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Cupid smiled at her accomplishment. It took a lot of effort but in the end, she finally pulled it off. She had all seven Dragon Balls, and one of each emotional power ring. The journey had taken her many places including the resting place of the final Dragon Ball, a volcano where she happened to be currently. Her already slutty outfit was ripped and torn from the journey and her red hair now a mess, but that no longer mattered.

“If I combine the power of these objects I'll be so powerful that Green Arrow will have to love me”

She monologued to herself.

“And now for my wish”

she exclaimed and the seven orbs began to float and glow. There was a flash of light, and suddenly floating in front of her was a giant ,green, serpentine Dragon.

“WHAT IS YOUR WISH”

Shenron asked in a grandiose manner. Cupid grinned.

“Fuse your power with these rings”
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Hermione let her bra fall to the floor next to her shirt letting her breast breath her nipples stiffening up due to the cold, before stretching. All the other Gryffindors were out celebrating winning the quidditch cup, but she decided to stay behind and study. But first she was going to change into something a bit more comfortable. She slipped her shoes off and pulled her stockings off allowing her to stretch her toes, then wiggled out of her skirt and finally pulling her panties off. She sat down as she did and allowed them to rest on her big toe for a moment as she grinned, proud of her fine body before flicking her undergarments of her feet with one quick motion.

     Tohsaka walked through the halls of Hogwarts annoyed as all hell.

     “There's no one in this damn building”

     she thought to herself, though little did she know all the students were out partying at the Gryffindor celebration.

    “Damn it another dead in”

     She said as she ended up in a well decorated wall only with a painting of a fat lady

      “hmph watch your language young lady”

     the painting on the wall replied much to the young mages surprise.
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Katniss slowly creeped through the shrubbery. Her naked body rubbing against the plants. After the defeat of the revelation most of her friends were killed straight of, but Snow had a much darker fate planned for her. Not only was she forced to partake in a 3rd Game, but had to fight this one completely in the nude for all the Hunger Games perverted fans. But she had almost one, only four combatants were left.

      She stopped as she reached the center of the arena where a large collection of supplies had recently been dropped. But she wasn't alone. A young barely eighteen had already reached the supplies before she had. The girl was also bare and her body still petty. Katniss felt, bad but the only way to survive was to win. The Girl on Fire stood allowing the sun to act as a spotlight for her body. Her young and firm breast bounced slightly as she jumped up with her healthy butt followed suit. Her skin was delicate and was rather light. Her stomach was a healthy size not fat or thin, her legs thin yet strong with a tight shaved pussy in between them. Katniss's knocked her arrow. The girl gasped but was quickly silenced as the projectile stabbed her through the throat.

      Katniss sighed as the teen fell dead.

       “Sarah!”

     A girl exclaimed running over to the dead girl. Katniss tensed up again. She must be a friend of the other girl she thought as she knocked another arrow.

      Aloy pushed through the wilderness as her bare breast jiggling with every step she took. She had no idea how she ended up in this sick game, but she was determined to survive. If the man who had been announcing the game had been truthful a stockpile of supplies should be just up ahead. She walked out of the shrubbery into the center of the arena where the sun lit up her body giving everyone watching the games at home something worth looking at. Her tan body was clean and smooth without blemish and what her boobs lacked in size they made up for with perkiness, her butt was a smooth bubbly  and her stomach strong and muscular with well defined abs, her legs were strong, and muscular yet thin and between them was her red hairy pussy.

      “Sarah!”

     a girl looking to be around twenty exclaimed running at something.
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Nice, I like a good combat gore story.

More, great work!

Wow, this is fun.

Think that Mako can have some female victims at some point? She definitely needs more victims, though I'm sure she'll eventually die, too.

This is great, I'd love to see some more stuff set in this world.

I posted one other story on here ages ago, but thought time to post some more (part 2 to follow)

There gonna be a part 2 or series?

Copy & pasted straight from dolcett. :P

Is it from dolcett? I know I've read it before, but I thought it was one that had been written on here a while ago

Great story!

Any sequel?

I remember those. I wonder if anyone has them.

With her lower spine crushed, Camilla could no longer feel her lower body at all. That, in turn, made the feelings from her upper half all the more intense - especially the strain on her chest. Camilla could tell that it was at its limit - just one more stone, and then it’d give in! Although she had troubles controlling her eyes now - all the pain caused them to bulge hard within their sockets - she still looked to one side and to the other, excited to see who would be the one to end her life. She’d be fine with either option - be it Hinoka or Madelyn. Her heart, which was already having troubles beating, skipped quite a few beats as she saw the short-haired redhead head back towards her. Hinoka always enjoyed dominating her… Camilla was certain she’d be delighted to watch her stone kill her. Her eyes held nothing but love and happiness as she watched Hinoka take these final, fateful steps - until Hinoka placed her final stone on top of Camilla and let go of it.

The moment she did, a loud crack could be heard as Camilla’s rib cage caved in. The whole tower dropped a few inches down as Camilla’s sternum gave way, the stones finally going further into her chest. Her broken ribs were forced into her lungs in a series of painful stabs within the tenths of a second, but Camilla had no time to react to the new, strong pain. The bottom stone came down right afterwards, and her lungs were squeezed through the back part of her ribs instead - coming out of them as just strings of meat. Even more important what was happened at the center of her chest - the stone had quickly crushed her heart. Without it, Camilla’s already devastated body started to shut down. The Nohrian managed to keep the loving look in her eyes in her final moments, with Hinoka knowing exactly what it was as she looked at her face. By the time the stone tower came to a stop, resting on the ground with the upper part of Camilla’s spine also splattered, the purple-haired princess was already gone - but a warm smile still covered her lips.


As Camilla’s life ended, Madelyn also arrived near the corpse. She had her sword with her - eager to take the purple-haired girl’s head from her while it was still warm. Elise, on the other hand, was there the entire time - watching Camilla’s final moments with a very focused look on her face. “S-She’s really gone now?” She asked Hinoka, and the redhead nodded back at her. Even if she already knew that deep down in her heart, a confirmation lPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Did I miss something because I don't remember Madelyn killing Kirran's Hisoka at all.

Part 2: No Pain, No Gain

The sheer violence was what stood out the most as he continuously whipped her. It resonated through her with each and every painful lash, sending razor sharp sensations of agony that burnt like fire, over and over again. He just kept on whipping her, holding nothing back as he set up his body for yet another thrash, throwing his weight behind the swing so that the braided whip would really slice across her already aching breasts.

Her body reacted to the strike without her even realising it anymore. Whilst restrained by her wrists, there was no where for her to go to shield herself from the punishment but she twisted around anyway as the newest welt began to form on her otherwise unblemished skin. It just hurt. It always hurt. No matter how many times she went through this, it never stopped hurting.

Looking on as the man once again prepared himself to deliver yet another lash, Ruth helplessly wondered whether or not her pain was lost to him. He simply didn't care about how much he was hurting her. He didn't need to care either. After all, he was free to hurt her as much as he wanted and there wasn't a single thing that Ruth could do to stop him. She couldn't even beg for his mercy.

Despite of how much she wished the pain to come to a end, she helped her client carry on as he warmed up. Instead of sobbing for him to stop, she soldiered on, taking blow after blow, acting as nothing more than a whipping post for the man to destroy. It should have scared her to see just how much he was enjoying doing this to her but for whatever reason, she decided to respond only by encouraging him to go on.

Ruth turned back around so that she was facing him, struggling to pivot herself on her increasingly unstable legs that were shaking and marked with vicious welts. Now looking directly at him, she knew she was going to regret it but she foolishly did what she always did without regarding her own wellbeing. The chip forced her mouth to smile but it was through her own will that she chose to cutely smirk.

Her face was red with flushness from the incredible levels of both physical and mental stress that the whipping was causing her, and black streaks of ruined mascara were dripping down her cheeks but the man played almost no attention to the obvious signs of suffering that could easily be seen. All of his focus was squarely on Ruth's smirk. From his perspective, he had been whipping her at full forPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

That is as much of the story as exists at this point in time; or at least as much as has been posted on ravishu.com.

I highly recommend that site by the way, its extreme board is full of great stories.