Name: Asuka
Age: 18
Sex: (f) futa
Description: dark skinned, long blonde hair
Name: Sayaka
Age: 18
Sex: (f) futa
Description: light skinned, brown hair in a pony tail

Scenario: Each year, a small theocracatic nation in the desert regions chooses two futa girls to sacrifice in a ritual. Asuka and Sayaka, two lovers, choose to volunteer themselves.


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"Master, kill me".
Marcus looked up from his book and saw Aori standing in front of him, completely nude. "Why?", he asked. He already knew why. Aori had been acting listless all week. She had complained to the other girls about her intense boredom during that time, and Marcus knew she wanted to be snuffed. But he asked anyway. It was always good to listen to your house slaves, his father had taught him that.

"I don't want to spend the rest of my life locked up in this house, master", Aori continued. "So please, kill me". Marcus nodded understandingly, put down his book and motioned to Aori to follow him as he walked out to the backyard.

"Is there any way you want to go?" Aori placed one slender finger on her chin, her brows furrowing. "Quick and painless" she said after a few seconds of deliberation. Marcus nodded again and reached into his back pocket. "My commemorative energy combat blade", he explained to Aori as he fiddled with the settings. He finally switched it to "max energy output", and the knife hummed to life.

The sun was beaming down from a cloudless sky as the pair walked outside. A couple of house girls were trimming the lawn. Aori waved to them, and they waved back, their faces curious.

"Be a dear and get on your knees", Marcus asked Aori. The slavegirl obliged, and Marcus gently cupped his left hand around her cheek and mouth. With a deliberate jab, he slid the energy blade into her neck. She inhaled sharply, her eyes wide in shock. Marcus slowly dragged the blade around, opening a large gash. Blood sprayed out, coating the freshly trimmed grass. Aori gurgled in pain, tears flowing down her face. Marcus kept her head up, letting gravity drain her head of blood. After a minute, the girl sighed and went limp. The old man relaxed his grip, letting the girl crumple to the ground.