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To me, my roommate was a bundle of contradictions. Miki was a shy nerd who rarely spoke to strangers, she was a foul-mouthed gaming streamer who went live to hundreds of thousands of viewers. On the rare occasions she left the apartment, it was always in an oversized zipper hoodie that went down to her knees, making her look somewhere between a ninja and an emo bedsheet ghost. But when the cameras were on, that same hoodie had a pair of cat-ear flaps popped out, and was zipped all the way down, to reveal she was wearing nothing at all, save a trio of bandages over her nipples and slit to remain within the streaming site’s terms-of-service by technicality.

Miki hated to be looked at. Miki was an OnlyFans model. How she reconciled that duality, I never knew.

To be honest, she and I didn’t really understand each other. There was the age gap, of course. She was a college student, and I’d been out of university for more than a few years by this point. With almost a decade between us, I was no longer ‘hip to the jive.’ We didn’t share many hobbies, either. I was always more of a gym nut than a gamer, and even then, I couldn’t really wrap my head around the concept of streaming. When I did pick up a controller, I always found it far more interesting to play than watch.

So then… why were we living together? I suppose you could call it a sort of inertia. As next-door-neighbors, I’d been looking out for her ever since she was a little kid. I always felt a sense of responsibility to get her out of her shell, though all that seems to have really done is made me one of the few people she was willing to talk to, in real life. When she found out I was living within driving distance of her college, and that I was looking for someone to split rent with, she jumped at the chance.

Oh, but, speaking of rent.

I ascended the staircase and rapped on her bedroom door. On the other side, Miki was howling into her mic with exaggerated gasps and erotic moans. This had, apparently, become something of a recurring show on her stream. After being tricked by one of her viewers into browsing some… prurient materials while on air, Miki had decided to embrace it, inviting her loyal followers to send her the nastiest porn they could find. Eventually, it became a game of one upmanship, sending in more and more extreme fetish content. And Miki would, in turn, “enjoy” it for them to see. Loudly.

And so, with more than a few noise complaints, the landlord had threatened to raise our rent if nothing was done. And while I told her several times to keep it down, the message never seemed to stick.

After knocking on her door a few times with no response, I decided I’d had enough. “Miki, I’m opening this door!”

I was greeted with a moan as my reply. Whatever. I put on a face mask to protect my identity and turned the knob. To my surprise, Miki hadn’t locked it.

‘the roommate arrives!!’

‘real gigachad hours’

‘need correction 💢💢 need correction 💢💢 need correction 💢💢’

She was in the middle of a stream, I expected. What I didn’t expect, though, was how much the chat exploded at my entry. I turned from one monitor to the other. Yup, some kind of porn, then, without looking too closely, at Miki. Red-faced, fingers still in her slit, rubbing out one. Her perky chest rose and fell with the heaving of her breath. As per usual, her zipper hoodie was wide open, naked for the whole world, and me, to see. Beads of salty sweat trailed down her silky white skin. As she came, her whole body shuddered. Lines of squirt hit her monitor dead center and dribbled down the screen.

Then, and only then, did I get a good look at what she was video of some lady getting railed in some stockings. A headless lady, because moments before Miki came, it seemed a guillotine had come crashing down and lopped off her head. I only realized because I noticed it rolling around on the ground.

What the fuck were these people sending Miki? And, what the hell was she jilling off to?

Finally, Miki rolled her head back and noticed I was there. “Evan? What are you doing here?”

“U-Um, just to tell you to keep it down. The neighbors are gonna complain again.” I averted my eyes from the screen and started making my way to the door, though I stumbled over a stray cord. I felt her hand grab my sleeve with surprising strength.

“You saw, didn’t you?” Miki giggled. Her voice was a slow, sultry drawl. “Oh I bet you saw. You’re so red right now, Evan. Heh. Heh heh heh.”

“I didn’t see anything. Now, let me go. I, uh, need to start preparing dinner.” I glanced at the clock in her room. It was barely afternoon.

But she didn’t comply. “Chat, what do you think should happen to a bad girl like me? Making the neighbors all upset?”

I couldn’t resist the temptation to look back. Honestly, this wasn’t my first time seeing her stark naked, but I’d always told myself to keep it together. But… I was curious. At her, at what her chat was saying, and, at the other monitor…

‘Impromptu roomie collab!’

‘CORRECTION CORRECTION CORRECTION

‘punishment time!!’

Miki leaned towards the camera and cooed, “Ooh, I like how you think.” She kicked her gaming chair into a spin and pulled herself towards me. With her head tilted back, Miki looked up at me with sparkling, pleading eyes. “So, what do you think? Will you punish me, roomie?”

I didn’t know what to say. Frankly, this all was just another chapter in ‘things I don’t understand about Miki.’ The sensation of Miki rubbing her palm against my trousers brought me back to reality.

“You’re so hard. You know you want to,” she whispered. Miki reached behind her and patted around her desk for something, before finding it, and placing it in my hand. It was a bit heavy in my hand, but the way its weight was distributed in the front was familiar.

“So that’s where my cleaver went,” I muttered. “Did you steal it?”

She guided the blade to her neck, sparing a glance back at her camera to make sure it was all on stream. When she looked back at me, there was a wide, shameless grin on her face. At that moment, I realized I truly didn’t understand her after all. The person she was offline, the shy, innocent kid I’d taken care of all these years, was probably just a facade. This was the real her, the real, naked truth.

All this time, could I honestly say I’d really tried to bridge the growing gap between us? Probably not. But this seemed like a good time to start.

I lowered the cleaver. For a split second, Miki was crestfallen. Her true self melted away and the shy girl resurfaced. But, I spun her chair to face her towards the computer, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked her to her feet. She let out a yelp, surprised but delighted. On one of her monitors, I could see what the camera was seeing: her exposed body, her dripping slit, the lower half of her blushing face. The chat messages were flying up the page, too fast for me to read, but I couldn’t care less what any of them thought about us.

This was between me and her.

With her hair still in my hand, I pulled the back of her skull so very close to me, my lips so very close to her ear, and growled, “So you want to be punished, huh?”

Miki craned her neck and rolled her eyes back as far as they could go to stare up at me.

“Yes,” she mewled.

“Do you know how much shit I’ve gotten from the landlord over the noise complaints you cause?”

“No.”

“Then, maybe I should teach you. And shut you up for good.”

She was mid-gasp when I released her hair and shoved her body to the table. The force sent a bunch of merch and streaming paraphernalia clattering to the floor. And then, I practically tore her thighs apart, shoved down my trousers, and speared her with my dick.

A lovely, vibrato moan echoed from the back of her throat. “Fuck… fuck, yes…”

A trail of blood and squirt oozed out of her pussy. For a moment, I wanted to savor the sensation of being inside her, of having closed the distance between us for the first time in forever. Her inner folds seemed to dance and tingle with anticipation as I stood there, until, without warning, I began to fuck the daylights out of her.

With each thrust, horny little cries escaped her lips. I pinned her to the table by her neck, using it for leverage as I ravaged her. She writhed and moaned beneath my weight, but made no attempt to escape.

Between breaths, Miki managed to shout, “Just like that! Your cock feels so good!”

To which, I let go of her neck and slapped her ass. The deafening crack echoed around the room, despite the acoustic padding. And then it was back to strangling her. Clearly, I wasn’t doing good enough of a job if she was able to speak. I shifted my weight back, pulling her spine into an arc and lifting her tits off the table. Though I couldn’t see her face directly, the monitor confirmed that she was enjoying it. That slutty smile, that blushing red face in the first stages of asphyxiation, told me everything I needed to know. In this position, I fucked her right up against the monitors.

Miki’s hands raised to her neck instinctively. However, after a moment, she made no attempt to pry my fingers from her. Instead, she pinched her nipples and caressed my hands. And when I pounded her back into the table, I could see her hazy eyes reflected on the camera’s self-view. Tears gathered and began streaking down the sides of her cheeks, from the burning pain of suffocation. A few slams later, her mouth fell open, and let her tongue droop from the side.

As the feverish lust built up in my lower half, I felt my first orgasm rapidly approaching. Miki’s was too, if the rapidly ascending pitch of her muffled squeals was any indication. With a few more thrusts, I buried myself balls-deep in her ever-inviting slit and filled her cunt to the brim with white-hot cum.

I held her in place by the neck for a few more seconds, before releasing my grip. Miki fell back on the desk, out of view from the camera. All her audience could see was the top of her head, the outline of her ass, and my bare torso. I spared a moment to check the chat. It was flooded with questions on whether or not she was still alive. From the twitching of her pussy as it refused to let go, I knew she had more life in her to give.

As if on cue, Miki went into a fit of coughing, gasping, and heaving for air. She rolled onto her back as her chest rose and fell, letting her nipples poke up and down into the camera’s view. Red bruise lines had already begun to form around her neck. When Miki regained her bearings, she looked up at me. At first, she seemed a bit disappointed she hadn’t been snuffed, but then, when I picked up my stolen cleaver, she gazed upon me with nothing but lust and gratitude, that she’d get to go out with her preferred method. Her hand reached up and adjusted the camera down, so her viewers would get a clear shot at her whole body from above, front row seats to her final moments.

I held the flat of the blade to her mouth. “Worship it, slut.”

Trembling fingers caressed the cleaver, bringing it to her lips for a series of tender kisses. The first few were accompanied with an insincere, hungry stare at me, begging for me to continue. But seeing that I wouldn’t until she meant it, Miki got into it, making out with the cleaver that would soon kiss her neck.

I began to move my hips again, slower this time. My cock had never left her cunt, and seeing her eagerness got me ready to go again. And frankly, though I surprised myself with how brutal I was being, seeing her bright, earnest smile (as slutty as that smile was) reminded me why I’d looked after Miki for so long.

In the end, I wanted her to be happy. Whatever form that happiness took.

Without warning, I picked up the pace, fucking her with the intent of completely running her through with my dick. Miki howled with delight, far louder than she ever had. I raised the cleaver above her neck, just a bit, and held it there, letting her cross-eyed stare settle on the gleam of the edge.

“Yes! Yes, please! Give it to me!” She thrashed on my cock, a lustful frenzy as she overtook my movements from beneath me. Miki knew it was her last dance, her last show, her last fuck. In the end, there was only one audience member whose attention mattered: the one holding the knife.

I lowered it, slowly, to line my slice and aim it properly. Miki let out an audible gasp, raising her chin and tilting her head back to widen her strike zone. But even so, it’s not an easy cut, not with how hard I’m railing her cunt. And so I raise it again.

“Please! Please! Please!”

I could feel a familiar pressure building between us. Her creamy thighs clutched my waist, her legs wrapping clinging to my torso and slowing our bodies. Before I realized it, her spasming pussy had milked another load. Miki looked up at me with those baby-blue eyes, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still.

She had moved her hair out of the way. The skin of her bare neck was so pure and smooth, so inviting. Her beautiful chest rose and fell, her body trembled with anticipation. Her cheeks and lips flushed with erotic delight.

“Please.”

And at that moment, I understood her. I understood why she was into this. I brought the cleaver down with all of my strength. A sound like a gunshot. Steel hit wood like her neck wasn’t even there. The force of the blow sent Miki’s head rolling up the desk, slamming against her monitors. A spray of blood doused her camera and computer equipment. Her body twitched against mine, but her limbs fell limp, fully spent from her final orgasm. I held her hips and used her dying pussy to squeeze out the rest of my second shot, until I’m satisfied and pulled out. Her body fell back on the table, cum and squirt oozing from her lower lips, blood oozing from where her upper lips used to be.

I let out a breath. And then, I looked back at the bloodied computer monitor. The stream had been going, and it had been going nuts.

As I adjusted the camera back on me, I locked with Miki’s decapitated head and her glassy, satisfied stare. I felt my cock begin to stiffen again. At this point, though, I knew what Miki would’ve wanted. I took her head, spun her around to face her audience, and impaled her neck stump on my shaft, until the tip of my dick was poking through her slack lips.

And as I used her head to jack myself off, I located her microphone, long-since knocked over and abandoned on the floor somewhere.

With the rent sure to rise after this, maybe it’s in my own best interest to keep this thing going. I’m sure Miki would’ve wanted that, too. So, I raised the mic to my lips, and asked, “So, can anybody recommend a good dollification service?”

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Happy new year, y'all, and happy anniversary to this thread. I can't believe it's been two years since y'all got me to start writing guro.

Name: Morgan
Age: Ageless
Character: A succubus who likes to be in control. Usually flirty and domineering, to you, she’s cold and standoffish, but can’t hide her arousal.
Setting: As a demon hunter, you’ve been hunting Morgan a very, very long time. Now that you’ve captured her, it’s time to exorcise her, the fun way. Your bodily fluids are like a sweet poison to her.