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On the fourth day, I entered the room, trailed by just one concubine, today. Yuzu squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away. By this point, I could tell that Yuzu’s willpower had been worn down to its last vestiges. Her legs were shaking, her body was quivering.

“If you don’t wish to see today’s festivities, I won’t force you. I just thought you might appreciate a familiar face,” I said. Before Yuzu could turn back around, I snatched a blindfold off the rack and tied up her eyes.

“Hey!”

“Now then.” I turned to today’s concubine. “Tell me how you wish to die.”

“I want you to pound my brains out while stab me to death,” she whined. “Punish me for betraying my people.”

At the sound of her voice, Yuzu’s head snapped in her direction. No, it couldn’t be…

I threw her to her knees, parted the treacherous concubine’s thighs, lined up my dick to her slit, and rammed into her from behind. Within moments, her ecstatic squeals filled the room. She writhed beneath my body weight as I pound her into the ground, a katana within arm’s reach for when the real fun was to begin.

“Is that you, Mika-sensei?” Yuzu shouted. “Sensei, help me!”

The concubine’s vagina tensed while I continued fucking her. A flitter of shame ran through her body, just barely enough to pierce through the veil of lust and remind her, momentarily, of the person she’d once been. “Y-Yuzu… I’m— A-aah!”

I grabbed Mika by the neck. Her skin, hot to the touch, tingled beneath my fingers. “You’re what? Tell her.”

Leaning to the side, I grabbed the katana and drove it through the back of Mika’s right hand. She gasped and squirmed, her mind struggling to make sense of the pain and the pleasure, the shame and the pleasure, her duty and the pleasure—

I pulled the katana’s handle like a lever, slicing her forearm and her muscle fibers. All at once, her arm strength failed, and her body lurched to the side. Her shoulder dove into the blade and let the cold, sweet steel kiss her skin, split it apart, and thrust directly through her bone— her arm hung only by the skin of her armpits.

For a kunoichi like her, she must’ve spent her whole life training her sword arm, and it was gone, just like that.

“Look at you. Your body knows you don’t need that.” I grabbed her shoulder and tore off her arm. The bloody katana, chipped and damaged from cutting through her bone, clattered to my side. “So tell her. Tell her what you are.”

“Yuzu, I’m… I’m the lord’s faithful concubine!”

“Don’t be so cocky.” I slapped her on the ass. “Try again.”

“I’ve become nothing more than a sextoy for the lord!”

I slapped her again. “Become?”

Gasping for air, desperately trying to form words as she bled out from her shoulder wound, as I rocked her body with crashing waves of pleasure, Mika swallowed. “I’m…” She lowered her head, as if looking away from her student would make the admission easier, but I grabbed her hair and yanked it backward. “I was always the lord’s toy! I just didn’t know it! I was born for this, born to die on his cock as his obedient little slut!”

Those words sent her over the edge and spiraling into the beginnings of her final orgasm. As she cried out, I grabbed the katana and drove it through her chest, through her right lung. In an instant, her screams became garbled— yet louder. As I continued drilling her pussy, as her body continued thrashing in the throes of climax, blood flowed out of the corners of her mouth, through her toothy, wanton, fuck-drunk grin.

“M-Mika…”

But Mika was too far gone to hear. She coughed, splattering blood across the floor and onto Yuzu’s feet and thighs. I pushed her closer, as Mika gasped and sucked in her final breaths. “Please! Kill me, my lord! Kill me, kill me, kill me!”

With a quick flash of steel, I sliced through Yuzu’s blindfold. A bead of blood rolled down her temple. “Take a good look,” I said. “Your sensei has a final lesson for you.”

Grabbing her by the neck, I pulled Mika to her feet and drove the the sword through her. Through the stomach, through the heart, through the neck. Her screams became gurgles and then became silent, signs of her final climax, a slutty, wide, fuck-drunk smile, frozen on her bruised and bloodied face.

I finished pumping my load into her and let go, carelessly letting Mika’s corpse fall to the side. From where she was tied up, Yuzu covered in her mentor’s blood splatter from head to toe, utterly transfixed by what she’d just seen.

“M-My lord…” she whispered. “I need it. I need you to do that to me.”

“You’ll tell me everything?”

She swallowed, and nodded. “Everything. I don’t care about anything else anymore.” Yuzu blinked, and a steady stream of tears rolled down her face. There was no denying it anymore. She and her sensei were truly cut from the same cloth.

“Hmph.” I pulled the katana out of Mika’s dead body and sliced through the ropes. “About time.”

I pinned her to the ground with my body weight, rubbing my cockhead up and down her dripping slit. She whined, trying to shift her hips to impale herself on my dick, but I held firm.

“Let me tell you a secret.” My face was just centimeters from hers. “I knew everything about you from the beginning.”

Yuzu’s eyes widened. “You mean…”

“You and your sensei were the last ones to get caught. I suppose I ought to give you some credit for lasting this long. You really were the best they had to offer.”

Her breasts rose and fell, heaving with her breaths. “Why… why did you make me do this?”

“I wanted you to know what you really were.” And with that, I thrust into her womb.

For a moment, Yuzu didn’t react in the slightest. She just stared up at me, her face a blank mask of shame and despair. And then, she began to giggle and laugh. With each wave of pleasure that tore through her womb, Yuzu let out delighted, affectionate screams. She managed to wrench out her arms from my grasp and wrap them around my shoulders, pulling me in for a greedy, messy kiss.

As I thrust into her, she matched my pace with her hips, pushing against the bloody floorboards to ride my cock. It wasn’t long before I filled her to the brim with my hot semen. Adorable, breathless gasps and elated moans flowed through her lips; she broke the kiss and threw her head back. Yuzu came, over and over, and let the climaxes wash over her without a care in the world.

I saw the look in her eyes. There was nothing left but hot, passionate affection. When she came down from her first orgasmic high, Yuzu sat up and pressed her body against mine, rested her forehead against mine.

“How do you wish to die?”

“A fucktoy doesn’t need a brain. And it’s not like there’s anything worth keeping in there,” Yuzu purred. With a giggle, she rocked back and gazed lovingly at the katana, still embedded in her former mentor’s neck. “Cut a hole in my skull and put it to better use, my lord.”

“An excellent suggestion.”

I exited her cunt, my load dropping from her slit, and retrieved my sword. As I readied the tip and rested it against her forehead, Yuzu dutifully parted her bangs.

“Any last words?”

“Please enjoy.”

And with that, I pierced the bone with my blade, carefully sawing a circular hole through her skull, and yanked it loose. Throughout the process, Yuzu squeezed her eyes shut as the blood trickled down the center, flowing between her eyes and past her nose, as she masturbated furiously with one hand and scooped out my cum with the other, licking her fingers clean.

I lined up my cockhead against the soft meat and claimed it with a violent thrust. Yuzu gasped. Blood and gore splashed out of her skull in a pink mist as I pulled back from my initial thrust. I looked down at her. Her fingers were still furiously rubbing her vagina, perhaps even faster than before. I thrust again, reducing even more of her brain to a bloody paste. Her skull welcomed my cock, each part of her brain pulsing and playing with my dick like an eager pussy until I reduced it to a meat goo.

Yuzu’s body began spasming. Her final orgasmic moans were just incoherent babble, now, as I continued to thrust and thrust and thrust. I felt myself get closer— the hot, runny flesh of her brain licked my shaft, wrapping and sucking it.

That brought me over the edge. I impaled her skull one final time, burning through the last remnants of her conscious mind with my hot cum. As my climax subsided, I thrust her head a few more times, her slopping brain all too happy to milk out my cock. I pulled out of Yuzu’s corpse and let her fall to the ground.

Her tongue drooped out of her open, smiling mouth. Yuzu’s eyes were glazed over, but still full of postmortem excitement, as blood and cum and gore burst through the corners of her eyeballs and ran down her face. Before, she was a whore with cum-for-brains. The only thing that had changed was that it was considerably more literal, now.

I picked her head back up, opened her mouth, and pushed my dick through her licks, cleaning off her blood with her tongue. Of all the concubines I’d snuffed over the years, Yuzu had easily been one of the most satisfying of the bunch. Indeed, she really was the best her people had to offer. And I wasn’t satisfied with just two rounds from her.


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I really liked this prompt, as you can probably tell. I also really got carried away, as you can probably also tell. Initially, the story was supposed to begin and end with that first scene where Yuzu was discovered, but then, I got the idea of delaying her snuff in exchange for information, and parading a whole array of snuffs in front of her as torment. Then, I thought, ‘what if one of the concubines is one of her comrades?’

The end result is what you see here. In any case, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Name: Carina
Age: 19
Traits: Athletic, dextrous, devoted.
Setting: Carina is a young woman who has given her life to dance. After falling deeply in love with you, however, she’s decided she also wants to give her life to you, and has decided to combine her two passions. She invites you to a private recital and give you a sensual snuff dance that you’ll never forget.