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K/V: Victim
Name: Claire
Age: 19
Sex: F
Characteristics: Medium-length chestnut brown hair, 5'2" height, thin and wearing brown knee high boots with a white skirt and sky blue top.
Scene: Reading medical books in her dorm room




I remembered I have to go into the woods and hunt for some food today. I hate hunting, especially because I love animals so much, but I do need to eat if I wish to survive...And the majority of the plants here are poisonous.

I immediately departed into the woods, in hopes of some food for tonight.

"I can't believe how long it's been....Am I ever going to find anything I can
capture and eat...? It seems like it's been hours since I've been out here."

I take a seat near a tree, exhausted and wanting to take a nap. As I start to drift off into my dreams, I hear a very wet and rapid sound.

"It sounds like someone is masturbating..." I think to myself. "But who would do that out here? Although... I have to admit, that does sound pretty nice right about now."

My curiousity gets the best of me, and I start looking around for where the noise is coming from. Not far from me, I notice an elf pleasuring herself and clearly trying very hard not to moan.

"That poor girl is in danger! What is she doing out here? Especially while doing THAT!"

Then it dawns on me. If I can kill her, then the King will know I'm loyal and I'll never have to worry about dying other than from old age.

"Though...can I really do it? I've killed animals before so that I can eat and survive, so this is no different, right?" Trying to justify what I'm about to do.

Hesitant, I notice that she's wearing an adorable pair of white flats that even have some ribbons laced on top. They remind me of the ones my best friend used to wear all the time. The ones she wore when I had to helplessly watch her drown, since I'm unable to swim.

Suddenly, I had the urge to kill her. I've never had an urge like this before, but the thought of her dying sounded so pleasant. I remembered how wet I got when I watched my friend die, and I wanted to relive that day by killing this helpless elf. At this point, it doesn't make any sense to let her live. I win in three ways. Not only will my king know how loyal I am, I'll also get that huge bounty which means I might never have to hunt again. I might never have to hurt those animals again. I hate seeing them die, but seeing her die sounds fun! I'm just glad she hasn't spotted me yet. But how am I going to kill her?

I start to plan how I want her to die...My adrenaline starts kicking in more than I've ever known it to, and my lust for her blood deepens. Finally, I realize I can make use of the ribbon hanging around her neck. I sneak up behind the tree that she is leaning on as she pleases herself and I pull her ribbon and tie it around the tree as hard as I can.

I notice her start to clench at the ribbon, trying to pull it away from me as her eyes widen in horror and her feet kick aimlessly. I never know how rewarding it is watching someone in terror and fear for their life, as you dangle it front of them like a carrot in front of a hungry rabbit. She was my prey now, and I was determined to see the life fade from her eyes.

"Crap! I forgot to ask her name. I really want to be able to tell the king what the name of the whore is that I've brought for him." I thought

I let the ribbon loose for just a moment, and told her:

"If you tell me your name...I'll let you live."

The elf gasped with a sigh of relief amd a gleam of hope in her eyes "L-Lyria! My name is Lyria!"

"Sweetdreams, Lyria. Rest in peace." I told her as I began to tighten the ribbon again.

Lyria started to struggle again, kicking and flailing about - gasping for what little air she could get down her throat - until she finally went limp and died as her hands dropped to the ground and her feet became motionless. I went to check her pulse just to make sure she was dead, and was pleased with what I found, as I felt absolutely no pulse at all. I gave her eyes a kiss as they stared into nothingness and began to glaze over.

"It's a shame though, she didn't get to orgasm before she died. I should be nice and see if her body is still working enough to let her cum one last time, even if she won't be able to enjoy it. Infact, that makes it all the more fun to me. Knowing she won't be able to enjoy the state of ecstacy that follows an orgasm." I thought to myself.


I began to finger Lyria and massage her clit simultaneously, and before I kneww it I felt her vagina pulsate against my fingers. Just as I had thought, even though she was dead, her body was still functioning enough to have one final orgasm. Lyria's body spasmed as a result of the pleasure she was unable to experience.


I wanted to play with her some more, but I heard my stomach rumble a bit and remembered how hungry I was. I decided it would be best to take her back to the king now, but real fast I wanted to see if her shoes would fit me because I desperately wanted to steal them off of her lifeless, unresisting, and soon to be cold feet.

I pulled her limp foot next to mine to compare sizes, and it looked as though we matched perfectly. I was very excited to take them off of her as soon as i got back.

I started to drag her along by her ribbon necklace, but thankfully before she was able to get too dirty a nobleman had come riding on his horse.

"Did you kill that elf, girly?" the man asked me.

"I did!!!" I gleefully replied.

"How about I give you and that lousey thing's corpse a ride to the king? He will be very pleased with your work."

The nobleman took Lyria's corpse and draped her over the horse, and then welcomed me on. With each step the horse took, Lyria's limp body moved and jerked all about, her lips parted, and her eyes stared wide in horror.

"I'm sorry that it's a bit cramped, and that we have this disgusting elf's carcass with us, but the king will be ecstatic when he finds out." the nobleman told me.

After what felt like an eternity, we arrived at the castle and the nobleman carried Lyria's mostly naked body to the king, her feet dangling in her flats, and her neck and head leaning over the side of nobleman's arm, still with the deathstare on her face.

"Well done!!!" The king told me. "As promised, I have quite the reward for you. You will be given the bounty in full, and because you're the first to bring an elf's corpse to me, I'll even let you decide what happens to this thing's wretched body."

I had just the thing in mind.

"Um, I'd love if I could perform an autopsy on her...and then to keep her in my house? If that'd be okay...And, I know I might be over extending my invitation... but could I possibly keep her clothes?" I asked

"Ha! What clothes are you speaking of? She barely has anything on!" The king chuckled. "And you are not extending any invitation, do not worry. You have rid this forest, and this world of one less disgusting creature. You have every right to ask these things! You are welcome to the little clothes she has on. I do apologize, however, as I need to do one thing with her before I give you reign of her. But, after that you are welcome to perform an autopsy on her and keep her wherever you so desire. If you care to stay and watch, I will be done with her shortly."

The king pulled Lyria away and openned her mouth very wide, and began to give himself a blowjob using her cold head, as it stared into his crotch. He was rock solid and trembled, falling to his knees as he came inside of her mouth, cum dripping from her lips.

"I apologize" said the king, "a subject should never have to see her king on his knees. However, I am done with this creature, so are free to do with her what you will. If you wish, you may use the medical facilities here to perform the autopsy before you take her home."

"Thank you very much, your majesty!" I said as I bowed and eagerly dragged Lyria to the morgue inside of the castle.

I managed to lift her onto the table, which had a drain for any blood. I immediately untied the ribbons of her ballet flat shoes, and slipped them off her feet, as they jiggled around lifelessly. I slipped off my boots and slipped into her flats and tied up the ribbons, and marveled in how adorable I looked in my prey's attire. Her feet looked too barren now though, so I found some toetags lying around in the morgue and filled it out with what information I knew.



Name: Lyria
Race: Elf Sex: F Age: Appears to be in her 20s
Cause of Death: Asphyxiation
Place of Death: Forest
Comments: A slutty elf who deserved to die, and makes a much better corpse than breathing any of this planet's air.



I put the tag on the large toe of her right foot, and as I was about to cut into her I felt myself get wet again. I couldn't help but hop onto the table with her and play with her limp, unresisting, lifeless and cold body. I watched as I could control her head by just putting barely any force against it with even my pinky finger, and would lift her hands up and drop them over and over again. I snapped each of her finger's just to hear the sound of them breaking, and took those broken fingers and used them to please myself. As I came on her dilapidated fingers, I pulled her up towards me using the ribbon still around her neck - the one I had strangled her with. As she came to me without question, I kissed her now blue lips, although I got no return of affection from them, as she still stared helplessly and unblinking.

Finally, since I had calmed down, I got to work on her and dissected her, her body making slight movements and jerks everytime I cut into one of her organs. I made incisions in some of her major arteries and veins and drained her of all of her blood, and filled her instead with another fluid that was laying around, which gave her a small blue tint to her already pale and cold skin. I stitched her back up and took her home, placing her in my freezer - where I used to keep all of my game before I got the huge bounty placed on her head.

Now, every night I put on the flats that I stole from her corpse, take her out of my freezer, and use her body to help me orgasm so that I can sleep better. Sometimes I use her broken fingers, sometimes I'll even work with her toes, and other times I get off just by fingering her body and remembering her pathetic attempt at surviving. She still wears her toe tag and her ribbon scarf, and spends the majority of her time staring aimlessly into my freezer, her eyes glazing over more and more with each passing day.