"I want to try. Film it," she breathes, the words barely audible. "I want... I want to see. I want to remember." She holds her phone out to you, a sacred offering. "Can you... set it up? For me?"

You take the phone from her fingers. It's still warm from her grip. You walk to the tripod, mount it securely, and angle it to frame the lit area perfectly. You start the recording. A small red light glows in the corner of the room—a silent witness.

You turn back to her. She hasn't moved. She's watching you, her arms wrapped around herself.

"Now," you say, walking back to her. "The rules. You don't touch the tools unlessyou beg for one. You don't leave the light. You can beg, you can scream, you can cry, you can tell me to stop. But you don't call the police after you leave, if you don't fall today. This is what you came for. This is the story you want to be in."

She nods, a sharp, definitive jerk of her chin. "Okay."
"Strip," you command, your voice leaving no room for debate.

Marin's eyes widen for a fraction of a second, then glaze over with a kind of resigned determination. Her fingers, clumsy with nerves, go to the buttons of her jacket. She shrugs it off, letting it fall to the blood-spattered floor. Her shirt follows, then her jeans, her socks, until she's standing naked in the circle of light, pale and shivering. Her body is slender, almost frail-looking, but there's a tension in her that speaks of a wiry strength. She keeps her arms crossed over her chest, a last, futile gesture of modesty.


Comment too long, view post No.7714 to see the full comment.

You plow her, each push an encouragement, a promise. You see her face transform—the concentration, the sensation, the internal battle. Her hands tremble on the rope. She looks at the ceiling, then your eyes, seeking a permission, a confirmation.

You adjust your angle. This makes her scream, a sharp and broken sound. Her eyes close with pleasure, then reopen, determined. It’s the moment. She feels it.

With a sob that is half ecstasy, half farewell, she pulls on the ropes with all her strength.

The noose instantly tightens, crushing her trachea. Her scream is cut off sharp, transformed into a choked gurgling. Her eyes widen, not from fear now, but from a stunned realization. *She did it. * She flipped off her own switch. She is going to die, and she does not fear.

You redouble your efforts, your hip strokes becoming frantic, feeling her body contract wildly around yours, as her brain struggles with the lack of oxygen. Her hands, always tightened on the rope, do not release. She continues to pull, actively choking herself, her fingers white of effort, participating in her own destruction with fierce will.

This is the most erotic show you have ever seen. Her face turns purple, her veins protrude from her forehead, but her eyes are riveted to yours, shining with a mad love and gratitude. She offers you every second of her agony, every spasm, every contraction of her dying sex around you. She takes every seconds of pleasure and ecxtasy.

You feel your own orgasm rise, a tsunami nourished by this macabre sovereignty. You growl, your hands sinking into her hips, and you explode in her at the very moment when her hands, finally, release the rope. Her body has one last violent start, then collapses, completely soft, completely empty.

Comment too long, view post No.7715 to see the full comment.

The story was hot, but that prompt is honestly not very useful. I'll just point out that male prompts sometimes keep lying around for ages cause the demographic here seems to overall prefer females.>>7713

Here's a couple for y'all.

Names: Minerva, but likes to be called Mimi (l), Alexander/Alex (r)
Age: Mimi: 20; Alex: 16 (if you want you can make him 18 and just a bit short/scrawny)
Traits: Mimi: Acts gentle, sisterly and soft-spoken, but has a *very* kinky hidden side. Alex: Kind and somewhat naive, he's eager to please and always goes along with Mimi's ideas.
Premise: The two siblings are in an incestuous relationship since Mimi took Alex' virginity for his 15th birthday. However recently, they've been found out by their parents (or so Mimi says), and it's only a matter of time before their lives are ruined from the fallout, so the only option is to fuck one last time and then die (she claims).
Scenario: To avoid a messy suicide and needless pain for her brother, Mimi turns to you(any gender), asking you to snuff them both. She's not too picky about the specifics, as long as Alex gets to cum inside her one last time; beyond that you're fully invited to either watch or take part in their last time, however you want.

Name: Jade Sanchez
Age: 24
Traits: depressed, prone to lust

The Ultimate girlfailure’s dream, to one day meet the man of her dreams. In this case, Jade finds one on the dark net asking to do her the honors of stringing her by the neck. So long as she’s still worth something once turned into a preserved sex toy for her killer.

Name: Matthew
Age: 15
Sex: M
Description: see image
Scenario: Gameshow called "Dash or Die!" using juvenile convicts where said convicts have a chance at winning their freedom by running a deadly obstacle course.

>>4719
Sayaka tenderly caressed Asuka's engorged penis. She looked up at her girlfriend, suspended from a noose, her normally bright face contorted in agony. "It'll be alright, Asuka. I'm coming soon", Sayaka whispered as she fingered the detonation necklace that had been locked around her slender neck.

Asuka shivered, her tied together arms and legs straining in a last desperate ploy to break free. The dark skinned beauty gurgled her last breath and went still. Despite her previous willingness, Sayaka felt a twinge of fear flutter through her heart.

She exhaled, then gathered up her courage and pressed the detonation button on the necklace. The shaped plastic explosive charge ignited, blowing Sayaka's head apart while leaving her shapely young body untouched. Sayaka's headless corpse twitched, then crumpled to the ground. Blood pooled around the ragged stump of neck where her head used to be.

Name: Clarissa
Age: 23
Sex: F
Description: See pic
Scenario: Her twin sister requires a heart transplant, and Clarissa is the only one with a compatible blood type in the area.

>>4760
Matthew grinned as he spotted the exit. It was at the end of a long, narrow corridor, with lights pulsating along the walls. The finish, and his freedom were so close he could taste it. The boy took a step forward, unknowingly activating the very last trap of the gameshow. At the far end of the corridor, a military grade laser point defence system activated. The optical head swiveled on its gymbal, acquiring the heat signature and IFF implanted in the contestants spinal column. Within a half second, it carried out a preprogrammed series of moves, slashing its beam across the boy's neck, neatly beheading him in a single strike. The head tumbled off Matthews neck and rolled forward, as his body crumpled lifelessly to the floor, steam rising from the cauterized neckstump.

Cab we get this rolling again? I really liked this thread

Can't think of a good continuation from last post, and it's been over 2 months, so can we start over?

Michelle Birch (middle) is looking for her missing sister. She and her friends end up being scouted for some "show" called Cum Bunny. Michelle doesn't know anything about it other than Linda mentioned it, so she and her friends sign up.

Refer to previous posts to know what cum bunny is.
>>4705
>>4707

Other girls in pic are Alice (far left) Mei Lin (centre left) Alana (centre right) Kate (far right)

You can choose for there to be a killer or booby trapped building or a bit of both to have them taken out. If you want to write a winner who doesn't die, that's fine but at least 3 must die, who that is is up to you

Name: Clare
Age: 23
Appearance: pic
Scenario: in order to get revenge on the minister who had her fiance killed, Clare has summoned a demon with a ritual only witches like her can perform.
She knows that the price for brutal revenge is her own life and she's willing to throw in her body as a bonus to the demon as an extra to make sure her target suffers more.

Name: Freya
Sex: F
Age: Mid-to-late 30s
Personality: A proud warrior and even even prouder mother, selfless.
Consent: Not actually, but she'll readily agree to both sex and death for the sake of her children.
Scenario: While most of her village was out raiding, a retaliatory campaign caught the women and children almost defenceless, killing everyone that tried to resist and capturing the rest. Freya is fully willing to offer up her body or even her life in order to ensure the safety of her children.

>>7144
I'm not judging his fetishes, I'm judging him for never actually contributing a story, yet still having the time to dump like 8 requests every month on the clock.

>>7147

Aren't you the same anon who complained about Loli shota stuff?

Also the previous >>7034 was submitted by me

There's also an entire thread (Snuffed!) that no one is posting to.

Name: Bridget
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male (?)
Description: Photo
Crime: Being born as part of same gender twins
Scenario: in his home village twins of the same gender are considered a curse. His home village decides to execute Bridget to try to appease their gods

(Bumping to try to bring life to this thread)

Name: Dr. Tanya Miller
Age: 34
Sex: F
Crime: Underage rape, gross medical misconduct
The successful pediatrician had been seducing/raping her patients (girls too but preferably boys; anything from fondling to full-on sex) under the guise of 'exams' for years before finally being walked in on by a parent; after the first reveal, a whole torrent of allegations and evidence came up, leaving her guilt without question.
Scenario: Optional: Have her raped/humiliated and/or her huge tits (her favourite 'asset') ruined/removed, maybe even at the hands of (some of) her former victim(s)

Name: Isabelle
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Description: picture
Crime: Sleeping on the job
Setting: The mayor/executioner has a footfetish and wants to hire a new secretary but first must find an excuse to snuff Isabelle so put "Sleeping on the job" as an execution able offense and doubled her hours

>>6512

—

Robert loved exploring old abandoned places since childhood and he couldn't have asked for a better fate than to end up in love with a woman who shared that very passion. As if Catheryne's love for exploring wasn't a sweet enough deal, she spent a great deal of that time naked while he took photos of her.

Today it was a subway station. Catheryne came in dressed as a cop and ditched most of the uniform not long after they descended the stairs. Her perky ass bounced through the empty subway, the paint already starting to peel after only three years.

"Quit staring at my ass," she said with a giggle and whirled around. She jiggled her plump tits and thrust out her pussy, the dark patch of fuzz bristling in the cold air. "Look at my tits instead."

"I most certainly will," Robert replied as he snapped a photo. "But I and your loyal fans wouldn't mind a little ass at some point."

"You can after you enjoy my tits."

Comment too long, view post No.6550 to see the full comment.

>>6550
The school is in full panic mode. A shooter had entered the school without detection and caused mayhem throughout, gunning down student after student, teacher after teacher, and everyone in between. This shooter is fully equipped with many types of guns on hand as well as grenades, smoke bombs, and flashbangs. He's also wearing what looks like a VR headset with a GoPro mounted on the top of his head. It's like a one man army mowing down an entire army of schoolgirls and teachers in this all-girls school.

"Remember, Damon; no girls." the shooter said to himself as he kicked open the doors to a locker room, which one girl in cheerleading outfit happened to be in. He had his submachine gun aimed on her when she waved her hands at him, begging him to stop as she tried to plead for her life.

"M-Mr. Shooter, please! Don't shoot! I'll do anything for you. Just don't shoot me like you did others!" she tried to plead with him, only for him to bring the gun closer. "Beat it, chick! The only thing you can do for me is stay dead!" Damon replied with an angry tone. The girl could tell that this guy is no laughing matter. She can feel his rage from his tone and- Are those tears flowing down his cheeks!? An idea popped into her head and she quickly worked on it.

"W-Wait! Before you do, I wanna make a deal with you! First of all, my name is Chelsea Hall and I'm the captain of the cheerleading squad of this school. Now what you may not know is I'm a slut outside of school! I do striptease dances for money! If I may do such a dance for you, will you promise to spare me?" she said with utmost confidence in her voice, never minding the fact that she's not even straight and most of her statement were lies. This got the shooter to quiet down a bit before going back to close and lock the doors. "If you allow me to fuck you after convincing me with your dances, then it's a deal." he said with a calmer voice. "Y-Yes! It's a deal!"

Of course, Chelsea would begin her sexy dances but Damon quickly stopped her. "Either strip as you dance, or I'm resuming my rampage. The police is gonna be here any minute. I ain't got no time, slut!" "Y-Yes, I agree!" And so she tried to strip while doing her cheerleading moves but in a sexier way. At first it was going well, even got him to tent up in his pants as he watched her, but then as she tried to remove her top her right arm got stuck inside the arm hole. "U-Um… one moment, please?" She tried to remove the top but it just wouldn't budge. She can't even slide it back down either. She realized she tried to remove it the wrong way. While she was busy with it the shooter produced something within his bag; a pistol with a silencer.

Without a word he placed the nozzle in between her chest and shot her point blank. Chelsea had a shocked expression on her face as she fell backwards careening in pain. She went into spasms as she tried to gasp for air after one of her lungs was punctured by the shot. "That's more like it, bitch~ This is the dance I was waiting for~" He'd then pull his cock out of his pants and began jerking off to her as she lay dying in front of him, even cumming in record time just as everything went dark for her…


Comment too long, view post No.6564 to see the full comment.

When Rika and Maria entered the backstage dressing room, they didn't realize that they were not alone.

The place was full with utensils, enough to hide in or behind. The label had promised to clean the old stuff often enough, but never followed up. It was a little thing among many, each of them a bit of money saved, each of them another little insult to the two girls which were actually their cash cow. No wonder both wanted to change labels.

"I will go take a shower. Gosh i won't miss this place i can tell you… it's time we got out of that contract. I also don't like how Mr. Ferrell is looking at you Rika. He is old enough to be MY father, and shouldn't look at you the way he does. Ugly pervert."

"I don't really see it Maria. Do you really think he want's to…"

"Yup… sure. This guy can't wait until you are legally old enough for him to make advances. Lets leave those assholes behind…"

Maria vanished into the bathroom, and left Rika alone who fell into the swivel chair in front of the beauty mirror. It started rotating immediately, and Rika's tired eyes looked on the ceiling, before they closed.


Comment too long, view post No.6578 to see the full comment.

(continuation of post above)

Maria didn't listen, she was screaming her pain into the silent

changing room which reeked for the metallic scent of Rika's blood.

"But don't worry i am a forgiving type. You will join her soon."

With a swift motion the man was between the legs which hung down the box useless and which were covered in little streams of blood coming from the wounds Mr. Ferrell had cut to sever her tendons.

He pushed her legs apart without further effort, and guided his cock to her cunt. Grabbing Maria's neck for leverage, squeezing it, he pushed in, while at the same time forcing her face to stare "up" into the mirror behind her, where her best friends severed head, tongue lolled out, stared back.

"I had thought of how i would kill you… strangulate you you know. Snuff you out the slow way while i rape your body, just to punish you for what you have done… but now that you lay here…"

Comment too long, view post No.6579 to see the full comment.

Character 1
Name: Himari
Age: 19
Description: Kind, gentle, caring, motherly

Character 2
Name: Haruka
Age: 15
Description: Shy, patient, non-talkative, optimistic

Type of Death: -any-
Scenario: After performing their prayers within the pond in front of one of the smaller shrines, they decide to head back to the main shrine building to get changed and clean up. However, they receive an unexpected guest.

The lodgings were destitute. Flies flitted about under the flickering light, under a weakly spinning ceiling fan. A gross, sticky carpet, walls chipped beyond repair, and brown, crimson, oily stains on the bed from 'something' previous guests were doing here.

"What a blowout. If you're a diplomat, can't you at least treat your guests with some courtesy?"

Lita was lucky that the older man clad in a polished blue suit, who sat on the mattress across the room gazing out the window, couldn't hear her.

"Why am I always the one assigned to these kinds of jobs…? Oh well, at least it'll be less of a hassle this time. If he really likes the same stuff as me, who knows? We might even hit it off." With one last sarcastic laugh, she approached.
"Ahem! Lita Ivana, secretary at the Main Street Wayside Hotel. Mr. Morrison, you booked 'special favors' for tonight, if I'm not mistaken?"

Morrison turned around, a calm smile on his face. There was no mistaking what he held in his hands; ropes, tape, gags. A limited yet imposing selection. "Well, aren't you a fine lass? I hear the staff at this hotel goes above and beyond, and the rumors are true. What little dignity you must have to walk through the halls naked like that."

She was to gather evidence on him for the supposed aggravated assault and sexual harassment charges from early last year; no one believed he was in the wrong, so it was a job of clearing suspicion. "Sir, I am ready to be used at any time. That's all the gesture means, really. Think nothing of it. What brings you? I am sure you'd much prefer staying at a high-end establishment."


Comment too long, view post No.6636 to see the full comment.

>>6981
The door to my apartment slid open.
I looked up, mid-sip of my morning coffee as the grey elf woman sauntered in arrogantly. There was a dagger in her hand. She was an imposing sight, tall and fit, her silvery hair done up in a neat ponytail.

"Prepare to die", she announced, before pouncing forward, the dagger whipping through the air in a flash.
I leapt out of my seat, narrowly avoiding the slashing strike. The grey elf closed the gap in a heartbeat, and I rolled and scrabbled for my piece. Its comforting heft was in my palm just as my assassin grabbed my shoulder and slammed her blade into my chest.

I felt the ice-like fire of pain rip through my torso as I let her grab turn me around. My pistol rang out, 13 rounds of 9mm jacketed hollowpoint ripping through her muscular abdomen and groin. The look of arrogant triumph on her statuesque face froze as those bullets burst through her belly, tearing open intestines, slicing through her femoral artery.

She dropped to the ground, clutching her wounds. I pressed my advantage and got on top of her, wrapping my legs over her waist while she weakly tried to push me off. My Glock still had two rounds left, one in the magazine, another in the chamber. I aimed, lining up the front sight blade on my assailant's forehead. Her eyes widened.

"Wait, don't!", she screamed in fear.


Comment too long, view post No.6982 to see the full comment.

Angelica... it had only been 9 months and she practically sexed her way up to being the right hand girl of the ceo. She made me her little errand girl; this was hell.

It wasnt until I was told to respond to her emails when I discovered that she was stealing documents and selling them to rival companies, if this kept going, the whole business would be shut down in a month.

"Hey,arent you done yet?" Angelica asked.

"Yes, I was about to contact you that I finished."

"Well good, now get out of here. Im going to check my Insta."

Jeez even her ego was infuriating, as soon as she logged on to her social media it was like the world just turned off to her. It was like shooting fish in a barrel; the big question was how to take her down.

I looked at my hands and without warning, wrapped them around her neck. Her gasps ripped her away from her scrolling as I applied more force and forced her to the ground. I could feel her trying to kick me off of her in a desperate attempt for freedom.

Comment too long, view post No.7102 to see the full comment.

I stood at the gallery overlooking the foyer to my mansion. Down below, servants were attending to their many duties. A maid was sweeping litter from a party I had hosted last night, and another carried a basket of dirty laundry across the room. Servers were wheeling boxes of fresh produce to the kitchen. It was good to see such responsible workers. If only everyone I hired worked like they did.

Last night's party had been a disaster. One of my maids was clearly drunk in front of my guests. She was loud, slurring her words, and trying to flirt with the dignitaries in attendance, even going so far as to drop her panties in one of their laps. Perhaps this sort of debauchery is acceptable at a brothel or a whore house, but I pride myself on maintaining a respectable estate. When I saw the condition she was in and the way she was bothering my guests, I ordered her to leave, but then she stumbled into one of the servers, causing everything the chefs had prepared to fall to the floor and forcing my guests to wait an extra hour for dinner.

As bad as last night's performance was, I have been having issues with this individual for a while. The rooms she is meant to clean are often left unattended to, she has been sleeping with several of my workers, and she has a bad habit of talking back to others when she's given orders.

Needless to say, she will not be working at this estate for much longer. However, she will not merely be fired. I have a legal right to deal with my work staff as I see fit. Clearly, I have been too soft with them as of late. It has been many years since I executed one of them, and this troublesome maid is a recent hire, so she was not present to witness the last execution. An example needs to be made of her before her misbehavior spreads.

Consequently, I had one of the butlers inform her that she was instructed to go to my bedroom immediately. She should be waiting for me there right now, assuming she could follow at least one order. With a sigh, I turned and walked to the staircase leading upstairs where my bedroom was located.

The master bedroom was luxurious. Light filled the room from large radius windows on one end of it. A king sized bed was in the center of the room, with well-fitted cotton sheets and adorned with layers of plush pillows against a velvet-paneled accent wall. A tripod camera was set, pointed toward the bed, and laying on the bed was Helen, the maid that was causing me so much grief.

She was a pretty young woman, with smooth brown skin, dark hair, and a ruffled maid uniform. She had taken off her white leggings, and she was twirling her hair with her finger.

Comment too long, view post No.7400 to see the full comment.

Let's revive this.

K/V: Killer
Name: Tigress(an alias, obviously)
Age: 25
Sex: F
Characteristics: Long blonde hair styled into a ponytail, muscular, scar-ridden body, scar on one eye(blind), red mask, red scarf, silent type, only speaks when necessary, cold, calculative

She's a sniper for hire, usually on high-end contracts to track down high profile targets. She doesn't discriminate, so long as she gets the money and the thrill of the kill. She has a 94% success rate over 120+ such contracts.
Scene(s):
1) She has been hired to take down the CEO of a corrupt business. Said CEO? You.
2) You decide to hire her to take out your archenemy.
3) You decide to hire her to take out your archenemy, only for her to betray you for whatever reason.

Comment too long, view post No.7453 to see the full comment.

https://discord.gg/8FxWfWer

here is also a discord server for the cool kids :^}

And one more thing, within a year you cannot refuse the contract after the conclusion of the contract)

3 questions-
1. Will the public be able to watch me through the monitors?
2. Would I be able to wear a mask?
3. Am I allowed to fuck the girls?

If 2 and 3 are yes, then I would likely say yes as I'm a money hungry bastard with limited morals, unless it's for a large criminal organisation that would probably wack me if I try to quit due to knowing too much.

My discord is: Ashdragonborn

Looking for a GM EV1?

Good luck, good sir.

>>7288
First I will eat her pussy and shove a baseball bat up her ass. Then I'll chop her limbs off and keep her as pet I guess.

Ill roast your mama for Thanksgiving