“Thank you, sis. I love you more than anything else in the world.” Luna pulled Meyrin close for one final kiss, then gently draped her sister's hands around her neck and submitted her life to her. “Farewell.”

That was the cue. Meyrin's hands tightened around her throat, and Luna could practically feel the finality in her sister's touch, deep down she knew she would not live to see this grip loosen again.

As every time they had done this before – though only for pleasure, with Meyrin letting her breathe in time – at first Luna only felt the pressure of Meyrin's fingers, and her sister starting to move back and forth, rubbing her labia against Luna's clit, but after several moments she started to faintly hear her heartbeat inside her head, and all other noise seemed to dim as if through cotton.

As much as she could, Luna started moving her hips counterpoint to Meyrin's, who clenched her hands around Luna's neck further, producing an involuntary gasp, which only turned her on even more and she had to resist the urge to take one hand off her sister to finger herself, instead picking up speed as well.

Luna slowly felt a pressure build inside her head, her eyes and mouth in particular, but this was nothing new, they'd gone this far countless times. She pushed the feeling aside, instead focusing on the pleasure growing in her pussy and the image of Meyrin above her, small beads of sweat running down her beautiful face, her hair already a mess, and her breasts just big enough to slightly bounce and sway as she was fucking her.

After what may have been a minute as well an hour, as Luna kept edging towards her climax – as did Meyrin if her gasps and flushed face were any indication – the pounding in her head got worse and worse and her neck started to hurt, and she felt she was nearing her limit. Normally this would about be the time where she used the safeword – though Meyrin had rather quickly picked up a sense on her own for just how far she could go – and took a short break before finishing.

But this time there was no safeword. Luna's vision began to dim around the edges and the pain kept increasing, but she endured it and tried to slow down her breathing as much as possible – even though Meyrin's movements were making her produce noises halfway between gasps and moans.

Despite the thickening haze around all of her, at the same time everything felt more sensitive than ever, especially her pussy grinding against Meyrin's and her tits rocking with every movement. Just then a small drop of blood that had been seeping from the wound on Meyrin's breast fell onto Luna's chest, drawing a red hot flower onto her and making her draw in a sharp breath.

In response Meyrin shifted her weight a little then began to move even faster, her short high-pitched moans an indication she was approaching her climax. That noise, and the movement, and her pussy almost feeling like on fire amidst the beginning numbness of the rest of her quickly made Luna follow suit.

“I'm-... cum...ming.” The words were hardly audible, but apparently Meyrin understood as she sped up for one final burst and just as dark spots began blooming in front of Luna's vision, her orgasm washed over her like a powerful wave, the pain all over her forgotten as she shivered under the ripples of pleasure, her mouth opening to a choked gasp that would have been a loud moan if she'd still had air. Split seconds later Meyrin came as well, briefly halting her movement as she let out an ear-splitting shriek of ecstasy, her finger rhythmically clenching around Luna's neck, yet never letting go.

Luna vaguely noticed how Meyrin wound down much faster than her, already panting and exhausted as the last tremors of orgasm still washed over Luna. But ultimately they faded away too, and the hammering in her head and the burning in her chest returned, and suddenly part of her started to panic, but she forced it down. There was no going back, both of them had made their choice. Instead she managed a weak smile and a nod to Meyrin, who quickly reacted and further tightened her grip, by now visibly straining.

Blackness continued creeping over her vision and Luna's chest was burning as her sister's touch kept sapping the life from her, and it took her all to not start trashing and flailing frantically; no need to make this even harder on Meyrin than it already was.

However the pain just kept growing and by the point her sight was reduced to a blurry image of Meyrin's face hovering above her, Luna's body may as well have existed in a sea of fire, and her resistance finally gave way. Her legs started futilely kicking and she began trying to tear Meyrin's hands off of her neck as her eyes broke into desperate tears, afraid of death after all.

But fortunately by now she was so much out of oxygen her strength was mostly drained, so as instructed Meyrin could easily ignore Luna's fingers clawing at her wrists, and instead leaned into her with all her weight, putting her full strength into finally snuffing her out as Luna more read her lips than actually heard her say her final words to her. “Farewell.”

Farewell, sis. Thank you.

Then everything went dark.

***

As Luna's struggles died down, Meyrin allowed herself to relax a little bit, but she kept up her vice grip around her sister's neck for several more minutes until the older girl went limp entirely and Meyrin could see her chest stop its desperate, pointless heaving.

Only then she finally loosened her hands, leaning closer to Luna, her face somehow almost serene despite her obvious agony, almost purple from lack of oxygen, bloodshot eyes awash with tears of pain smeared over her cheeks, her tongue slightly out and small bits of drool around her lips.

Yet she was still the most beautiful thing Meyrin had ever seen. She carefully wiped off Luna's tears then licked the salty taste off her finger and proceeded to deeply kiss Luna, her lips and tongue still warm, yet unresponsive. Finally Meyrin pulled back, brushed a hand over Luna's eyes, closed her mouth and folded her hands over her chest. It was done.

Now it was her turn.

Once Luna and Meyrin had decided they would end it all, there had been a search for the best method. Of course, given her long-standing breathplay fetish, Luna had wanted to be choked to death by her sister, but ever since almost drowning after falling through the ice on a frozen lake when she was a small child, Meyrin abhorred any feeling of breathlessness or lack of air and it sent her into a panicked frenzy, so while she'd naturally obliged her sister's wish, for herself Meyrin had immediately ruled out that way.

Instead, where Luna had choking, Meyrin had cutting, the numerous scars all across her upper body, back, arms and even thighs a testament to it. At first by herself and not for pleasure, hidden from even her sister, but once she'd finally allowed Luna to see all of her, the older girl had been very supportive, and after solving – some of – the underlying issues, they had found another use for knives in bed – or in the living room, or the kitchen, or wherever else their lust got the better of them.

In light of this, it hadn't been much of a stretch that Meyrin would end her life by a blade too. She'd contemplated slitting her wrists first, but somehow that hadn't felt quite right, so after looking up some things Meyrin had settled on disembowelment, not unlike the samurai of old.

Meyrin knelt down on the floor right next to the bed and took her knife from the bed, haphazardly carving a bloody X into her left lower arm, it wasn't like that even mattered anymore. The blade was a little on the short side, but she hadn't been able to find anything larger, much less something resembling an actual weapon rather than tool, so it would have to suffice. Meyrin placed the tip of the knife on the left side of her abdomen, just above the height of her belly button, gripping the handle with both hands, and readied herself.

Then she tensed and plunged the knife, driving it deep into her flesh.

Immediately a searing pain lanced through her, radiating from the wound, but Meyrin grit her teeth and after taking a few strained breaths braced herself for the next part, then in one powerful stroke pulled the knife all the way across, opening up her guts and spurting blood all over her legs and belly.

The pain flared up like ten times worse and tears shot into her eyes, but Meyrin managed to restrain herself and force the scream that had been welling up in her throat into a more subdued whimper. No need to risk alarming any neighbors.

Meyrin pulled the knife out of the wound and, panting in both pain and arousal, leaned back slightly to inspect it. Through all the bloody red she could vaguely make out the pink loops of her small intestine, and off to the sides even the darker colors of the large.

After a few moments her curiosity got the better of her and Meyrin carefully slid her right hand into the cut, drawing in a sharp breath at the new surge of pain, – and then proceeded to poke her guts with her fingers. Surprisingly there was only a little bit of dull pain, not nearly as much as she would have expected – or even as much she had felt that one time she'd gotten a particularly nasty food poisoning. Curious.

Meyrin withdrew her hand and licked the blood off it, savoring the sweet taste, even when cutting herself she'd rarely drawn this much blood, and if she had, she'd been more concerned with the bloody mess she'd made, but that wasn't really important anymore.

Speaking of blood... There was a fair amount of it pooling in between her legs, right over her pussy, so Meyrin reached down and, opening her legs as little as she could, pushed one, then two fingers inside of her and spread her labia, letting out a barely contained moan as some of the blood poured inside of her. She gently began to finger herself, quickly speeding up and splattering even more blood all around her, the thick, hot liquid inside her pussy only increasing her pleasure.

However even lying on her back she wouldn't be able to contain much blood inside of her for any length; instead, looking at her wound, the bleeding in fact slowly reducing as clotting set in, Meyrin got another idea.

She pulled back her hand, and tried to reach into her guts once more, but as soon as she bent her fingers even a little, the tearing pain became just too much, so with a wince Meyrin withdrew her hand and picked up the knife once more.

This time she placed the tip about a hand's width below her sternum, her fingers quivering slightly from both pain and excitement, then once more drove the blade into her flesh. This time the pain wasn't nearly as bad, but Meyrin still gasped and took a few moments to gather herself again before dragging the knife straight down almost to her pelvic bone, painting a huge red cross over her torso.

As Meyrin pulled out the knife she leaned forward a little, then suddenly paused with a nauseous sensation as she felt the middle of her belly, where the two cuts crossed, bulge outwards. Then again, this was what she'd been going for anyways, so Meyrin bent a bit further and pulled the horizontal cut open with both hands, ignoring the new spike of pain, and a moment later with a squishy sound she literally spilled her guts, several loops of red and pink now hanging outside of her.

Suddenly the pain hit her and Meyrin doubled over with a retching sound, just barely holding in her stomach contents; looked like her organs could feel pain after all. For several minutes Meyrin just sat there, heaving, until the pain receded to the point she could move again and she slowly sat up straight again. Now for the fun part.

Of course she'd done some research, and it had turned out that the samurai had had a second for their sepukku for a reason. Without the decapitation, it could take hours to die from disembowelment, which meant Meyrin had some time to try one more thing, even though the blood loss was making her a little light-headed already.

Meyrin took her small intestines into both hands and started pulling one of the loops apart to a tugging sensation that oddly seemed to emanate less from the organ itself and more from her lower back. Regardless she continued until she had untangled a decent length of her viscera; fascinating how all of that had fit into so little space inside her.

Pulling it down, Meyrin found the section she had loosened was long enough, so she gripped her intestine, folded the loose length down the middle, and opening her legs, inserted the point into her pussy. Her viscera felt hot and wet and soft inside of her, and Meyrin felt her pussy clench in excitement, but as she had feared her intestine was too squishy to go in deeper than a few centimeters, so sadly it wouldn't really do as a dildo after all.

Instead Meyrin left the end in as far as it would go and started rubbing her clit with the section further down, the sensation quite unlike – and possibly better – than anything she'd felt before, like a huge, hot mound completely encompassing her most sensitive spot.

All the while her entire belly was alight with a searing pain that at the same time had dulled into the background, supplanted by Meyrin's pleasure, and the growing dizziness from blood loss only seemed to increase that feeling as Meyrin close to worked herself into a frenzy, her senses feeling almost detached, each proceedingly faster motion begetting more pleasure along with the strangely misplaced pain in her back.

Her breath quickly intensifying into a stakkato of gasped moans, Meyrin soon felt her orgasm approaching and forced herself to stop, teetering on the edge of climax as she picked up the knife carelessly discarded at some point one final time and placed it on the side of her neck, just above the carotid.

Meyrin had actually planned this final part very carefully. She didn't want to slowly die from blood loss or organ failure after however long, plus, staying alive longer might allow for someone to find and 'save' her, so she'd make sure it didn't come to that, in the most appropriate way she could think of. This probably would have been even better with Luna to finish it for her, but they'd tossed a coin, and Luna had gotten to decide she wanted to die first. Well enough; Meyrin had practiced with a plastic knife until she was completely sure she'd get it right on her own.

Keeping the blade on her neck as steady as she could, Meyrin continued masturbating with her other hand, and quickly edged once more, before she came, the intense pleasure making her forget the pain the rest of her body was in as she opened her mouth to a moaning crescendo-

Which abruptly cut off into a voiceless gasp as Meyrin pulled the knife across her neck, cutting through the carotids on both sides and opening up her throat practically from ear to ear.

Blood surged into Meyrin's mouth, running over her lips and chin, as the knife clattered to the ground next to her and she started gasping and sputtering. A veritable flood of warm blood ran all over her breasts and body, which was shivering and twitching, torn between the contradicting signals of her still-lasting orgasm and her death throes as she rapidly bled out.

Her mind awash in a flurry of oxymoronic sensations of death and pleasure, timed seemed to slow to a crawl as Meyrin only vaguely felt her body slump over and her vision and all other senses and the pain and finally the pleasure faded into nothin-

>>6540

Once more, as per request. I'm not entirely sure how well I pulled of Meyrin's part, this subject was a first for me, but I hope it came out alright. Also I did some research on it (including that dying by disembowelment alone can take surprisingly long, and that the pain felt from most internal organs tends to be somewhat misplaced), but if there's still anything imprecise, blame it on artistic liberty (and the fact that these aren't really the kind of questions you can just readily google an answer for). The way Meyrin finishes herself is reminiscent of jigai, which is the female equivalent to the samurai's sepukku, practiced by their wives for similar reasons or to avoid capture and/or rape if a military defeat was imminent. (And now you learned something new; also why isn't there any more guro art of this?)

I do apologize for the long wait, I was stuck with an annoying case of writer's block and some RL stuff, little I could do about that. Also I'm really sorry for not getting to that Pokémon story that was requested, but that probably was where most of my block was coming from; good fight scenes are tough to write and good guro is tough to write, so yeah... I'm kinda annoyed at myself for that, because I really like the idea; and I do fully intend on finishing it at some point, but maybe for the time being you want to request something else.

And one more thing. Just on the off chance someone here enjoys my writing for the writing and not just the /g/, you should totally check out some of my more SFW fanfiction on either fanfiction.net and archiveofourown.org, I go by the same username as on here. [/shameless self-promotion]

Also the usual, any kind of feedback/criticism is greatly appreciated, feel free to drop some (sufficiently detailed) suggestions, and so on.

Nice work, Eterya.

Now, as I promised, I will provide character suggestions for the sequel to your Price of Freedom piece.

Haman Karn - http://gundam.wikia.com/wiki/Haman_Karn - The leader of Neo Zeon in Zeta Gundam and ZZ Gundam, she'd make a good member of the tyrant's inner circle, if not the tyrant herself.

Natarle Badgiruel - http://gundam.wikia.com/wiki/Natarle_Badgiruel - she'd certainly be good for one of the otherwise decent women, who tried to curb some of the more extravagant tendencies of the tyrant but couldn't rebel because of duty and pride, who earns either a decent death or final pleasure.

And those are my suggestions so far. I'll see if I can come up with any more, or more suggestions involving Luna.

Good job on the 'Gundam SEED Destiny' characters' murder-suicide.

Day at the Museum - #1 Hanging [guess what, f-self, execution, con]

“Thank you. I hope you all enjoy your stay at the new and improved Museum of Historical Execution, Torture and Suicide. Have a nice day.”

The receptionist waves us through and we file into the main room – only to almost immediately pause and stare when under big cheers and applause from the bystanders a somewhat regal-looking girl with long green hair cuts her own stomach open horizontally with a short knife, and shortly after gets beheaded by a boy with a katana standing next to her, her neck spurting fountains of blood all over. I have to respect her for pulling that off so calmly, I don't think I'd have the guts for that. Heh, pun not intended.

“Ah, I see you arrived just in time to see the finale.” A female voice says from behind and several of us flinch as we turn around. There's a tall dark-haired woman standing behind us, holding a clipboard and adjusting her glasses. She's wearing high-heels, a dark blue skirt and a blouse, the typical 'office lady' sort of look, except her skirt is rather short, and the blouse is very form-fitting, barely containing her sizable chest; so more like 'hot secretary'. “I take it you're Akiyama-san's class, correct?”

“Yes.” Our teacher quickly steps up, returning the woman's small bow. “We booked a tour for 10'o clock.”

“You're perfectly on time. My name is Yuuna Kuroba, and I will be your guide for the day. Let's get going, shall we?”

After a quick headcount – and catching one boy who wandered off to inspect a headman's axe, cutting his finger in the process – we start the tour. Kuroba-san leads us through a huge array of torture devices and techniques, explaining each and every one of them, along with historical context or sometimes particularly entertaining anecdotes of other visitors.

A few people volunteer to test out some of the exhibits, with one very reserved girl, Ai, staying behind in sensory deprivation for an hour because it 'beats the noise and people out here', and Daisuke, a tough guy so delinquent it hurts, being reduced to whimpering by mere seconds of waterboarding; I'm probably a terrible person for finding that funny, but he was honestly asking for it.

Once we get to the actual executions, of course the volunteers trickle out very quickly, even though big-breasted blonde Haruka considers impalement for entirely too long; then again she's well-known for her promiscuity, so it stands to reason she'd be enticed by the prospect of a long, hard rod driving up her insides, but in the end she decides no to.

“Hanging is a very widespread method of both execution and suicide, used all over the world since medieval times.” Kuroba-san explains as we stop in front of a pair of gallows, one a very medieval-looking wooden construction with a trapdoor under the noose, the other a more modern-looking platform with the noose hanging from a metal pole with a small control panel.

“Depending on the exact method, death can occur almost instantaneously within just a few seconds, or can take as long as 20 minutes.” She continues “In a long drop, the carotid sinus reflex, breaking of the neck, or even decapitation if the drop was too long, will lead to a very quick end, while short drop or suspension can lead to a drawn-out struggle until death through strangulation occurs.”

Kuroba-san finishes her explanations with a story about how a particularly vain volunteer majorly understated her weight and ended up decapitated, before asking the same question as she did almost every time. “As usual, do we have any volunteers to try out the exhibit?”

“Um... yes.” After a short pause a girl with shoulder-length deep red hair steps up to a general murmur through the group, and it takes me a moment to remember her name as Mina. Our guide seems a little surprised, but very quickly regains her professionalism.

“You have read the flier you had to sign, and you know what this means?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I'll need your name, and your teacher to confirm everything is in order.”

“Mina Yukimura.” As Kuroba-san expertly fills out a form on her flier, Akiyama-sensei double-checks her list before confirming Mina has signed all the paperwork the museum made us fill out preemptively for these cases so the tour wouldn't be disrupted for too long.

“Very well. Note that we stopped offering the long drop method after the decapitation incident I just mentioned, along with complaints that they were over far too quick and unspectacular, so you have the choice between short drop or suspension.”

“There isn't too much of a difference, is there? ...Let's just say suspension, then.”

With a nod Kuroba-san ascends the modern platform and types something into the controls, lowering the noose with a low whirring sound. “We are required for legal reasons to film this anyways, but are you okay with the recording of your death being reused for commercial purposes? We regularly publish highlight reels of our volunteers on DVD and online; when you make it on one, your family will get sent a copy, as well as your entry fee refunded, on top of a small compensation.”

Mina just shrugs. “Whatever. Use it if you want, not like I'll be able to care anymore.” She climbs up the platform, gazing at the noose quizzically. “Now what?”

“We're about ready. Normally executions are performed fully clothed, but for us that part is optional. So feel free to strip if you want.”

After a moment's deliberation, Mina takes off her shoes, socks and jacket, and already most of the boys – and a fair portion of the girls – are starting a chant of “Take it off!”, but she begins lifting her shirt, only to drop it back down. “Sorry, but that's all you get, pervs.” She adds with a grin, then steps under the noose and places it around her neck.

“This is it.” Kuroba-san says adjusting the noose for Mina. “Any last words?”

“Let me just say that I'm wearing beautiful white panties today, and we all know how short these skirts of ours are. So you may get a bit of a show after all.” As expected, this produces a loud cheer from almost everyone, myself included; even if I'm still kinda 'on the fence' about if I'm into boys or girls or what, the prospect of Mina's struggle delivering some panty shots does seem rather enticing.

“Do it.” Mina says, and Kuroba-san nods, then pushes a big button, and the winch contained within the pole activates.

For the first few moments nothing happens except for the rope slowly pulling taut, then Mina starts stretching her back and standing on her tiptoes, but before long the mechanism lifts her feet off the ground for good.

Even though her smile is a little strained, for several moments she keeps her composure, just lightly swaying, before her legs start slowly, almost rhythmically moving back and forth as she lets out a low choking sound.

Mina's quickly turns red, and it only takes a brief moment longer before she starts speeding up, her kicks progressively more frantic as her hands begin clawing at the noose around her neck to little effect. As she predicted, Mina's struggles soon begin raising her skirt high enough for her to show some flashes of white beneath, much to the delight of most spectators, and better yet, thanks to my relatively small size, most of the others let me stand in front of them, so I pretty much have front-row seats to the show. ...I may be into girls after all.

“Hey.” After a few minutes, my best friend, blue-haired Yuki, nudges my side and points up at Mina. “Look at her chest.” Inbetween Mina's flailing and gyrating it takes me a moment to make out, but from the looks of it she isn't wearing a bra and her nipples are erect and clearly visible through her shirt that's sitting rather tight over her – for her age pretty large – breasts.

“Do you think she's getting horny right now?” Yuki asks and I shrug.

“Maybe. Or maybe it's just some nerve reflex like Kuroba-san explained earlier happens to men sometimes.”

We both fall silent again and continue observing Mina's air dance. After a total of over five minutes she still shows no sign of slowing down, producing a continued series of strangled, ragged gasps, her arms and legs desperately thrashing, and her face pretty much purple at this point.

A sound from my right makes me turn around, only to find Yuki breathing heavily, her gaze fixated on Mina's struggling form and both hands reaching into the waistband of her skirt, moving back and forth, making it perfectly apparent what she's doing. And a quick look around shows she's far from the only one. Both boys and girls are more or less subtly masturbating, and at least two couples actually have their hands in each other's pants or skirts.

Part of me is actually turned on, a bit by Mina's suffering, but much more so by Yuki's panting and occasional small whimper, but the bigger part is too well-mannered to do something so improper in public, even if a lot of the others are already doing it, so I fold my hands behind my back and return my attention to Mina, a little respect is the least she deserves.

Several minutes later Mina's movements begin to slow down, her face is covered in tears of pain and fear, and her tongue is hanging out with some saliva dripping onto her shirt, but her pained gasps are still clearly audible over the progressively less subdued panting and moaning of easily half of the class pleasuring themselves or each other. Seriously, this is a museum, not an orgy.

Yuki's voice makes me turn once more, as the slightly taller girl hits a crescendo, letting out a series of short moans through clenched teeth and arching her back with closed eyes, clearly and audibly orgasming, before slowly winding down, panting heavily.

Only now she notices my attention and turns away with a deep blush. Welp, this is gonna be a bit awkward; I'll have to talk to her later.

I turn my gaze back to Mina, whose struggles are dying down safe for minor spasms and low gurgling sounds, but she's still hanging on. It takes another few minutes before her eyes roll back and she goes completely limp with one final drawn-out rattle, and moments later a dark spot forms on the front of her skirt as she pees herself, the stream of urine running down her legs and dripping through some grates in the floor of the platform that were clearly installed for just this purpose.

As the sounds of poorly veiled indecency from the class slowly die down, Kuroba-san checks Mina's body, then loudly claps her hands to get everyone's attention. “She's dead. As per regulations she will be left hanging for at least another hour to be absolutely sure.”

“I do hope you were all paying attention and took away something from this.” Akiyama-sensei adds.

Well you can bet some of the people were paying more than just attention. A fact that our guide seems to be very much aware of as she looks over the class. “Now then, let's get going to the next exhibit, shall we? Oh, and by the way, bathrooms are over that way.”

As expected several boys and girls quickly make their way in the direction with sheepish expressions to 'clean up' a bit, while the rest of us stay behind, chatting, and it gets apparent the majority of the class clearly enjoyed the 'show' just now, in more ways than one.

Once everyone is back, after a headcount minus two – one for Ai, who's still in sensory deprivation, and one for Mina, who, yeah – Kuroba-san ushers us to the next piece, little more than a pair of hollow logs drifting in a flat pool of mucky water with a painted background of some forest.

“Scaphism was used by the ancient Persians well over 2000 years ago, and is generally considered among the most cruel methods of execution to have ever been devised, with death taking several days or literally weeks. In it the victim...”

>>6685
As per request over in the writing prompts thread (which is pretty neat, check it out if you haven't). This idea/setting was just too good to be done with after just one story, so the title is for me to easily do other exhibits at some point. All names are actual Japanese names, if chosen more for sound than for meaning. I fact-checked both hanging and scaphism, so the stuff Kuroba-san is explaining is completely correct. (I'd say if you don't know what scaphism is, don't look it up if you have a weak stomach, but seeing where we are right now, that seems a bit silly. It is pretty gruesome, though, and nothing erotic about it, unless maybe you're into scat and insects. ...And I probably just gave someone, somewhere, a new fetish lol)

Also hope you enjoy, thanks for reading, I'm always happy about feedback/criticism, and so forth.

Oh, wow, given that it was my request, that was very nice.

Thanks!! :D

Definitely wouldn't mind seeing more of the museum. Maybe a horizontal bisection (cut in half at the waist), a guillotine decap, and maybe they return to the impalement exhibit once the tour's done. Garroting would be fun, too - but yeah, that class should be vastly depopulated by the time they leave, at the very least. :)

Ah, that's a shame, if you can ever get around to it though that would certainly be awesome. ^^

In the meantime, regarding alternatives, are you still interested in a pokemon story in general, because maybe something else could work for either Maylene or Roxie then? Apart from that, other suggestions could be another Tracer story, Katara/Toph/Korra or Jinora from the avatar universe or Ellie from the Last of Us.

Would you be interested in writing any of those?

>>6690
Sure, I can do a Pokémon character; my problem was the fact that fight scenes are seriously tricky to do well (and I hold myself to needlessly high standards).

Same guidelines as before (i.e. no actual Pokémon involved, no cannibalism or (major) scat, and preferably no canon males as the killer (females may be okay, case-by-case basis); yes I know this is kinda childish). Think of some idea/s and preferred victim/s, and we'll come up with something.

Well, I guess if you want suggestions involving Pokemon characters, I can make a suggestion.

What would you say to trying something with Flannery? Got a couple scenarios in mind.

Firs scenario is a hanging, a kinky-time gone all the way scenario. In this scenario, Flannery has often gotten off to a bit of choking before, but she decides she's ready to experience the ultimate orgasm, and hangs herself.

Second scenario is a seppuku scene, essentially another kinky-time gone all the way, but with a bit of the museum bit mixed in: Flannery has always wondered what it would be like to commit seppuku, and occasionally masturbates to it, and finally gets her chance.

Either of those ideas seem like they might work?

>>6689
I will be doing more of that museum in time, maybe with that same class, maybe with another (as well as something non-lethally involving Yuki and the as-of-yet-unnamed (and I believe not even gender-identified, she's a girl, though) PoV character. Maybe Yuki winds up getting her into guro too and they end up watching snuff films together before/while having hot lesbian sex).

However I don't think the museum would offer 'interactive' bisection, all those guts spilling out would be a total bitch to clean up (also I'm not sure if/when and where this was actually used as in execution method in real life). Guillotine is fair game though, as is impalement, garroting (which I may liken even more than plain hanging, but I'm not sure if I've actually written one yet ^^) and shooting/firing squad.

Thing is, guillotine and shooting (and some other methods probably) are over pretty quickly, so those chapters would be accordingly short, unless I can find something to expand them (and preferably something other than every single victim being exhibitionistic and wanting to finger herself/get fucked before she dies. This kind of thing is only original once or twice). Would you have any suggestions for that? (Or are very short pieces okay too?)

Also, can you think of any other execution methods that'd make viable interactive exhibits? (Requirements something like: over reasonably fast; doesn't require an excessive amount of tools/space and can be done indoors, one device like a gallows/guillotine is about the upper limit; doesn't make too much of a mess, a bunch of blood is fine, internal organs all over the floor less so.) Or how about some (non-lethal, non permanently-disfiguring) torture to inflict on the PoV or her friend, any suggestions?

>>6723
>>6693 was directed in particular at that other poster whom I'd accepted a request from and then failed to deliver because writer's block :( But generally I'm always open for suggestions. And Flannery is totally hot (pun most definitely intended, not even sorry), but tbqh, both of your suggestions seem a little generic and similar to stuff I did before. Wanna come up with something more original/detailed instead? (I'd also rather it be non-con for a change, or maybe some kind of accident). But if not that's okay too, I still have a few more things to work off, including the museum, and another story that's already mostly done (hopefully by the weekend, but no promises).

>>6758

Well, for stuff that's over way too fast, you could always combine the two scenes into a single 'chapter', or maybe include some 'rape' into the mix - the victim isn't exhibitionistic, but one of her classmates just can't stop themselves and want to fuck her as she dies, and by volunteering to take part in the exhibit, she loses all options regarding consent in the matter.

On the topic of Flannery, well, maybe we can alter the hanging one into a slightly different story, going more 'Kinky Time gone wrong'.

Two options for this, both involving Flannery having an asphyx kink.

First option is like this: About once a week, Flannery will set up a noose and a stool, step on the stool and slip the noose around her neck (possibly tightening it in order to heighten the sensations) and just spend a few minutes masturbating in that situation before undoing the noose and stepping down. Only one day, she accidentally kicks the stool out from under her without loosening the noose, meaning she hangs to death, though having a final orgasm on her way out.

Second option gets rid of the noose, and simply has Flannery wrap a cord around her neck once in a while, enjoying the feeling when she pulls it tight for a few minutes. She'd use some kind of slip knot to ensure it stays tight while she masturbates to the feeling, but has some sort of mechanism to loosen it on command - only this time, the mechanism fails, meaning she can't escape as she is essentially strangled to death.

Either of those options work?

Figures that just as I'm about to finish another story gurochan decides to go down for a few days. But it's back now, so here you go.

The many deaths of Ayanami Rei [Neon Genesis Evangelion, various m/f/f 2- and 3-some, shooting, asphyxiation, decapitation, and then some, clones, con]

Rei Ayanami was standing beside herself – literally. The room, probably an old, disused warehouse was filled with no less than half a dozen other pale blue-haired, red-eyed girls, all completely naked. And besides herself, all of them were going to die very soon.

Rei had been given a most interesting opportunity indeed. As would happen sometimes, NERV had weeded out some of her backup clones that were starting to show signs of degradation to dispose, but this time she had talked the commander into leaving the task to her instead of just breaking them down into organic matter.

After a recent near-death-experience, Rei had become quite curious about the feeling of death, so she would use her clones to experience it without experiencing it, so to speak, obtaining as much of their memories as the implants could record and later synching them with her own. To that end she'd procured a variety of utensils, ranging from some guns and knives all the way to an improvised guillotine, and invited two of her classmates and fellow pilots.

And they were late. It was already ten minutes past the agreed time, and the commander had been unwilling to leave Rei without supervision for too long, so they didn't have too much time in the first place.

...She'd probably have to start on her own, then. Rei wordlessly pointed at one of the clones, then the noose fastened to a beam above a pair of crates, and with a small nod, she climbed up and placed the noose around her neck, tightening it. The original Rei walked up to the clone and pushed against the lower crate with her foot a few times until the upper crate tilted and fell off with a clattering sound, leaving the clone hanging.

For several seconds there was no reaction safe the clone swaying slightly and her breath sounding a little strained, but before long she started gasping and kicking, her feet straining for the ground far out of her reach.

Rei just silently watched as the clone's movements kept growing more and more desperate until she was uncontrollably flailing and trashing, producing long rattling gasps, and tears in her eyes. But it likely would take several minutes more for her to die. Now that Rei though about it, this method gave a particularly good show, maybe she should have saved this one until the others were there too.

Speaking of which... There was a pair of voices outside.

“I keep telling you this is the place, stupid!”

“But it looks nothing like Ayanami described!”

“The way matches, the surroundings match, maybe she just got the look of the building wrong! Come on, go in!”

Rei gestured to another clone and she quickly hurried outside to save Ikari-kun and Sohryu-san from their argument.

“I told you this was the right place, didn't I?”

“...Yes, fine. You were right and I was wrong. Happy now?”

“Very much so. I see you're already started.” Sohryu-san greeted Rei, indicating the clone struggling in the air.

“Yes. You were late, and we don't have too much time.”

“Nah, it's fine. We go here for the best part, didn't we, stupid?”

“Huh? Oh... yes.” Ikari-kun was obviously distracted by all the naked girls standing in front of him. He probably was rather inexperienced, but Rei hoped he would use this opportunity to go a little 'further' with one of her clones; after all if one of them had sex, she would be able to gain that memory too, while still keeping her virginity.

But first things first. The clone's face was shifting color due to cyanosis and her movements were dying down, the huge struggles replaced by minor jerks and twitches, while both Ikari-kun and Sohryu-san were watching intently. Ultimately it took another three or so minutes before the clone went limp, a trickle of urine running down her legs and dripping to the floor.

“Alright, now what?” Sohryu-san spoke up after several seconds.

“It's obvious.” Rei couldn't resist the slightly snarky remark “You do what I invited you here for and kill the rest of the clones.”

***

“Okay, stupid.” Asuka said “I say we take turns offing wondergirl's clones.”

“Um, sure. Who gets to go first?”

“Me of course.”

“No way, why would you?”

“Why wouldn't I?”

“That's not a reason!”

Fortunately before the two could descend into a particularly pointless argument, Ayanami stepped in with the obvious solution. “How about a game of rock-paper-scissors? Whoever wins gets to go first.”

“Fair enough, come on, stupid.”

It took over ten ties before Shinji finally won, by doing the exact opposite of what he thought he should do, and even though Asuka frowned, she was a halfway graceful loser. “Alright, stupid, you get the first go. Make it quick.” ...Emphasis on 'halfway'.

Shinji was actually not quite sure what to do now. Of course he was supposed to kill one of the clones, but he had no idea how. Thankfully after a few moments the same clone that had brought him and Asuka in picked up on his indecisiveness and offered him some handgun he really should have been able to identify after NERV's weapons training, but all he could tell was that it was semi-automatic and probably had a relatively large caliber.

“You can use this, Ikari-kun.” The clone said, leading Shinji a little away from Ayanami and Asuka, who were engaging in some other conversation. “Or you could do whatever else you want, anything.” At that the clone- he was just going to call her 'Rei' from now on, Rei paused to stand with her legs a bit more apart and sticking out her hips and chest a little.

Ayanami had explicitly told him that he could do quite literally anything with the clones, and that included sex – and she'd actually seemed almost hopeful for that –, but Shinji wasn't quite sure about this, especially not with others watching, if they had a private room of some sort, he probably would have gone for the chance, though. ...Maybe he could work up the courage to do this step by step, there were still a few clones left after all.

After a short moment of deliberation Shinji took the gun the clone was still holding, but instead of shooting her, he turned his grip so the barrel was pointing upwards and reached down, rubbing the muzzle over Rei's pussy a few times before pushing against her labia until the barrel entered her and Rei drew in a small breath at the touch of the cold metal.

Shinji slowly began moving the gun up and down and back and forth, and even though he had only some basic, theoretical knowledge to draw from, he seemed to be doing something right, as Rei's breaths quickly became those of arousal, her pale face slightly flush. She started moving her hips in sync with Shinji, and he sped up a little, noticing Rei was clearly wet, and some of it had gotten on his fingers too.

As they continued Rei soon started moaning loudly, garnering the attention of the other clones, but at this point Shinji wasn't going to be deterred. It didn't take much longer until Rei came, her voice hitting a crescendo, clenching and bucking for several moments, and squirting all over the gun and Shinji's hand, before slowly winding down, panting and her face still red.

Shinji withdrew the gun from Rei's pussy and wiped off the barrel on his shirt, when Rei noticed his hand she'd just come all over and reached for it. “Let me clean that for you, Ikari-kun.” She didn't even give Shinji any time to answer and took his hand, then proceeded to lick it, almost sensually cleaning the palm and the back and every single finger, before drying it best as she could by wiping it over her bare chest a few times. And as Shinji pulled back to dry the rest on his shirt then took the gun again, he got the perfect idea how to finish this one.

He pushed Rei's lips apart with the gun, forcing the barrel into her mouth until he hit the back and she made a gagging sound. “Suck it.” Shinji demanded, and after a short moment Rei began moving her head back and forth a bit, her lips playing with the metal and her tongue sliding all around the barrel suggestively. She really seemed to know what she was doing, Shinji mused, he'd have to let the next one do that for him, only a blowjob wasn't so bad, was it?

“Rei?” “Hm?” She paused, and as soon as Rei turned her gaze back to him, Shinji pulled the trigger.

With a loud bang the back of Rei's head burst into a shower of red, white and gray, splattering the wall behind her as Rei's head rocked backwards and her body fell against the wall, sliding down until she was sitting against it, her head slumped forward and the massive exit wound giving a clear view on the gray matter of her brain.

Shinji leaned down and lifted Rei's chin to look at her face; there was a good amount of blood running from her mouth and even nose, dripping onto her chest and breasts, but otherwise she was practically unblemished, the light within her eyes gone in a heartbeat.

Rei's body was still twitching slightly, and Shinji noticed she had ended up sitting in such a way her legs were giving a clear view of her – completely shaved – pussy. However before he could take much of a closer look with one final shudder the body released its bladder, a small pool of yellow forming between her legs and Shinji took a step back. Well, whatever. On to the next one.

***

The remaining clones had impassively observed other's demise and were obediently waiting for the next one. Shinji waved one over at random, asking her “Before I finish you, would you mind giving me a, um... blowjob?”

“Of course, Ikari-kun.” Without any hesitation Rei kneeled down in front of him, opened his zipper and reached into his underpants, pulling out his already half-erect penis. She stroked it a few times, her perfectly smooth fingers running along the entire length of the shaft, before she carefully drew a fingernail along the underside, making Shinji draw in a sharp breath of arousal.

Then Rei parted her lips, closing them around the very tip and gently moving them back and forth, before finally opening her mouth proper and letting in the entire head. The inside of her mouth was so warm and soft and wet, and Shinji let out a gasp as Rei's tongue brushed against the underside of his dick, flicking it several times before starting to play around the tip as Rei leaned forward a bit, letting him in deeper.

Rei began moving her head back and forth, steadying herself with her hands to his legs and getting deeper and quicker until she was working almost his entire length with her lips and tongue. Shinji was panting from pleasure, and he could already feel his climax approaching as he grabbed the back of Rei's head to speed her movements along, and she quickly adjusted, keeping up the pace.

Following an impulse, Shinji forced Rei's head all the way down until he hit the back of her mouth, then slightly moved back and forth, literally fucking her throat as Rei produced a series of choking sounds. After a good 30 seconds she started straining against him, struggling for breath, so Shinji let go and she quickly pulled back, gasping and panting for air. As she resumed sucking his dick, Shinji wondered if it would actually be possible to kill her by choking her with his dick; it certainly would make for a very interesting attempt.

However before he could continue that train of thought, much less put it into practice, all of a sudden Asuka was standing behind Rei, grabbed her hair to pull her head back, and before either of them could react, drew a gleaming piece of metal over Rei's neck, cutting her throat wide open.

Rei's eyes widened in surprise and her hands reflexively went to her neck, the wound almost like a wide, bloody, smile, as she made a low gurgling noise, the blood already pooling in her mouth. It took just a few moments for her body to start shuddering and jerking around, splashing blood everywhere, including Shinji and even Asuka.

However, to her credit, Asuka had done good work with the cut, it only took a short while for Rei to fall over, her vacant eyes staring at the ceiling as her body's final twitches died down in a pool of her own blood.

“Hey!” Shinji protested “What'd you do that for?”

“Because I felt like it. And it was my turn anyways, you got the first one.”

“You at least could've let finish!”

“Be thankful I pulled her head away first, stupid.”

“That's not-” Shinji's reply fell short as Asuka stepped closer to him, inspecting his still erect penis.

“What a sorry picture. You probably never had a girl do this for you before, have you?”

“N-no, I...”

“Know what?” Asuka shoved Shinji a few steps backwards until they were far enough away from the bloody mess wondergirl's clone had made, then kneeled in front of him. “I'm in a generous mood today, so I'll help you finish. But, I get to kill the next one too.”

Without even waiting for an answer, because there was just no way any man would refuse this offer, Asuka opened her mouth, taking in Shinji's dick. It was huge and hot inside her, faintly throbbing with every heartbeat, and still wet from Rei's mouth, but at the tip also a little salty.

Asuka had next to no idea what she was doing, but she'd never let that stop her before. She began quickly moving her head back and forth, sliding her lips over his shaft while her tongue played all around the tip, making up what she lacked in experience or technique in passion.

And it seemed to be working as Shinji soon began groaning, and Asuka could just sense he was about to finish. However this also posed a small problem, as men always would make such a mess when they came, and she most certainly didn't intend to have his ...stuff all over her face, hair and clothes. ...That meant she'd have to take it all in her mouth; the idiot was more lucky than he could ever imagine.

“Ah- Asuka, I-” And there it was. Asuka had to fight the urge to get away from the impending mess as fast as possible, and instead kept her mouth around Shinji's dick as it twitched a few times before almost rhythmically shooting several hot, salty loads of cum into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and almost making her gag.

After several moments Shinji finished and Asuka left him a few seconds before pulling back, his dick already beginning to go limp. How typical.

“Hey.” Shinji said. “Open your mouth.” Asuka had seen enough porn to know where he was going with this, so used her tongue to gather his cum in the front of her mouth, then opened up, showing the white pool, further embiggened by her own saliva. After a few seconds she decided that was enough of a show, tilted her head backwards a bit and closed her eyes as she swallowed the sticky mess, shuddering a little as it slid down her throat.

“Wow. That was... hot. Thank you, Asuka.”

“Whatever.” Asuka got up with a huff. She'd probably have to brush her teeth with hydrochloric acid to get rid of this feeling in her mouth. But she could do that later, right now there were still more dolls to break.

***

“Hey wondergirl- no wait.” Asuka interrupted herself “The original is wondergirl, you're just a clone. ...Come here, wonderclone.” She pointed at another clone, and it dutifully followed her to a large metal table, stupid Shinji trailing behind them as expected.

“Lay down.” Asuka commanded, and Rei did, then Asuka climbed on top of her, straddling her and placing both hands around her neck. “I'm going to slowly choke you to death now.”

Rei just nodded. “Very well.” That nonchalant manner totally pissed Asuka off, but before she could proceed to vent on the clone, she got an idea.

“Hey, stupid. Of course you just got the best blowjob of your life, but think you have enough stamina for another go?”

“I- um, what?”

“Wanna fuck wonderclone while I snuff her? I bet you could even take her up the ass, I hear that's supposed to be especially tight.” Not to mention painful for Rei.

“Oh, uh... sure.” Of course, he was a man after all.

Asuka didn't even have to turn around to hear the sound of a zipper opening and pants dropping to the floor, then she felt a shift behind her and Rei let out a wince, then started rocking back and forth as Shinji began fucking her, her breath quickly shifting to rhythmic moans. But Asuka would be damned if she let wonderclone get off before dying.

She forcefully closed her hands around Rei's neck and it only took a handful of seconds before Rei's moans became breathless gasps and her face began turning red. This was much easier than Asuka had expected, though of course she didn't know how long she'd have to keep it up, but she was positive her strength would be enough.

Wonderclone's complete lack of reaction wasn't helping either, because even as her face and lips were slowly shifting towards blue, she hardly moved, much less tried to resist in any meaningful way. If anything, her expression was almost happy still, maybe stupid Shinji was actually doing a good job.

“Hey, stupid. I know you're in the middle of something, but pull out for a moment.”

“What for?” Shinji wasn't showing any inclination of stopping.

“Just do it, idiot! I don't want to give wonderclone this pleasure before she kicks the bucket.” Keeping up her grip around Rei's throat, Asuka shifted her position until she was half laying on top of her, her knees next to Rei's hip and presenting her ass to Shinji. “Instead you get to fuck me while I choke the life out of her.”

“B-but...”

“What?! Am I not good enough for you or something? I got you off before, so it's only fair you repay me.”

“I- uh, sorry.” Shinji's movements stopped and Rei quickly got a disappointed expression... but that was all that happened. “Um... How do I...”

Asuka sighed “You're really hopeless, you know. Just lift my skirt, and then do the same you just did for wonderclone.” Asuka only rarely actually wore underwear, and for this event in particular she had foreseen the need for 'easy access' at some point, even Shinji should be able to handle this task.

And true enough, he managed to get her skirt out of the way without any incident and a moment later the tip of his dick was rubbing against her labia before finally parting them and entering her. At the sudden sensation Asuka clenched, eliciting a gasp from Shinji as he began thrusting inside her, first slow, then quickly picking up speed, and Asuka couldn't suppress a moan herself, beginning moving in a slight counterpoint to him.

Only as they were settling into a rhythm Asuka's attention returned to Rei. By now she was pretty much purple, but still conscious, and Asuka made a taunting expression at her, as if to say 'look at me, I'm getting what you're not', and Rei glared back at her through bloodshot eyes, as Asuka let out a particularly long and exaggerated moan.

Some minutes later as Asuka felt her climax approaching, Rei finally showed some actual reaction as she opened her mouth to a series of desperate hacking noises and began kicking her legs and pointlessly clawing at Asuka's hands with oddly soft fingernails. For some reason wonderclone's struggles were turning Asuka on more than just a little, or maybe it was more so the fact she was totally rubbing it in right now how she got to be fucked by Shinji instead, but either way she wondered if she could time it just right so she would come at just the moment Rei died.

“Hey, stupid.” Asuka panted “Slow down a little... I'm not quite done with her yet.” Shinji obeyed at first , but slowly kept speeding up again over the next few minutes as he no doubt was about to come. But by now so was Asuka, and Rei's movements were weakening already, just a little longer...

The timing was almost perfect. Just as Rei's body went limp with one last sigh and her eyes rolled back, Asuka couldn't hold it any longer and let out crescendo of moans, almost shrieks as her orgasm flooded over her, and before she was even finished she heard Shinji grunt behind her as he tensed and his dick pulsed inside her, filling her with a hot sensation before both of them slowly wound down. Of course stupid hadn't been using a condom, and of course Asuka was taking precautions herself, it wasn't like you could count on men to do it.

Panting heavily, Asuka nonetheless kept her hands around Rei's neck a while longer just to be sure, until Shinji withdrew his dick from her, and she shifted a bit before opening her labia with both hands, trying to get as much of Shinji's cum out of her as she could, some of it dripping right on Rei's pussy. Looked liked wonderclone was getting some of him after all, just too bad she was long past caring by now.

Asuka got off of Rei's body and adjusted her skirt before turning to Shinji. “That was your first time, wasn't it, stupid? You should consider yourself lucky you got to do it with two girls, especially one as gorgeous as me.”

“Um, I-”

“Do you have a tissue or something?” Asuka cut him off “I need to clean up your mess.” Shinji handed her a pack and Asuka placed one foot on the table to wipe off the outside of her pussy, not really caring she was flashing Shinji, it wasn't like he'd just seen all that and more.

“Um, Asuka...” Shinji started as she was done and threw the pack back to him. “You just killed two in a row, so that means I get to do the next one.”

“...Fine. Unless the original wondergirl wants another one, but I don't think so. Come on.”

“Hang on.” Asuka and Shinji paused in front of the original Rei and a single naked clone. “Weren't there one more of you just before?”

“Yes.” Wondergirl said “The other one went up the building to jump-” As if on cue she was interrupted by a whooshing sound followed by a sickening crunch and splat as a pale figure fell right past the windows before hitting the ground just outside the open door, and they quickly stepped outside to inspect her.

The clone was lying on the ground in a massive pool of blood, most likely dead on impact, even if she was still twitching a little and just now embarrassingly pissed herself. Asuka walked around her to see her head was literally split open, her pretty face thoroughly ruined, with huge chunks of brain and skull all over the ground, and even an eye popped out of the socket.

Asuka turned around to see Shinji walking back in with the final clone and frowned. She had given him this one, but she'd also thought there would be one more, so she'd come out on top in the end. However as she walked back in to see what stupid was gonna do, she noticed a large bag wondergirl had apparently brought with her too, so just out of curiosity Asuka picked it up, and as soon as she opened it, a wide grin grew on her face. Why, hello there. This was going to be good.

***

Shinji led the final clone across the room to a very peculiar contraption. He had no idea how Ayanami had gotten the parts for a guillotine, and even though bits of it were ostensibly improvised, jury-rigged or duct-taped, the blade seemed pretty sharp and the rails looked sturdy enough, so it would do just fine.

Without further instruction Rei laid down on the table of the device and even fastened her own head in the lunette. “Ikari-kun,” she asked, letting her legs hang to the sides of the table, baring her pussy and ass “would you like to have sex with me? I believe if you time my decapitation right, my body's convulsions will make the act especially enjoyable.”

It was slightly surreal, having a girl present herself to him like this while nonchalantly talking about her impending death, but in truth Shinji had seen weirder things from Ayanami before, including the rest of this whole afternoon. With a nod he took off his trousers and dropped his underpants, stroking his dick a few times and easily getting hard again before entering Rei's pussy.

Just like the one before that Asuka had killed, this Rei was nice and tight, even without the twitches her choking had produced, and Shinji quickly found a pace, Rei moving with him as much as her restraints would allow and quickly starting to moan in pleasure.

They'd only been at it for a few minutes when suddenly Asuka stepped up behind Shinji and reached around him to open his jacket and take it off, leaving him in only a thin shirt and the underpants hanging around his ankles. “Say,” she seductively spoke right into his ear, pressing herself against Shinji's back, clearly naked as he distinctly felt her nipples and small firm tits through the fabric of his shirt “you look like you're having fun. Mind if I join?”

“Um, what-”

“I'll take that as a 'yes'.” Asuka briefly withdrew and there was a rustling sound and something hard and slightly wet brushed against his backside, and Asuka reached down to push his cheeks apart

“Asuka, what- Don't- Aah!” Shinji screamed in surprise when suddenly Asuka pushed inside him, something thick and hard invading his rectum as Asuka clung around his back again.

“Check it out.” She said as Shinji clenched his teeth at the sudden sensation “Wondergirl had a whole bunch of toys with her, so I though why not use some?”

“But why on me instead of – ah – you?”

“Why not? It's funnier this way. And besides, you got to fuck me before, so this is the payment.”

“But you said-”

“You didn't really think that one blowjob was worth taking my virginity, did you? I'm gonna take your boy virginity instead, it's only fair.”

Shinji wanted to protest, but there actually was a certain amount of logic to what Asuka was saying. And even though the strap-on inside his ass was painful, in a way it also felt kinda good, so he might as well go along with it.

“Hey.” Asuka thrust into him once more and Shinji let out a halfway cross between a pained gasp and a moan. “Are you just gonna stand here or are you gonna continue some time soon? Don't keep wonderclone waiting.”

Right. Rei had just patiently waited out their conversation, even if he still was inside her. Actually... Before he hadn't wanted to fuck the other Rei's ass, but now that Asuka was doing the same thing to him he was rather curious how that would feel. “Um, Rei... would you- would you be okay with anal too?”

“Yes, whatever pleases you, Ikari-kun.” That was all the invitation he needed, but it wasn't like Rei was in any position to actually stop him anyways. Shinji pulled out and spread Rei's cheeks, dripping some saliva on her asshole and smearing it around, before pressing his dick against the opening and slowly pushing.

The very tip went in easily, but Shinji quickly encountered resistance and had to force himself inside her bit by bit, putting some more spit on it along the way, until he passed the narrowest point and suddenly swiftly slid in almost all the way as Rei audibly winced. Her ass felt different than her pussy and slightly odd, but it was even tighter and clenched with almost every small movement.

Shinji slowly began moving and Rei tensed with a small whimper while Asuka pushed inside him in return, eliciting a sharp gasp. As Shinji sped up, so did Asuka, and apparently the strap-on was double-sided, or she had something else inside her, as her breath behind him clearly reflected her arousal as well.

The thought crossed Shinji's mind just how strange his situation was; this morning he'd still been a virgin, now he was fucking a girl he was about to decapitate in the ass while another girl, that he'd fucked and gotten a blowjob from too, was fucking him with a dildo. ...He'd really have to thank Ayanami for this opportunity.

Both Asuka and Shinji were approaching their climax once more, while, even if technically consensual, the anal had broken Rei's facade and reduced her to sobbing, yet he sped up a little more and thrust a little deeper, and just as Rei let out a pained scream, Asuka seemingly reached an orgasm as her moans hit their highest and loudest and she clenched her arms around Shinji, almost crushing his ribcage and thrusting particularly far into him, hitting something deep inside Shinji and suddenly he was at the edge too, and quickly reached for the lever to activate the guillotine.

The blade came down with a deceptively low sound before cleanly cutting through Rei's neck with a thud, cutting her off mid-scream.

Rei's head vanished from view as it fell down, but her body bucked and jerked around, spurting a fountain of blood from her severed neck and almost righting itself, and Shinji had to grip her arms to stop it from escaping. But as predicted, in her death throes Rei's asshole clenched as much as the rest of her body shuddered, and Shinji almost instantly came, shooting his load into Rei as her body kept twitching and struggling for several seconds longer before finally dying down.

Panting, Shinji slowly wound down from his climax, only to suddenly be jerked back into reality by Asuka withdrawing the dildo from his ass, making him wince “Ow! Little warning next time?” He pulled his dick out of Rei, noticing how some of his cum came out with it, sliding down to her visibly wet pussy, from arousal or urine he couldn't say, but it was kinda hot either way.

As Ikari-kun and Sohryu-san got dressed, then started bickering about something involving anal sex Rei looked around the carnage they had created. NERV would definitely have their fun scrubbing the entire area down to remove all biological materials. Or maybe there'd just be a random fire from some 'faulty wiring' tonight. But the commander had given her permission, and specifically sent her to this place, so everything was fine.

And while she couldn't yet say just how much of their experiences the clones' implants had recorded, Rei already felt comfortable considering this afternoon a huge success.

>>6785

This one was loosely inspired by Aoi Hikari, in giving me the idea of using Rei's clones, and I may have taken the 'wondergirl' moniker Asuka uses from their stories too. I think this is a bit different from the stuff I did so far, but some variety is always a good thing. Also I believe this is my longest story yet by a decent margin.

Not much else to say here except the usual: Feedback, suggestions, thanks for reading, yadda, yadda

Also I had an interesting idea, and was wondering if there was any interest for that: I've seen a few interactive 'Choose your own Adventure' sort of threads here, but iirc those tend to be from the killer's perspective or from an in-universe audience.

I'd like to do one from a victim's PoV, but with the catch that the point is not as much 'winning' as it is to encounter a variety of ways to die gruesomely. Something along the lines of 'I Wanna be the Guy' meets 'Demonophobia' or 'Another Dimension', as CYOA story. 'Choose your own Death', if you will.

But this sort of thing needs at least a handful of participants to be worthwhile. So would you be interested in something like this? Then please let me know (also any kind of input/suggestions for this you might have).

Any thoughts on my revised suggestions for Flannery?

>>6803
I must've missed your previous reply, my bad. If, I'd do something along the lines of the second one. I just need to think of the exact logistics what could go wrong; when I do something like this, I'm practically safe as all the pressure only comes from my own hand pulling the rope, so should I black out (which never even happened so far) I'll just let go, freeing myself. So she'd have to be pretty clumsy, careless, or using an inherently unsafe contraption to accidentally kill herself (then again, people died in dumber ways before; see the Darwin Awards for some examples). Can you think of any details how exactly Flannery could mess up? (If not I'm sure I'll come up with something)

Although right now I'll probably wait a few days to see if my idea for a 'Choose your own Adventure' sort of thing gets any resonance, because I'd be really interested in trying that. Btw, you seem like a frequent reader of my stuff, what do you think of that idea? (It's in the comment immediately above yours)

>>6813

Hmm...

Well, a CYoA story from the victim's perspective would be rather interesting... though for best effect, you'd have to tie it into a place with a lot of Snuff options - such as a tour of that museum, or a Snuff Festival.

As for Flannery, I'd say she uses a slip-knot to pull the rope tight and keep it tight, and keeps something sharp like a knife handy to cut the rope when she needs it (She'd go through a lot of rope, but she'd have a large supply handy), only during the story, either the blade doesn't cut or she does something to knock it out of her reach (or if it's a Swiss Army Knife, she accidentally closes the knife after she passes the point where she lacks the strength to open it up again.

She could even know the dangers to what she's doing, but the peril could be part of what turns her on. :)

That work?

>>6818
I was thinking of a bit more of a horror vibe, a lá Demonophobia or Another Dimension, with everything out to kill you. A 'Saw' style death course, a dark maze or forest, the lab of a mad scientist, something invisible hunting you in broad daylight... There's a ton of stuff I could do. Although a consensual variant where you wander a festival/museum and get to watch a few deaths before getting snuffed yourself has an interesting ring to it too. We'll see.

For Flannery, the peril being part of the whole thing is a good point (if a kinda stupid thing to do, but in-character it's perfectly fine), but a knife seems rather impractical. I envision she has some sort of 'release' she just has to pull to open the knot (I just won't go into the details of that because I know next to nothing about knots; the reader will just have to assume it works somehow), and a knife as a backup. Too bad this time she hits the 1 in a million chance of the release failing and her knife ending up out of reach. Gg.

>>6819

Gotcha. I've always kinda preferred con to non-con, so my suggestions will tend to favor that, too. :)

And that certainly works for Flannery. Looking forward to seeing it. :)

>>6820

[Pokémon, f-self, asphyxiation, accidental]

“Aaand that's game!” The referee swipes her hand down “Winner is the Gym Leader Flannery!” As her opponent recalls his beaten fighter, Flannery hurries onto the field and pets her Pokémon. “Great job, Torkoal! That was awesome!” “Tooaar.” “Alright get some rest now, thank you for your hard work.” She returns Torkoal to its Pokéball, then turns to her challenger.

“That was a good fight, you did well. Get some more training and I'll gladly battle you again.” He really did; even if using an Abomasnow in a Fire-type Gym was a rather questionable decision, the fact that he even reached her speaks for itself, and his Rain Dance plus Water Pulse combo was almost enough to give Flannery a run for her money. But in the end the type weakness was too big, on top of the resulting steam clouds being advantageous to Torkoal too. The boy mutters something unintelligible and leaves. But he's gonna be back, Flannery can tell just from looking at him; not that she minds at all, rematches tend to make for the best battles.

With a long sigh Flannery stretches, adjusts her top and tries to wipe her sticky hair out of her face to little avail. She really does like hot temperatures, and she's used to the humid air of the hot springs, but thanks to the Rain Dance, this battle got just a little too heated – or at least too heated to be wearing anything more than a towel around her waist.

After a short glance at the clock, Flannery waves over her aide, noticing how the blue-haired girl is barely even sweating despite the climate in the room. How does she do that? “I already had a bunch of challengers, I think we can call it for today, right?” “Sure.” The girl nods; of course, who in their right mind would say no to getting home from work early? ...Okay, Roxanne might, but that chick really is a nerd, simple as that.

“Right. If there are still challengers waiting, just book them for tomorrow morning, would you?” “Of course.” “Thanks. See you tomorrow.” “Yeah, see you.” As her assistant returns to the reception, Flannery leaves the Gym via the side exit and makes her way back to her home close by.

Locking the door behind her, Flannery steps out of her shoes, then undoes her top and just drops both parts to the floor, freeing her breasts that were uncomfortably tied down; she really should look into getting a sports bra or something. Wandering through her apartment topless, she quickly gathers her laptop and a few other utensils before entering her bedroom, the permanently closed blinds creating a nice and cool ambient temperature.

This day was seriously stressful, soo many battles. And what better way to unwind. Taking off her trousers, now only wearing dark red panties, Flannery boots up her laptop and loads a few of her favorite videos. Of course the 'plot' as it were is pretty unremarkable, but that's not what you watch porn for, is it? It's about the action, and that is hot as always; by the time the second victim gets hanged and begins dancing in the air, Flannery is already wet, playing with her breasts with one hand while the other rubs the outside of her pussy through her panties.

After the video ends she briefly checks that one imageboard, but after the recent outage it suffered there's little new content right now, a shame. Flannery pauses to take off her soaked panties, then starts tying a long, soft piece of rope into a rather complicated knot. It took quite a few tries to figure out just how to tie it, and since one really close call she always has a knife handy just in case.

This whole thing is probably unsafe and silly, but somehow to Flannery the peril is very much part of what turns her on. It's not like she's careless or anything; she always stops way in advance, the knot will completely open if she pulls the release, and she's got her knife – which she never actually had to use yet –, so there's little that could go wrong.

Double-checking the loop, Flannery ties one end of the contraption to the post at the top of her bed, then lies onto her bad and places the other side around her neck, carefully pulling it closed until the rope sits just about tight around her neck.

Flannery only has to pull forward a little for the rope to slip tighter, and once it does it won't loosen on its own, unless she undoes the entire knot. It's actually quite ingenious, this way she has both her hands free while still having control about how strongly she gets choked.

She leans forward a fair bit, the pressure immediately closing around her throat and her heartbeat audible in her ears as she starts rubbing her fingers around her clit in small circles while the other hand begins playing with her nipples.

Her labored breaths and moans gradually shifting into gasps, Flannery slowly keeps tightening the rope as her pleasure grows, soon pushing multiple fingers into her pussy as the other continues working her clit. She knows her face must be seriously red by now, and her head is pounding, but it only actually serves to push her further, all other sensations intensified, both the pain and the pleasure.

Flannery soon feels her climax approaching, and pulls at the rope once more, letting out a loud gasp as it cuts into her neck even further, the rest of her body feeling like an interplay of numbness and searing pain and her head and lungs aching for air. But they're not going to get it quite yet, just a little longer.

Just a few moments later she reaches an orgasm, her moans cut off into strangled sounds by the rope, her entire body rhythmically tensing and arching her back as her mind is awash in a flood of contradictory sensations, the pleasure briefly supplanting the pain, all the more heightened by her body's signals of danger and impending death.

On the brink between life and death, pleasure and pain. These moments Flannery feels more alive than anytime else.

But alas, her orgasm subsides much too soon and the pain returns full force, but Flannery has done this often enough to not pointlessly panic, and instead focuses through the haze enveloping her sense and the spots flickering before her eyes, almost calmly reaching for the loose end of rope hanging from the knot around her neck and pulling it – only for the end to give way a few centimeters before stopping, and the knot doing nothing at all.

Did she actually make a mistake while tying it? Fuck. Where is the knife?! Blackness begins creeping over the edges of her vision as Flannery frantically grasps for her knife and quickly finds it, but by this point her fingers aren't quite obeying her anymore and drop the knife again immediately. Forcing down the rising panic inside her, she carefully reaches for the knife once more – only for her fingers to brush against the blade from the wrong side, sending it falling off the edge of the bed with a low clattering sound.

No! Flannery tries to get up and pick up the knife, but the rope around her neck holds her back, tightening even further in the process and eliciting a desperate gasp. She reaches over her head, trying to free the other end of the rope from the bedpost, but her trembling fingers keep slipping. Come on! This can't be how it ends! She just.. just needs to turn around and get up...

But her feet can't find any purchase on her sheets, pointlessly kicking as Flannery's hands begin desperately clawing at the rope to no avail, pulling it even tighter if anything, her fingernails tearing bloody red marks into her skin. No, not like this... Her eyes fill with tears as her body slowly ceases obeying her, only twitching and convulsing out of reflex, every single synapse feeling as if on fire.

Through the incredible, overwhelming pain filling Flannery's mind, the blackness slowly engulfing all of her is an almost welcome release, and she is only very vaguely aware of her body surrendering, her struggles dying down and peeing herself, as everything fades to whit-

>>6859

As per request. I wasn't sure about the semantics of con/non-con for this one because Flannery clearly wants to choke herself, but she also clearly doesn't want to die, so I went with 'accidental' instead, which is much more clear. This one turned out pretty short, 'porn-without-plot' levels, but that was all the request entailed, and besides, hey, it means I got it done faster.

Feel free to disregard the first two paragraphs, they're just me being a colossal nerd (but in-universe they're completely correct). There's also a meta-joke/recursive reality sort of thing in there, in that Flannery visits gurochan in-universe, I just found the idea kinda funny.

Very nice. :)

Certainly wouldn't mind seeing more accidental ones.

Also, have a couple more Museum ideas. :)

One is with the same class as the previous one, only this time they hit the guillotine exhibit. This one might be more of a 'volunteer' as opposed to a pure volunteer, because I'm thinking anyone who volunteers (or 'volunteers') for at least that exhibit and at least a few other 'instant' exhibits loses their right of sexual consent, meaning they can be raped before or as they die.

Second one would be another Luna one (Yes, she's my favorite character, why do you ask?), where she goes and volunteers for the seppuku exhibit, getting off as she cuts herself open before a crowd, before her head is chopped off.

Thoughts?

Nice pokemon story, enjoyed it very much. ^^

>>6866
Then how about you give me some more suggestions for accidental scenarios ^^ (And try for some originality; I'd much rather do something new than feel like I'm rehashing something I did before)

>>6867
Oh hey, you're still here, I'm glad you liked it. Have you though of some other request/suggestion? (I still feel bad for not delivering on that other one, so you'd get precedence).

Also I started some other idea, over here >>6889. Everyone come and play :)

>>6892

I'll see what I can do.

By the way, what did you think of the two new museum suggestions I made?

>>6923
Tbh I'm not sure if any rape would really be in place in the museum; it's operating on some semblance of realistic legality with emphasis on consent, so rape would throw that pretty much out of the window (consensual sex and masturbation don't, though).

But if you'll take a look at the CYOA I started, there the consensual option won, which also has some room for all kinds of rape this time. I think that scenario was even based on a comment from you too (also I could literally predict how you were gonna vote, down to the hair color write-in xD).

I'll probably be focusing more so on the CYOA for a little, but if you have any interesting suggestions for accidental death or something, I'll gladly take them.

Do you do loli by any chance such as Edward Wong hau pepula defruski the 4th of Cowboy Beebop?

>>6996
In general I don't have any problem with doing loli; although I don't know this specific character, nor the anime. (I only even knew it's an anime because of TvTropes)

And obviously for me to work off, a suggestion needs significantly more detail, but I'm sure we'll be able to find something. What other franchises would you want to see characters from, and what should happen to her?

>>6997
>>6997

What about Pan from GT being beaten down and strangled slowly while fucked?

>>6998
I'm not particularly familiar with Dragon Ball either, but I think I work with that. Isn't Pan a Saiyan, though? She should be easily able to defend herself. Since I don't know the series well enough to come with some excuse like a villain beating her in a fight first (and the fact that fight scenes are exceedingly hard to do right), if you don't mind I'd go with some AU where she's a normal girl who gets randomly assaulted on her way home from school or something.

Would that work for you? Or do you have some other suggestions (if you'll look at the stuff I did so far, I also gladly take slightly more extensive scenarios, if they're interesting)

>>7000

For a normal girl what about Penny Gadget or Jade Chan of Jackie Chan Adventures being kidnapped and strangled while they are raped and bare soles played with?

I'll let you pick which one or.both>>7000

>>6892 Haha indeed. And don't worry about it! Honestly, I'd probably still enjoy something with either Roxie or Maylene but I just don't have the ideas for it I fear. )= I'll try to come up with something.

Though in the meantime I'd actually second both Pan or Ed from Cowboy Bebop. To answer your question, Pan isn't actually a saiyan. If I remember correctly she's the daughter of a saiyan and a human, so she got some supernatural abilities like flying and above average strength but can't actually transform and is pretty helpless against any decent villain. Perhaps pairing her with somebody like Boo or so could be fun? Though then again, I suppose that would result in a combat scene again as well, unless you'd skip right through the end?

As for Ed. She's more of a bubbly and naive comic relief character, pretty minor role. If you have the time though, I'd actually highly recommend the anime cowboy bebop. It's pretty short, only about 20 episodes or so, but a very nice blend between maturity and psychology and the main characters are really interesting. It's one of the only animes I actually enjoy rewatching from time to time.

Regarding Ed, if you were willing to write something with her but don't want to get too deep into the anime, I'd recommend watching episode 17. It's a hilarious episode where Ed gets most of her screen time and the good thing about Cowboy Bebop is that most of the episodes aren't connected by a main plot, they are fairly stand alone, so each episode is basically just a different situation the main characters run into during their travels. So you don't really need too much background knowledge to understand one episode. =)

So yes, if you want to research Ed, episode 17 is your way to go, and I'd certainly be happy to discuss any of those options as well until I can figure out a good scenario for the pokemon characters.

>>7001
>>7002
I don't think bringing in some villain to beat up Pan would quite fit (even though I could easily write around the actual battle), and I'm not even sure Dragon Ball has any (sufficiently human) villains that would stoop down to this level, most I remember are either incompetent or some kind of maniac for whom it would be OOC (though it's been ages since I read/watched any of it, so I may be way off).

Whatever. I suppose I can do something involving Ed, though I could use a bit more input (from both of you).
For one, the scenario; I take it we're still at beating/rape/strangulation (with potentially some focus on her feet). From what I read she conveniently leaves the rest of the cast at some point to travel alone, which makes her an easy target, I could just make her a victim of opportunity to some random rapist. Or do you have any more/other details/specifics?
More importantly, her 'breaking point'. Everyone has one, but with these kind of chronically upbeat and positive characters it's hard to tell (and I don't know what kind of stuff Ed faced during the anime) how they will react to such extremes as brutal beatings and rape. What would you say how Ed should react at what point, and when does she 'break' and start crying or something?

In the meantime you should totally check out (and play) 'Reload Save Y/N?', a /g/-style Choose your own Adventure type of thing I started, over here >>6889

>>7006

Well, as I mentioned I'm not particularly good with ideas so I'd probably prefer leaving that up to you guys, plus, since it isn't even my request (and personally I'm not that fond of strangulation+rape to begin with), I shouldn't really butt in anyways.

Though I'd like to mention that, personally, I'd rather avoid adding a random rapist but instead use an actual scene from the anime and adapt that one accordingly, giving it a dark twist? If so I wouldn't mind taking a look at the episodes again and see if there are any good ones.

Though really, if you can find 20 minutes this weekend you really should check out that episode, it will give you a perfect idea regarding her personality/character.

And as for her breaking point, hmm, difficult to say. On one hand she's pretty naive and has difficulty grasping seriousness, on the other she frequently overreacts to the smallest of inconveniences. Essentially, the more serious a situation, the less prone to fear she seems to be, typical anime logic I guess.

Though I do think that, if she starts to realize the seriousness of her situation, she would panic fairly quickly.

Oh, seeing first few stories being non-consensual, I didn't follow this thead closely... just to think that this "Many deaths of Ayanami Rei" story was lying here for a couple of weeks already and I only stumble on it now. Actually I've stumbled upon it a couple of days ago, but was reading it in parts, one death at a time, to savour it for longer. That was great! I can't even choose what part of it I liked the most, cause I liked all of it.
And I also liked the museum story, hope there will be more parts to it.

Regarding Pan, she is the daughter of a half-Saiyan and a pure human, so she is a quarter Saiyan, however Gohan, her father, is also only part Saiyan but the first half of DBZ frequently hinted at how powerful Gohan is.

Anyway, their powers don't come from their heritage. They come from control of their spiritual energy, derived from Chinese and other Asian mythology what with Qigong and all that. The Saiyans are just particularly powerful naturally, but with training and focus anyone can use his spirit (a theme the plot seems to have forgotten loooong ago).

That said, yeah, don't kill Pan. If anyone, pick on one of the more mature pretty women in Dragonball, like Android 18, 18 year-old Chi Chi (from the end of Dragonball), or young-adult Bulma, as she appeared in Dragonball initially at 16 and latterly at 22 years of age.

>>7091

Forgot to finish:

Any one of those three girls would be lovely to watch struggle while a rope squeezes her windpipe shut...

...On which note... I'll be in my bunk

>>7081
Senpai noticed me^^ (I'm not even joking too much; your writing was among the first stuff I read here, and in part what inspired me to write myself.) I probably should have put a comment in that inspirations thread, because that's where I got that idea from. Whatever, I'm glad you liked it. Also you should check out 'Reload Save', a /g/-style CYOA story, that got voted to start with a consensual scenario too, here >>6889

>>7091
That about Pan was in regards to another suggestion (which I'm still waiting for the original requester to get back to me), but if you want to request one of the others (or whatever else), then give me more details (see the previous discussions in the thread), and I'll see what I can do.

>>7196

Ooooo, now that you offer, it would be hot to see Bulma get into trouble.....

I don't know exactly how well you know Dragonball, but I could see blonde Launch getting in a horny/sadistic mood and hanging teen Bulma by her neck.

Preferably, a slow hanging is the best hanging, of course. That is, Launch would have more fun hoisting her up gradually and letting the rope squeeze slowly rather than kicking a stool away and letting the pressure happen all at once. With that set-up, she could even haul Bulma up and let her down once or twice. All work and no play, you know.

>>7202
Got it. Letting her down in between just long enough to catch a single breath before hoisting her up again is a nice touch. I'm somewhat busy right now, so it may take a few days, but I'm working on it.

By the way, Eterya, if you ever want to chat privately about story ideas or anything, I'm on F-List - my main character there is Luna Hawke.

>>7219

That last was me, by the way

>>7209

Good to hear. That Bulma's a real feisty one, by the way. She won't go quickly or quietly, if you catch my rather literal meaning.

So I guess none of my suggestions were interesting enough? xD

>>7246
I thought you were just kind of joining in on that other request and since they still haven't answered, that kinda got dropped. (Or maybe there was some miscommunication somewhere.) But if you have any other ideas (preferably kinda original/creative ones) let me hear'em and we'll see what we can come up with.

Little bump to keep this thread alive and kicking

Yes, pun VERY intended.

>>7250

Oh, I see. I guess I just imagined that I could take over those requests then as I had had struggle to come up with many original ideas of my own and those characters actually were some that interested me as well.

So yes, if you were okay with it and don't have too much on the table, I'd certainly be very interested in taking over either the Cowboy Bebop or Dragonball request.

I bumped in hopes that Bulma story might be realized lol

Dragonball please

At the Takamachi residence on the planet Midchilda, a group of seven were gathered. All were friends who served together in the Time-Space Administration Bureau, and some of its top mages.

Although today, they had a different purpose in mind than TSAB business...

“Everyone got everything?” Nanoha asked. “You all brought the cards and the... whatever stuff needed?”

Fate nodded, lifting the envelope with her name written on the back. “Yes. I’m ready to do this, Nanoha.”

“I’m set,” Hayate said. “I’m glad to be doing this with all of you.”

“I wouldn’t miss out, Nanoha-san,” Subaru revealed her own envelope.

“And I wouldn't want to live without Subaru,” Tia added, brandishing her card. “No way I’m backing down.”

Signum simply nodded, pushing her envelope forward.

“I’m ready,” Shamal confirmed, placing her letter atop Signum’s.

Nanoha put her envelope in the box in the middle of the table, as everyone else followed suit. “OK, everyone remember the rules. One at a time, if you get your own put it back and draw again otherwise you do whatever the card says. If you need someone to help you, you get to pick.”

“Simple enough,” Fate said as everyone else nodded, “Why don’t you draw first, Nanoha?”

Nanoha smiled. “Good idea, Fate-chan. I came up with this, may as well go first.” After shaking up the box, she reached into it to draw the envelope that would decide her fate. “This one's yours, Hayate-chan.” Nanoha opened the envelope, reading the name on it, then smiled as she saw the contents.

“That's definitely something you would dream up.” She placed the card on the table for everyone to read.

***

Death via sepukku, nude. One assistant to pleasure you as you disembowel yourself, and a second to decapitate you when you come.

“I was hoping you'd be the one to draw that, Nanoha-chan.” Hayate almost squeed as Fate frowned a little; she had been hoping for the very same thing.

“Um, thank you.” Nanoha actually blushed a little as she stood up and started undressing.

“You're welcome.” Hayate replied with a lecherous smile. “Who're gonna be your assistants?”

Nanoha already knew the answer to that. “Fate, will you be the one to pleasure me?”

“Of course.” Fate smiled lovingly as she got up, and couldn't help but pull Nanoha into a brief but passionate kiss.

“And Subaru-chan, I'd like you to be my second.” Nanoha continued as their lips parted.

“Eh? Me?” Subaru's eyes widened in disbelief. “But S-Signum-san is a much better swordswoman and-”

“Relax.” Nanoha placed a hand on her student's shoulder. “I have faith in your abilities, Subaru-chan, you can do it.”

“Th-thank you, Nanoha-san.” Just like that, Subaru was on the verge of tearing up as she wrapped her arms around her superior and teacher in a grateful hug, and Nanoha returned the gesture for a moment before slowly pulling back.

“Then let's get started.” She said, taking off her bra and panties to leave herself completely naked. “Hayate-chan, which one is-”

“Here.” The brown-haired girl picked up one of the packages lying in a pile next to the table; everyone had had to bring whatever utensils their chosen method required, but keep them wrapped up as to not spoil the surprise. Hayate opened hers, procuring a dagger she handed to Nanoha, and a katana, which Subaru hesitantly accepted.

“Thanks.” Nanoha went to the middle of the living room where they had cleared a large space, and knelt on the floor, Fate following suit right behind her, leaning against her lover's back, while Subaru nervously took position beside her. “This is it. Goodbye, everyone. I hope we'll meet again in the next life.”

As Fate reached around Nanoha, one hand caressing her breasts and the other starting to tease her pussy, Nanoha grabbed the knife in both hands, placed it against the side of her stomach and steeled herself – then in one motion drove the blade deep inside her.
Nanoha grit her teeth in pain and drew in a sharp breath, but she managed not to scream while Subaru cast her a concerned glance and Fate continued working her clit, the growing pleasure dampening the searing pain just a little as a stream of blood trickled down her belly and began pooling in between her legs.

It took Nanoha a few moments to compose herself before gripping the knife once more, bracing herself, and dragging it all the way across, opening up her belly as blood gushed all over her legs and she let out a strained whimper, her eyes tearing up. Nanoha was no stranger to injury and pain in combat, and she'd had her fair share of both, but this easily beat everything she'd ever suffered before.
However, as her lover, Fate knew perfectly how to touch Nanoha and continued heedless of the blood splashing around her fingers and even entering Nanoha's pussy. But in fact the thick, hot liquid inside her actually served to yet intensify the sensation and as her pleasure kept growing, Nanoha's breath sped up even as every gasp sent another spike of pain through her abdomen.

Everyone else was watching intently, knowing that it would be their turn soon enough. Signum was masking her thoughts behind a pointedly neutral expression, Shamal was clearly sharing Nanoha's pain, as a medic she probably could empathize much better than the others, one hand subconsciously clutched over her own stomach, Tia was visibly concerned, if in actuality more focused on Subaru and the role she was supposed to play, and Hayate was ostensibly enjoying the spectacle, not at all subtly rubbing her crotch through her skirt.
Feeling her strength begin to wane from the loss of blood, Nanoha allowed herself to slightly fall backwards into Fate's embrace, who in turn wrapped one arm around her chest, the other doubling its efforts to stimulate Nanoha's most sensitive spot. And she clearly was on the right track, as Nanoha's gasps of pain began shifting to those of pleasure more and more, and before long even through the massive, throbbing pain in her stomach she felt an equally powerful orgasm approaching...

Nanoha came, her voice rising as she moaned, all but screamed out in both pain and pleasure, shuddering under the ripples of pleasure as Fate pressed close to her from behind, her other hand still rubbing Nanoha's clit. However after several blissful seconds her climax slowly subsided and Nanoha grimaced in agony as all the pain from her wound came washing back over her.

She gingerly pulled away from Fate and leaned forward a little, presenting her neck to Subaru. “S-Subaru-chan... Do it.”

“Nanoha... I-” The blue-haired girl hesitated for a moment, but she managed to gather her resolve, gripping the katana in both hands and positioning it right above Nanoha's neck, trying to get a good aim despite her mentor's trembling in pain, try as she might to suppress it, raised the blade, and struck, cleanly decapitating Nanoha.

As her head fell to the ground, Nanoha's body started twitching and jerking around, spurting jets of blood all over, including everyone but Fate. Subaru was still in a bit of a daze and didn't quite notice, but Tia and Shamal moved out of the way to avoid getting too much on their clothes, while Signum just stayed stoically unmoving, it wasn't like she hadn't been splattered with blood before, and Hayate seemed almost delighted at the red painting her.

Fate noticed Nanoha's head still moving her eyes and picked it up, to find her blinking, focusing on her and trying to say something but only mouthing inaudible words. After a split second's deliberation she brought Nanoha's head closer to hers, giving her a deep kiss, and Nanoha returned the gesture for a few seconds before her final bit of strength vanished and Fate moved her back, just in time to see the life fade from her lover's eyes for good as she mouthed her final words, what could have been a 'love you'.

“I love you too, Nanoha. Farewell.” Fate brushed Nanoha's eyes closed and placed her head on the knees of her body, that somehow had actually remained sitting, before getting up, noticing how her stockings were soaked in blood, but it wasn't like that really mattered anymore.

“Subaru-chan, come on.” Fate nudged the younger girl who was standing almost perfectly still, the katana still in her hands, trembling slightly. “It's over.”

“Yeah, you did well, Subaru.” Tia added, uncharacteristically serene, while Signum just nodded in approval at her technique, the cut had been almost perfect.

Seeing as Subaru was visibly fighting back her tears, Fate wrapped both arms around her in a comforting hug, only now realizing her own eyes were filling with tears, too. After a few seconds Subaru relaxed enough to let go of the katana, the blade clattering onto the ground as she returned Fate's hug and they both held each other for several seconds until they had calmed down enough, and Fate led her back to the table to continue.

“Why don’t you draw the next card, Subaru-chan?” Fate asked as they took their seats at the table.

Subaru blinked. “B... but Nanoha-san was your lover!” she protested. “R-really, you should be the next one who-”

“Of course,” Fate replied, “and I look forward to being with her again. But given that you’re the one who actually ended her life, I can only imagine just how you’re feeling right now... You go next, I insist.”

After a moment, Subaru nodded. “Al-alright...” She reached into the box and drew out a new envelope – before almost immediately dropping it back in. “Sorry. That one was mine...” And it would be more appropriate towards the end, too.

“It’s fine,” Fate said. “Just shake the box up, and try again.”

Subaru nodded, shaking the box vigorously to ensure that her envelope was not at the top, before drawing another. “I... I drew Tia’s!”

“Then open it already, you dolt,” Tia said, blushing and looking to the side.

Subaru giggled. “Alright, alright.” She opened the envelope, and pulled out the card. “Aww, how cute.” she remarked, before letting the others read it.

***

Have sex one last time as your partner strangles you to death.

“She’s right,” Fate smiled. “It is very cute.”

“I-it’s not like I p-personally wanted to do that, at all,” Tia tried to protest. “I- I just thought this would be a good way to die in your lovers’ arms. And I certainly wasn’t hoping Subaru would draw it...”

“Oh, Tia...” Subaru said smiling. “I’m glad I drew yours... and I’d be honored if you would be the one to kill me.”

Tia blushed. “Well, alright... because it's you asking.”

Subaru squeed in joy, hugging Tia for a few seconds and deeply kissing her before shedding what clothes she hadn’t discarded already for being soaked in Nanoha’s blood.

Tia let the slightest of smiles cross her face as she took off her own clothes, the two soon completely naked.

Subaru went back to the open clearing, laying down beside Nanoha’s body, ignoring the wet bits of blood on the thick carpet staining her back. “Thank you so much for this, Tia.”

“Anything for you. I love you so much, Subaru...” Tia whispered as she straddled her lover.

Subaru smiled. “I love you, too, Tia.” she said, guiding Tia’s hands to her neck. “Farewell.”

That was as good a cue as any. Tia tightly closed both her hands around Subaru's neck, shifted her position until their pussies were touching, and began moving back and forth, rubbing her labia over Subaru's clit.

After just a handful of seconds, Subaru's face began turning red and her smile grew a little strained, but she kept moving her hips counterpoint to Tia's, one hand even reaching up to fondle her lover's breasts.

All other sounds slowly became slightly muffled, Subaru's vision started dimming at the very edges, and there was an odd pressure inside her head, and she could clearly hear her own heartbeat. Yet all other sensations seemed almost intensified, most of all her pleasure. She had read about people
using oxygen deprivation to get high or have better sex, yet she and Tia had never tried it, but it looked like there was something to it after all.

Subaru's body was aching for air by now, but she suppressed the urge to struggle, instead focusing on her pleasure and the image of Tia above her, panting and her face flush in arousal, as she hit just the right spot and made Subaru open her mouth into a voiceless gasp that would have been a moan of pure pleasure, had she had any air.

After a few more minutes Subaru's head was pounding, her lungs were burning, blackness was swiftly creeping into her vision, but she almost felt her pleasure better than ever – and her orgasm fast approaching. “I- cum...ming...” Barely audible as they were, Tia heard Subaru's words and sped up for one final push – as well as reinforcing her vice grip around Subaru's neck.

Just as dark spots began blooming all over her vision, Subaru came, letting out a choked gasp that would have been a loud moan as her climax flooded over her, rhythmically shivering as the waves of ecstasy briefly made her forget her massive pain. But after several long seconds she slowly wound down from what may have been her best orgasm ever, and the hammering in her head and searing pain in her lungs returned, and Subaru's eyes suddenly filled with tears as the more base part of her started to panic, but she forced it down; this was what she wanted, to die in the arms of her lover, to fully submit her life to her. Instead she focused on Tia, and how they would be together again soon enough, and as the blackness closed around her mind for good, Subaru found the strength to mouth a final 'farewell' to Tia, before everything went dar

The moment Subaru went limp, her eyes rolling back, and that final 'farewell' was enough to send Tia over the edge too, and she came, bucking and moaning over her lover's body, until the pleasure filling her mind slowly subsided and, sapped of all strength, she let herself fall forwards onto Subaru. Embracing her lifeless body and giving her one final kiss, Tia's own eyes were filling with tears too. Farewell, I'll be with you soon.

After cooling down for a few seconds longer and – not very successfully – trying to wipe away her tears, Tia returned to the table, not even bothering to put on clothes, the others had just seen her have sex, what did it matter if she showed her tits a bit longer. “A-alright, who's next?” she asked, her shaky voice betraying the cool facade she was trying to maintain.

“You can draw next if you'd like to, Tia-chan,” Fate said with a smile.

“A-are you sure? It’s not like I want to go next, or anything... And you’re already keeping Nanoha-san waiting.”

“I am sure,” Fate replied. “Even if we all agreed to this beforehand, I think I can understand how you must be feeling. So I... I can wait a little longer.”

“Then... thank you, Fate-san.” Tia smiled, drawing the next envelope, then silently reading the name over and over.

“Well?” Fate finally asked. “Which one did you draw?”

“I drew... Nanoha-san’s...” Tia replied, causing Fate’s face to fall in slight sorrow at neither her nor Nanoha drawing each other’s cards. “I- I can put it back if you want...”

“No,” Fate shook her head. “I would have liked to have Nanoha draw my card just like Subaru-chan drew yours, or failing that, me drawing hers... But rules are rules, and I’m- I’ll be alright. Go ahead and open it.”

“Fate-san... thank you.” Tia half whispered, opening the envelope and pulling out the card. “You know,” she said after reading it, “This... this actually seems fitting.”

***

Death by suspension hanging.

“You’re right, it does, in a way,” Hayate remarked. “You killed Subaru-chan via strangulation and now you get to die in a similar fashion.” She smiled. “Mind if I assist you with this one?”

“I-if you want, Hayate-san...”

“Great!” Hayate cheered, and almost jumping up, went to grab Nanoha's package and unwrap it, revealing a rope with a hangman's noose already tied. “Well, we should get set up.

“Right,” Tia followed Hayate back to the center of the room, Hayate using a little magic to thread the rope through a hook in the ceiling. After a few moments, it was at the proper height, and Tia stepped forward, slipping it around her neck.

“Would you like your hands bound or unbound?” Hayate asked as she pulled the noose tight.

“Unbound,” Tia replied instantly. “Subaru died with the chance to struggle against her fate, no matter how futile.” Even if she didn't make much use of it. “I would like the same...”

“Alright,” Hayate gripped the loose end of the rope. “Are you ready?”

“I am...” Tia replied. “P-please begin, Hayate-san.”

“Then up you go.” Hayate started pulling at the rope, and after a moment the noose started pressing against Tia's neck, forcing her onto her tiptoes until even that wasn't enough, and as Hayate leaned into the rope with her full weight, Tia was lifted off the ground for good. At the sudden pressure in her neck, she let out an involuntary gasp, but resisted the reflex to try to loosen the rope, it would be pointless anyways, and instead tried to relax best as she could, hoping to hasten her death.

Meanwhile Hayate was having an entirely different issue, her knuckles white and her palms sweaty from clutching the rope. “This is... much harder than I thought,” she panted. “Signum, would you... mind taking over?”

“Of course, Mistress.“ Signum walked over to Hayate and took the rope, wrapping the end around her right hand a few times before turning slightly sideways to adjust her position, easily holding Tia airborne.

“Thanks, Signum.” Hayate flexed her hands and rubbed her palms a few times. “This was much tougher than I expected. ...Not that I'm saying you're heavy or anything,” She hurried to add as Tia just gave her a – somewhat strained – smile as if to say 'it's okay' “It's just that I'm not all that strong.”

By now Tia's face was turning red and despite her best efforts she couldn't suppress her legs lightly starting to kick as she was swaying in the air, and the image reminded Hayate of another good reason to have her hands free. After what the others had already done, it wasn't like propriety or whatever even mattered, and Hayate had never been shy about this around her friends anyways.

Discarding her jacket to leave her in a plain white shirt, Hayate sat on the ground in front of Tia, one hand reaching under her skirt – which she wasn't wearing any underwear under – to find her pussy predictably wet and starting to finger herself, the other hand rubbing her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt.

This rather blatant display made Fate almost unconsciously start rubbing herself through her skirt too, seeing as this was the method Nanoha had come up with, maybe intended for her, and how Tia's pussy had ended up at almost the perfect height to lick it, something Nanoha most certainly would have done for Fate.

But Fate didn't quite dare to step in and do the same thing to Tia as a twinge of sadness hit her, but she pushed it aside; everything was only up to random chance, no point complaining about it, what mattered was the end result anyways. The least she could do was stop moping around and pay attention to Tia's demise, and so Fate did, even if she did not stop her fingers from moving, secretly hoping to get a chance at relief before her death too.

A relief Hayate was quickly headed towards to, if her rising voice and flushed face were any indication, supporting herself on one hand as she leaned backwards to get a better view of Tia's struggles, the orange-haired girl's self-control broken as she was wildly kicking and flailing about, desperately reaching for any kind of reprieve she would never get.

Tia's head was pounding, her neck was burning where the rope cut into her flesh, her lungs were on fire and there was an odd stinging feeling all over her body, and Tia wondered if Subaru had felt like this in her last moments too. In which case it was only fitting for her to endure the same.
Regardless of the finer points of karmic balance, at this point Tia wanted nothing but for the pain to end, by now only vaguely aware of her legs still pointlessly thrashing, her hands clawing at the rope only to leave bloody marks on her neck, and bits of saliva gathering in front of her lips amidst choked gasps before dripping onto her bare chest.

Yet it took another small eternity, which much more likely was but a minute, of agony until Tia finally felt blackness encroaching her vision and her consciousness. Subaru... Wait for me, I'm coming to join you... And then everything faded.

Tia's struggles had been slowly weakening for a while now, and Hayate getting closer to her climax at the same time, as she finally went limp with one final drawn-out rattle. When only moments later her body twitched once more, releasing her bladder as a trickle of urine ran down her legs before dripping onto the carpet, the scene was enough to make Hayate come, closing her eyes and arching her back as she announced her orgasm with a series of loud moans, lasting for several seconds before winding down, panting.

As Hayate slowly composed herself and Signum let down Tia's body, gently placing it right next to Subaru's before returning to the table, Fate found her panties were noticeably wet from the show just now, and she more than ever hoped she was going to get that same opportunity before her death.

With a smile, Hayate sighed contently as she retook her seat at the table. “That was fun.”

“I'm glad you’re enjoying yourself, Hayate-chan,” Fate said with a smile of her own. “Do you want to go next, or-?”

“You can go next, Fate-chan. You’ve waited long enough, go ahead and join Nanoha-chan.”

Fate smiled, blushing a little. “Th... thank you, Hayate-chan.”

“No need to thank me,” Hayate waved it off. “Just go ahead and draw.”

Fate nodded, drawing the card, before her blush deepened. “I... I drew mine...”

.Hayate giggled. “Just draw the next one in there, before you put yours back. I’d like to go after you, and would love to die with the method you suggested.”

Fate nodded, drawing the next envelope before returning hers. “I got Signum’s this time.”

Signum nodded. “Go ahead, Testarossa.”

Fate smiled, opening the envelope. “...Definitely something you would suggest,” she remarked after reading it, placing the card down.

***

Decapitation by sword. Laevatein can be provided for use if desired.

“She’s right, Signum,” Hayate chuckled. “It’s very you. It also fits for Fate-chan’s death, considering how Nanoha-chan died.”

Fate nodded. “You’re right, it does. And I... think it’s only fitting that Signum be the one to kill me.”

Signum nodded, standing up. “Very well, Testarossa,” she said, taking hold of the pendant around her neck. “Laevatein?”

“Jawohl!” Signum’s Device activated, taking the form of the longsword that she had used for centuries in combat, ready to take one final life.

“Um...” Fate started as she got up “I know it's not on the card, but would you mind if I- ...if Hayate did the same for me I... um, did for Nanoha?”

“I was almost hoping you'd ask that.” Hayate giggled. “I totally saw what you did during Tia's hanging too.” At that, Fate blushed a little, as Hayate continued. “Of course we don't mind. Right, Signum?”

“If that is your wish.”

“Perfect. Then let's get started, Fate-chan. You gotta undress of course.”

“Of course.” Fate echoed her with a slightly dubious tone and started stripping as Hayate watched the scene with a thoughtful expression before she perked up.

“Oh, I know! Signum, why don't you take off your top too?”

“Why?”

“Because it's much hotter that way, duh.”

“That... If you say so, Mistress.” Briefly placing Laevatein on the table, Signum took off her jacket, shirt and deep red bra, while Hayate followed suit, pulling off her shirt to leave her breasts completely bare too – and eyeing Signum's slightly larger ones with the smallest hint of envy.

Fate actually found herself getting wet again, both from the scene in front of her and the undeserved attention she was getting, as Hayate took her hand to lead her to the low coffee table they had moved to the side of the room. “Here. Kneel down and put the back of your head on the table.”

“Hm? What for?”

“Well, I need to get to your pussy somehow, don't I? And having an exact repeat of Nanoha would just be bo~oring. You can work with that, Signum, right?”

“Of course.”

“Alright, then.” Truth be told, Fate had to admit she did prefer seeing the face of her one-time rival and now chosen killer until the very last moment, so she did as Hayate had told her, leaning back and spreading her legs a little to give her access to her pussy. “I'm ready.” Signum took position next to her, Laevatein at the ready, but Fate could only barely make out Hayate's movements at the edge of her vision. But to her surprise, instead of her – admittedly very skillful – fingers, she felt Hayate's hot breath on her pussy before her tongue followed suit, slowly running up the length of her labia before before briefly teasing her clit, already eliciting a loud moan from Fate.

Thanks to the work she'd already done on herself, and Hayate's expert technique, gentle and caressing, but with just the right amount of force if called for, Fate's breath very quickly turned to gasps of pleasure, her cheeks hot and red, and she could have sworn she saw Signum rubbing her thighs against each other in a very suspicious fashion too, but surely that had just been imagination, right?

Soon enough Fate was closing her eyes, focusing purely on the feeling of Hayate's tongue and lips on her pussy as she felt her climax approaching. “Ah- Hayate-chan... I'm cumming...”
However instead of going for the finish, Hayate briefly paused “That's it. Signum, do it!”

“Yes.”

Wait, what? Fate opened her eyes just in time to see Signum take aim and strike, her breasts rather beautifully following the motion of her body a split second later, and then Laevatein hit her and there was a brief, sharp pain in her neck, then her body went numb as Fate's vision rolled to the side,
getting a good view of the other three bodies already gathered in the middle of the room.

Suddenly she started moving as Hayate picked up her head and before Fate could protest she hadn't quite finished yet, held her face close to her own pussy. “Fate-chan, you just have the unique opportunity to eat yourself out, hurry.”

She wasn't actually wrong there. Fate traced her tongue over her completely drenched pussy, noticing her own taste. Nanoha had told her she tasted very sweet, but Fate had never dared to try; but now it turned out her girlfriend had been perfectly right. She had been so close to the edge before, it took Fate but a few seconds of licking her clit before her body did hit an orgasm, clenching and bucking as it came, her pussy squirting all over her face.

“Wow, that's so hot.” Hayate turned Fate's head around and lifted it to give her a deep kiss, savoring the sweet taste on her lips, before placing it down atop her body's pussy. “Farewell, Fate-chan.”

And as Fate felt her consciousness begin to slip she managed to form one final thought. I'm coming, Nanoha.

Signum and Hayate took their seats at the table again, both somewhat splashed with Fate's blood.

“Ah, that was good,” Hayate grinned. “I... I guess it’s my turn now.”

“Well, don’t keep us waiting, Mistress,” Signum said. “Let us see what Testarossa wrote down.”

“Yeah... let’s,” Hayate nodded, drawing the envelope, confirming Fate’s name on it, and tearing it open to get at the card inside.

***

Vivisection, with your killer presenting your still beating heart to you.

“That’s fairly unusual... but it does seem romantic,” Signum remarked.

“Yeah, it does,” Hayate replied. “I can almost imagine Fate doing that to Nanoha...” she smiled.

“Which of us do you want to kill you, Mistress Hayate?” Shamal asked.

“I’d like Signum to do it,” Hayate answered after a moment's deliberation, beginning to take off her skirt and thighs. “You can talk her through it if there's any problems.”

“Very well,” Signum replied, retrieving Fate’s package from the pile and unwrapping the scalpel within– and a device that looked not unlike an electric drill, but with a short saw blade instead of the drill bit. “...What's that?”

Signum presented the device to Shamal with a quizzical expression, who only briefly had to inspect it. “That's a sternal saw. Fate-chan really did her research, I wonder where she got this from.”

“Probably the internet.” Hayate giggled, completely undressed by now. “I'm ready, now what?”

“You should lie on the table,” Shamal said “There's only two cards left, and one of them is mine, so we there's no need for a real drawing anymore, Signum has to take mine and I get whoever is left.”

“Subaru-chan's.” Hayate took the remaining two envelopes, handing Signum and Shamal their respective ones. “But no opening yet.” She added as she laid down on the empty table. “Now come on, let's go.”

Signum eyed her Mistress' body – free of desire, purely professional. She knew perfectly well how to strike one's heart with a variety of weapons, which included knives not too unlike the scalpel she was holding right now, but removing the heart intact... “What do I do, Shamal?”

“Well,” the medic briefly paused to think “This isn't really an operation in the closer sense, and we don't have a lot of the tools we'd need, but I think the start is the same. Just make an incision along Mistress' sternum, the entire length, if not a little more.”

Signum nodded, visualizing the cut and tracing the line with her finger, then placed the scalpel and in one measured motion pushed the blade into Hayate's flesh and pulled it downwards all the way to her solar plexus, the cut opening not only the skin but also the fatty layer beneath and the wound gaping wide open to give a relatively clear view of her sternum.

The scalpel was sharp enough for Hayate to first only feel a tugging sensation on her chest before the full extent of the pain hit her and she drew in a sharp breath, her eyes tearing up. This was definitely way up there for painful deaths, and the worst probably was yet to come, that saw looked scary.

“Use the saw. Normally this part requires a lot of precision, but in this case just cut through the entire bone.” With a nod Signum took the sternal saw, though with the blood gathering in Hayate's wound, it took a moment for her to find the proper placement for the sawblade and angle it just right before activating it.

Hayate screamed. While she wasn't above suffering a bit of pain for her pleasure, that cut had already been treading the line, but this was far and beyond anything she even could have imagined, so as the jagged metal mercilessly ate through her bone, Hayate just screamed out her excruciating pain at the top of her lungs – until Signum finished cutting, completely parting her sternum, and Hayate's scream died off into a low gasp.

“Without the pressure around her lungs she's going to asphyxiate within minutes, so you’d better hurry.” Shamal prompted Signum, leaning forward to get a better look. “You need to cut the pericardium and all of these vessels to take out the heart.” She indicated a set of five large blood vessels surrounding Hayate's heart.

Oddly transfixed by the beating of her mistress' heart, Signum had to blink a few times to regain her focus and get back to the task at hand, expertly cutting where Shamal had shown her, even as every vessel she cut produced another massive gush of blood and Hayate winced and shuddered at Signum's very literal intrusion inside her.

There. That was the last one. It only took Signum a little pulling until with a squishy sound the organ came loose and suddenly she was holding Hayate's heart in her hand, in fact still rhythmically beating, even if there were only small drops of blood left for it to splash around.

Even through the massive pain in her chest, Hayate could clearly feel the hole inside her, the sensation of something missing, as her heartbeat seemed to stop. Gathering what strength she had left, Hayate raised her head to see Signum holding her heart and showing it to her; it somehow looked bigger than Hayate had expected, and not at all like she imagined a heart, but much more bloody and gross. She weakly reached out to touch it, and found it was just as squishy as it looked, but still pulsing with the last bits of life it had left, the pattern somehow perfectly recognizable to her as her own heartbeat. Cool.

However she also felt blackness quickly closing in on her mind, and Hayate managed to give Signum and Shamal one last smile and mouth a 'Thanks. Farewell' before her last bit of strength left her and everything faded to white.

As Hayate's hand dropped down and she went limp for good, Signum brushed her mistress' eyes closed and placed her heart on her chest, before turning to Shamal. “I suppose I should go next.”

“That works. I know for a fact my method will require an assistant, let's just hope Subaru-chan's is something that can be done alone, or I'll have to be a little creative.” If she absolutely had to, she would just go with hanging too, but she'd much rather Subaru's idea not be left out.

“I see.” Signum opened the envelope and of course didn't have to show it to Shamal, who obviously knew what she'd written.

***

Strangulation by Klarer Wind

Shamal blushed a little as Signum set the card down. “I never actually used Klarer Wind to take a life this directly, even back during our time with the Book.” she said. “So I... part of me felt I should do it at least once before...”

She trailed off as Signum just nodded. “Very well. And what better victim than me, in fact.” She stepped into the middle of the room before turning towards Shamal. “Do it.”

With a nod Shamal activated her Device, the crystals separating from the rings and drawing strings of energy between them as Klarer Wind took its Pendelform, and it took but a flick of her wrist to send the crystals flying, arcing around Signum once, twice, before returning as the threads of energy pulled taut around her neck.

Signum knew the strings were just energy, and they felt appropriately warm and slightly buzzing on her skin, but the pressure on her throat was very much solid nonetheless and made her gasp in surprise. Over the years Signum had gathered some experience on choking and strangulation, both on the giving and receiving end, and she had seen Shamal fight before, so she knew for a fact any kind of resistance would be pointless anyways.

So she did her best to remain calm, even as the pressure in her head seemed to increase and she began distinctly hearing her own heartbeat, maintaining her stoic facade as Shamal's expression slowly became more and more concerned.

Even as Signum tried to keep her cool, her face was completely red and her eyes becoming bloodshot, and Shamal could see the small telltale twitches that told her Signum wouldn't be able to keep it up much longer and either start struggling, reflexively attack her, or both.

And true enough, just a little later Signum was visibly straining to keep her composure, clenching her hands and gritting her teeth. But before long the pain was too much and as her vision started to fade around the edges, Signum couldn't help but reach for Laevatein around her neck – only to find that after decapitating Fate she had returned it to a pendant and then left it on the table, way out of her reach.

Yet when Signum suddenly moved and stepped towards her, Shamal quickly stepped back and with a motion of her hand further tightened Klarer Wind's strings, and the red-haired woman stumbled and fell to her knees with a strangled sound.

Against her better knowledge, moments later Signum's base instincts kicked in and she started gasping for breath and futilely clawing at the strings around her neck yet only succeeding in digging her nails into her own flesh, desperate for any bit of oxygen she could get as her vision started swimming, black spots appearing all over it, and her entire body burning for air.

Through the haze and pain Signum heard Shamal's voice, low and muffled as if through a cloud of cotton “It will be over soon, Signum. Just give in.” As Klarer Wind increased the pressure around her neck once more, in her final moments Signum managed to call upon all of her discipline and force her body to stop fighting, sitting in an almost dignified position and looking up to Shamal with a thankful expression before all faded to white.

As Shamal eased Signum’s body to the floor, she looked at the envelope holding the last card. Her card. No need to get back to the table to open it.

***

Death by poison

“Oh, my.” That was not something she had expected. Taking the last package from the floor, she opened it to find a small vial with a clear liquid in it, and opened it to carefully smell the contents, the vaguely but not-quite almond-like smell giving her a pretty clear hint to their nature. “Subaru really did her research on that one.” A lot of poisons would take hours or days to kill, but not this one; unless she was greatly mistaken, Shamal was in for an equally fast and painful death via what was commonly called 'internal asphyxiation'.

“Oh well.” There wasn't really anything else to do, was there? After thinking for a moment, Shamal just sat on the floor cross-legged, brought the vial to her lips, and swallowed. The liquid was extremely bitter and she shuddered at the taste, but at first nothing else happened. Of course it didn't, the poison needed time to take effect, this didn't work like it did on television, so Shamal waited.

It took mere minutes before her face and chests started feeling hot, and when Shamal wiped the sweat off her forehead with her sleeve and opened her jacket, she also realized her breath had been slowly speeding up without her noticing, and by now she was on the border of hyperventilating. Shamal was starting to feel quite lightheaded too, and even though she was already sitting a sudden wave of vertigo hit her and she had to lean forward, supporting herself on her hands to not fall over.

She kept gasping for air, but to no avail, her chest was beginning to burn and splitting pain grew inside her head; Shamal knew that by now the poison was taking full effect and it would be over within minutes, so there was no point in fighting it, but she didn't have Signum's caliber of discipline, so she couldn't help her body continuing its futile struggle for air – although, technically she got all the air she could need, her body just couldn't make use of the oxygen.

Suddenly her arms gave way and Shamal doubled over with a retching sound as she fully lost control and her body started shuddering and convulsing, foam gathering at her mouth between coughs and her hands reflexively reaching for her neck. A little later a spreading warm wetness between her legs told her she had soiled herself too; at least she was somewhat lucky that none of her friends were still alive to see this undignified display.

As her agony continued minute over minute, her body completely out of her control, Shamal wished for nothing but her pain to end, and when she finally felt her strength wane and her vision close in, she welcomed the relief, embracing the nothingness

At the Takamachi residence on the planet Midchilda, seven bodies were gathered.

>>7557
This story was based off an idea/suggestion by BlauSturm and written in collaboration with them. They supplied most of the ideas, details and dialogue, while I did the bulk of the writing. A collab like this definitely was an interesting experience, and one I wouldn't be averse to repeating.

Holy shit that was long; I'm sure I missed some italics or linebreak somewhere. The vivisection scene is relatively accurate (even if the name itself may not be, they only cut open her chest and not the whole abdomen), there really is such a thing as a sternal saw, and it really is used for this. Heart surgery is pretty hardcore. However with the poison I'll admit I was taking some artistic liberties, even if I strongly imply it to be cyanide it's never explicitly stated, so as to make that death a little more entertaining, mostly the part about her staying conscious this long.

Also the usual, give me some feedback/criticism, ideas for more stories, etc.

>>7557
>>7558

Glad to have been working with you, Eterya!! Certainly wouldn't mind doing it again, myself. :)

I was inspired by an idea in the ideas thread by Aoi Hikari, though the original idea was more a game, while this is more a suicide pact with a semi-casual feel and randomizer option.

I guess I just can't get away from the concept of death being solemn and sorrowful, and choosing to die is a big choice to make, hence why, despite having all agreed to it before hand, it wasn't just one casual happy death fest.

Turns out I forgot the title/tags on that last story. Gg.

>>7499
>>7481
We never quite found a workable scenario for Pan, did we? (And as I said, I don't know the series that well) If you can come up with something, I'll see what I can do.

>>7487
I was caught up in this massive story (along with some boring RL stuff) for a while, but I suppose I'll get to this one soon.

>>7561

Hey man, don't sweat it. Take your time. Glad to have you back in action.

Wonderful, just wonderful!

How about a short story about the image in the link
http://motherless.com/79768B3

You could say that they have been condemned to die for being prostitutes and do it from the point of view from a 3rd party point of view who knows the feelings of each girl. How about this for a plot summary of each character from left to right (I'll come up with some names and ages later; all take around 20 minutes to die):

1. Really scared. Wants to live and struggles violently against the pain until the girl on to her right has an orgasm and then she tries and gets really horny but pisses before she can fully orgasm.

2. Knows that she can get an awesome orgasm out of it and, despite the pain, has a great orgasm before pissing and dying.

3. Doesn't want to seem nervous and tries to orgasm the entire time but pisses instead and is extremely humiliated before she dies. Again lots of pain.

The first three should have a bench kicked out from under them.

4. Like 2 but pisses earlier and then struggles against the pain for around 10 minutes more.

5. Has no self worth and is upset about hanging but not terrified like 1,6,7; doesn't care if she makes a fool of herself like 3 and isn't intent on having an orgasm like 2,3,4. Struggles violently against the pain and has a few small, insignificant orgasms and wishes she could masturbate (but can't) so she can have an awesome orgasm like 1,2 and 4. She then pisses many times.

6. Terrified of hanging. She struggles against the pain and against her orgasm. She pisses before hanging and at the end- but not after her orgasms which make the whole hanging experience even worse for her. She suffers the worst.

The next three are all hung at once- they set off around 10 minutes after the first 3 start.

7. She is the owner of the brothel and is forced to watch as all her employees die painfully. As the owner she does not sell her body and sees herself as a respectable woman- therefore she is shocked when she is forced to strip naked and she is so terrified at seeing her employees die that she feels herself about to piss. She put 2 fingers into her vagina to stop it but is accused of masturbating and when her hand is tied up she pisses- much to her humiliation and the crowd laugh at her and film her. Her hanging is very painful and she doesn't have an orgasm. She pisses at the end to even more humiliation before all the girls are dead. She is hanged separately.

The on-viewing girl is head prostitute at another brothel and she is to be hanged with her prostitutes next week-much to her shock (although she is turned on by the matter her sense of human dignity outweighs that and she is terrified of making a fool of herself.

Just an idea- take it or leave it but tell me if you like the idea.

For names how about (from left to right):

1. Scarlett Tweedie (20)
2. Adrianna Dayton (24)
3. Olivia Hayland (21)
4. Sarah Lunetta (25)
5. Peach Seger (18)
6. Molly Johnson (19)
7. Nicolett Smith (23)

Waiting girl: Francine Spencer (22)

>>7716
Some nice thought went into that idea, that's something one could work off pretty well. However for my part there's just too much focus on the piss aspect of it (I know that's like the point of the whole thing, but it's not my cup of tea at all), so I'll have to decline. (Also seven hangings in a row does not sound terribly exciting, I far prefer to have some variety in deaths.) But there's a general requests/prompts thread on /lit/ too, you could leave your idea there and see if someone picks it up.

>>7723

Nonsense! You can never hang too many pretty, young ladies!

Also I always thought that picture was supposed to depict a mass hanging of real-world actresses. I can't put my finger on all of them, but, from the left, the first girl looks an awful lot like Rose Huntington-Whitley, to me, while the fifth girl looks a lot like Megan Fox.

She doesn't look entirely identical, but I like to pretend the second girl is Olivia Wilde, because mmmmm........ But that's just personal preference there haha

Bump. Still hoping to watch a young, late-teens Bulma hang nice and slow.

Bump to keep from losing this

>>7833

[Dragon Ball, f-self, murder, hanging, non-con]

Ow, my head. Bulma woke up, lying on the floor with a massive bruise forming on her temple. What happened? ...Right. Everyone else was away for some reason or the other and she and Launch had been the only ones here, so they had decided to prepare some nice lunch, but when she had heard a sneeze from the kitchen, instead of doing the smart thing and staying well clear, Bulma had gone to check on Launch, only for her blonde persona to come at her with a frying pan.

Not good. Launch was probably well on her way to rob a bank or something by now. Rubbing her head, Bulma slowly got up, fighting another wave of dizziness – only now for her to finally notice she was completely naked. With a small squeak she covered her chest and crotch with her hands, looking around the room for her clothes. And found she wasn't in the kitchen anymore where Launch had attacked her, but in a poorly lit concrete room, her cellar, as a look at the shelves and the gear therein confirmed.

“You're awake.” The voice from behind her made Bulma flinch and spin around, facing blonde Launch who was leaning against the wall next to the only exit, holding what looked like a long piece of rope.

“What is this supposed to be? Some silly joke?! That's not funny!”

“No joke.” Launch smiled menacingly and moved in front of the exit, completely blocking it with her body. “I was just gonna leave you and go stick up a convenience store, but when I saw your body like this I just couldn't help myself.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Over the last few years you've grown in all the right places, you know. You've become downright hot, one could say. And with that new hairstyle of yours, suits you much better. So sexy.” Launch licked her lips as Bulma kept getting an increasingly creeped-out feeling like she was alone with a pedophile.

“The hell's that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” Launch grinned “It makes me want to break you, to see you suffer!” All of a sudden the blonde woman dashed forward and before Bulma could even react, smashed a knee into her stomach followed by a punch against her solar plexus, and the teen doubled over, gasping for air.

She vaguely saw Launch stand on her tiptoes to fumble around with something on the ceiling for a moment, before she grabbed Bulma's arms to pull her up, and she complied, shakily standing on her legs, still trying to catch her breath.

Suddenly Launch put a piece of rope around her neck, and before Bulma could make sense of it, there was a tugging sensation as the rope pulled taut, pressing against her neck and making her gasp in surprise. The pressure kept growing, forcing Bulma onto her toes, stretching as high as she could get, before it slowly lifted her feet off the ground.

Through her surprise and panic, she saw Launch straining to hold a rope stretching towards the ceiling, and quickly realized just what was happening. That crazy woman was really trying to kill her!

“Launch... plea...se ...stop.” Bulma's words were cut off, almost inaudible, but after several more seconds, Launch carefully let go of the rope until Bulma's feet touched the ground again and she hungrily gasped for air, before glaring at Launch. ”What the fuck! Were you trying to scare me? This is not a joke! I could have die-”

Her tirade was cut off into a strangled noise as Launch gripped the rope again, for some reason leading it between her legs with one had holding it from behind her, and in one swift motion pulled Bulma off the ground again. As her legs started involuntarily twitching and kicking, Bulma reached for the rope around her neck, trying to free herself or at least loosen it a little, but all she achieved was her fingernails digging painful marks into her flesh.

Bulma's head was pounding, her vision starting to black out around the edges, and her lungs felt like they were on fire, her whole body desperate for oxygen, when suddenly Launch let go again and she was back on the ground, barely staying on her feet as she drew in long greedy breaths inbetween coughs. However after only a few seconds, Launch lifted Bulma up again, then fastened the other end of the rope to one of the shelves fixed to the wall.

After but a moment's reprieve, Bulma's pain returned even worse than before, and she couldn't help but kick her legs and flail her arms, her eyes tearing up in pain and fear. She didn't want to die! And especially not like this. Someone, anyone “he..lp...”

Launch placed herself in front of Bulma with a huge grin, her face visibly flush as one hand was reaching into her shorts, moving rhythmically. “Sorry, I just can't help it, you're so-” she interrupted herself with a moan “hot like this. I'm already wet. You're giving a great... show. Probably the best girl I ever had, I should... have done this much sooner.”

What the fuck was wrong with her? Was Launch seriously getting off on murdering someone? “Cra..zy bitc-...” the rest of her sentence was cut off in a choked noise. The pain in her head, her chest, her entire body kept growing and growing, and soon Bulma was reduced to uncontrollably thrashing around and pointlessly gasping for air, as she only longed for her suffering to end.

And after minutes more of agony, Launch blatantly moaning as she pleasured herself all the while, the blackness that had slowly been creeping over Bulma's vision finally took over and her consciousness faded as her body lost control and went limp, a puddle of urine forming under her feet.

Only moments later Launch came, her moans hitting a crescendo as she tensed and shuddered in pleasure for several seconds before slowly sinking to her knees, panting. After a short while she withdrew her hand from her shorts and licked her sweet taste off it before letting out a content sigh. That had been very delightful. Now to clean up this mess.

>>8120

As per request. Better late than never, right? Sorry for the long wait, I just had a lot of RL stuff going on, as well as an irritating case of writer's block :(

Not much to say to this one, it turned out kinda short, but the request was a pretty short/simple one too (and I don't believe in pointlessly bloating stories just to up the wordcount). As I said I don't know DB too well, but I'm pretty sure Launch is not that psycho in canon,though that's kinda to be expected for this sort of story. Also as usual, let me know what you think, etc. (Requests/suggestions too, but given my track record the last few weeks I don't want to make any promises)

Wow, thanks! I was starting to think we'd lost you! That was a nice way to get back into the swing of things, no pun intended.

Suicidal Hotline [m/f, f-self, suicide, hanging, shooting, some others, con]

“This is the suicide hotline, you're talking to Sarah, how can I help you?”

“Hi, this is Kelly, and um... recently I keep thinking about wanting to kill myself.”

“I see. And why is that?”

“Last year my older sister Amber di- killed herself, because of a boy I think; and I keep smiling and telling everyone else I'll be fine and move on eventually, b-but... I miss her so much! *sobbing* And what's worse, I was the one who found her after she hanged herself. And the image keeps coming back to me, she looked horrifying; her face was completely blue, her tongue drooling all over her chin, her eyes, the bloody marks of her fingernails around the noose, and she even peed herself. And from her face and her tears I could tell she must have been in such pain, and I- I should have been there for her. If not to stop her then at least to die together with her. *crying* I thought it would get better in time, but it didn't. And to-tomorrow it will have been a year to the day, so I thought... I'm sorry, I'm probably talking way too much, aren't I?”

“Not at all, dear. That's what we're here for after all, to listen to you and then help you find a way out. So, what I gathered, tomorrow is the anniversary of your sister's suicide, and because you still miss her, and are haunted by the way she looked in death, and are possibly blaming yourself for it, you're now considering killing yourself too, is that right?”

“Y-yes.”

“I see. That's a lot of issues to resolve. Have you talked about anyone else about this?”

“No. Mom died when I was two, I don't have any other siblings, dad just doesn't care about anything anymore, and none of my friends at school would understand at all.”

“So you don't really have anyone. Very well. In your case it really looks like suicide would be the easiest way.”

“Really?”

“Yes. If you're sure about this, I'll be happy to give you some advice as for how to do it.”

“Yes, that'd be great. I've been thinking about the way for a while, but I couldn't come up with anything. Dad doesn't have any guns, and I don't know about medicine either, there's no tall buildings or cliffs nearby, not even a train station, and I don't want to jump in front of someone's car on the highway and ruin their day too.”

“That's actually very considerate of you. You would not believe what kind of traffic jams and delays a suicide like that brings for hundreds of people. ...Do you have a sharp knife in your house?”

“Um... I don't think I'd be brave enough to slit my wrists and lie in a bathtub, I'd probably chicken out and ruin everything.”

“I see. On a side note, you shouldn't even cut your wrists, but down the forearm to make sure you bleed out as quickly as possible. But apart from that, do you have some kind of strong rope or cloth? A skipping rope, maybe a clothesline, or even a scarf.”

“I think I can find something like that. What for?”

“You said your sister hanged herself, right? So what better way to follow her than do the same, exactly one year later.”

“Well, b-but when I found her she looked like she really suffered, hanging sounds scary and painful.”

“It isn't, not really. The way you found your sister was mostly because of subconscious reactions of her body after she already passed out. If you do a hanging properly you'll black out within 15 or so seconds, and die within five minutes, without feeling much. Trust me, I'm a professional.”

“O-okay, I guess I'm gonna hang myself tomorrow then.”

“Great. By the way, I'm sure you have a close friend or someone you'd like to do one last favor to, right?”

“Yes. Julie, she's one grade below me, and-”

“There's no need to tell me about her right now. Do you own a webcam?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect. Then if you want to do Julie a favor by giving her a bunch of money after you die, visit our website. Near the bottom you'll find a link that allows you to use your webcam to lifestream your suicide over our site. We deduct a small amount to pay for our upkeep and such, but after that all tips and donations go to your friend one hundred percent. Most likely it will be hundreds, if not thousands of dollars if you put on a good show.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I've been working here for a while, so I know how the people watching these streams tick, do you want to hear how to get the most money out of them?”

“I'd love to.”

“Then listen up. First, you want to make sure you look as good as possible for the camera...

…

The webcam activated and the stream flickered to life, two minutes ahead of the announced time, showing a roughly 14-year old girl with straight, light brown hair falling down to her shoulders, green eyes, wearing a plain blue tank-top, sitting in front of the camera.

“U-um... hello.” She nervously spoke up after a moment. “My name is Kelly and I'm going to kill myself now to follow my sister Amber, who did the same thing exactly a year ago. And for your entertainment; any donations I might get go to my best friend Julie, because she really deserves it and because her family is in kind of a bad spot right now, so I want to help her out a little.”

She briefly paused to read the stream chat, already populated by hundreds of viewers, the messages almost too fast to follow, but one sentiment was echoed several times. “You want to see how Julie looks? Okay.” After a moment of searching on her desk she produced a framed picture she presented to the webcam; it showed a slightly younger girl with black pigtails and bright eyes, but old and worn clothes, grinning into the camera.

“She's just adorable, isn't she?” Kelly agreed with the chat “So I'm hoping for your generosity to help her out.” She stood up and slightly tilted the webcam to show a noose hanging from the ceiling in the middle of her room. “And that's why I'll do my best to put on a good show, by hanging myself to death.”

While waiting for the chat to calm down a bit, Kelly placed her chair under the noose and climbed on it to hold the noose in front of neck, then pulled at it to show it only give way very little. “See? A really short drop to make sure I last as long as possible. Is the view good like this or should change something?”

Getting back down, she checked the chat, then tilted the camera a little more and slightly increased the zoom. “There, this should be better. Is there anything else, or should I get going?”

“...I should what? Strip? Really? ...You are gonna be nice and generous then, will you?” A look at the virtual 'tip jar' at the side of the website showed the viewers were already plenty generous, so a several more affirmations from the chat Kelly acquiesced with a small sigh. “Well, okay. It's for Julie after all.”

Kelly pulled off her top and dropped the gray denim skirt she had been wearing, before slowly opening her bra and letting it fall to the floor, revealing pretty small, youthful breasts, with small, pink areolae, and finally stepped out of her panties, standing in front of the camera completely naked, covering her crotch and chest with her hands. “Th-this is embarrassing. I've n-never showed myself like this to anyone.”

With a lot of conscious effort she dropped her arms to her side, fully baring herself to the camera, then doing a slow twirl. “Here you go.” On the side of the screen she saw several donations incoming, as well as compliments from the chat. “You think I look pretty and sexy? That's so nice of you.”

“A hundred dollars if I show my pussy right to the camera?” Kelly read another comment “That's a lot of money. So, um...” Sitting on her chair, she leaned back as far as she could, raising her legs out of the way and – following instructions from the chat – holding apart her labia with her hands, Kelly presented her open pussy to the camera for a good few seconds before sitting up again, her face visibly reddened. “Th-thank you for the money. But now I really should go hang myself b-before I do anything even more embarrassing.”

“...'Finger myself'? What does that even mean?” Making sure the camera was adjusted properly, Kelly didn't wait for an answer from the chat before climbing onto the chair again and placing the noose – really just a repurposed fluffy scarf – around her neck, then waved to the camera. “This is it now, I guess.” Amber, I'm coming.

“Farewell.” Placing one foot against the backrest, Kelly kicked against the chair, knocking it over with a clattering sound. She let out a small gasp as her neck caught in the noose, the pressure increasing from slight to downright painful within seconds as her hands reflexively reached for the rope, but she forced the impulse down, and did her best to give the camera a strained smile.

However as she continued hanging, Kelly's smile quickly faded as her need for air got bigger and a painful pressure was growing in her head. Remembering something the girl from the hotline had told her yesterday about putting on a show, she kept futilely gasping for air and stopped holding back her body's reflexes, letting her arms reach for the noose or flail around and her legs kick freely, giving some clear shots of her pussy to the camera.

As her lungs started burning from lack of air and her head was pounding with every heartbeat, Kelly wondered just how long it would take for her to pass out, this most definitely had been more than 15 seconds by now, had it? But there was nothing she could do but continue her dance in the air, her movements growing more desperate with every second.

By now Kelly's vision was swimming, there was a prickling numb sensation spreading all over her body, and even the sounds of her own hacking gasps sounded muffled to her ears. But more than that, it hurt. Every single cell, every fiber of her body seemed to consist only of searing pain and she hardly noticed her tongue hanging from her mouth and drooling all over her chin.

God, this hurts so bad! Sarah had lied to her, she did not at all pass out quickly. Or had she done something wrong? Kelly had looked up hangings before, and some victims had struggled for several minutes; if they hadn't been unconscious within a few seconds... Please no.

But this seemed to exactly what was awaiting Kelly, and at this point there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't stop, she couldn't call for help, she couldn't even scream, producing only voiceless rasps and coughs. Her eyes flooding with tears, running down her face like hot streaks, Kelly tried to do something, anything to make her pain stop, but all she could do was pointlessly struggle and gasp for air, with no relief in sight. Please, just let me die!

In the end it took several more minutes of utter agony until Kelly finally faded, a stream of urine dripping down her legs, much to the amusement of the chat, and after ten more minutes a webmaster closed the stream before remotely deleting all traces of involvement from Kelly's PC, then anonymously tipping off the police.

In the end Kelly's suicide raised almost 2000 dollars for her friend Julie – and easily a hundred times that for the suicide hotline once the recording was sold on DvD.

***

“This is the suicide hotline, you're talking to Connie, how can I help you?”

“I'm Jessica, and I was wondering if I should kill myself.”

“Why is that?”

“Everyone in school keeps bullying me, and it's just too much. Especially the girls are making fun of me just because I have small breasts. They call me things like 'cutting board' and keep saying I'll never get a boyfriend. And... they're probably right. I see how the boys at school look at them, and how they look at me. So... it's just...”

“I see, I see. Have you considered any other options? Or maybe just talk to a teacher?”

“No dice. All my teachers are either incompetent or don't care. In fact during swimming lessons last week one of them joined in on a remark by the girls; asshole. And there's nothing else I can do. It's too late to start stuffing my bra now, and it wouldn't even work for PE and stuff. And I can't afford even the cheapest of implants to look just a little bigger; I'd be content with just B-cups, but even those are too expensive. So there's really no other way...”

“It looks like you're right, I can't think of anything either.”

“So...”

“So you probably should kill yourself, it's clearly the best way.”

“O-okay, thank you. Can you give me any tips what to do?”

“Well, do you have any particular method in mind?”

“I don't know. I just want it to be quick and painless.”

“Of course. Do you have access to a powerful firearm? I mean like a shotgun or something, not just a pistol.”

“No, my family doesn't own any guns.”

“So any explosives are probably no-go too, right?”

“Right.”

“Do you have any tall buildings nearby?”

“My school is actually pretty high, it's got like 6 floors.”

“Now we're on to something. And what would you think about getting a little payback on the girls that bullied you?”

“That'd be nice too.”

“Perfect. Then this is what you'll do...

…

Ducking out of class a few minutes early, Jessica had easily slipped past the teacher watching the entrance to the roof, stripped and folded her clothes into a neat pile at the edge of the roof, then just waited for the bell to announce the end of school for the day.

...There it was. Now just to wait for that bitch Krystal, she was more or less the leader of the girl posse. A few moments later the blonde came into view, as always surrounded by a mob of other, lesser, girls. Gathering all her courage, Jessica climbed onto the railing and shouted down to her.

“Hey, Krystal, you dumb bitch!” Almost all activity on the entire schoolyard paused as people looked up to her, and suddenly Jessica felt herself blush rather heavily in embarrassment. But she was not going to back down now.

“You stupid whore with your fake plastic tits always made fun of me! But I've had it! I'm proud of my small chest!” She really, really, wasn't, but on the phone Connie had told her she should say it anyways. “And I'm gonna show you what I think of you and all your little bimbos!”

This was it. Quickly before anyone could come to the roof and stop her. Jessica took two steps back for a running start, then dashed forward and leapt off the roof.

Six whole floors was a lot of way down, and time seemed to slow to a crawl as Jessica fell, her life flashing before her eyes; funny, she'd always thought this was just one of those clichés. There was nothing spectacular or outstanding, just a few nice moments and a few shitty moments; the last few months the shitty moments had been much more prevalent.

And then her little flashback was over and she was still falling. Her senses seemed to e working on overdrive, as Jessica overly distinctly felt the air brushing against her pussy, and over her small breasts, and the tugging at the back of her head that meant right now her long black hair had to be trailing after her like a huge cloud.

Opening her eyes she hadn't even noticed she had closed, Jessica could see the shocked expressions on many faces, including most of Krystal's posse, and the cold hard ground coming closer and closer and closer and pleasedonthurt

SPLAT

***

“Hello, this is the suicide hotline, Naomi speaking. We just talked to your girlfriend about her ...situation.”

“I heard, I was standing right beside her. I told her to call.”

“From her weight and measurements she gave me, I don't believe Laura is as incredibly 'fat' as she describes herself, she's hardly even overweight.”

“I know, right? And I keep telling her all that means is that there's more to love about her.”

“That means you'll agree the problem is not her weight, but her self-image.”

“Guess so.”

“And that problem is a much harder one to solve than actual obesity. Chances are even if she somehow slimmed down to a BMI of below twenty, with the body of a supermodel, she'd still find things to criticize about herself.”

“I see.”

“Worst case, once she starts a diet she'll think she's too 'skinny' and bounce right to overeating and gaining weight again. So in her particular case, it looks like suicide may well be the best option.”

“Alright. If that's what she wants, and you think it's the best alternative.”

“I do. Laura is lucky to have such a supportive boyfriend. ...In fact, you should probably do your best to assist her in her suicide. You don't want her to die all alone after all, right?”

“Of course I'll help her.”

“Perfect. And what do you think of making some cash along the way? Given her issues, I don't think you can talk Laura in killing herself live on a webstream, right?”

“Probably not.”

“But how about a recording? If you own any sort of video camera we're always willing to buy amateur clips for a good price.”

“I think I can do that.”

“Excellent. On our website you'll find how to contact us, as well as a cheap cleaning service if you need it. Now, would you mind putting me on speaker so I can talk to Laura too and help you find the best method...

…

“Babe, are you sure the camera is necessary?” The chubby dirty blonde, almost brunette girl leaned right towards the lens of the camcorder facing towards their bed.

“Well, not necessarily necessary,” Her boyfriend, who was deliberately keeping his head out of frame, answered “But when you're gone I'll need something to remember you.”

“You're gonna whack off to that, aren't you?”

“...I will neither confirm nor deny that statement.”

“Perv.” With a small laugh the naked girl poked her boyfriend's bare chest, then reached into his boxers to pull out his dick and only had to stroke it for a few seconds until it got completely hard. She opened her mouth and started sucking it, easily taking the dick all the way to the back of her throat.

“...Easy there, babe.” He stopped her with a groan after a short while. “You know I love how you do that, but don't make me cum just yet.”

“Right.” Laura stopped sucking him and instead laid onto the bed on her back, lifting her legs out of the way to briefly show her pussy right to the camera, before her boyfriend stepped into view, still only showing the back of his head to the camera as he started eating her out.

It took but a few seconds of teasing her clit and labia with his tongue, and pushing a single finger deep into her pussy, before Laura started panting, and shortly after moaning loudly, her face a little red and her nipples clearly erect. However as her voice kept rising in pitch, much too soon he pulled back again. “We don't want you finishing early either, do we? Now come on, like we talked about.”

While her boyfriend picked up the camera and moved it to another position slightly closer and to the side of the bed, Laura got up and turned around, getting on her hands and knees, facing towards the camera, and her huge tits swaying and bouncing with every little movement.

“Ready, babe?” Her boyfriend knelt on the bed right behind Laura “I'm gonna put it in now.”

“Yeah, g-” Laura let out a loud moan as he entered her pussy for the first time. Drawing in a sharp breath she took a moment to compose herself. “I-it's pretty big...”

“It's gonna be fine, just do your best to relax. You did say you didn't want to die a virgin.”

“Y-yeah.” Calming her breath, Laura slowly started moving her hips back and forth, and after a few moments her boyfriend joined in too, gently fucking her pussy. His dick inside her felt big and unfamiliar and just a little painful, but also really good; especially once he reached under her with one hand to start rubbing her clit as well.

Laura's breath was quickly picking up as their movements gradually intensified, and within minutes she could feel her orgasm approaching, but before she got all the way, her boyfriend slowed down and pulled out his dick.

“...Babe, do we really have to do this?”

“That was my one condition, consider what you're asking of me. And besides, this morning you seemed quite enticed by the idea of taking it in the ass.”

“W-well, okay. Please be gentle.”

“I'll try.” Dripping some spit on Laura's asshole, her boyfriend spread it all over and even pushed a finger inside, before placing his dick against it, and carefully pushing it inside her ass bit by bit. Even though he was being as gentle as he could, Laura still clenched her teeth and felt a small tear form in the corner of her eye as a half-moan half-scream escaped her lips. “Ow. Th-this hurts.”

“You'll be fine.” Once more he started rubbing her pussy with one hand, pushing two fingers inside her, then very carefully started moving again, and Laura gasped in both pain and pleasure. “Wow, you're so tight back there. This feels great.”

Even though it was also pretty painful, Laura soon was approaching her climax once more, her gasps turning to drawn-out moans. “Sounds like you're gonna come soon. And once you do, I'll slit your throat so it's gonna be the last thing you ever feel.”

“Th-thanks, babe. Love you.” Laura let out another moan as he pushed into her especially deep, and only moments later she was teetering on the edge, before giving way to her pleasure, loudly voicing her orgasm – only to suddenly be cut off by a sharp, cold feeling running over her neck as her voice died down to a voiceless rattle.

Her throat was cut open side-to-side, splashing blood on her hands and her breasts and everywhere as her body still continued its orgasm. Laura's mind torn between these contradictory sensations, her ass and pussy clenched in her death throes, and she could hear her boyfriend groan as he came too, shooting his hot load right into her ass.

Still in limbo between pain and pleasure, it took but seconds for Laura to bleed out, the feeling of her boyfriend cumming in her ass the last thing she felt before she slumped over into the puddle of her own blood, her eyes blank and empty.

“Thanks, babe.” After her last twitches completely died down, her boyfriend pulled out of her ass, dripping a little cum on her pussy. “That was probaby the best sex I'll ever have.” Now, for that cleaning service Naomi mentioned.

***

“Hey, this is Ashley, you've dialed the suicide hotline.”

“Konnichi wa, Yuki desu.”

“Excuse me?”

“Right, sorry. I'm Yuki. I called here because I'm getting bullied in school, and people keep calling me 'weaboo' and telling me to kill myself.”

“Is there any reason for that?”

“I think it's because of my style. I just really like Nihon culture, which is why I chose this name too. My old name was Lucia.”

“Right.”

“Or maybe it's because they're jealous of me because I'm so kawaii.”

“...Just kill yourself.”

“Um, really?”

Yes. Think about it this way: You're not gonna change your style, are you?”

“No way. If anything, once I have the money I'll get some surgery done to look even cuter.”

“Then the bullying is not gonna stop either. So there really is no way out.”

“You do have a point there.”

“Of course I do. How about you disembowel yourself, that would be very appropriate, wouldn't it?”

“Not really, in fact. Seppukku was reserved for Samurai, and, sadly, I'm no warrior. And I couldn't find anyone to be my second anyways.”

“Then what method would you suggest?”

“Well, this may sound a little strange, but I've had an odd fascination with people drowning for a while now. I don't know where I got it, but sometimes I would even dream of myself drowning, only to wake up as soon as I run out of breath.”

“So you want to drown yourself, is that it?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, I'll walk you through what you need. How far is the closest deep lake or river to you...

...

Yuki arrived at the bridge she had chosen just after midnight; the odds of being seen were pretty low anyways, but best be certain. Climbing down the embankment, under the bridge she completely stripped, placing her clothes in a folded pile with her shoes right behind them as was custom.

She had taken the heaviest pair of her dads dumbbells, fatso hadn't used them in the last ten years anyways. Tape likely wouldn't hold underwater for any length of time, and she wasn't sure how well she could tie a secure knot, so cable ties would have to do. Fastening one weight each around her ankles, the latina double-checked the ties, before taking one final breath and stepping off the edge into the river.

The water was colder than she'd expected and almost made Yuki gasp in surprise, but she barely managed to hold her breath. As an artificial canal, it sunk to its full depth immediately at the edge, which was certainly convenient, and after sinking for a handful seconds, Yuki felt her feet hit the ground as the pressure made her ears pop a little.

The water was pretty murky, so in the dead of night Yuki couldn't even see her own hand in front of her eyes. Except for her feet tying her to the ground it would have felt like she was weightlessly floating in the cold darkness, her hair lazily drifting around her.

After several seconds Yuki felt like there was a pressure building inside her lungs, clearly the lack of air, but she always had been pretty good at holding her breath, so she knew her body would last a while longer.

The pressure kept growing, slowly turning into pain, as even in the darkness colorful black spots started blooming in Yuki's vision. She really wanted to breathe, but her body wouldn't let her. Instead her instincts took over and she started to struggle against the restraints holding her feet to the ground, but all she achieved was the plastic painfully digging into her skin. Heedless, she continued trying to break free, her hands clasped around her throat as she stretched towards the surface forever out of her reach.

Finally the pain was too big and Yuki's need for air trumped her body's preservation instincts and she gasped for breath, a huge stream of bubbles escaping her mouth before she tried to breathe in again – and only found water filling her lungs. Coughing, she tried to get the water out, but if anything achieved the opposite before her throat cramped up, completely locking her airway.

Now the pain of the water inside her lungs adding to the lack of breath, Yuki's struggles yet intensified, and she started wildly bucking and thrashing her arms, pointlessly trying to break free even as she felt her body slowly go numb.

Instead, after multiple more minutes of suffering, the darkness and cold that had been creeping over her consciousness finally took hold and Yuki faded into nothing

***

“Um, hello? Is this the suicide hotline? My name is Annabelle, and I-”

“You should kill yourself.”

“Um, I thought this was where you tell me everything's not so bad and I shouldn't do it or something.”

“Oh no, you're looking for the suicide prevention hotline, there. They're there to give you comforting lies and cookie-cutter encouragement and false sympathy. We're here be honest with you and tell you the truth, even if you may not like it.”

“But aren't you at least gonna listen to my problems?”

“Not really. It doesn't even make a difference. Want to hear a very important realization?”

“What is it?”

“In the end, nothing matters. Our earth is a tiny speck of dust floating around an insignificant little star on the outer edge of a small insignificant galaxy among billions.”

“Oh, wow. That's kinda bleak.”

“It's the truth. And what's more, what do you think how many humans ever lived on earth? ...Over 100 billion. And how many of these made a huge difference, shaped history? ...A few thousand. Ten thousand at best. So if any one human would kill themselves right now, the odds are ten million to one that it won't make any difference. At all.”

“That's an awfully nihilistic way of putting it.”

“I'm just being realistic. We're all going to die without ever having mattered anyways. If all of humanity just died, nothing would change. The earth would still run its course, only to be devoured by the sun in five billion years. Matter of fact, I think it would even be beneficial, all we humans do is destroy the planet and hunt animals into extinction just because we can. The planet would be much better off if humanity just collectively killed itself.”

“If that's what you think, then why haven't you killed yourself yet?”

“Oh, I will, in time. And depending on how many more I manage to take with me, I might even make it onto the news. But as long as I can help others see things how they really are, I'll hold it off for just a little longer. Though in relation to the 14 billion years our universe already existed, even a thousand lifetimes are but a fleeting moment.”

“...You might have a point with all this.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I got carried away about the meaninglessness of existence and the futility of life again. What did you say was your problem?”

“Well, I like playing video games, and streaming online, and I keep getting trolled and bullied by others online, and they tell me to kill myself, just because they're mad they got beaten by a girl. But after what you just told me, I don't feel like it even matters. I'm gonna die eventually anyways, so why wait?”

“An excellent answer. I'll be happy to give you some advice.”

“Great, thanks.”

“For starters, are there any guns in your house?”

“Yes, my mom got a handgun after almost being mugged that one time. I know the combination to the safe.”

“Well, that's perfect. You said you were a streamer, right? How would you like streaming your suicide too? Thaw way you could show all those people who bullied you, and maybe even make them realize their life is pointless anyways.”

“Sure thing.”

“You'll understand you have to use our website for the initial stream. But once you are done, we'll make sure to upload it to twitch, youtube or whatever site you normally use.”

“Got it.”

“Then you should visit our website, and look for this link...

...

“He~ey, beautiful people!” The lean brunette with gray eyes cheerfully waved into the camera. “This is Annabelle, or as some may know me Queen Annie. And today I'm here for you with a very special show.”

“So, on like every video I post, every stream, every twitter or whatever I do, I always get trolls and haters telling me to kill myself. Well, guess what? I'm gonna do just that right now. But that's not because any of you were right, you're still just salty losers who need to take this less seriously. However someone recently helped me realize how life – and that means anyone's life – is completely pointless and meaningless. And I'm gonna die eventually anyways, so there's no reason not to do it now and on my own terms.”

She picked up a sheet of paper from her desk. “Also I've prepared some notes to help you set things into perspective so you can see just how insignificant one life – and even all of humanity – really is. Half of you probably think earth is like the center of the universe, after all, you're living on it, right? Well, think again. Earth is just one tiny mote of dust floating around one small insignificant yellow star...

...

“And with all that said, it doesn't make any real difference if I blow my brains out today, maybe get run over by a truck tomorrow, or croak of old age in like 70 years. Which is why I'll do it right now, so you all can watch. And if any of this opened your eyes just a little, let's see if we can get his hype train going and hit a thousand comments or video replies of you doing the same. There'll be a link on the screen right now and in the description to a website that is gonna help you with the recording if you want to; use the code 'QueenAnnie2016' for a nice little bonus.”

“Now that all the talking's out of the way, what do you say we get started?” Annabelle got up and pushed her chair to the side, then slowly over the next few minutes took off all of her clothes, performing a nice little striptease for the stream, baring first her somewhat small, but very firm and well-shaped breasts, then her shaved pussy, before moving the camera to the foot of her bed as she lied down on it, bringing with her a bulky-looking handgun. “As you may have already guessed, by the end of this I'm gonna shoot myself, but before that, I figured why not put on one final show for my faithful viewers. So enjoy.”

With that, Annabelle spread her legs to give a clear view of her pussy to the camera, then rubbed the barrel of the gun over it – and flinched. “Sorry, it's kinda cold. ...But I know just the thing.”

Annabelle took the barrel into her mouth and, careful to keep her finger well off the trigger, started moving it back and forth a little, suggestively playing around it with her lips and tongue, at one point even pushing it as far into her throat as she could, almost making her gag, until after a few minutes the metal was nice and warmed up.

Rubbing the front part of the sights right over her clit for a moment, Annabelle brought the gun back to her pussy, parting her labia with the muzzle before pushing the barrel inside her. Slick with her saliva and warmed up, it easily slid in, and even though the metal still felt hard and bulky, it also filled her quite well. Starting to moan lightly, she began fucking herself with the gun first slowly, but quickly picking up speed, shoving it in as far as it could.

After a few minutes Annabelle paused, pulling the gun out of her and smiling to the camera, panting heavily and her face flush in arousal “I'm gonna come soon, but before that, let's make things a little more interesting, shall we? After all I wanna go out with a 'bang'.”

Giggling at her pun, she took a hot pink dildo from her bed, and after similarly licking and throating it to lube it up, she shifted her position, placing the dildo upright on her bed and pushing the tip against her asshole as she raised her hips, then carefully lowered herself onto it until it was inside her all the way up to the base.

“There... we go...” Wincing and drawing in a sharp breath, she laid back down as she pushed the barrel of the gun inside her pussy again. “This is so hot, now it's like I'm being fucked by two cocks at once.” One hand gently rocking the dildo, the other resumed masturbating with the gun, Annabelle's moans kept growing in intensity, until much to soon she paused again.

“So far, I bet you've seen all this countless times by every little camwhore, so now it's time for the special touch.” Pulling out the gun once more, she briefly rubbed it over her chest as if giving a titfuck, but then turned it to point at her left breast from the side and, visibly tensing, pulled the trigger. BANG! The bullet went straight through her breast and Annabelle let out a pained whimper as both wounds immediately started bleeding.

She quickly pressed the gun against her left arm, just below the elbow and fired again, the grazing shot gouging a huge red line into her flesh, and while she managed to hold back a cry of pain, Annabelle's eyes teared up nonetheless. Gritting her teeth she smiled at the camera as the barrel of the gun entered her pussy once again. “S-see? That's not something you get every day.”

Doing her best to push aside the pain in her breast and arm, she continued masturbating, her moans intermixed with a much more pained sound, yet within minutes she felt her orgasm coming, and soon followed through, the pleasure washing over her making the pain all but forgotten, as she moaned, if not shrieked in pleasure for several seconds, what may have been the best orgasm ever flooding over her.

As she felt her pleasure begin to ebb, Annabelle quickly forced herself to focus and pull the trigger again, her moans of lust replaced by those of utter agony as a huge, searing red pain seemed to bloom inside her. After over a minute of only panting and waiting for the pain to subside just a little, she managed to pull the gun out of her now ruined pussy, along with a huge gush of blood.

“F-fuck... this hurts.” Her voice was about to crack and her smile wavered, but Annabelle did her best to keep up appearances even as she pointed the gun at herself, shooting into her belly three times and into her chest twice, one bullet going straight into the sternum, the other entering her right breast, before leveling the weapon at the side of her head.

“Now that we're about... done, think of h-how pointless life is anyways, and perhaps I'll see you on the other side.” Waving to the camera with her free hand, she gave her trademark goodbye one final time. “This is Queen Annie, signing off.”

BANG

>>8267

As per suggestion over in the writing prompts thread (>>8061). I only now notice how long this turned out, that's what you get for doing five scenes in one (though I suppose a fair part of the length is owed to lots of dialogue).

The fourth scene is my first time writing a drowning, and I somehow couldn't find any sort of reference, so I hope it turned out okay. For the second and fifth one I could have written a slightly longer ending detailing the messy aftermath, but I found it more fitting to end like that and leave the rest to the reader's imagination (also I really have trouble writing endings anyways, especially for /g/ stuff).

Also in the fifth one, if some of the nihilist's rant is factually wrong or based off faulty reasoning, that's entirely intended (for the record, I share some of that perspective; a human life, and humanity as a whole is pretty insignificant, there is no higher meaning or whatever. But my conclusion is quite literally the opposite, exactly because it's pointless we should do our best for us and all others to enjoy life, there is no meaning except the one we give it ourselves).

Closing with the usual, any feedback/suggestions/etc appreciated (maybe let me know which scene was your favorite), and so on. Thanks for reading.

Not bad. With that premise I was afraid it would be quite dark, but it ended up being lightminded enough for me to enjoy.

Man, the Queen Annie one was awesome <3

I LOL-ed so hard at the weaboo one I lost my boner omg

A Christmas present [m/f, loli, incest, decapitation, hanging, con]

“You can look now.” Mike opened his eyes, to find his younger sister sitting under the tree amidst a pile of presents, naked save for a green bow atop her head and a length of ribbons wrapped around her to just barely cover up her breasts and private parts.

“...Abby?”

“Yeah, I'm your present this year. My virginity and my life.”

“In that order.” Their older sister Daisy added from the side.

“Right. I' m gonna help you... what was it again, Daisy?”

“You want to help him become a man.”

“That. Before mom and dad left on their vacation, we got the key to his hobby cellar, and Daisy helped me prepare something, come on.”

Abby jumped up, grabbing Mike's hand as she pulled him out of the living room and down the stairs, into their father's cellar. The room was decorated with a few garlands and candles, actually making even the gray concrete feel somewhat welcoming. Abby led Mike to a simple long table in the middle of the room, covered in a a layer of blankets, before turning around. “Aren't you gonna unwrap you present?”

“Oh, right.” Mike took off the headband with the bow before looking for the knot holding the other ribbons, finding it between Abby's shoulder blades hidden under her long blonde hair, and after fumbling around with it for a few seconds, it opened and the entire wrapping fell to the floor, leaving her in front of him in her birthday suit.

“Like what you see, big boy?” Abby's attempt at a sexy voice fell completely flat, and he heard Daisy giggle besides him, but Mike actually found he quite did like what he saw. Her breasts had just barely started to grow, enough to be visible but little more, and her pussy was still completely smooth. Mike reached down to run a finger along the outside of Abby's pussy before cupping her chest with his hand, making her draw in a sharp breath as he started caressing her nipple with two fingers.

“H-hang on.” She paused Mike after a few moments, kneeling down in front of him to undo his belt and zipper, dropping his pants, reaching into his pants to pull out his hard dick, then getting up and laying down on the table, spreading her legs so she was fully presenting her pussy to him. “Daisy said I shouldn't die as a virgin – even though I'm a Gemini –, that's why I want you to have sex with me. And after that you'll use daddy's axe to cut off my head.”

“Yeah, she chose to go with that because it sounded the least painful.” Daisy added.

“Why don't you help out? You could decapitate her just as she comes.”

“Nah, Abby was quite specific about this and I couldn't change her mind. I'm just gonna watch from the sidelines, you two have fun.”

“Abby, are you sure about this?” Mike turned back to his younger sister patiently waiting for him.

“Yeah. I wanted to give you a really special present this year, and this was the best idea I could think of. And don't lie, you're totally horny seeing me like this.”

“Did Daisy tell you to say that?”

“...Maybe.”

“She would.” Mike chuckled “Okay, here I go.” After licking his fingers and spreading a bit of spit over Abby's pussy, he pushed the tip of his dick against it, parting the labia before gently entering her. About halfway in he encountered a little resistance, which gave way after a little more pressure and he suddenly slid in all the way as Abby winced, small tears forming in the corner of her eye.

“Sorry.” Mike caressed Abby's cheek, but he still could feel her tense around him, when Daisy spoke up.

“I know it feels weird and probably hurts a little, but just relax. You're gonna feel real good real soon.”

“O-okay...” Taking slow, deliberate breaths, Abby slowly relaxed at least a little, until Mike felt he could start, and began slowly moving his hips back and forth. She still tensed, one hand reaching towards Mike and he took it, their fingers interlocking, as with the other he started playing with her nipple, and her breath quickly intensified, a slight redness rising in her cheeks.

As he increased his speed, Abby clasped his hand even tighter and started moaning in what well might have been both pain and pleasure, but she kept her smile, even wrapping her legs around Mike's back, so he carefully continued.

Some minutes later Mike noticed another voice panting and moaning, and looked to the side to see Daisy obviously aroused by what she was watching, her face flush and one hand rapidly rubbing under her skirt while the other supported her against a shelf. This sexy show in turn cause him to speed up too, but when Abby let out a pained whimper, he quickly slowed down. “Sorry.”

“No, it's... fine.” Abby smiled at him, and after a few moments Mike got an idea.

“Try this.” Taking Abby's free hand, he guided it towards her pussy, and after a little searching found her clit, briefly rubbing it before placing her fingers right on top of it. “This should make you feel good.”

With a nod Abby started rubbing her clit, and after a little even pushing a finger inside her along Mike's dick, and as he sped up again, she endured it, moaning faster and louder than before, picking up speed too and even starting to move her hips counterpoint to Mike's thrusts.

Before long he was panting too, and after a little more Mike felt he was about to finish. “Abby, I'm... gonna cum.”

“M-me too.”

Holding his pace, Mike gave Abby a little more time to get closer to her orgasm before one final burst of speed, and just moments later she audibly came, her entire body tensing as she clenched her legs around Mike's back. Her pussy rhythmically clenching around his dick, made him quickly follow suit, shooting his load all inside her with a series of groans, as from the corner of his eye he also heard Daisy's moans hitting a crescendo as she rather blatantly came too.

After a small eternity the two of them slowly returned from their ecstasy, panting heavily and a little sweaty; Abby spoke up first. “Th-that was... That felt really good. Thank you, Mike.”

“Um, you're welcome?” Mike pulled his dick out of Abby's pussy and she winced a little, before smiling at him as she got up.

“And now for the second part. Come on.” She pulled Mike to the side of the room, where next to a drain in the floor there was a huge block of wood, around the height of his knees, with a large indentation on one side.

“You know how this goes, right?” Daisy asked, handing mike a bulky axe as Abby knelt down, placing her head on the block. “You want to hit the middle of her neck with one big strike.” Turning her head to the side, she brushed away as much of Abby's hair as she could while Mike positioned himself besides the block. “This is it. Any last words?”

“Thank you for accepting my present, Mike.”

“Thank you for the present. I'll count down from three, just hold still and you won't feel a thing.” At least he hoped so.

“Got it. Goodbye, Daisy. Goodbye, Mike.”

“Bye, Abby.”

“Farewell. Three... Two... One...”

Thunk. With a dull sound the axe cut straight through the girl's neck, embedding itself in the wood as her head rolled into the basket and her body fell to the side, jerking and shuddering, spraying blood from its stump everywhere, a small puddle of urine forming between her legs.

As her body continued twitching before slowly dying down, Mike took Abby's head from the basket, to find her eyes still follow him, and quickly lifted it, gently kissing her on the lips, and she weakly returned the kiss. “Bye, Abby. Merry Christmas, and thank you.” Her lips moved, mouthing what looked like 'merry Christmas', then the light slowly left her eyes.

After holding her for a few more seconds, Mike placed Abby's head next to her body, her expression almost serene even in death. They should probably call that one great cleaning company in town; or maybe just wash off the blood and wait until after Christmas so they didn't charge extra. Either way, as Mike was about to go upstairs to get the phone, Daisy took his hand to stop him. “Hey, I want to give you a present too. Can you wait here for a moment, I just need to get myself ready.”

Mike acquiesced, and after only a few minutes, Daisy returned, naked save for a pair of long black stockings and a huge dark blue ribbon around her chest. “I wasn't planning on this at least unless you were eighteen and still didn't have a girlfriend, but after seeing you and Abby just now, I couldn't help it. I know it's technically the same gift – okay I'm not so much a virgin anymore, but who's counting – but I hope you'll like it anyways.”

“Wow, thanks, Daisy.” Mike undid the ribbon, revealing Daisy in all her beauty; much more curvy than Abby, with large, supple breasts, her pussy shaved just as smoothly, and unless he was mistaken she also seemed to be a little wet already.

Daisy leaned forward, pulling Mike into a tight embrace and deeply kissing him for several seconds before pulling back just enough to take off his shirt, then kneeling down to remove his trousers and pants too, licking and kissing the tip of his dick for a few seconds before getting up again.

“I wanna go a different way, though.” She picked up the ribbon and started fiddling around with it before fashioning a noose out of it, then pushed the chair-slash-bed Abby had used before a little sideways, climbing onto it to thread the ribbon through a hook in the ceiling. Taking Mike's hand, she gently pushed him onto the table, then laid atop of him, her breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him again before sitting up and reaching for the noose hanging down above her, placing it around her neck.

“You probably guessed it, but I want you to choke me to death while I ride you. It's really simple, just don't let go of the ribbon, got it?”

“Sure.”

“Then here we go.” Handing him the end of the ribbon, Daisy lowered herself onto Mike's waiting dick with a low moan, then quickly started moving up and down. She wasn't quite as tight as Abby had been, but her experience showed in the way she moved, and her breasts were bouncing with every motion, making for a very sexy display.

“Hey, what are you waiting for?” After a few moments she paused again. “Pull the rope. Like, tight.”

Mike complied, pulling the ribbon taut as Daisy started moving again, and whatever she had been about to say was cut off in a gasp, and she just nodded with a slightly strained smile. Even though he'd come just a few minutes ago, Mike was already rock-hard again, and he felt how Daisy knew what she was doing, her own arousal clearly showing in her face, even as it slowly began turning red.

Her moans progressing into strangled gasps, Daisy kept moving faster, and Mike almost reflexively found his grip on the ribbon tighten, choking her even further, but she showed no sign of letting up, if anything she seemed to be enjoying it.

As her face slowly shifted to purple, Daisy's tongue started hanging from the side of her mouth and her movements became somewhat jerky and irregular as her body started convulsing from lack of oxygen, but it also made her pussy clench way tight around Mike's dick, and despite the noose cutting into her windpipe, she manage to barely form a word “Tigh...ter...” Mike obeyed of course, wrapping the ribbon around his hand to get a better grip as he continued choking her even harder.

Soon, Mike was already approaching his orgasm once more, and as he kept increasing the pressure on the ribbon, so did Daisy her speed until she was seriously bouncing on him, her face all but blue as she spoke again, her words closer to a voiceless gasp. “Cum...ming. Finish... me...”

Thrusting inside her as much as his position allowed, Mike pulled the ribbon as far as he could, and after a few more moments, she let out a series of gasps and rattles, that probably would have been a long moan had she had the air. Daisy came just as she died, her gasps abruptly cutting off as her eyes rolled back and she went limp, yet her body continued its climax, shuddering and clenching, and Mike came too, unloading into Daisy's pussy which kept twitching around him to give him a great orgasm, before finally dying down.

After slowly winding down over the next few minutes, still panting a little Mike extricated himself from under Daisy and slowly lowered her body onto the table, then picked her up, placing her next to Abby's body, her face less peaceful as much as frozen in utter ecstasy even – or especially – in death.

Brushing Daisy's eyes shut, Mike placed a kiss on both her and Abby's forehead before turning to leave, take a shower and call the cleaning company. “Thank you, girls. Both of you. This was the best Christmas present ever.”

>>8423

Depending on your time zone and exactly when you celebrate, this may be a few hours late or early (probably early). I just felt like doing something for the season, so here you go. Happy religiously-innocuous winter holidays, everyone.

This started out like something from DemisE or Dolcett I saw at some point, with the girls' names coming up in some sort of government-mandated snuff lottery (either for meat or population control), but after reading a comment by Aoi Hikari, I changed it up to be 100% con; this is a setting where death is simply a thing like any other, so no one bats an eyelid at a pair of girls giving themselves as presents to their brother to snuff them (and you can bet they were far from the only ones), if you've read any of their works, you'll know what I'm talking about (and if you haven't, you really should I can only recommend them).

So once more, Happy [insert Holiday of choice here], and a Happy New Year. See you then.

>>8423
A sweet short holiday story with casual loli incest, beheading and strangulation - what's not to love!

>>8423

Great story!

I love your work, keep it up!

Hey, Eterya, think we could do another story?

Characters involved would be Vivio Takamachi and Einhart Stratos, and it would be a kinky time gone all the way scenario.

Several years after the deaths of Nanoha, Fate, Hayate, Signum, Shamal, Tia, and Subaru from our previous Nanoha story, Vivio, now 18 years old, decides she's ready to join her mamas (Nanoha and Fate) in death, and invites her lover Einhart to join her.

We can set it up a few different ways - either both hang, and they hang at the same time while making love one last time, or one is beheaded and the other hangs, or both disembowel each other and make love, finishing up by either slitting each other's throats or crushing each other's hearts in their hands.

Think we can do that?

>>8581

[Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha, suicide, hanging, sepukku, con]

At the apartment of Vivio Takamachi, Vivio and her girlfriend, Einhart were preparing for their last acts. 12 years had passed since the mass suicide of Vivio’s adoptive parents, Nanoha and Fate, alongside a number of their friends and comrades. Vivio had grown up, befriended and fell in love with Einhart, and had done her ‘mamas’ proud.

Now she had decided to join them, and Einhart had insisted on not letting her go alone.

“You sure about this, Einhart?” Vivio asked. “You... you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I am sure, Vivio,” Einhart replied, trying to keep her stoic mask up, but Vivio could see right through it. “I... Klaus died after losing Olivie... I- I won’t let history repeat.”

Vivio nodded. Einhart bore the memories of her ancestor, an ancient ruler, who had died alone after losing his lover in a war – a lover Vivio was an altered clone of – so she didn't want to share that fate.

“Alright, then,” she said as they both turned to the center of the living room, where a stool underneath a noose and a knife on a tray awaited them. “I guess it’s time...”

The two stripped, and after sharing one final deep kiss walked to their deaths, Vivio stepping up onto the stool and placing the noose around her neck, while Einhart knelt before the tray and picked up the knife, keeping her eyes fixed on her lover.

“On the count of three. One... Two... Three...” Vivio stepped off the stool, kicking it to the side with a clattering sound as the noose cut into her neck with a gasp. At the same moment Einhart plunged the knife deep inside her abdomen, pulling it all the way to the other side, completely opening up her abdomen and drawing in a sharp breath at the sudden surge of pain.

Even though she had sworn herself she wouldn't even try to struggle, in short order Vivio couldn't help but ineffectually start kicking her legs as her head began to pound with every heartbeat. But seeing Einhart just sit in front of her, completely composed save for a very slight trembling, made her force her movements down and just gaze at her lover and companion in death with a warm smile, which the older girl of course returned.

Yet the pain kept growing and growing and soon enough her resolve broke for good, and Vivio started wildly thrashing around, flailing her arms and legs, desperate for a reprieve she would never get, as Einhart looked at her with a concerned expression. “H-hang in there, Vivio, it will be over soon.”

Whatever Vivio's answer had been was reduced to a strangled gasp, but even through the tremendous agony flooding her whole body, every fiber feeling nothing but pain, she managed a thankful smile, and one hand ceased its clawing long enough to reach out for Einhart, who in turn sat up a little, wincing as the movement tore open her abdomen even further, to grasp her lover's hand one final time.

Einhart's hand in hers was enough to let Vivio manage to spend her last moments in a calm, almost dignified, as the darkness teetering on the edge of her vision finally came flooding it, drowning out the pain and the fear and as her consciousness faded, her last thoughts were ‘Nanoha-mama, Fate-mama... Einhart and I are... coming to join you... see you soon

As Vivio finally went limp with one last sigh, her hand loosely dropping from Einhart's grasp, the green-haired girl similarly breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally over. Now for her part. Even if her method of death was much faster and more painless, it also took a lot of discipline, and Vivio hadn't been sure she'd be able to pull it off, so she'd gone with the more painful, but reliable method; hopefully she hadn't suffered too badly.

Einhart gripped the bloody knife she'd already used to cut open her stomach in both hands, placed it against the side of her neck and took a deep breath to brace herself. Then she cut, drawing the knife over the length of her neck and opening both carotids, and within moments a huge gush of blood spurted from her throat, some of it even splashing on Vivio's bare feet and legs, and within seconds a metallic taste flooded Einhart's mouth.

She managed to hold her posture for a few seconds before her strength started draining and she felt her body slump forward, blackness rapidly closing in on her. Wait for me, Vivio, I'll be right with you.

>>8707

I actually finished this a few days ago, but just then gurochan had was down, so I forgot to post it right away. This was written in collaboration with Blau Sturm (again) and is kind of a sequel to that other Nanoha story (>>7557).

https://discordapp.com/invite/RtDKcgG

To the author of these fics

You are invited to a discord board for guro and snuff and things like that.

It will help expand the reach of your art.

>>8707
Nice! I only wish they didn't wait to turn 18 to kill themselves, but oh well.

Could you do a follow up with the overwatch one where mercy gets curious and wants to test the noose and have her and tracer enjoy it together taking turns hanging while the other pleasures. Preferably non fatal

Could you do a follow up with the overwatch one where mercy gets curious and wants to test the noose and have her and tracer enjoy it together taking turns hanging while the other pleasures. Preferably non fatal

>>8760

Sorry, but I don't think so. That idea would severely clash with the tone of the first one as well as be pretty out-of-character. If anything, I'd have to do a completely new sort-of-AU story; but while I kind of like the idea, I don't think it would work too well in writing, and I already wrote so many hangings, at this point I feel like I'm repeating myself. I am very much open to other requests, though; including Overwatch (especially since I just finally got the game myself from a sale).

>>8766

well I dont really have other requests I mostly just want to see overwatch women hang consensually non letal style for sexual pleasure. though mei and mercy could be fun too specially since they are friends lore wise.

Heya not sure if you remember me, but I requested some sort of pokemon rp a couple months ago. Would you be willing to revisit that fandom with a different story by any chance? =)

>>8789
I don't recall anything about an rp, specifically, but I do remember your name, and I'm sure I can do some Pokémon story (at long as it involves humans as killers/victims, not Pokémon). What sort of thing do you have in mind?

Ah right, it was some sort of fighting based story taking place in the wilderness or something along those lines. Fairly odd admittedly.

Though I'm happy to hear you still take requests! So specifically I was wondering if you were perhaps willing to write a story with Maylene or, if not Maylene, perhaps Roxie/Misty/Flannery? Content-wise I'd picture it more along the non-con route and I might have one or two plotbunnies depending on which character you'd agree on. ^^

>>8792
I can do any of those characters (though I wrote something with Flannery before, so maybe not her again). But more important than the victim is the method of her death and the scene leading up to it, try to be original.

Hey there! Would you be interested in writing a story based on this image?

http://68.media.tumblr.com/7209292701884d3b1eb0cbbae6a14d54/tumblr_o990m0l4xa1vyy7ymo1_540.png

>>8795

I should clarify: Those are the main five girls in Sailor Moon.

>>8794

Alright, in that case I'd probably prefer Maylene.

For the story, so one idea I had was, that she trained in the wilderness and run into a hostile trainer who is very arrogant and condescending and grinds her gears after they started fighting. Maybe he/she even uses underhanded methods or so. Anyways, Maylene is shamefully defeated, but as she can't stand the other trainer's attitude, she, thinking herself stronger, assaults him physically to get him to shut up. Though this time I wouldn't actually picture the physical struggle to take place in much depth, perhaps only the end of it when he seizes control and decides to punish and make her pay?

The other story I had in mind was something based around those evil organisations such as Team Rocket or Team Galactic. Maybe those organisations were kidnapping pokemon for their own wicked purposes, and Maylene as the gym leader closest to their hideout decides to take matters into her own hand and free the captured pokemon/trainers while simultaneously proving herself to the other gym leaders who still perceive her as nothing but a weak little girl. Except things don't go as planned and instead she's overpowered and made an example of as to what happens when you mess with the evil organisation?

Would either of those concepts work for you? ^^"

>>8796
Tbh, I don't see what there is to write; the picture more or less already shows about what I would have described anyways. Add to that that I don't know Sailor Moon at all (and didn't even recognize the characters), and that I've done so many hangings I feel I'm running out of new ways to write them, there isn't really anything for me to work with.

>>8797
Pretty sure you came up with those two scenarios back then too. I declined the second one because it didn't feel in-character for Team Galactic at all; I tried the first one but ultimately had to give up on it because fight scenes are massively hard to do well, especially something like this. Do you have any other ideas?

>>8800

I hear you. I mean, personally I never tire of hangings to begin with. Even a single story that might repeat itself is something I tend to love, mainly because I'm interested in the hanging, itself, and not the death, so the perfect hanging, to me, is one where I can enjoy the girl strangling and thrashing about effectively forever.

So, repetitive stories never bothered me in the least.

To each his own, though, so I totally get what you mean.

Oh, I know. If strangulation as a general matter is still free game, and it's just hanging you're a bit tired of at the moment, why not a nice, long strangling with a cord?

Maybe we could channel an old high-school fantasy of mine, wherein, generally, one girl would find herself intimately attracted to one of her classmates (these are all girls, of course; all the better for more crushed throats as far as I'm concerned), and she tells one of her teachers (the young, sort of mid-20's star of a Middle Schooler's wet dream) about how much she wants that classmate. She and the teacher would talk about how wonderful it would be to strangle the other girl and enjoy watching a cord dig into her throat (at least for me, there's a lot of a neck fetish fantasy associated with this).

The teacher suggests that the student should go ahead and strangle the other girl in class next chance she gets, so the girl agrees and waits until next class session to strangle the classmate with a cord pulled tightly around her throat.

The fantasy then focuses on watching the cord constrict the victim's throat while she fights to breathe, and while the teacher mocks and fondles the dying girl.

The focus on her neck and throat is mostly a personal touch, given my own sexual fetishes, but if it strikes your fancy to include that emphasis in description, that would be lovely.

>>8806
I see. In principle all kinds of asphyxiation are somewhat similar to write, but the way you described it, I think I might give this one a try. I need some more input, though; in particular the names and appearance of all three involved (hair/eye color and body shape), as well as any other relevant features. Also is the cord a rope or similar made from some kind of cloth, or one of those painfully thin nylon strings? Also any other relevant information/details you might have for me.

>>8808

The girl being strangled is named Misha, with light, brown hair, green eyes, a cute face, and a small frame, with a neck that shows a little bit of an Adams apple if she throws her head back.

The girl doing the strangling can be Alexa, somewhat taller, with an athletic build, dark brown hair, and brown eyes.

The teacher's name is Karen, roughly the same height as Alexa (ie, not super tall), skinny build, with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and glasses.

I'm thinking of a relatively thin cord, but nothing that's going to cut Misha at all. It just needs to be thick enough to spread out the pressure just a touch. (So, idk, a quarter inch thick rope, I suppose)

>>8800

Ah, that may be as I didn't check my previous message.

As for the second idea, well, it might be out of character, yes. Although I'm not entirely sure honestly. Essentially, the way I understand it, those organisation more often than not have the same goals, which are to get the strongest Pokemon and become the most powerful group. Did you watch the very first pokemon movie by any chance, with Mew and Mewtwo, which was based around Trainers and Pokemon being kidnapped on an island and their pokemon being cloned.

Essentially I was thinking something similar. Team Galactic kidnap pokemon to experiment/clone/brainwash, as well as the Trainers to have some sort of blackmail leverage against the pokemon if they disobey them. And by the time she confronts them, the evil organisation about finished their experiments and are finally ready to attack the top 4/pokemon league/other gym leaders and start their quest for world domination. And the execution thing would be more of a disturbing, public message to announce themselves to the world and let the people know they mean business. Sort of making an example of her so to speak.

As for the first idea, yes, that one I do remember, and it's still the same in essence I suppose. Though I remember you mentioned that the fighting itself scene was the main obstacle for writing it, hence it might be enough to scrap that fighting scene altogether and set in once the battle is either in its very final stage or already decided? That way you wouldn't have to touch on the fighting scene at all and could instead focus on the end?

However, yes, i do admit that I'm not sure if there are many other options besides those two. I mean, in a pokemon universe, if it's supposed to be a non-consensual snuff story, the only factions I can see doing that would either be an evil organisation, if we assume they are less cartoonish and more like a real-life, underground crime/mafia syndicate, or a trainer/criminal acting alone.

I suppose if we were to stick with a criminal acting on his own, rather than a fight, it could also be something like a home invasion instead, and catching her in her sleep for example?

Or something entirely different, like say, if we were to tweak the pokemon universe itself a bit. For example, imagine that a gym leader, once they receive a set number of defeats, say 15, is executed due to incompetence and replaced with another candidate. And she just suffered her last defeat and is due to be replaced?