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Took me long enough to finally get back to this.
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"A lifetime supply of 'Diana', you say?" I ask to confirm, comparing photo on the certificate with the woman standing on my doorstep.

"That's me!" Diana nods, shining a smile on me. "From now on, you are granted a complete ownership over my body, as well as lifetime subscription to Clone delivery service! Make a request on a hotline or email, and identical copy of me will arrive no later than three days!"

"Is that so? And I can do anything with you?"

"Yessir! My body is cultivated for one purpose -- to stay functional even under the most extreme abuse!" Diana explains with an eagerness of a fastfood mascot. "So don't hold back and have all the fun you want with me!"

Her fit and muscular body does look pretty sturdy, and barely noticable string of pussy juice oozing out as she speaks implies that she looks forward to testing it. On top of that, ample breasts, wide hips and cute freckly face balance things out, keeping her figure feminine and, in a weird way, gentle. One would expect way less from a raffle on a dubious website.

And this is why I wasn't quite convinced. Out of the blue, I get a lifetime subscription to a limitless supply of first class snuff models? It must be a prank of some kind.

"Alright. If you would really do anything I ask, then go ahead and stab yourself." I toss her a weighty, freshly sharpened kitchen knife. Any moment now, she will back out, reveal a camera hiding on the bush, and we will have a good laugh.

"With pleasure! Enjoy the show!"

Diana wasted no time and jabbed the knife right into her navel, piercing rock solid abs like butter with a soft pop. She frowns from pain for just a moment, yet keeps the smile on.
She didn't chicken out. She stabbed herself, just like I asked. And not just the tip - she burried almost whole length into her guts, all while pinching an erect nipple between her fingers.

"Should I do more?" She purrs, gently stroking her wounded stomach. Trail of blood ran down her belly and between her legs, mixing in with secretions of her rapidly growing arousal.

I realize that I made a mistake. A wise man would ask Diana about the clone delivery, about her skills as a snuff toy, or just take a hold of her and use as intended. Instead, I did an equivalent of bying a box of cereal and immediately gorging half of it dry.
But now that Diana has a gravely would in her stomach, there is only one proper thing left to do.

"No," I pull the knife out of her gut, opening up already bleeding wound. "I'll do it myself."

I shoved her into the living room and onto the couch. She let out a naughty giggle because she liked how crude and brutish I was; in actuality, I was in a rush to give her a good send off before she bleeds out. Her legs part, giving a way to her slit, craving for something to fill it. I take the invitation gladly and enter right in.

"Y-yes!" She yelps, arching her back. "Just like that! Don't go easy on me!"

Each thrust pushes out a bit more of blood from the wound, nearing not just her orgasm, but also her death.

I trail my finger across the relief of her abdomen and slip it into the would, thrusting into it like I would do pleasuring her private parts. Then, I dive into a hot and slippery mess inside and rip out a fistful of it. Prescious emerald eyes roll back into her skull. Pain, rapidly expanding from her stomach like a sinkhole, is only overshadowed by an inse pleasure born from it. With my final push, she managed to reach so desired release.

Still thrusting into her dying pussy, I use my only clean hand to awkwardly dile up a clone delivery number. Diana looks at me with a fading from blood loss smile, no doubt satisfied with her role as a replacable snuff toy.


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Name: Yukako
Age: 19
Character: clingy, playful, obsessively horny. Likes warmth of the living flesh.
Setting: some time ago you fucked and snuffes a girl in a casual hook up, not thinking much of it. Fast forward. You hear a doorbell in a middle of the night. She stands there, returned from the dead, and she demands continuation of her last night.