This is my first story in a very very long time. I have had the idea for ages but I just never got round to putting pen to paper.
Writing isn't really my strongest point but I've been inspired and motivated recently to see what I can do.

This is part 1 to maybe 3 or 4. If people like it I will continue, especially seeing as I kinda have part 2 generally blocked out already.

Apologies in advanced if it either doesn't make sense or I repeat words/terms, or if my writing generally if a bit all over the place. I likely will repost an edited/improved version of part 1 with part 2 in the near future.

And of course, Feedback is much appreciated. Good and Bad. Hit me with what you honestly think. I generally want to improve.

In it's most basic form, the story is about a reporter being captured and executed by terrorists.

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Katie was dragged further by her captors. The Sack on her head preventing her from seeing anything after just getting out of the vehicle she was captured into.
It seemed like hours, but finally it was pulled off her head and she was hit by the bright light of the middle eastern sun, unable to shield her eyes with her hands due to them being bounded tightly.

One of the men came out of the truck and set up a very expensive looking camera in-front of her and jokingly turned to her saying "HD HD HD 4K 3D. People will see everything!"...and then briskly left.

Her curly red hair seemed to bounce each time she moved her head to look towards her captors and the hot outdoor environment, tied back so it wouldn’t get in the way of seeing the agony in her face and deep blue eyes. Her small but perky red lips trembled slightly at the thought of what is to come and slightly paler complexion was going to contrast perfectly with the blood that will pour from her body.

She tried to focus on what the men were saying. Being a reporter for one of the biggest news broadcasting networks in UK, and specialising in reporting developments in the middle east, the had taken the time to pick up the common languages there on a basic level.
What she heard and recognised made her shriek and scream for help.

“They…they’re going to kill me!?” She thought in a panic.

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By Kitty Cunt and Mister Moody 1 (Rape, Asphyxiation, Loli, Snuff) The loli stuff comes in part 2 which is not finished.

The day was balmy, belying the mid autumn season. He walked through the down town city center, with a calm even pace; his mind only on what he should have for lunch. He stops, and looks inside one of the cafe windows. Behind his tall and stocky reflection, he spied a small group of women, chatting as they eat lunch.

It wasn't the decent looking red head, or the petite blond that caught his eyes. Their breasts were far from adequate for his tastes. It wasn't them, but the third woman, the one tall, skinny one, he found much more interesting. Her tanless skin made even paler by her dark, black hair, which was tied back behind her head in a pony tail. Her breasts were exquisite, large and shapely, they pressed against the bounds of the small, tight shirt she was wearing.

Seeing her had made up his mind, and he entered the cafe, now with the intention of satisfying two hungers at once. As he makes his way toward the group, peices of their conversation float over to him.

“What you do expect John will want during the meeting?” his prize asked the others.

“Oh the usual, I would imagine. He wants me on his lap,” the forgetful one with small breasts repsonded, sounding a bit put out. “I heard Sabrina, got a choice task,”

The brunette grinned, “I get to wear the snack tray! What was your assignment, Kitty?”

“I'm going under the table,” Kitty began, even her name sounded delicious. “Can't say I'm looking forward to it, this is the only shirt I brought, and now it'll be covered in cum!”

“You're so lucky,” the small breasted blond mumbled, “I never get to do the fun stuff, my tits are too small.”

“Ah, Dee,” Kitty leaned over and patted her friend's hand, noticing her jealous stare, “It's not all fun and games having big boobs. Sometimes I wish I never got these implants. You know when I was flat...” but Kitty's words got trapped in her throat. Her friends were staring at something behind her, but before she could react, somone firmly groped her breasts. Fingers dug into her sentistaive flesh before gripping on the fabric of her shirt and ripping it open. Buttons flew in all directions.

“H..hey!” Kitty shouted, turning back to face her attacker. She stared as the man unbuttoned his jeans and a huge, throbing, erect cock popped out from the opening, right in front of her face. HPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Bacchanal

Manning a secondary transcription bay was considered a dead-end post. You were only assigned something as mundane as a rarely used backup transcriptor as punishment. This was the case for Kubler and doubtless had been for all of his predecessors. Various doodles from many hands covered his thick wooden desk—as old as the entire ship—showing a hundred years of disgraced engineer boredom.

Kubler didn’t mind the ancient outdated décor or the long hours of tedium. The job was by far the easiest he had had on the ship and as a man who loved undemanding work, he would be thrilled to keep it for the rest of his life on the colony ship’s multi-generation long voyage.

Besides, there were always people who found creative uses for the powerful matter transcriptor and he wasn’t above a little risk to make some money on the side. Most of these side jobs were drug related. The transcriptor could handle complex chemical compositions easily. One handful of pills could be easily copied and reproduced as many times as needed, for a pittance of raw material use. As long as no one got too greedy or careless, for a small price to Kubler you could have a virtually unlimited supply.

Other people had more unique vices. One of his customers had an actual live chicken, one of a dozen smuggled aboard when the ship first launched, the natural offspring passed down in secret, the owners forming a secret cabal to allow the chickens to meet and breed. Actual eggs were prized black market items on the ship, the rumor was that the current captain had a boiled egg for breakfast every morning and allowed the crime to continue unpunished as a hundred year old tradition. As far as Kubler knew, only he and his client were aware that one of the chickens was actually copied, killed, cooked and eaten by its owner once a month, making him one of the few colonists to have eaten animal flesh.

And then there were the twins.

Liz and Ross cautiously entered the bay, Ross carrying their long ship-standard engineers toolbag by the handle. It was the night shift, the vast majority of colonists would be asleep. Kubler knew what they wanted, they had been here often.

“Hello kids,” he pleasantly greeted them “feel like using the bay for a bit?”

Liz smiled prettily at him. The cute sixteen year olds smile was completely innocent and kind as she handed Kubler a disc that, as per their agreement, was full of fresh pictures of hPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Death.

Even before I got to the top of the barren, weed-spiked ridge to see it - I knew the massive electro-static pulse had done its job. I could smell it. Death. The high altitude strike plane had passed over here maybe only an hour or two ago. I knew it probably fried the group I had been sent to intercept, with a precision strike as it skimmed undetected on the edge of space. I had told the brass that I wanted the first crack at the target. It had become personal for me and I wanted to end things my way… nice and messy. But I knew I was gonna be too late.

Way too late.

Fuck it all - If only they had let me tackle them first! Now that slippery goddamn bitch is probably dead! Damn - and I SO wanted to be the one to take that uppity little fuck down too!

I thought about all that excess semen I had let build up - surging and rushing around in my pulsing, throbbing nutsack - filling my body with intense aggression. I had saved it all up… just for this very encounter and now… it was rapidly looking like a dead end.

Guess I can kiss that my dreams of payback goodbye. I’ll have to settle for raping a fucking corpse… oh well.

I knew the stink in the air wasn't just any old death smell either. Like, say… a dead moose or somethin' because there's a real unique characteristic about the way dead humans smell.

I'm not talkin' about all the chemistry jazz behind the elements I was currently processing from the scents either. Sure, my onboard cybernetic suite could isolate the esters… and it was that specific molecule mixture which includes the unmistakable whiff of good ol' propyl hexanoate that told the story.

It's that nasty compound that creates the distinctively sour and sharp smell along with a special kind of - subtle, fruity undertone… like pineapples left in the sun. It's a unique sweetness that says… human.

I made it to the crest of the ridge. On the other side, I could see the rocky ground, slope gently away towards a river that looked like a steel ribbon cutting through the green valley below. I could see the rocks and dust of the high plains slowly give way to clumps of grass that got thicker and more lush as the terrain approached the lower elevations. It would have been a pretty nice view if it hadn't been for all the dead bodies littering the slope.

They had been heading for the woods, but never made it. Strewn in a ragged arc roughly 50 to 75 yards in front of me, a whole strikePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

We were friends since early college. Tom, Steve, Martin, Gerry, Toby. Alice and Toby were together from the start, Mina and Steve as well. Gerry had a girlfriend, but she wasn't into this kind of stuff and staid home. And me of course. Lydia. I've been part of the original group. I call them close friends, and if anyone had asked me if I'd mind a bit of benefits, I wouldn't have said no. But effectively I was single.

The trip was planned for late summer, and the weather agreed, too. I guess we had planned it for two years, although back then it had just been a silly idea after too much booze.

Somehow that idea had become more and more real, and now we were actually in Steve's minibus and driving out into the wilderness. For the barbecue.

We brought everything. Spits, charcoal, grill, even bricks for a fire-oven. Gerry had brought a ginormous kettle that looked like an evil witch would cook in it. All the gear didn't even fit in the bus, we had a trailer with that stuff and the tent.

What we didn't have was meat. And no, we weren't going hunting.

We were the meat. Well, not the boys. But Alice was almost the driving force behind it all. Without her we would have just discarded the idea. Mina, well she was a bit hesitant. I assume it scared her as much as it turned her on. Maybe it turend her on so much because she was scared. Some people are like that.

And me? Sure, I think its hot. And it would only be fair if I contribute, right? But I didn't think I'd take it all the way. I wanna watch. I'm curious. Sure, I'd try some stuff, too. Thats the coast of entry, can't be a spoilsport. What exactly, I still had no idea. I think noone had.

We knew exactly where we'd go. It was a designated grill and bbq place, but ever since they had closed the interstate and build the new highway, it was really difficult to get ther. You had to take backroads through the forest and the place was overgrown. Tom had even checked it out and made photos. We had a chainsaw and some machetes to clear the brush and make it useable.

On the first evening we were too exhausted. Building the tent had taken till ten PM and we only ate a few prepackaged granola bars for dinner and went to sleep, exhausted.

The next morning, Mina surprised us with fresh milk.

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tl;dr: Outworld invades Earth via a fusion of the two realms... but ends up in the wrong dimension, one where a tale of souls and swords is eternally retold. Ivy Valentine finds out she's hopelessly overmatched when it comes to Mortal Kombat.

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Ivy moaned softly as she swayed back and forth in the arena known as The Pit, a dazed look on her battered face. A trickle of blood and drool ran out of her pouty purple-painted lips, and her short white hair was disheveled, tossed to and fro from the dominatrix's beating. Ivy's right arm hung limply at her side, weapon lost to the abyss, her severed formerly armored left arm lying discarded on the floor. Her large breasts jiggled as she tottered on her high-heeled boots, barely able to keep her balance on the narrow, dimly lit bridge. Ivy's skimpy costume was even more so now, having been practically torn to shreds in her struggle. Her massive tits were exposed to the world, succulent wine-colored nipples blood-engorged and stiff with excitement. Bruises dotted the pale ivory flesh of Ivy's breasts, belly, and thick thighs. The defeated domina's plump ass was entirely revealed, the fabric of her thong hanging loosely over the valley of Ivy's ass-crack. Pink open-faced hand marks were visible on the smooth flesh, welts rising where Ivy had been spanked into submission. Those same hand marks were visible on the tall woman's elegant throat, showing where she had been throttled. A steady drip-drip of honey came from her inflamed white-tufted pussy as Ivy swayed, the musky fluid dripping into the small puddle on the ground below. The slightly spread petals twitched in anticipation as a spectral voice filled the air:

"FINISH HER!"

With the command echoing through the air, Ivy's opponent approached her, his cyborg eye glinting. Ivy tried to shrink away, but her battered body would not respond. Instead, all she could do was cry out weakly as Kano grabbed her hair and pulled her to her knees, her face staring right at his throbbing erection.

"'ey sheila, fancy a fuck? Not like you got much of a choice," Kano laughed, hand releasing Ivy's hair to brandish his knife. "Don't even think about biting or I'll be wearing your head around my cock."

Ivy obediently wrapped her lips around his manhood, tongue slurping and cheeks hollowing out as she sucked on him. Kano grunted with pleasure and chuckled as he looked down at the once-proud woman servicing him. He didn'Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Setsuka bit back a moan as she played with herself, one hand cupping her large breasts, the other kneading her sopping pussy. Her kimono fanned out around her, her sheer purple top stretched over the top of sizeable bosom for easier access to her alabaster titflesh, and her white panties pulled to the side to reveal her shaven pussy. The reason for her excitement slept soundly on his back a few feet below her perch on the barn loft - Heishiro Mitsurugi, the man that had slain her master. And now, the blonde swordmistress would secure her revenge with her own hand - after it finished its current business, of course. Setsuka's arousal grew as she fantasized about what would transpire in a few minutes. It had been easy to track him to this abandoned barn in the desolate wasteland of Soul Edge's influence - a trail of destruction followed the samurai. It would be just as easy to finally destroy him, Setsuka thought to herself as she tweaked her stiff nipples. She'd jump down while he was still asleep, and take his head. Not a fair fight - but there was no point in fairness in taking revenge on the man that must have cheated in order to slay her master, who had taught her everything she knew about swordsmanship.

After that bloody work, Setsuka imagined as her elegant fingers eagerly worked her dripping cunt tunnel, she'd get herself off with his severed head - rubbing her pussy all over her trophy until it glistened with her honey. It was only fair, after what had happened the last time they fought. Setsuka's pleasure-slick vagina pulsed as she remembered the humiliation - her sword knocked away, being forced to her knees with his blade at her neck, the feeling of him using her long blond hair as a leash, the taste of his cock in her mouth, and the feeling of his seed raining down on her face and cleavage. He had left her lying on the ground after claiming the spoils of victory, his jizz painting her body and the kimono that her master had gifted her. Shame had filled Setsuka as her fingers had pushed into her panties to slip into her inflamed pussy as she lay defeated, bringing herself to squirting orgasm as she fantasized that it was her master's cock that she had worshipped, her master's seed that she was scooping off her tits in order to lick clean, her master that had overcome her and taken what he wanted from her body, not the man that had slain him.

Yes... it was only fair that she return the favor, Setsuka thought to herself as shPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Hey, you all might recognise me as the writter for Waifu Wars. Well I'm gonna have to go on a short hiatus for the rest of November due to a personal project not related to the site. But I decided hey this would be the perfect time to start another seriues idea I had. It's kinda like the DBX to Waifu Wars. Instead of a long drawn out fight some sexy fictional ladies just get killed. Feel free to suggest victims!

Anna hovered over her seemingly lifeless wife, her long dark brown hair hanging down and into her wife's face.

"I love you, Aurora." She whispered as she leaned down to deliver a soft and gentle kiss to her wife's blue lips, which did not return the affection.

Aurora's long strawberry blonde hair laid spread out over the bed, except her bangs that were a mess across her face, which Anna gently moved aside.

Anna proceeded to kiss Aurora's neck, biting and nibbling as she went, slowly making her way down Aurora's chest. As she twisted Aurora's nipples, she could feel they were rock solid and knew her wife was incredibly horny. She moved on
and continued to go down Aurora's body, giving affection every second.

Finally, she arrived down where Aurora was wet and yearning for her. Anna massaged Aurora's clit, then gave it a quick peck, and started to finger her precious, lifeless-like wife.

Aurora didn't pull or invite Anna inside of her in the slightest. She just laid there, unmoving.

After awhile, Aurora couldn't hold it back any longer and let out an adorable and quiet moan, biting her lips and feeling embarassed.

Anna came back up, and gave her wife a passionate kiss. As they parted their lips and she smiled and said, "I love how excited and turned on you get when you play dead. It's so adrorable." She then wiped the blue away from Aurora's lips, which was just eye shadow that they had put on to make her look a little more cold and lifeless.

Aurora gave Anna another kiss, as her green eyes meet Anna's grey-ish blue eyes, both staring in awe and both sleepy and in pure ecstascy. The two of them cuddled together as they slowly started to fall asleep.

Anna whisperied right before they passed out, "I don't want you to ever actually die though... You make an adorable corpse, but I'd be heartbroken if you ever died... as much as I know you love it. Don't ever die for real, okay?"

Aurora responded with a kiss and said, "Never. I love you too much to die. You know that." Aurora gave Anna another kiss, and they both passed out in each other's arms, both happier than ever.

Anna woke up and hopped in the shower, then started to get dressed for work. She put on black tights, an adorable pastel purple dress that just went just barely below her hips, and then put on matching pastel purple rubber boots. She wPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

“C’mon, you little slut!” Thessali blurted out angrily as she and her friend dragged the little five foot elf that had been tainted by the void along. A length of nylon rope hung slung over her shoulders. “Let’s go for a walk in the woods, ok bitch?” she snorted in a huff.

Galilada whimpered anxiously, a cloth bandana covering her mouth plus her own pair of panties preventing coherent speech. Her wrists were bound behind her back, preventing her from putting up much of a struggle. Her coal black hair waved at her shoulders as she was dragged along in her white blouse and mageweave skirt, her knee-high black boots leaving little drag marks along the trail. The wooden cart she had been held hostage in during the ride out sure seemed like a lot better proposition than the one she was now facing!

“Are you sure about this, Danellia?” Thessali’s partner in crime Iliaravi asked as she warily looked all around. Three miles up an old service route towards the Dawnstar spire in the ghostlands and then another mile and a half walk had not been a part of her plans for an enjoyable friday evening. Besides, wasn’t this the place where that recent rangers had gone missing with a larger than normal troll activity.

“This is PERFECT!” the raven haired elf blurted out.

“But what about the forest trolls?”

“Don’t you get it, Iliaravi?” Thessali chuckled evilly. “They will get the blame for what we’re going to do to this little piece of shit!” Then she grabbed Galilada’s chin and gave it a good shake, laughing as she added, “Ain’t that right, sweetie?”

Galilada cried out again as she tried to resist them. But Thessali was 5’ 6”; Iliaravi at least a couple inches taller. They outweighed her and she was in no position to make an escape.

“This place gives me the creeps!, I know stories of ghosts out here at well” Iliaravi declared, nervously looking around as they continued to drag their helpless captive along.

“Would you knock it off?” Thessali responded in exasperation. “Besides, we didn’t run across a single living or dead thing coming out here! There’s nobody around for miles but the three of us!” Then she gave out a nasty cackle as she hefted the rope slung over her shoulder while giving Galilada’s chin another shake.

“But soon there’ll only be the two of us; right, you cock-sucking slut?? I’ll teach you to go sucking my husband’s cock!”

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