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This is a little game I wanna try x3

Each person posts if they are a killer, or a victim, along with some characteristics. You can add a scene as well if you'd like. If you don't, then the next person gets to choose the scene.

If the person before you is a victim, then you write about how you kill them. You write their snuff story. In the story you write about their death, and get to control their actions. They just set up the character and possibly scene, and you do the rest.
So if you decide you want to strangle the victim, you can go ahead and write about how they struggle, if they escape or not (though every victim must die by the end of the story! ), etc. You can also write about what you do to them after their death, such as playing with them, raping them, preparing their funeral, etc. as long as they don't get brought back to life.

If the person above you is a killer, then you write about how they kill you. So you write your own snuff story, based on the information that the killer provides about themselves.

All stories are unrelated, so if you're a killer, and the person above you is a killer, then you still write about how they kill you. Then, the next person to reply will write about how you kill them.

And yes, if you're a victim but the person above you is also a victim, you first have to kill them, but it's okay, because the next person will kill you. ♥

As for scenes, if the person before you posts a scene, the story only needs start there or end there. So if someone posts that they're at a pool, you can choose to do the whole thing at the pool, or you can choose if they start out somewhere else and eventually end up in the pool, or if they start in the pool but end up elsewhere.

So, I'll start.

K/V: Victim
Name: Emily
Age: 22
Sex: F
Characteristics: Long brown hair, green eyes, very tall, wearing black flats, a grey skirt, light white shirt, and grey hair bow.
Scene: In a hotspring that is part of a rural hotel.
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K/V: Killer
Name: The Romanian
Age: 32
Sex: M

((See also the answerpost below to get an idea about how the Romanian ticks. There it is him who rapes, torments and murders an innocent girl))

Short hair, cold grey eyes. Usually he wears a military look, but he takes it off once he starts to “treat” his victims. He is not above using drugs to enhance his “stamina”. He is not really from Romania, but in order to escape prosecution, he hides out there, before choosing a new city which he can haunt.
The Romanian is an utter sadist and desires to kill his victims in the most horrifying ways possible. He considers himself an artist, but in fact he is into it to rape the women or girls and then murder them, enjoying the feeling of power and lust that he can get from the act. He loves his victims to beg, but he never listens. He also enjoys his victims to know that they will die. He deeply enjoys causing pain, and loves to desecrate the corpses even after death, in order to debase them further.

Scene: You wake up from being drugged by the Romanian. You don’t know where you are, it seems to be a remote place, derelict, and sure enough distant enough so no one can hear you. You are bound. How will he torment, rape and murder you?

The chain on which Anna’s unconscious body hung rustled, when she made her first attempts to wake up. She was nude, 16, and her flawless skin was sporting the most intense goose bumps I had seen in a long time. Due to the cold in the abandoned warehouse, not because of fear or pain. That would come later. Her nips weren’t bad either.

Once the building had been a meat factory, with cold rooms and long meat processing production lines, of which only some old hooks and hoists remained, which had been kept and used by the later owner. It also had a cellar, where the workers had their locker room, and even 2 more cold rooms. This was 30 years ago, then came the crisis and later the whole building was refurbished into a warehouse. Yet even that was abandoned now. Just another warehouse at the harbour where no one even knew who the owner was. Unimportant enough to keep standing. Too costly to tear down. Those things where you return to a city after 30 years, and they are still there, with more grass overgrowing the concrete floor. It was impossible to even tell, if more graffitis had been added, because on the inside as well as the outside there were no free spaces left. Only tags though, no art.

There was no sense to create something beautiful here, the whole place spoilt it by just... being itself. For terror and fear it was near perfect though.
When I “moved in”, I had repaired the electric network just as much, that I could get the cold room to work again, fed by a stack of car batteries, which in store I recharged from time to time with a generator with gasoline, for which I paid with cash from the wallets of my victims, whose corpses were stored here, in the room for which only I had the key.

I loved it when they stayed fresh for a long time. I always spared the face, although I occasionally cut of their heads. The bodies had been raped, flayed and abused beyond recognition. They were very dead. And pale. And cold. Sometimes I just went down there and looked at their faces, each a testament of the fear and pain they suffered in their last moments, some begging, some dreadfully acceptant, usually crying and horrified. I never washed their faces afterwards, so many sported smeared mascara. And blood. The face exactly as they died. That was important.
Not Anna though. She hung upstairs, at handcuffs slung over an old hook, that was part of a hoist which itself was operated by a crank at a nearby steel pillar. It was the chilly November air that made her hair stick out, and not the artificial deep freeze of the cold storage room below. You went under the earth when you are dead. There had to be principles.

She would be my prize work. Her face was perfect, her reddish-brown hair just the right length and bound to a braid. Her lips symmetric and full, her eyes of the clearest blue I had ever seen. I had seen her first in a club, found out her name as her friend called her. Diverging her up from her friends had been a clever combination of drugs and camouflage. I knew she was visiting the club every Saturday, and I knew it had to be her, who was my masterpiece. Simply talking to her, a few weeks ago, had earned me a “Shut up, creep and hide in the hole from which you crept!”. Which I did, staring at the dead faces of my other victims, until I knew exactly how I would kidnap and then murder her.

It took two drugs: One which made her feel nauseous, letting her call a taxi, the other a slow but strong sleep inducer, from which she was recovering now after sleeping in on the backseat of my taxi. Days earlier I had hijacked a Toyota and repainted it. I had mounted a stolen taxi sign on its roof, and then the only thing I had to do was beat the real taxi to it, once she called for it to go home , because she didn’t feel so well. Easy enough, as I had been the one spicing her drinks, and thus had the shortest way: I was already there when she came out of the club. She was already too tired and nauseous to recognize that the taxi sign wasn’t even glowing. She just entered and sealed her fate.

Now she hung here, nude and vulnerable and the sleep drug I had injecting her with over the last days was wearing off. She moaned as I unpacked the doctors bag: the bullwhip, the brass knuckles and the combat knife, more I wouldn’t use on her, at least until she was dead.

I had whipped her nude body 4 times already, before the adrenaline overpowered the remaining sleep drugs enough to make her scream. Her eyes shot open and she saw me now, circling her, whipping her with the long black bullwhip in my right, which also held the brass knuckles, while my left clenched onto the combat knife. I was nude and sporting a raging hardon, half driven by the arousal that I felt torturing her, knowing that I would rape her soon, half by doping with nice blue pills.

I hit her again, leaving a red bloody gash over her supple tits, and again, this time over her ass. She sobbed and screamed, but the time between each whiplash didn’t give her time to talk. Another whipping, another wailing scream. Tears ran down her face and smeared mascara over its perfect skin. Another whiplash over her belly, leaving a long red mark, another pain filled wail as I flayed her.

“Suffer, bitch... suffer...” I hissed, allowing her to catch enough breath for a sobbed
“Please... mister Noooooahaaahaaaa..” that transitioned into another scream of agony as I hit her again. And again. And again, covering her perfect body with red bloody stripes and gashes.

“It will kill you, Anna...” I groaned as my lust and arousal reached new heights. “I will rape your flayed body, and then I will cut you open...”

I dawned on her. She wouldn’t survive this evening. Terror... disbelief... eyes wide in shock... how could this happen... that was the expression I wanted, and she was delivering. I whipped her further while she wailed in agony:

“No.. Oh God mister*crack*Aaaaaaaaaahhh, ahahahaaaa...pulease*crack*ahaaaahaaaaa...”

she screamed, sobbed, begged... she wanted to live, wanted to find a way, but each time her mind cleared, I drowned it with another wave of pain, giving her just enough time to really suffer the next lash, fear it, regain clarity that she will die today, before the pain would hit her. Again I whip her... Again...

I whip myself into a frenzy. I laugh as I torment her, as I cover her body with marks and bloody gashes. Blood runs in rivulets over her tits and belly, thighs and calves, drips from her feet into the dark grey gravel, colouring it dark crimson, which, in the dim light, looks deeply black. Again I hit her... and then again until her screams became inconsistent and weaker. I walk over to the crank and lower her. Just a little, so I can rape her while standing but preventing her feet from touching the ground, even when stretching. Nevertheless she stretches, tries to reach, moaning weakly as she tries to regain senses in a fog of pain. What an impressive will.

I drop the whip and release the knife, which keeps on dangling on its leather strap as a slope around my wrist.

“Let’s rape you now” I announce, and she stares at me. Fear. Pain. Disbelief. Begging. All these expressions mix in her beautiful face. That was what I wanted to see. I grab her waist, and she groans as my rough fingers press into the gashes that the whip left on them.

“Pleas...Mister... no.. please...” she whimpers.

“Yes. Anna...Yes!!!” I answer and wipe blood from her belly skin to lubricate my cock, smearing it over her belly in the process. “YESSS....” I hiss at her and spit onto her bloody left teat before wiping it off with my other hand to collect more crimson lubricate. After applying it on my raging hardon I massage my cocktip against her slit, probe it. She shakes her head... struggles...

“Nooo...” she wails.

“Yesss” I grunt and hit her with the brass knuckle directly into her belly. She coughs and retches, and I use the time to lift her onto my cock. She struggles further which earns her another hit, another bruise and then another, until I finally manage to push between her legs and penetrate her.

It is hard. She is tight. I stare into her face. She stares back. Shame. That was missing. Now its there.

“No.. not like this...” she groans in her haze of burning pain.

“Yess like this...” I grunt as I realize that she is still a virgin. “Enjoy the only sex that you will ever get” i add and then I thrust., carelessly, uncaring for how much it hurts her. Then again, deeper...

“Nooooahahnooooo” she whimpers, gaze averting mine.

“Yes...Yes...Yes... “ I answer, hitting her chest with the knuckle and pushing the air of her lungs, breaking a rib in the process... at least according to the sound and the feel...
“Yessss... suffer and die while I rape you Anna.”

I shout into her face after turning it forcefully towards me. Held by the chain and supported by my left, I begin to fuck her in a steady rhythm. She groans. Her breath rattles. She bawls and coughs whenever I land another blow with my brass knuckle enforced right on her torso.

“No, please noooo.... please....” she sobs while I rape her pussy.
“yes.. oh yes” I answer, ramming my cock in with even more fervour, just to make her suffer. I grab her bloody waist with both hands and begin to fuck her flayed, bruised and battered body. She cries. I am in heaven.

“I will rape you, and I will cut you open...” I grunt, and while I still keep holding her waist with my right, my left hand now encompasses the hilt of the combat knife, that dangles from the wrist and swung in the rhythm of the rape before. I lead it up to her belly, just between sternum and bellybutton. I make her feel its cold tip. Her face turns for me, transfixes me. She shakes her head.

“Please no... please...please...please” she pleads through sobbing spit bubbles on her lips.

“You are gonna diiiiiiiiiiiiie....” I answer and push the knife down, feeling the resistance which her taut belly muscles provide, while at the same time thrusting her up with a particularly hard thrust of my cock into her sex. The sharp knife glides into her belly and blood gushes from the wound immediately, covering her belly before running down her pelvis and onto our meeting genitals.

“Noarghgggh” she ends a scream with rattling voice, while I fuck her harder and pull the knife down leaving a deep cut that runs down her belly and ends below her belly button. She panics. I see it in her eyes. She will die, she realizes that through pain and shame, and glides into the terror of imminent death. Blood gushes from her belly, her head shakes disbelieving. How could this happen to her?

“mgawwd” she sobs through spitbubbles formed by tears.

“You have no idea...” I grunt, lean forwards kissing her mouth and leaving my own spit on those perfect lips. Then I take out the knife grab her with both hands again to rape her proper, while feeling how the blood that gushes from her belly lubricates the assault with fresh bubbly fluid. Her gaze was that of pure terror, complete disbelief. I knew it, Her mind was receding to a place where all these things weren’t really happening.

“Stay...” i said.

I released the brass knuckle and grabbed inside the open gash in her belly, tearing out her bowels, while still raping her pussy.

“uoorrkkssss” she rattles, retches. She would puke on me now, but she hung here for several days. There was nothing left in her bowels to puke out.
“Mhmmmmm.... yes you felt that” I hissed as her eyes fixated on me again. I grinned and pulled out more and more of her guts, while Anna was caught between retching, rattling breath and groaning.


“You will die here... bitch “ I shouted, as I felt my approaching orgasm.
“Here... feel that...” I added, as my right clasped about her bloody waist, pushing her down on my rigid cock. “Die while being raped”

“Nuarrgggghhlll” she answered.

For a short moment I released her from my grip, yet she was already too weak to struggle anyway.

I held her up by pure virtue of my cock in her pussy... well supported her, as the chain on her hands carried the brunt of her body, that was light anyway. Quickly I pulled out the remaining guts, and cut them off, leaving her lower belly empty besides....
“I am gonna masturbate myself with your cunt... cunt” I grunted, and while again supporting her with my left beneath her bloody ass, my right hand grabbed inside her belly, poked around until l found the soft flesh that was enclosing my rigid cock. I squeezed and she reacted:

“Aaaargggggghhhh..” she answered

“Yes you felt that” I replied, and grabbed around the flesh encompassing my cock. I thrust my hip, and press my hand. She whimpers lowly as I rape her, while at the same time masturbating myself with her pussyflesh, sensing the spongy meat of her womb at the back of my hand while I do it.

Faster and faster I fuck her dying body, staring into her blue, shocked eyes in a face that is simultaneously a grimace of pain, horror and resignation. I begin to feel my own orgasm approach again, almost unexpectedly early, as I really would have liked her to die when I cum. So I release her butt, but keep supporting her body by holding onto my throbbing cock through her vaginal flesh. My left clenches about the hilt of the combat knife again as I lift it...

“NOW I AM GONNA MURDER YOU...” I shout, and ram the knife into her neck, pull it out through the front, and like this release a shower of blood that gushes over us. She retches and her tongue lolls out, but she doesn’t seem to have the strength or nervous connections anymore to pull it back in.

“Die... Anna... Die...” I shout as I rape her further, fixating her eyes to catch the moment when she finally dies and I have succeeded murdering her. I ram the knife into her tit and use it as leverage raping her, then again, again. I hear her shallow breath rustling and rattling through the new holes in her neck and breast as her right lung collapses. I don’t stop. Again I stab her tit, rape her cunt and masturbate myself by it.

“Die... you bitch...diiiiie” I grunt and shove the blade through her tit deep into her chest while fucking her.

She begins to spasm and cramp, all over her body, as her brain, due to blood deprivation, releases some last incoherent orders. Another sensation that drives me towards orgasm. Then her breath stops, her blue eyes widen.... and go expressionless.
She dies, just as I cum in her.

“Yesssss...” I grunt into the chilly air of the abandoned warehouse, finally content.

Later I still had fun with her corpse. First I cut her head off. It really had the perfect expression between fear and pain, disbelief and utter horror, frozen by death like a three dimensional photo that could be touched. Absolute beauty met absolute horror. Her eyes were wide open, her face a grimace of terror, and her tongue had lolled out. She was dead like a doorknob, but that had never stopped me from abusing them further. I fucked her head through the esophagus and came in her dead mouth, aiming to make it look as if she had let the sperm run down her lolled out tongue. It took me some efforts of balancing the head back and forth and shooting two more orgasms through her dead gullet, but in the end I was content. I called this decoration work, even if it was barely work. I just loved how even in death I could debase them further. Now that rigor mortis was setting in it kept her gullet open though, which was a nice side effect, as it worked into my second planned decoration.

I cut out her womb and vaginal channel close to the “entrance”. With some fervor, I then cut off excess meat until I only held the meat pocket with womb and ovaries attached. Inspecting it , and also it’s insides, iI realize that her cervix was high, exposed and round. I had shot my own white juice onto it so I wasn’t sure if any of the whitish mucus was hers, but seeing her cervix I bet it was. So she had been fertile.

“Do you wonder if you already shot your load, Anna?. Do you think my fellas are fertilizing your egg, just so it can die later and join you?”

No answer of course. I had murdered her.

Grabbing into my doctor bag I pulled out thread, needles and a metal counterweight. I led the thread through the counterweight and bound them together. I took two hands length of thread and sewed it to her vaginal meatpocket, before taking up her head again. My sperm had dried on her dead tongue and made one wonder if she had just been a harlot that loved sperm games. Exactly the impression I had been going for. Rigor mortis had locked her mouth open in eternal terror, and because I had fucked it from behind when it set in, her gullet was wide open too. I sunk the counterweight in her throat, and as expected it came out from her open gullethole beneath. It allowed me to pull her cuntcanal through, and sew its entrance to the entrance of her esophagus, giving the bitch a nice neck cunt. I ordered the womb in her mouth, where it stuck far in the back beneath her soft palate. I put one of the whitish ovaries left, one to the right of her teeth to give it symmetry. They still hung on the pear sized womb, whose slimy and bloody top now clogged her gap, leaving her cervix to be somewhere down the back of her throat. Just to keep the impression I masturbated onto her lolled out tongue again, the blood of the wombflesh had wiped away some of my sperm. She was a harlot. She deserved this.

I gave her neck cunt a test drive and another one, unbelievably tight and satisfying, especially seeing her womb and ovaries rock and twitch in her mouth whenever I sunk my member especially hard. At last I open her belly up a little further and stuff her head inside, using the thread and counterweight, which were still dangling from her neck cunt, to line them up against her original cunthole. I sewed them together again, vaginal channel stuck in esophagus, to the opening of her cunt from which it was originally taken.

Then I fucked her. Her dead pale head with the lolled out tongue stared at me from the inside of her belly. Her ovaries in her mouth twitched with every thrust I did, as did the reddish womb. I came. I was in heaven. But my work wasn’t done.
First I carried her corpse down to meet all the other women inside the cold storage room. She really was a masterpiece. But so were the others. Raped and killed in the most horrifying ways possible. Here she would stay fresh until the preparations were finished. It was decomposable art, so every minute counted.

I went into the bureau and wrote a letter on the old typewriter, just as I had done with all the other girls. I wrote about her agony, her fear, her gruesome death in explicit detail, and also left out nothing about what I had done to her corpse afterwards. Her parents would love it. Then I sealed it in waterproof shrink wrap plastic and went back down into the cooling chamber, where I tacked the “report” to Anna’s flayed and bloody body, just like as I had done with all the other girls. She stared at me from her belly. I kissed her goodbye. Number 149. .. the number was on the report. It was important to keep track. Who would have thought that so many corpses could be stored here, when I began my work.

Next Saturday I will bring them all up into the big hall. Anna will be the central piece, hanging, where I killed her, just as every girl will be set up where she was raped and murdered. Then I go to the airport, take my flight back to my homecountry in eastern europe, and once I am there, I will send an anonymous tip to the city police.
There was no sense to create something beautiful in the abandoned warehouse, the whole place spoilt it by just... being itself. For terror and fear it was near perfect though.For my art it was the perfect exhibition room, and soon everyone would see.

I think about returning already. Start a new exhibition. In another city.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Valeria
Age: 18
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Scene: A gladiatrix fights to her death.

The Romanian dragged the unconscious woman into the room. The room was devoid of objects, except for a chair and a suitcase.
The woman was lifted up and lowered into the chair. The Romanian tied her hands behind her back, and tied her legs to the frame of the chair. He unrolled a strip of duct tape and planted it across her mouth. She groaned, her voice muffled by the tape.

The Romanian dug through the woman's purse. He flipped through her wallet, smiling. Ramona Williams, 25 years old, a native of Williamsburg, VA. A tape recorder and notepad was also found. A journalist. He grimaced, journalists were never his favorite. "Far away from home, aren't you?", he muttered to himself. He turned back towards the girl and sized her up.

She was dressed in a business suit, her pants and shirt were about a size too small, they hugged her voluptious body tightly. Her blonde hair was tied up into a neat ponytail. He walked over and unbuttoned her shirt, exposing a toned midriff. She began to stir. Her blue eyes slowly opened. She looked over at The Romanian, then realized she was was tied up. Her eyes shot wide open, and she began to scream. Or at least, she tried to scream. The tape was doing its job quite effectively.

"Shhhhhh", The Romanian shushed her, like a parent shushing his child. "Its no use screaming or crying. This is an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. No one will pass by, much less get in here." He motioned at the empty room. "Its all concrete, we are buttoned up tight." The man grinned at her, baring his teeth.

Ramona struggled against the restraints, her mind flooded with panic. The Romanian frowned, and slapped her across the cheek. "Please don't make it difficult for me, your fate is already decided."
He opened up the suitcase, and twirled it around so Ramona could see. A row of gleaming blades, each one more twisted looking than the last was inside.

"In my country, they would gut sheep with this one." The Romanian said, picking up a long, curved knife. He gently placed the tip at the bottom of her ribcage. The point indented her pale skin. Ramona didn't dare breath, sweat pouring down her face and chest. She looked at The Romanian, her eyes pleading with him.
He smiled, and pulled the knife down her torso, stopping at her pelvis. Ramona looked down in disbelief as her guts bulged out of the slit. Blood poured down from the wound and began to pool around her feet.

The Romanian placed the knife down, and reached into Ramona.
With a grunt, he widened the slit, allowing the rest of the unfortunate young woman's internal organs to tumble out onto her lap. She moaned in pain and terror. The Romanian took a smaller blade and expertly sliced away, disconnecting her guts from her body. He dumped the pile of viscera into a garbage bag. Ramona's eyes rolled upwards, her mind already slipping.

The Romanian knew the girl was dying fast, and he acted fast. He reached back in, and felt around. Her heart was still beating, although it was slowing down. He squeezed it, earning a gasp from Ramona, who was still conscious. He continued squeezing it, feeling the beat fade away. Ramona's body tensed, and arched its back, her strong legs pulling against its restraints. Finally, her heart went limp. He leaned in close, and heard Ramona's final exhale as she slumped forward. "Americans just don't seem to last as long as the girls in the old country" The Romanian sighed.

He sliced away at her heart, and dropped it into a jar of solution.
With a flourish, he wrote Ramona's name and age on the jar. This would be his 3rd heart in this city. He had a goal of at least 10.

The Romanian went back to the corpse, and began to saw at her neck. With a twist, he wrenched her head around, and pulled it away with a cracking sound. He put it down, and continued dismantling the body. He reached down, and cut away at her vagina, pulling her ovaries and womb out. He stuffed Ramona's sex organs into her mouth, and placed the head in her stomach cavity.

He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled. A sense of self satisfaction settled over him. He had ended another soul. At this same time yesterday, Ramona was probably getting ready for bed, clueless that her time on Earth would be cut short. He chuckled, and untied the corpse, rolling it into the garbage bag containing her guts. "You have a date with the incinerator, young miss", he whispered to the dead girl.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Mary Kycilia Price
Age: 22
Sex: F
Characteristics: A young fighter, Mary has trained all her life to be a Sex Kombatant studying at the Cunt Prep School for Sex Fighters. She has dark hair and dazzling green eyes and prefers a fairly showy lewd style of fighting. For an outfit she usually prefers a school girl skirt and top combo but occasionally may dress as in a Fuchsia MK2-style Ninja Outfit if it fits the theme. A more physical opponent she likes to smash into her opponent with her ass and smother them with her breasts. She also has a bit of a small obsession with panties.

Scene: A Mortal Kombat style fight taking place in an arena similar to Kahn's Arena from MK2 but with an empty throne and 'bed' platforms at ends of the arena. Lewd showy acts during the match to entertain the crowd are highly encouraged if you don't want the guards to punish you for a boring fight.

The air was chilly and overcast as Silvia Livona stepped out into the Londinium Arena. It was always that way in Londinium on that cursed island at the edge of the world. Londinium was a highly barbaric place and the arena was a shoddy imitation of better facilities elsewear in the empire.

The famed gladiatrix Silvia Livona surveyed the crowd with contempt - a few expats and a number of barely civilized barbarian Celts, a crowd hardly worth the effort but she was on tour and the show had to go on. Silvia was dressed as a retiarius possessing a net and trident for this battle. Wearing just a loincloth and bound breasts her agility would be key in the upcoming fight. It also showed off her beautiful olive skin, dark hair, gleaming green eyes, and athletic figure better which was important for entertaining the crowd.

He opponent into the arena, a local 'champion' (or what passed for a champion in this backwater outpost of Empire) 'Valeria' dressed as a Murmillo - a theme inspired by the mormylos, the sea fish. A heavily armored theme but very limited by the bulky armor, she did have a more versatile weapon in the gladius though. In any case the ancient battle between fisher and sea monster was about to begin.

"We who are about to die salute you" she shouted along with this 'Valeria' in the direction of the local administrator and then Silvia turned as steeled herself for battle.

Valeria decided to try to strike first with a rather foolish headlong change that Silvia was able to sidestep and deftly toss her net over the poor fighter. Valeria crashed to the ground tangled in the net. Silvia scoffed this fighter was beyond pathetic and she could end the fight right now as the wrench struggled. She had a duty to entertain the crowd though and might as well as give these expats and barbarians a hell of a show at Valeria's expense.

"Pathetic!", Silvia yelled dramatically, "Let's see if you are even a REAL WOMAN!". Reaching through the net Silvia ripped off Valeria's loin cloth revealing her woman hood and unbound her breasts which flopped pleasingly. She next knocked off the helmet revealing a teary eyed and shocked blond hared blue eyed barbarian woman.

"Crying?", Silva mocked, "Did some arena sand get up in your cunt!? You need to train and steel yourself for a fight!". With that Silva picked up a handful of arena sand and stuffed it up into her opponent's womanhood as the crowd howled with laughter. Silva then spied her opponent's gladius nearby and picked it up.

"Foolish girl!", Silvia mocked again, "Don't you know that you should always return your gladius to it's sheath when you are done with it?!" With a deft move Silva then stabbed Valeria's gladius deep into her pussy. Valeria cried out in an ear-shattering scream as the gladius hit home and began crying harder. The crowd cheered and laughed wildly.

Silvia then pulled the net off her opponent and stood her on her knees. Standing behind her she took a Gladius offered by a stage hand and placed it at the shocked and crying Valeria's throat. The crowd was very displeased with Valeria and called out for Silvia to end this "Champion's" career.

"Sorry Sister," Silvia whispered in Valeria, "but those are the breaks... and sorry for what is to come I have to put on a good show and you didn't help at all."

Silvia cleared her throat.

"This wrench wasn't even a real woman!", Silvia yelled to the crowd, "She already has a gladius in her crotch, she might as well as die a boy and not defame the womanhood!"

Silvia then with a couple of deft moves used the razor sharp Gladius to slice off her screaming opponent's breasts and then she cut off Valeria's long blond hair leaving it short and boyish as the crowd continued reeling with laughter.

"Say hello to plouton for me!" Silvia jeered as with a swift motion she beheaded the disgraced Valeria. The crowd cheered but Silvia knew she had to pad out a bit more time to keep the crowd entertained and perhaps earn some gifts from fans.

"Such an exhausting effort!", Silvia sighed, "I need to let loose some steam now and it looks like I have an eager boy here!"

Silvia then seductively pulled off her loincoth showing off her womanhood and unbound her breasts as the crowd cheered wildly. Silvia seductively stretched and moaned before sitting down next to her fallen opponent. She then grabbed Valeria's head and rubbed it against her crotch miming that it was giving her head.

"Yes! Yes!", She screamed, "Valeria you're a much better lover than a fighter!" The crowd continued to howl with laughter. Silvia continued to pleasure herself with Valeria's head moaning pleasingly.

Finally Silvia gripped Valeria's head in her mighty thigh and mimed a mighty orgasm as she crushed the poor barbarian girls head into to pulp between her mighty thighs.

The crowd cheered wildly as Silvia stumbled up right and brushed off some of the gore from her crotch and thighs. She then lifted a sword into the air in triumph and then bowed before walking off stage. Another successful fight - even if the other performer was terrible she could hold the crowd on her own with her special talents and assets...


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K/V: Victim
Name: Emma
Age: 31
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Scene: You are a cartel hitman sent to kill the wife of a police chief

Today was the first match of the year long World Death Fight Tournament. My opponent was a young woman named Mary Kycilia Price. I was quite a few years older, and a veteran of these lethal matches. She was dressed in a schoolgirls uniform, but even then I could see she was extremely fit. Her thighs and arms were sculpted from muscle. Mary moved with a feline like gracefulness, her long raven hair tied into a pony tail.

She bowed, and I bowed back. The gong was rung, and the fight was on. Mary circled around me, her arms raised in a fighting stance. I kept my hands by my sides, waiting to see if she would strike. She moved in, her hands whipping towards my throat.
I shifted balance and dodged her attack.

She yelped in surprise as I grabbed her in a chokehold, and slammed her into the ground. She was young and fit, but I had experience. I steadily squeezed my arms around her neck. Her hands beat and scratched at my face and forearms, but I ignored it. Her green eyes filled with panic as she slowly asphyxiated under my stranglehold. The acrid scent of urine filled the air as she pissed herself, and her eyes began to roll up. Her mouth opened wide in a desperate attempt to suck in oxygen and her legs strained as she tried to wrench herself out of my grasp.

Mary's body went limp as she lost consciousness. I immediately relaxed my grip, letting the girl collapse. I placed one finger on her neck. There was a pulse still. Perfect for me, I could have some fun with her. I unbuttoned her school uniform, revealing a voluptious body, with a pair of soft, large breasts, milky white skin, and a firm belly. I ran my hand down her toned abdomen. Her warmth and feminine smell aroused me, and my hands continued down until they met the damp crotch of her piss soaked panties. I pulled them down and inserted two fingers into her pussy. Mary groaned as I dug in. Astonishingly, her hymen was still intact.

I pulled down my shorts, revealing my own rather stiff erection. I lifted her pelvis and planted my cock into her virgin pussy. Mary's eyes opened, and she squeaked as I roughly pumped in and out of her sex. Her face flushed and she gripped my shoulders, her nails sinking into my flesh. With a grunt, I came. Mary moaned, a mixture of shame and pleasure crossing her face. While she laid still, her chest heaving, I once again wrapped my forearms around her neck. "Enjoy that while you can." I whisper in her ears, before twisting my arms. Her body twitched as her head was wrenched almost 90 degrees to the side. Her emerald green eyes widened, then dulled as Death came for her soul. I kissed her soft, pink lips and closed her eyelids. I gently laid her corpse down, and rose to my feet.
I turned to the cameras, and bowed.


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Name: Jasmine Vincent
Age: 24
Sex: F
Characteristics: See Image
Scene: She is a YouTube star who has recently spoken out against your client's underground sex trafficking. He wants you to force her to strip on camera and kill her painfully, then use her computer to upload the footage to her channel. You will be paid extra if you can force her to masturbate before being snuffed.


Last night I pulled my SUV into the driveway of a vacant house, right across the street from the home of my latest target, and slept in the backseat. I awoke at dawn and watched through my back window as the family of Jerry Chang left for their daily routine. Of course, they couldn't see me as the window was tinted, but Jerry, the first to get up and leave for work, glared at me for several minutes before he drove off. With him being a cop, I marked it off as him being paranoid, plus if I killed him I wouldn't get paid; my client wanted him filled with grief, not bullets.

My target, a busty blonde of thirty-one, emerged from the house an hour later in a grey shirt and cargo shorts, with three kids – all between the ages of nine and thirteen. In my earlier days I probably would have felt a twinge of guilt at robbing children of their parents, but my years of killing had desensitized me to such an extent that I considered whether or not I should check for potential witnesses and gun them all down right there. I was only hired to kill the woman, though, and I hated doing more work than I was being paid for. So I just waited until the kids got on a school bus and their mother went back in the house.

After she went in I climbed to the front of the vehicle and, after checking to see if everything was clear, got out and walked across the street. I drew a 9mm pistol from my jacket and attached a suppressor as I crossed the yard. A slow turn of the knob revealed it to be unlocked, so I let myself in.

She was sitting on the couch with a remote in her hand, wearing nothing but her panties; the shirt and cargo shorts were bundled up at the left end of the couch. Her head turned towards me, her eyes wide, and she desperately reached for her clothes.

"Who the hell..."

Her screech was cut off as I fired two rounds into her forehead. Her head jerked back as specks of blood flew into the air, then drooped forward as her body collapsed onto the floor.

I left and shut the door behind me. Her body was found that afternoon when her oldest daughter returned home from school.


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V/K: Victim
Name: Jennifer Devereux
Age: 26
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. After two tours in the Middle East, she left the Marines and joined a private military firm. Tough, cunning, dedicated to her job. Has a young daughter back in the States that she supports with her mercenary pay.
Scene: You've been hired to assassinate the head of state of a West African state. Unfortunately, a western PMC has been hired as bodyguards. Deal with them before eliminating your target.


Ben slowly pushed opened the door to the bedroom and crept in, his hand firmly gripping a silenced Colt Woodsman. The bubbly young blonde was in the midst of playing some kind of videogame while blathering on into a mic. There was a webcam set up above her PC monitor. Ben smiled to himself. Perfect, there was already a web stream set up. That bonus was his.

He padded over to the girl and jammed the gun against her neck. She shrieked and twirled around, her hands flying up. "What the fu-" she cried, before Ben grabbed her by the hem of her T-shirt and threw her to the other side of the bedroom. She stood up, hands raised in a pathetic attempt to protect herself. "Please don't hurt me!" she squealed.

"Strip", he commanded. The blubbering girl immediately took off her shirt, revealing a perky pair of tits. She fumbled with her skinny jeans, hurriedly stripping them down, along with her panties. A neatly trimmed patch of golden fuzz topped her vagina.
She covered herself with her hands and glared at Ben, blushing furiously. He turned the webcam toward her, pistol still leveled towards her chest. "Masturbate", he ordered.

Jasmine obliged. Her slender hand reached down and began to rub her pussy. Her other hand grasped her right tit and squeezed. The young woman bit her lower lip as her rubbing intensified, her fear mixing with intense arousal. Ben could see a clear liquid drip down from Jasmine's vagina. She finally reached orgasm and gasped, squirting all over her fingers.

Dispassionately, Ben squeezed his trigger finger four times in rapid succession, four small holes appearing in a tight grouping between Jasmine's firm, perfectly shaped tits. The young woman fell back, her sky blue eyes wide in shock. Slowly, she slumped down, leaving a trail of blood on the wall. Her hands clasped at her chest, but Ben knew that her wounds were fatal. The rounds would have penetrated her lungs, heart, and spinal column. He walked over to the dying girl, knelt down, and forced her face up. He stared into her eyes, and she stared back. Tears slipped down her cheeks as her soft lips parted, blood pouring forth. She mouthed a question, her eyes filled with fear and sadness. Ben shook his head. The girl closed her eyes and exhaled. She never inhaled again.

Ben let go of her head, and the body fell over on its side, blood pooling around it. As he stepped out of the room, he took on last glance at the PC monitor. The stream chat was on fire, dozens of comments being made each second. Ben knew that the police were on their way. He saluted the webcam and exited the room.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Nila Oakwood
Age: 19
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. A skilled swordswoman, and proud of it.
Scene: Goblin attack on her hometown.

Abdullah slowly crept up on the dozing American mercenary, his combat knife at the ready. The woman had leaned her rifle on the wall, and her sidearm was in its shoulder holster. She slept, seated in a plastic lawn chair inside the guard hut. Abdullah smiled at his good fortune. His fellow assassins were dealing with the other guards and would soon kill their primary target. All he had to do was deal with the western beauty in charge of the PM's security detail.

The assassin placed his gloved hand over her mouth and pulled her back. At the same time, he swiftly stabbed the woman in the chest, sinking his blade deep into her firm flesh. Her eyes shot wide open and she emitted a muffled scream. Abdullah kept a firm grip on her mouth and his knife as her hands scrabbled at his face and arm.

Unfortunately, Abdullah's knife had punctured her heart. After a few frantic seconds, her fit body relaxed. Abdullah felt the woman's last breath exhale into his palm and saw her bright blue eyes roll up as death took her. Her muscular arms dropped to her side as her head fell forward. He held her in place for a minute, breathing in the scent of her perfume, sweat and blood. His earpiece crackled as the primary team reported their success. Abdullah let go of the woman, her corpse dropping limply to the floor. He knelt down and pulled the knife out of her chest, wiping the blood off with her tight fitting shirt.


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Goblin corpses littered the cobblestone clad streets, the pungent scent of spilt blood wafted in the air. Amidst the chaos, Nila fought on.

The beautiful young swordswoman has already proven her worth against the initial wave of goblin onslaught, carrying an air of elegance and grace, she weaved between the goblin ranks and left nothing but swift death in her wake.

There's something special about her, soon the goblins realised that they were no match for the skilled sword mistress, and they'll need someone of her calibre to take her down. With a shrill battlecry, the goblins called for reinforcements.


Gigantic, brutish creatures with streaks of sadism that would even put a horde of goblins to shame.

The ogres drooled at the sight of the armoured girl, undressing her with their bloodshot eyes as they charged towards her with a bellowing howl.

Even the mightiest warrior would have trouble taking on that many ogres at once, soon poor Nila was disarmed, with her trusty blade ripped from her grasp and tossed aside. A sharp gasp escaped her lips when an ogre tackled her from behind, pinning her against the bloodstained pavements. He grabbed a handful of her armour and began tearing them apart as if they were made out of paper, his face pressed against her's, she could feel his hot, putrid breath against her neck.

The poor girl's soon stripped completely naked, surrounded by four ogres with one directly on top of her.

"No! Please! Not like this!" She shrieked, the once proud swordswoman bucked and flailed beneath the ogre's overwhelming bulk, but to no avail. Her futile struggle only seemed to arouse the beast even further as he placed the tip of his fully erect cock, which is the size of a man's arm, covered in sharp barbs and bluish veins, against the opening of her anus.

"N-NO!" She screamed. "SOMEONE HEL-"

Wrapping his muscular arm around the poor girl's narrow waist, the ogre impaled his throbbing into Nila's virgin anal canal without an ounce of tenderness. A banshee-like wail came ripping out of her throat as she felt the lower part of her body was being torn apart when the monster's cock literally split her pelvic bone in two pieces.

Thrusting in and out of her ruined ass, the ogre reduced the innards of the poor girl to tiny shreds of gore with his shaft, ripping large globs of viscera and internal organs out of the fist sized hole that was once Nila's anus. A warm stream of bloodied urine came oozing out of her unviolated womanhood as she final expired.

Nila's body was worn as a cocksleeve for the victorious ogre for days, after her demise, the town finally fell to the hands of the goblins. Every man, woman and child were either slain or ritualistically sacrificed to the dark gods worshiped by the goblins.

There were no survivors.

K/V: Victim
Name: Sophie
Age: 24
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image attached. A charismatic lawyer, proud of her well-endowed breasts.
Scene: She's working on a sadistic serial rapist-murder case, little did she know she will be his next victim.


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V/K: Victim
Name: Emily
Age: 26
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. A PE teacher for a mid-sized suburban highschool.
Scene: A disgruntled former student vents his rage against the unfortunate teacher

Sophie struggled against her restraints as masked man ripped open the front of her blouse. Her breasts popped out, bouncing as she desperately tried to recoil away from the roaming hands of her abductor. "Please, let me go", she pleaded as the man groped her tits. He stayed silent, his hands strayed further down her curvaceous body.

Sophie closed her eyes and sobbed as she felt those hands pull down her skirt and panties. Something cold and metallic was inserted into her privates, and she slowly opened her eyes. A long cylinder with a single flashing red LED was jammed into her vagina. The man was nowhere to be seen.

"W-wha-?" was all she could utter before the cylinder exploded. Everything below Sophie's ribcage disappeared in a flash of light. Sophie's eyes bulged. Blood squirted out of her mouth and nose in a burst of crimson. Her organs drooped out, no longer supported by muscle and skin. A vast lake of blood and meat chunks were all that was left of her legs and lower torso. "Ooh god", Sophie uttered in disbelief. Her head slumped, as the young lawyer's heart stilled from sheer shock.


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K/V: Killer
Name: Mary Kycilia Price
Age: 22
Sex: F
Characteristics: A young fighter, Mary has trained all her life to be a Sexy Kombatant. She has dark brown hair and dazzling green eyes and prefers a fairly showy lewd style of fighting. For an outfit she wears a school girl skirt and top combo. A more physical opponent she likes to smash into her opponent with her ass and smother them with her breasts but isn't opposed to some gore if it entertains the crowd. She also has a bit of a small obsession with panties.

Scene: A Mortal Kombat style fight taking place in an arena of her opponent's choosing.

(Yeah, I did her before months ago as a victim but we haven't had a Killer for a bit and it seems fun.)

It was another fine day at Reliant high school as Emily Kirk walked into her darkened gym. A few minutes ago she had received a text message from her lover and principle of the school Kevin Marcus suggesting they meet in the Gym for a "wrestling match" on the mats.

Emily felt herself get wet as the shadowed form of a man approached. he and got closer and closer. Suddenly she felt a great blow to her midsection as the mysterious figure delivered a powerful gut punch.

Emily fell to the ground and looked up in shock as the lights came on. Before her was Nicholas Kahn, an old student of hers, who had once been a weakling nerd but was now well muscled and powerful looking… and as Emily had to admit looking very sexy in an open chested jacket.

"Ah, Emily… my 'old teacher'." Kahn said looking down at Emily. "Do you know the Sicilian proverb that tells us revenge is a dish that is best served cold? It is very cold… in this gym."

"Where's Kevin?", Emily asked in a start.

"Marcus has been dealt with." Khan indicated to a corner of the gym where Marcus' corpse lay.

"NO!!!", Emily cried as she saw the twisted remains of her lover.

"It seems I've hurt you." Kahn sneered, "And I wish to go on… hurting you. You who ruined me when you forgot me while on a school trip to Sicily. For five years I roamed the streets as a beggar until a group of mad scientists adopted and improved me with their genetic experiments. I am no longer a weakling you can just forget."

With that Kahn pounced on Emily and got on top of her. With a number of rapid punches he began rapidly punching her breasts.

Emily started moaning as the pain drove her exicitement and her panties became soaked.

"Wait!" Khan said with surprise, "You're getting turned on by this?"

Emily grimaced through the pain and nodded. Pain was one of her turn ons and being dominated by a well muscled man was invigorating.

With a roar Khan tore Emily's clothes off and pointed at a safety cone.

"I want to see you do some squats" Kahn demanded.

With eager excitement Emily positioned herself over the cone and squatted. The plastic cone penetrated her womanhood as she flushed with excitement. She rose and fell faster and faster on the cone as her heart beat got faster and faster. She felt herself getting close to an orgasm when a right hook connected with her face and she was sent flying back.

Emily looked up woozily as Khan removed his jacket and pants revealing his enormous cock.

"Excellent, my dear." Khan thanted, "Now there is ample space for my seed."

Khan then pounced on Emily and Emily grimaced as Khan roughly slammed his manhood like a torpedo into her abused pussy. Khan drilled her deep and it was too much for Emily as the shields of what little dignity she had left fell. She surrendered into the throes of passion as her body clenched. She then felt a wave of passion build up in her as Kahn came into her, filling her womb with so much seed that she thought that the structual integrity of her body might fail and she would pop like a balloon.

"While for some this might be the Genesis of new life…", Khan said with steely eyes staring deep into Emily's own, "this is instead the Genesis of my revenge."

With that Khan's muscular hands grasped Emily's neck. Emily tried to struggle and gasp for breath but Khan was just too strong for her.

"Your air should be getting quite thin by now." Khan mocked

Slowly the world faded away as all went dark for Emily.

Khan kept hold of Emily's corpse until it had grown cold and then with a heft tossed her corpse up and into a basketball goal where her body was found the next day hanging from the rim nude and covered in dried cum.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Ludmila
Age: 21
Sex: F
Characteristics: A talented young Russian ballerina, Ludmila was called to a 'private audition' by her agent. She was not told that the audition involves being raped and snuffed by for wealthy oligarchs in extremely sadistic manners.
(Be creative!)

Today marked the quarter-final match of the Iron Lady Cup. Two gorgeous contestants strided into the haunted Colosseum arena silently, accompanied by the roaring cheers from the ghostly audience.

From the east gate entered Mary Kycilia Price, a muscular raven haired young lass donning a schoolgirl uniform, her well endowed breasts jiggled as she raised her arms in the air and saluted the cheering crowd. Her opponent for this match was a princess from a tiny east European country, a lithe and beautiful blonde clad in a navy blue leotard, leaving very little of her well sculpted physique to imagination.

The kombatants moved into their starting position, the masked referee raised a pistol towards the heavens and pulled the trigger.

The fight's on.

The young princess dashed towards Mary with a feline-like grace, hands clenched in fists and held at eye level, letting out a high-pitched battle cry as she lunged towards Mary with a well placed punch. The schoolgirl nimbly weaved herself out of harm's way, then planted one hand on the inside of the attacking girl's forearm and another on the outside of her forearm. Before the princess could even react, Mary pushed in both directions simultaneously and snapped the poor girl's arm like a matchstick.

The girl shrieked in pain, with one arm dangling beside her slim body she attempted to knee Mary in the stomach - but her attack was swiftly intercepted as the schoolgirl forcefully popped her femur of her pelvis with a mighty tug, yielding yet another horrific scream from the leotard-clad princess. Tears rolled down her face as the feeling of undeniable fear of death began to surface in the depth of her mind.

*Snap* *Crack* *Pop*

A scream, then, whimpers.

It didn't take long at all for Mary to break all of the poor girl's limbs. Despite her best efforts, the princess's years of dedicated training was no match for Mary's lifetime of experience, with her victim utterly defenseless and only capable of squirming on the ground like a dying fish out of water, Mary decided to finish the job. She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her large, creamy breasts, then accompanied by the cheering crowd, she straddled the ragdoll of a woman on the ground and planted her large breasts over her face.

The girl's sapphire eyes widened with fear as muffled screams escaped her lips, with all of her limbs out of commission, there's nothing she could do to wrench herself out of Mary's deadly embrace. Her large, beguiling eyes soon rolled up as a thin puddle of urine leaked out between her shapely thighs.

Mary could feel the girl's struggles weakening with every passing second, just when the girl's about to expire she grabbed her head, and ripped it cleanly off her body. As the girl's headless body spasmed and squirted blood all over the arena, Mary stood up triumphant, with her victim's head in one hand she turned to the crowd, and raised it high in the air.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Emi
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: See pic

Vladimir took a sip of scotch and relaxed. This was the third year he had held this private get together in his lodge located in the wilds of Siberia. Only his closest friends were invited. All of them extremely wealthy, extremely brutal men. Their shared experiences in the violence of the chaotic 90's gave them a taste for the extreme and illegal. Vladimir smiled as he thought of the surprise he had in store for them.

The surprise timidly entered the room. The laughter and chatter stopped abruptly. "Gentlemen, this here is Ludmila Grigoryev, a very talented ballet dancer from Moscow", Vladimir introduced the girl. She was a beauty, soft brown eyes, brunette hair tied up in a neat bun, graceful limbs that hinted at muscular power, and flawless pale skin that seemed to glow under the lights. "How old are you again, Ludmila?", Vladimir asked paternally. "I turned 21 last week", she murmured. Her voice was almost angelic in its softness. Vladimir felt his dick twitch as he imagined how they would maker that beautiful voice cry for the mercy of death.

The men slowly surrounded Ludmila, their eyes filled with barely disguised lust. The girl realized too late that this was no ordinary audition. She twirled around, looking for an exit and Misha, her agent, but to no avail. Both had disappeared.
Greedy, powerful hands stripped Ludmila of her ballet uniform, tearing it to shreds. Ludmila cried out in fear and pain as she was pushed down to the floor. Tears welled in her big brown eyes.

"Alright, my friends. Enough with this playtime stuff, you want to see the real show, yes?", Vladimir shouted. Cheers rose up from the men as they all marched up to join him at the bar. Ludmila curled up into a fetal position, sobbing. Vladimir's thugs came and dragged her down to the pit, then forced her to spread her legs. Her arms were tied to a pole embedded into the wall. They scurried away to join their boss.

The siberian tiger had been deliberately starved for two days. It stepped into the pit, eyes locked onto the shivering young woman. Ludmila felt warm piss run down her legs as she stared down the vicious predator cat. The tiger pounced, its razor sharp claws slicing open Ludmila's taut belly. Her guts burst out as the starved animal buried its muzzle deep into Ludmila's organs.

She screamed in agony and terror, her eyes bulging. In sheer bestial desperation, she kicked at the tiger, her powerful dancers legs managing to push the tiger away for a moment. The big cat roared, more in annoyance than anything else. Ludmila tried to back away, but her restraints kept her in place. The tiger leapt forward once more, this time clamping its jaws around Ludmila's left breast. It tore the fatty lump off her chest with ease. "Mama, mama, it hurts, it huuurts so much", the girl whined. Her face was pale as she slowly bled out. The tiger resumed its feeding, tugging at ropes of intestine as it satiated its hunger. Ludmila finally passed away from blood loss and shock, 20 minutes after getting attacked.

Grigor turned to Vladimir and chuckled. "Oh that was good, my friend. I can't wait for you to one up yourself next year!"
Vladimir smiled, and raised a cup towards the still remains of the girl.
"She was a good performer, wasn't she?".


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K/V: Victim
Name: Unnamed
Age: 19, probably.
Sex/Characteristics: see for yourself.
Scene: You're a Consigliere for a powerful Mafia boss in the early 70's. Your boss knows you have a thing for cute short haired brunettes with ample chests.
He also knows you might have darker desires. You've helped him build his empire and now he's offering you his appreciation in the form of this gift - a tied girl and a dark basement full of [i]tools[/i]. Whether she'll only get a scare tonight or will be handed over to some Soldiers - in a bodybag - is up to you.

Alternate scenario: come up with your own.


11:49 AM, Quebec, Canada

Though I do not see the point of it, Diana ordered me to take some time off and relax for a while - as there are no high profile targets currently available for me.

So I am relaxing, I guess - walking down the streets and honing my socialization skills.

I get on a bus. It's nearly empty, but there's a young school girl with abnormally large breasts and the seat next to her is empty.

I take it.

"Your back must be killing you." I told the girl next to me in the bus, in an exercise of empathy.

She blushed.

"Yes… it used to be a pain when I was growing, but it got better with exercise." she said shyly, putting on a smile.

I talked with her until she got off the bus. Emi was a high-school senior, living alone in a condo on the top floor. Her shyness must have been an act, since by the end of our 10 minute conversation she had no issue inviting me over to her place for a few drinks and fun. Her overly developed female body and lack of parental guidance probably steered her down a path of promiscuity. Due to my hairless head she probably couldn't tell my age, but my sculpted body must have piqued her female mate seeking algorithms. I said I'd call her and planted a tracking device on her as she left.

Practice makes perfect. Assassinating young Emi will be a breeze.


Emi is in her living room, slouched on her sofa and swiping away on her phone like a drone. She must have just gotten home, because she's still wearing her school uniform - her obnoxiously large tits nearly unbuttoning her shirt. In her current position I can't get a clean shot through both her breasts. She keeps her legs crossed and constantly plays with them, making a clean shot in her cunt also unlikely. She's giving me sniper blue balls.

I decide to call her.

She picks up.

"Hey Emi. What's up?" I ask innocuously.

"Oh, nothing much…I'm just chilling… home… all alone." she says, suggestively.

"That's a bit sad… I've been thinking about you all day - your young athletic body drives me… [i]ballistic[/i]."

"Oh…" she says and puts her free hand on her heaving chest.

"Tell me, what do you like about my body?" she asks, lightly moaning while she stimulates herself.

"Isn't it obvious?" I ask her playfully, as she unbuttons her shirt.

"My big, juicy and perky tits ?" she asks, pinching her massive nipples.

"Oh. I'd shoot all sorts of stuff on those… through those… but I like your cute smile and your apparent innocence even more." I tell her.

"I'm thinking about you too." she says and moans into the phone like a cow. "Where are you?"

"On my way to you, Emi. I'm about to ravage that teen little pussy of yours." I say, provoking her to masturbate.

She doesn't say anything for a few seconds. The only things I can hear from her are light exhales and a faint shlick as she starts fingering herself. The little slut isn't even wearing panties under her dress. Her gigantic fat sacs are moving on her chest like mountains of jello, jolting with every quiver of her meaty thighs. Her reddish brown slit is fully visible through the window. Her sex is begging to be penetrated, but probably not by a 7.62x51 NATO.

"I'll be… wet and waiting." she says and hungs up, probably wanting both her hands free.

I'm on the rooftop of the adjacent building, about 50 meters away. From my position I could probably take off the top of her right tit and still splatter her brain. I decide to watch her masturbate a bit more, maybe an even better shot will present itself.




She started suckling at her own big fatty mammary, stimulating her nipple. I draw in air and hold my breath as I slowly squeeze the trigger, aim on the center of her glob of jello. Moments before her demise, Emi pushes her pelvis upwards, propping herself on her feet and frantically fingers her mound down bellow - probably on the edge of an orgasm. My reflexes kick in and I switch the target to the middle of her sex.


I've fired the Walther WA2000 countless times and can completely ignore it's recoil and muzzle flash. My eyes only capture the few frames in which Emi suddenly drops on the couch and stops moving. Her face goes through a myriad of quick contortions before it stops on an expression of ecstasy, her mouth open wide and her eyes rolled over. I can picture the scene in slow motion. The bullet must have brutally parted the lips of her sex, then effortlessly penetrated through her cervix, leaving only a searing path in her womb, then exiting through her lower belly. The second stop in the bullet's route was Emi's chin. It went through her lower chin, probably passing through her tongue, before forcing it's way through her cranium - splintering the bone and sending splinters through her brain, while the sheer kinetic force compacted the soft mushy tissue of her brain, interrupting normal functioning in a large conic area around the bullet's trail. Considering the caliber and the angle, it went out the other side and did a mess on the couch, before also penetrating it and finding it's final resting place in the floor. All of this took under 0.2 seconds - considering muzzle velocity and distance. I fired a solid steel bullet, so there wouldn't be any fragments and I'd more easily retrieve the bullet and hide any evidence.

I pause to look at Emi's breathless body as it lays slumped on the couch, one leg on it and one leg hanging on the floor. A stream of blood is freely pouring from her sex as her heart is probably still pumping - not having received the update of the brain's death yet. I contemplate firing into her huge tits, but I realize the bullet would just pass through and it wouldn't be much fun to see them bounce a little, instead of being completely destroyed. It would only damage the window further and increase the odds of my gun being identified. Furthermore, the neighbors won't bat an eye to one odd suppressed noise, but more might send some alarm. As it is now, it is a perfect one shot clean kill. My reflexes have certainly been tested this night.

I'll remove the bullet from the scene and leave Emi to rest for a while. She probably will rot for a few days before anyone realizes she's missing - or maybe I'm wrong and they'll notice… not like it matters.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Luca
Age: 14
Sex: M
Characteristics: See image.
Scene: In a dimly lit park, a gang of punks decide to have a little fun with a young crossdresser.

She was just his type. Short dark hair, slender frame, big juicy tits.
He didn't know her name, and he didn't really care. Another lost 18 year old girl, in with the wrong crowd, at the wrong place, and in the wrong time.

Gently, he pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles, revealing a neatly trimmed bush. He took a vibrator and inserted it into her pussy, flicking the switch on. The girl moaned through her gag, her body twitching in equal amounts of pleasure and fear.

He ran a hand over the rough wooden handle of the axe. Its blade was chipped and worn from years of use.
The man turned to the girl, who was just on the edge of orgasm.

The teenager arched her back as she came, straining against the ropes binding her hands and legs as waves of ecstatic release crashed over her. She opened her eyes and saw the man standing over her, axe raised above his head.

He swung down. A meaty thud reverberated around the cellar.

The girl's head rolled away, leaving a trail of blood that lead back to her torso. Her truncated neck squirted a jet of blood that splashed bright red against the cool grey concrete floor. That soon became a mere dribble as her heart stopped pumping.

The man unzipped his pants and grabbed his rock hard cock. He only had to jerk it 4-5 times before he exploded, off-white cum splattering over the deceased girl's cooling breasts.


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K/V: Victim
Age: 17
Sex: F


Bad form to do a request without writing a piece for the previous post.


Honestly if he just at writing, then thanks for not going for it and giving us options. Someone can always pick up the red head step daughter.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Sarah
Age: 20
Sex: F
Characteristics: See pic

She watched from the far corner of the room hiding in the shadows. The beautiful red head bound in chains, her cries echoing off the stone walls. She came closer dragging her axe behind her, the horrid scrapping noises causing the girl and flinch and scream louder. This only lasted a few more seconds before the axe cleaved her head in two, her body now hanging limp from her restrains as blood gushes down her body. She drops the axe and gets closer to the still warm body, twitching as it's last bit of life is drained from her. Unlocking the chains she lets the body fall to the floor as she strips herself. Crawling on top of the body she begins to furiously finger herself as she licks the dead corpse from head to toe. Until a violent orgasm overcomes her and she squirts all over the dead corpse.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Elena
Age: 18
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Scene: While her friends have gone out drinking, Elena has opted to stay in her dorm room, all alone.


He watched Sarah sit in her usual spot at the Starbucks, a vente mocha latte in one hand, her phone in the other, earbuds plugged in. The young woman was smiling, and the man imagined what she was feeling happy about. Perhaps a text from her boyfriend? Maybe something from her mom?

He sighed. There was that feeling again, the same feeling he got every time he was "on the job". He lifted his head and peered down the magnified optic, keeping the crosshairs squarely on Sarah's chest. Center mass, the cluster of vital organs that would guarantee a fatal wound.

The man exhaled, and slowly squeezed the trigger until he felt the clean break. The point of no return. The firing pin struck the primer, sending a .30 calibre projectile flying down range. The rifle kicked, a flat POP emanating from the fat silencer attached to the muzzle.

The round cleared 800 feet in under a second, punching into Sarah's chest and drilling through her sternum main body. The jacketed soft point projectile began to expand, carving a large wound cavity through her heart and right lung before exiting out her back in a spray of blood. The young woman flew back, knocking over her chair and crashing into a young couple entering the coffee shop.

Even from his sniping spot, the man could hear the shocked screams. He smiled, and collected his rifle, ejecting the spent case and dropping it into a nearby dumpster.
Another hit completed.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Ellie
Age: 22
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Scene: A kindhearted volunteer nurse in a warzone, her hospital has fallen to the brutal and sadistic invaders.


The masked man hid beneath the Elena's bed and listened intently. A cruel smile slowly appeared on his face when he heard Elena wishing her friends a good time before closing and chaining the door. A deep silence washed over the dorm.

She's all alone now, all alone and vulnerable, like a stray lamb in the company of wolves.

His heart raced when he heard the unmistakable creaky sound of the room door being opened, his knuckles whitened as he tightened the grip on his knife - Tonight she will be his, and he will have his trophy.

He could see her carelessly walking into the room, utterly unaware of what horror awaits her. The masked man's mouth salivated in delight as she stopped in front of her dress closet and pondered which dress she should wear for her tinder date tomorrow evening. With her back against him, he knew it's either now or never, slithering silently out from under the bed, he grabbed the young blonde from behind and effortlessly tossed her onto the bed.

She screamed, shrill and loud. She thought he was going to rape her the moment he climbed on top of her, sitting on her well-endowed chest and wedged her arms between the soft mattress of her bed and his muscular thighs. If she knew what he had in store for her she would be begging him to rape her.

The man placed a hand on her forehead and pinned it against her pillow, before slowly making a small cut above her temple with his knife, then with a skill that came with practice, he slid the steel under her skin and began slowly moving the blade in a circular motion, severing the poor girl's face from her head. She squirmed and screamed as blood seeped into her eyes, down her cheeks and onto the pink bedsheet, staining it a ghastly hue of crimson, but to no avail. The man will has his trophy.

After he had completed a full incision around her youthful face, the masked man placed the knife on her bedside table, he slowly pushed his fingers beneath the flap of skin that was once Elena's beautiful face and tore it off in one smooth motion, sending tiny droplets of blood sailing in the air, splattering onto the poor girl's bedroom wall. He turned to look at the faceless splayed lifelessly over the bed, the sheer trauma of procedure must've done her in.

He carefully pocketed the bloodied flap of facial skin and climb out of the open window, into the moonless night.

He got what he came for.


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V/K: Victim
Name: Rena
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Scene: In a dingy highschool washroom

The men dragged Ellie into the hospital parking lot by her hair. The nurse was dazed from the constant artillery shelling of the past day and could only stare numbly at the rebel soldiers gathered around.

"Strip", their leader ordered. Ellie simply looked at him, confused. The man took his rifle and savagely smashed the buttstock against her stomach. The young woman doubled over, gasping in pain.

Two soldiers grabbed her and began tearing her nursing uniform off, revealing a voluptuous, nubile young body. She was the antithesis of the local girls the soldiers had raped during the siege. Pale white skin, unblemished by disease or malnutrition, soft plump breasts, a stomach that had never known the deprivations of starvation. The leader barked a command in the native tongue, and the soldiers sullenly backed off the girl. Ellie covered her tits and genitals with her hands, shaking in fear. "Let me go!", she pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks. The rebel commander simply laughed.

"You westerners are so funny, thinking you can just talk your way out of a bad situation." he chuckled. His tone hardened "No, I think not. The men haven't had a white woman before, it'll raise morale if they release their energies on you". He unzipped his trousers, his cock pouncing out erect. "Now suck."

Ellie gingerly took the man's penis in her mouth, slowly moving her head up and down, running her tongue around the head of his dick. The commander grunted and grabbed Ellie by the back of her head. She closed her eyes as he shoved his penis deep, blasting hot cum down her throat. She pushed the man away, gagging and coughing as strings of semen and drool dripped onto the concrete. Ellie looked up and saw the rest of the rebels crowd around, their own cocks out. Her eyes widened in terror.

For the last two hours of her life, Ellie was gangraped by 20 different men, sucking, jerking, and fucking in a desperate attempt to stay alive. After the last rebel had emptied his balls in her tight pussy, they dragged the nurse over two an open pit dug outside the hospital entrance.

She sobbed in terror as they prodded her towards the hole. Flies buzzed around the bloated and rotting corpses left abandoned in the pit as she trembled, cum dripping out of her vagina. "Kneel", the commander ordered. She knelt. All she could hear was the sound of her heart racing.

The rebel commander shouldered his rifle and fired a 3 shot burst into the back of Ellie's head. She jerked and fell forward into the pit, her pretty face mangled into a pulp by the exit wound cavities of three 7.62x51mm NATO rounds. Piss squirted out of her cooling slit, mixing with the liquid shit and semen as Ellie's muscles relaxed. The rebels laughed, some taking pictures of her corpse.


Hey buddy, you know photographs of real people aren't allowed on gurochan, right?


Whoa who is she


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Seems that the last guy's prompt was deleted, so.

V/K: Victim
Name: Vanessa Trevino
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Scene: A serial killer has murdered six girls at Richmond High. During a school play, the killer makes use of an opportunity in which the star, Vanessa, will be back stage for twenty minutes alone before her next scene.


I just realized that his response to >>4747 got deleted as well. I'll get it before I go to bed or in the morning.



The sound of rain tapping against stone crept into my dreams, until finally I awoke; almost tried rise to my feet, but the underside of the concrete bench caught my notice before I demolished my head against it. Water was falling down around the bench, and I realized that I must have ended up in a public shower. Memories of the night before hit me, and I knew where I was: the old high school showers. I took refuge in the building after robbing a nearby bank, and my getaway driver bailed when he heard sirens. I hastily grabbed my face, feeling the fabric of the mask I wore still there, and confirmed that the robbery was definitely not a dream.

I poked my head out; only one girl was taking a shower, scrubbing her short black hair and seemingly relaxed as the warm water cascaded down her nubile body, and oblivious to the grown man beneath her. A knot formed in my gut as I quickly devised an escape plan, as I realized that she was probably no more than seventeen or eighteen. She would definitely scream if I tried to get her attention long enough to reason with her, and then escape would be virtually impossible.

My weapons included the 9mm pistol I held up the bank with, and a large kitchen knife. I shook my head; couldn't even give her a quick death without drawing attention. So I clutched the handle of the knife and crawled out from under the bench, then quickly jumped to my feet. Her eyes widened and mouth gaped open; I grabbed her hair and pulled her towards me, and thrust forward. A long raspy gurgle escaped her lips as the knife sank into her throat. Blood poured from her mouth as she crumpled to the floor.

My own eyes widened, transfixed as I watched her flail violently on the floor; a quickly expanding puddle of blood pooled around her as it sprayed from her neck. Her thrashing slowed until she only occasionally twitched. A puddle of piss and shit formed between her legs, mixing with her blood, as her body relaxed and released the remnants of her bodily wastes, before she became perfectly still.

I stood there looking down at her dead, naked, body, for at least five more minutes, before I came to my senses to leave. I slipped out of the school and made my way back to my house, only to realize that I left the money I stole under the bench.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Crystal
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image.
Scene: Behind a sleazy motel

Vanessa ran to the school restroom, her bladder near bursting. She slammed through the door, rocketed to the nearest booth and slid her panties down to her knees.

She sighed in relief as the warm feeling of release washed over her. The 17 year old glanced at her watch. There were still 15 minutes left until the break was over, plenty of time to kill.

Her hands slipped down to her pussy. Vanessa began to pant as she rubbed, her mind wandering to that cute quarterback who had winked to her in the audience. She came, letting loose a gasp of pleasure just as the door to the restroom creaked open. Vanessa clamped her wet hands over her mouth, eyes wide.

Someone entered the restroom. Someone decidedly NOT a teen girl, judging by the heavy footsteps and large black combat boots. Vanessa held her breath anxiously, hoping that whoever it was hadn't noticed her conspicuous moans.

Unfortunately, she was out of luck. The door to her booth was ripped open, revealing the owner of the boots. A large heavyset man with a balaclava and wielding a silenced MAC-11 stood in front of the terrified teen.

Vanessa inhaled, ready to let loose a scream, but the man was faster. He snapped up the silenced submachine gun and let loose, unleashing all 16 rounds of .380 ACP into Vanessa's modest chest within a second.

The black girl groaned and slipped off the toilet seat, sliding down the divider before curling up on the dirty tile floor. Her eyes were staring straight ahead as her heart pumped madly away, blood pouring from her ragged chest wounds.

She weakly raised her head and looked up at her killer. The man calmly switched out the empty magazine for a fresh one, then racked the bolt handle back into position. "D-don't do this", Vanessa moaned through the blood filling up her throat. The man didn't say a word as he emptied another 16 rounds into her head. The girl's head slammed into the floor, both eyes bulging out of their sockets as her skull cracked open, splattering chunks of brain and skin across the wall. A final gurgle rattled out of her throat, and Vanessa Trevino was no more.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Poppy
Age: 13
Sex: F
Characteristics: See Image
Scene: You (with optional other people) are not happy about high prices after the gangbang in the junkies' den.

It's been half an hour since Crystal's last customer. She looked at the time. It was already 2 AM. The streets got empty. She occasionaly saw some hobos and gang members, the only types of people who stays on the streets at night, but non of those people were interested in her. She heard a glass bottle breaking in the motel. She sometimes can sleep there, provided that she'd sleep on the owner's bed. But he looses interest quickly and he won't let her stay if she stays on the streets for more than an hour. Then she'd have to sleep in a trash bin.
-"How much for a blowjob?"
Deep voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked at him. It was some drunk hobo. His dark, messy hair was reaching his shoulders and his beard was still wet from the alcohol. He was wearing dirty, old coat, probably stolen from some junkie high on acid, and blue jeans with stains from alcohol and vomit. He was still holding the empty bottle of the cheapest vodka he could find in the shop.
Crystal smiled with an excitment in her eyes. After serving this guy, she'll be able to afford some cocaine from local dealer. She waited so long for getting her nose rubbered in her favorite white powder.
-"2 dollars" she replied.
Hobo reached for his pocket and unwillingly gave her the money. She kneeled on the pavement covered in a thin layer of booze, cum, and vomit and unzipped his pants. She pulled out his penis. It was dirty and hairy, but she didn't mind. She's been doing this many times. Too many to feel disgusted by his hideous dick.
She started licking the head intesively. She cleaned his cock from the filth. It tasted awful, but after so many years, she started to find this taste arousing. Finally, she put the whole thing in her mouth and started sucking it. She moved her lips more and more furiously. She was so eager to finally relax with some coke in her nose she could even swallow a dozen of dicks. Finally, she felt his dick pulsing in her mouth. She swallowed his cock so deeply she could feel her nose entering the jungle of hair he keeps in his pants. She felt a warm liquid in her throat. She choked on his prick so she had to pull it off her mouth. While coughing, some of his cum landed on her tongue. The taste of sperm of an alcoholic reminded her of her father, who used to cum in her mouth in between destroying her ass with his cock and beating her when she was little.
She got up from her knees, removing a condom which stuck to her ankle. She swallowed the rest of the load and quickly towards the drug dealer's house.
-"Not so fast, whore!" She heard while the hobo grabbed her throat.
-"It would be cheaper to murder you!"
The bum broke the glass bottle on the nearby dumpster. Crystal widened her eyes. She tried to run, but the grip was too strong. He shoved the bottle into her stomach. She felt breathtaking sharp pain. Tears started to fall on hobo's arm. He stabbed her again, releaving her intestines. She lost her strength. Her arms loosely fallen and her legs stopped moving. He lifted her towards the moon and threw her into the thrash bin, like a used toy.
She was still alive till the morning. She finally bleeded to death, when the sun touched her pale skin. Her body was lying in the dumpster for the next two days, when the motel owner noticed the stench. She was then burned with the trash her body was surrounded by.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Angie
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Scene: Walking home from school

"Alright guys, that'll be 250 for each one of you", the under aged whore smiled nervously as she zipped up her skimpy shorts. The three men stared at her, unblinking. "That's way too high", the large one in the middle growled. His two friends nodded their heads in agreement.

Poppy gulped, suddenly aware of how she was alone and out of sight. Then, the two skinnier men pounced, grabbing her wrists and ankles. She squealed and began to kick and squirm. The large leader of the group got up and grabbed a roll of duct tape, teared off a strip and slapped it over her mouth. Poppy's eyes widened in fear.

"You aren't worth anything, you little shit", the man on the left grunted. "Keep her steady, Frank!", the big one yelled as he rustled through a large cardboard box. "Sure Paul, she's not going anywhere!" Frank answered back. "Aha, there it is", Paul mumbled to himself, before fishing a machete out of the box. The knife was brown with rust, and the edge was chipped and scored from years of neglect.

He turned to Poppy and smiled. Poppy knew at that moment she would never see another sunrise. Paul lumbered over to the bed, pressed one hand down on Poppy's flat chest, and ripped off her shorts. His cock was already stiff as he pressed it against Poppy's tight cunt. With a grunt, he shoved it in. A muffled scream emerged from Poppy. Paul pressed one hand down on her flat chest, savoring the feeling of her heart beat pounding against his palm.

He raised the machete as he fucked the girl, the intoxicating sensation of god-like power flowing through him.

Poppy closed her eyes tight.

The machete slammed down, punching through her ribcage and slicing into her heart. The young girl arched her back, a tremedous muffled scream ripping through her throat. Her eyes shot open, and her skinny legs trembled. Paul groaned as her pussy clamped around his cock. He came, filling her dying womb with his cum.

He exhaled, and pulled his limp dick out of the slit. He tossed the machete over to Frank, who began to hack away at her arm. "Dump her in the usual place?", Frank asked. "Yeah, sure", Paul grunted.


K/V: Victim
Name: Claire
Age: 35
Sex: F
Characteristics: Professional fighter

Angie had been saving for a new bag for weeks. The odd favour here and there just wasn't cutting it. Mid July, the ball was less than a month away and she was still 50 short. The dry warm air breezed through her thighs beneath her skirt and across the sides of her neck as she slowly wandered home, pondering how she was going to earn that remaining cash.

"Hey, psst" a deep voice from a nearby alleyway emerged, calming yet assertively. "Don't s'pose you fancy earning a hundred doing something for me? You look like a smart girl".

She froze, her interest piqued. Angie only needed 50, but 100 would give her some spare for other accessories. She turned to find the source of the voice, to see a silhouette of a man standing just inside a dark alley, little more than a few meters away.

"Doing what exactly?" she enquired while slowly moving towards the stranger.

"The name's David, if you don't ask questions I'll raise it-" he mumbled for a moment "to 150".

"Tell me the nature of what you want and I'll take 130 with no more questions" surely she's onto a winner, this man seems desperate for her help. He probably just want's to get laid or a blowjob, it's nothing Angie hasn't done before with guys from school.

There was a short pause before David's response, only a few seconds but the air became tense.

"Fine, it's something sexual and that's all I can say." He shifted in a slight uncomfortable manner. "Now come this way please", he turned and lead the way down the alley, and Angie followed, uncertain of what would be required of her, yet complacent that she could afford that bag in time for the ball. Once her eyes adjusted out of the sun she could make his clothes out from behind as she followed in silence. He clearly had some money to throw around, wearing a dark short sleeved shirt, with an expensive looking gold watch, and expensive branded shoes.





After just a couple of minutes of walking in silence they reached an old abandoned looking door, which he unlocked and led her into. The place which would soon become her tomb. He locked the door behind them, and glanced around the few windows to ensure they were still blacked out before pulling a cord to illuminate the small dusty room.

Angie glanced around and while initially disappointed, she lit up at the sight of a small wooden pillory on a pair of posts, to the one side of the room. It was quite robust, and had one hole in the centre with a metal rim. She had never gotten to try restraint, but the idea aroused her. So she pointed.

"Would you like me in that?" trying to hide her eagerness.

"Yes, but no questions" he asserted as he walked towards it and began unfastening the latch on the side to allow for her neck to be placed in its grasp. "Remove all of your clothes, and come here" he ordered. Angie shuddered as her arousal grew. She couldn't feel it yet but knew she was moistened, and she could feel her nipples beginning to press the fabric of her school uniform.

Without delay, she meandered over to a small table in the corner where she proceeded to slip out of her black shoes and socks, balled them and placed them neatly on the slightly dusty surface of the table. She glanced seductively across to David over her left shoulder, who was waiting anxiously by the pillory, before she raised her arms and removed her top, allowing her c-cup breasts to almost fall. The delicate nipples brushed against the fabric, sending a shiver down her spine just before they dropped and bounced. She never wore a bra during the warmer weather, it always made her uncomfortable.

Turning now to face David, who was proceeding to slowly remove his shirt and revealing a nicely toned torso, she unfastened her skirt, allowing it to descend gracefully to the floor, leaving just one item. A laced purple thong, darkening at the centre. She steps out of her skirt and walks slowly towards the pillory, unaware of what excitement David has planned. Whatever it is, it'll be worth it for that bag. As she approaches the device, she notices a pair of small metal rings on either side of the pillory, David stops her.

"The money is in my wallet, you can have it when we're done. Now kneel behind here" He explained.

She did as he said.

He opened the pillory and gently guided her neck into place with his coarse leathery hands, before closing it around her and latching it shut but being careful to keep her ponytail out of the restraint. She raised her arms to hold onto the sides of the pillory, remembering the metal rings, David stops her once more.

"Don't touch those, they're for me, you'll just have to balance" His mood switched, from the quiet and unsure tone emerged a more sinister malicious one. "You're now mine, and you will do as I tell you, understood?"

"Yes" she uttered in shock, as he removed his trousers directly in front of the restraints, allowing his cock to bound free, mere inches from her face.




"Open your mouth and suck on it", She did as she was told. She opened her mouth and allowed him to slide his cock in. It was a perfect fit, any wider and he wouldn't get past her teeth. He gripped her ponytail with his left hand and placed the other on her shoulders, pressing down firmly so that she couldn't breathe, while he thrust himself against the back of her mouth repeatedly. She flailed her arms in panic, trying to gasp for air until she began to feel faint. When he released the pressure and allowed her the breath her body craved, but he continued thrusting deep into her mouth, bulging harder and larger than before.

He began thrusting faster, but let go of her hair and instead grabbed the metal rings on either side of the pillory.

"When I pull these two rings", he calmly explained while defiling her mouth, "A thin razor sharp steel wire will protrude from that neck restraint". Her eyes widened in horror upon hearing this news. "Assuming I pull it quickly, you'll find yourself free of your restraints" he grinned menacingly as his breathing quickened.

Angie panicked, she could hear her pulse in her ears, and attempted to reach his arms or his legs to stop what he had planned. But it was futile. She could feel his cock getting harder. Larger. Throbbing. She knew she had moments left to live. Even in this moment of impending mortality, she found herself feeling flushed. The powerlessness had brought her to the edge, her nipples could cut steel. Her body began shaking as she convulsed through the biggest orgasm she had ever had. Ever will have. He groaned.

As his cock began to erupt in her mouth, filling it with hot seed, she felt a slight pain around her neck, and heard a loud thud. He had pulled the two metal rings effortlessly. cruelly drawing the thin wire through her neck. Allowing her convulsing mostly nude body to hit the floor now free of the restraint, and her head. He let go of the rings and held her head as he continued to fill her mouth, still pulsating within her severed head, blood and semen dripping out below. Angie's vision begins to fade, as her final dying thoughts leave her mind, she thought to herself:

"I'll never get that fucking bag".


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Name: Nancy
Age: 42
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Location: Hotel room

Claire wheezed as her opponent viciously pummeled her abdomen. She collapsed onto the dingy rubber mat, gasping for air. Her opponent, a larger African American woman, grinned, bloodlust in her eyes. Claire struggled to get up. The black woman grabbed Claire by her pony tail and yanked her head back, causing Claire to groan in pain. Thick, muscular arms wrapped themselves around Claire's neck and head. Claire closed her eyes, her heart pounding in terror. These underground death matches were merciless, only drawing the most desperate of fighting women. Claire herself had killed her fair share of ladies. She knew there was no chance her opponent would let her off.
The black woman swiftly twisted Claire's head, a clean snap echoing through the dimly lit room. Claire's fit, wiry body jerked as the connection between brain and body was severed. A damp spot appeared in the crotch of Claire's bike shorts as her bladder relaxed. Her opponent sighed, letting go of Claire's limp corpse.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Ambika Jagessar
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: Hindu-American, see pic.
Scene: Sitting on a bench in a deserted park at midnight, watching the Moon as she waits for her boyfriend.


Ralph swiped the card and pulled the handle. An audible click told him he was in, and he pushed the door open.

"Just who the fuck do you think you are coming in here without knocking?" Ralph stopped in his stride when he noticed the overweight, forty-something, woman sitting in the middle of the room, half naked.

"This is my room. What the fuck are you doing here?"

She glared at him. "Excuse me, sir, but must be fucking stupid. This is my fucking room, and you better get the fuck out of here before I call the goddamned police."

Ralph shook his head and pulled a suppressed 9mm out of his coat pocket, and her eyes widened. "Probably a bitch in the computer. Too bad, but I can't leave witnesses."

He pulled the trigger, firing three bullets into her head. She fell back, eyes blank with a stream flowing from her urethra into a damp spot in the carpet.

Ralph placed a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door and began setting up a sniper rifle near the window.

"I bloody hope this bastard shows soon. It's already starting to stink in here."


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K/V: Victim
Name: Fara
Age: 16
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image, a demi-human girl
Scene: Travelling down a bandit infested road

The Nightstalker Ninja crept up behind the oblivious girl. He grinned, slowly drawing his katana out of its sheath. The midnight moon shone down, giving the sword a dull silvery gleam.

The teen girl heard the rustling of the bushes and turned her head around. Her eyes widened as the Nightstalker stood up, his sword raised above his head. She didn't even have time to scream before the sword slashed down, bisecting her vertically, down the middle of her torso. Her two halves slumped and slouched on the park bench, blood pouring and pooling around. Her guts plopped out of their cavities as steam rose in the chill of the winter air.

The Nightstalker Ninja swiped his blade across her shirt and slid it back into its sheath. He retreated back into the shadows, another kill etched into his record. Poor Ambika would never live to see another day, and her remains would be found early next morning, frozen in place.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Lucette
Age: 25
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image, a shy illustrator/cartoonist for a small town newspaper, living by herself in a tiny apartment unit.

Scene: Her latest illustration caused offence in a small group of extremists (or something else if that's too close to home). Home invasion or kidnapped on her way to a date.


A sizable group of Kobold bandits lurked within the overgrown bushes, their daggers and shivs gleamed in the afternoon sun, they remained completely silent and still as their one-eyed chief spied on Fara with a small spyglass - A large battle axe slung over her muscular shoulder, her long lupine ears twitched as she scanned her surroundings, her steely gaze looked left and right almost as she’s expecting an ambush in this narrow canyon.

The one-eyed chief smirked, knowing that she's merely a few steps away from the bear-trap buried in the sand by his men many moons ago. He’ll never understand why adventurers are ever so paranoid about ambushes, to the point where they are utterly oblivious to the traps beneath their feet. He held his breath as he continued to peer down the spyglass, she’s only a few steps away from the trap…

Three steps… Two…


A loud, metallic clank echoed between the canyon’s walls as the powerful bear trap snapped shut on Fara’s ankle, its jagged maw cleaved cleanly through her calf muscles and tendons, an agonising scream came ripping out of her lips as she tumbled forward and collapsed on the dirt path, her large battle axe fell beside her head with an audible thud.

With a shrill war cry from the bandit chief, two dozen kobolds lept out of the nearby undergrowths and dashed towards the injured adventurer. A look of horror filled her eyes as the swarm descended upon her, armed with small stabbing weapons the kobolds straddled her arms and legs, effectively pinning them to the ground and immobilising the muscular girl.

Then the stabbing began, accompanied by Fara’s desperate screams as multiple small blades punctured her body from all angles, one blade found its way through her sternum, another struck through her breast and narrowly missed her heart, another pierced her belly button and dragged out a clump of intestines upon withdraw.

In a matter of minutes, the once proud demi-human adventurer was reduced to a leaky sponge of flesh and bone. The kobold bandits eventually dragged Fara’s lifeless corpse to their cave to be eaten and baited their trustworthy bear trap with her massive battleaxe.

After all, no adventurer can resist free loot, right?


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K/V: Victim
Name: Selena
Age: 19
Sex: F
Characteristics: A young female warrior (see pic)
Scene: Surrounded by the enemy, the final warrior of a proud tribe makes her last stand.

Ahmed focused the videocamera on the young blonde tied up in the chair. The single flourescent light flickered, its pale light casting shadows across the basement room.
He flicked the camera on and nodded to his compatriots. The leader of their group, Tristian gripped a combat knife as he stood beside the clearly terrified girl. "This whore has besmirched the name of our prophet. We will show what the enemies of our religion will face", he stated, barely contained anger rippling under his voice.

The girl shut her eyes, tears dripping down her cheeks as Tristian grabbed a hold of her hair and held the knife against her slender neck. Ahmed winced as the knife carved open their victim's throat, blood spurting forth from the gash and pouring down her chest. The woman gurgled, her eyes wide in horror. Tristian continued to slash and cut at her neck until Ahmed heard the scrape of the blade grinding against the spinal column. Even at this point, Lucelle had yet to die or lose consciousness.

Ahmed had to give it to the apostate whore, she had a will to live. Tristian put aside the knife and grabbed Lucelle's head with both hands. He wrenched it around, grunting in exertion. Another twist, and the head came free, blood dripping from every orifice on Lucelle's face. Tristian strode over to the camera and held the head up to the lens. Lucelle had mercifully passed away at around the time Tristian had severed her spinal cord. Her eyes were half lidded, and dull. Tristian opened her jaw and took out her soft pink tongue. He took the knife and sliced her tongue out, holding that up to the camera as well. "Watch your tongues, heretics", he warned.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Chloe Miller
Age: 22
Sex: F
Characteristics: See Pic
Scene: Her husband's ex is jealous that Chloe is pregnant with his baby, so has hired a hitman.


Selena knew since before she uttered her first word that this day would come. The Baby-Faced Demons, people who sold their souls and freedom to the Great Nemesis so that they may wield His wretched sorcery, would extinguish all that is good if allowed to do so, her master once said. The servants, as the prophesized by Sero—a messanger of the Lords—appeared in the East many generations ago and decimated the tribes, pushing them back towards the Endless Sea. Then, at dawn, they descended on their remaining villages, burning everything and slaughtering every last man, woman, and child.

Of the nearly eight-hundred inhabitants, Selena was the only surviving member of her people. The demon people surrounded the Temple she was directed to defend with her life. Her presence wasn’t known, as a tapestry obscured her from their sights, but Selena was too proud to hide for long; only long enough be able to strike the enemy.

Her target was a fierce woman with bright red hair, clad in a skin-tight fabric which matched her hair. Though her face was too smooth in Selena’s mind to be considered a true warrior, the posturing, and the six guards on each side following her every step, was enough to tell Selena that this was the leader of the murderers. Her guards wielded devil sticks; powerful staffs crafted with the Nemesis’s magic which could tear through flesh and bone without even making contact with the victim’s body. A coward’s weapon, but a deadly one that has slain more of her warriors than the Lords could count. That would not deter Selena, who believed that the Lords would return before the final warrior could fall and drive back the Nemesis’s forces and resurrect the fallen, ushering in eternal paradise.

“I’ll see you soon,” Selena muttered in her tongue.

The red-headed woman stepped next to the tapestry, and Selena burst forth, screaming and clutching an old dagger. The sharp metal sank between her bosoms and into her heart; her eyes widened as her body swayed. Selena removed the dagger and her enemy dropped to the floor, coughing up blood. Her guards pointed their sticks at her; a mighty crack like thunder from a nearby lightning bolt filled the temple as six holes appeared in her breasts. Selena joined her adversary on the ground, her chest burning as her lungs collapsed and filled with blood.

At least a dozen hands grabbed her, ripping off her clothes, and at least one stiff cock penetrated her dying cunt. Another woman stepped in front of her and pointed her stick directly at Serena’s forehead. She wondered if the Lords had forsaken her, just before all thoughts ceased as a bullet ripped through her brains. Her lifeless body was raped and molested by at least twenty men and two women, before being tossed into a shallow grave just outside of the village with everyone else.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Fiona
Age: 21
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. A female mercenary working in North Africa.
Scene: A desert highway.

Robert checked his watch. It was almost 5:30PM, about the time his target usually got home. He had taken the liberty of breaking in and waiting for her in the living room. Right on schedule, he heard the tinkling sound of keys being inserted into the door lock, the subtle squeak of the door opening and closing, and the rustling of plastic shopping bags.

22 year old Chloe Miller walked into the living room, absentmindedly staring at her phone. For a moment, she didn't even notice she had an uninvited visitor. She looked up, and her eyes widened.

Robert pointed his preferred weapon of choice, a silenced PPKS at her. FWUT FWUT FWUT, the gun whispered thrice.

Three holes appeared in the chest of the young mother-to-be. She fell back against a wall and slid down, smearing blood on the pale cream wallpaper.

Chloe clutched at her chest, a look of panic on her face. "Wh-why?", she gasped plaintively. Robert shrugged, and placed the muzzle of the handgun against Chloe's forehead.

She closed her eyes and looked away, hands raised in a futile sign of submission. The gun whispered again, and Chloe Miller was no more.

Robert picked up the four .380 shell casings and slid them into a plastic bag. He took an old Leica out of his bag and snapped three images of Chloe's corpse. He wrinkled his nose. The pregnant woman had emptied her bowels after death. How disgusting.

Robert was eating his breakfast in the motel room when the local news channel broke the story of the murdered housewife. He smiled, and spooned another bite of oatmeal into his mouth. That crazy ex of the husband had paid him handsomely for the job.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Amanda
Age: 31
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. A criminal psychologist.
Scene: A therapy appointment with a serial rapist-murderer turns lethal. (Bonus points if he does something to the tits)

Fiona dropped to her knee behind the wreckage of her patrol vehicle. Her icy blue eyes scanned her surroundings for the assailants that fired the fateful RPG round that took out the rest of her crew, with her rifle held firmly in lean and yet arms she carefully peered out from behind her cover, only to be forced back by a fusillade of AK-47 fire.

Bullets laced the reinforced metal humvee chassis as her assailants eagerly sprayed the burning vehicle with automated assault rifles, kicking up small clouds of dust around Fiona’s position. She gritted her teeth, her blue eyes narrowed with a mixture of fear and determination, she has already contacted HQ about her predicament, all she needs to do is to hold out until the inevitable air support arrives.

"Let's just hope they don't do anything stupid…" she thought to herself as leaned against her cover and reloaded her rifle. "… because I ain't got enough bullets for all of them."

It didn't take long before two balaclava-clad terrorists lept out of their cover and eagerly charged towards her location at the urge of their commander, only to be mercilessly cut down as Fiona’s bullets ripped through their foreheads, sending a spray of blood and brain matter arcing in the air as their lifeless bodies collapsed onto the sand. Not before one of them manages to lob a flash-bang grenade through the shattered windows of the humvee, it lightly bounced off the ground and landed merely a few inches from Fiona's position.


A blast of iridescent white light burned her retinas before she could even react, temporarily blinding the girl while her ears rang from the flashbang's explosion. In her delirious state, she could see the terrorists dashing towards her, one kicked the gun from her hand while the rest pointed their rifles at her. Fiona gritted her teeth, staggered to her feet and attempted to fight back, only to be knocked to the ground with a well-placed punch to her stomach. They spat on her, took turns kicking her as she squirmed on the smouldering asphalt pavement of the highway, heated by the merciless North African sun, some took great delight in stepping firmly on her fingers, then slowly turning their heel until her fingers snap from the pressure.

She felt like she’s going to die here.

They stripped her nude as she futilely struggled in their grasp, her muscular arms were bent behind her back and tied together with her own bra. At the signal of their leader, two terrorists grabbed Fiona’s legs and pulled them wide apart, exposing her crotch area invitingly as one picked up her weapon, barrel still warm from the firing, he carefully pressed it between the opening between her legs and slammed it inside, tearing massive gashes in her delicate vaginal tissues as the weaponized dildo forcefully penetrated her womanhood without an ounce of love. She shrieked and howled as her rifle eventually slammed into her cervix, just when she thought it couldn't get worse, it punctured through it and buried itself inside her womb.

Then, accompanied by innumerable voices of anger from the mob looming over her, she felt a stream of hot lead tearing her innards to shreds when her assailant finally pulled the trigger. The young woman thrashed and spasmed hopelessly on the ground for a few seconds before blissful oblivion finally took her.

Videos of Fiona's final moments, along with photos of her naked corpse hanging on a tree by the sling of her rifle were rated favourably on gore sites.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Marie
Age: 20
Characteristics: see image.
Context: Marie is one of the maidens at your mansion. She's very cute, usually horny and air-headed. You can tolerate a few mishaps, but this is the third time you catch her taking selfies instead of doing her job. She tries to weasel her way out by flashing her tits and lifting her skirt, but she must be punished. How severely will Marie get it?

She probably feels safe because we're inside a prison and there are guards posted at the door. Amanda isn't aware, however, that this is my personal prison and she's here not to give me a psychological examination, but to satisfy my urge to extinguish beautiful women like her. The guards won't help her, but will surely enjoy her corpse once I'm done with her.

"Well, Andrew, what are you thinking about?" she utters, after a long pause of me staring at her voluptuous body.

She crosses her left leg and lifts her skirt a bit, revealing her thigh. Her cheeks flush a bit as she probably imagines what I'd to to her.

"It must be lonely in here, without women…" she says, eyeing the bulge in my trousers.

Amanda, like the bitch in heat she is, loses another button on her shirt - revealing the top side of her enormous jugs.

"Don't be shy. You can tell me. Tell me all that you want to do… Nothing you say will leave this room." she says and throws her clipboard on the table, freeing her hands to fondle herself.

"Well… Amanda… let's get started. You might not enjoy this as much as I will." I say as I graciously stand up from my chair and walk towards her.

A wave of panic washes over her as she registers what I said, but it dissipates as she takes a glance at the window on the door and sees a guardian. I gently caress her forehead and then lean closer, removing her glasses - her gaze locked unto mine. As I kiss her, my hands work quickly and tear down her shirt - revealing her soft, massive tits. Her little hands skitter across my abdomen, feeling the hard shapes underneath, making her way to my dick. We continue to kiss, filled with lust. I imagine all the ways I'll mutilate her nubile flesh. As she frees my dick, I drag down her skirt, revealing her shaved pinkish-red pussy. Despite her age, it looks very delicious. I grab her by the ass and lift her on the table, allowing for easy penetration.

"Yes. Yes. Yesss, fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME ALREADY!" she yells like a sow.

I won't deny myself the basic biological pleasure of a moist and presumably tight cunt so I line myself up and then thrust suddenly, viciously.

"AAARGH. YES!" she yells as she's penetrated.

Her ample tits jiggle wildly as I thrust into her. Amanda's nipples are very perky, towering a good centimeter above her fleshy aureolae. I slap them hard, prompting her to scream, in addition to her moaning.

"Punish me, yes. Squeeze me! Punish meeeee!" she yells, apparently enjoying it.

"Oh, Amanda. You have but to ask." I tell the little lamb as I squeeze her jugs. Tiny white streams ooze out of her nipples.

She leans back and thrusts her pelvis forward, impaling herself on my cock and squeezing like an octopus, her legs wrapped around my back. Amanda is quivering and moaning madly as she orgasms. I keep pounding, unabated - while slowly fetching a razor from the back pocket of my trousers.

Amanda suddenly screams and slumps back as her right arm gives way. With a swift move, I cut behind her shoulder, severing her arm nerves.

"Nnnnooo - Wha-What are yo-" she starts yelling with despair as I slice her other arm's nerves. The rush of her orgasm dissipates very fast and she starts flailing around, but her arms are dead weight.

"Guuuuaaaaards! HEEEEELP!" she yells.

"They wouldn't want to disturb my privacy. Your screams fall on deaf ears my dear." I tell her putting the razor away for now and grabbing her fragile neck.

I continue thrusting into her with more vigor than ever as I choke her to silence. Her lips tighten around my cock like a vise. The feeling of power as her eyes roll over, combined with the stimulus on my cock make me erupt inside her. My dick is throbbing like mad as I dump a huge load inside her sex and let go of her neck. She coughs and gasps for air, tears rolling down her face.

"Beg me to slice your throat and I'll finish you quickly, Amanda." I tell her, but she's still coughing - her visage, pure terror.

"Nooo, please don't… think about getting out of here… pleeeeeease!" she musters the fortitude to beg.


>>4848 Part 2
I cackle insanely.

"I am here for my own protection. I run my empire from here, you daft cunt!" I tell her, taking away any and all bargaining chips that she might hold for her life.

I grab the razor. She winces and starts begging as the cold metal touches her erect right nipple. The blade isn't sharp enough to cut just at a mere touch so it's only a tease. The many nerve endings atop her mammary gland get triggered and she begins lactating, slowly. Noticing, I give her jug a good squeeze, increasing the flow of warm white liquid. I lean forward and start licking - it tastes sweeter than cow's milk, yet kind of odd. This unexpected stimulation causes Amanda to become horny again and she starts moaning, seemingly with great pleasure. Outraged, I clamp down hard with my teeth, guillotining her perky nipple and causing blood to join the white stream of milk. Her reaction is instantaneous. Amanda starts to squirm and jerk around - in vain.

"Come now, I'm sure those huge tits must give you back aches. I'll help!" I say as I grab her opened tit and place the razor at the base.

As I plunge the blade inside, she gasps in horror. She probably realized she won't get out alive. With the razor fully inside her mammary, I start to cut around the center, blood flowing profusely and covering her stockings, while she serenades with melodious screams. One more sawing motion, a yank and her massive bloodied appendage is free from her chest. I'll make myself a milkshake later.
Cutting tits and hearing screams gets old pretty fast, though…

"Come on darling, next song already!" I say as I headbutt her pretty face, breaking her nose.

"Mmmmmmmmmnooo ,pleeeas-" I cut her short with an uppercut that slams her jaw closed and cuts off the tip of her tongue. The small piece of muscle flies across the room and makes a comedic splashing sound as it hits the cell door window.

"Ooh, don't worry, your face is still pretty. The guards will enjoy destroying it further! Let's see what else can be done in the meanwhile." I say, examining the rest of her untouched body.

Her survival instinct kicks in and she tries to fight back, using her legs - but I am too close for her to kick me.

"BEHAVE YOURSELF, AMANDA." I command her, while holding the razor at her throat.

She whimpers helplessly and ceases her hostility, afraid of her life ending. Though tempting to just slice her throat and be done with it, I resort to have some further fun with her twat. Her cum-dripping cunt just begs for some abuse. I place the razor at the top of her pubic mound. She only registers a cold metallic feeling before she starts screaming - being stabbed right through her pussy. The razor pierces through her clitoris with merciless precision. My eardrums barely make it through this scream. I resort to choking her again so she doesn't deafen me, while I start jabbing the razor all over her abdomen. I make sure I stab her uterus thoroughly, hitting both ovaries.

"Oops. Looks like that cunt of yours is no longer usable… I'll have to give the guards something else to fuck." I say, grabbing her other, intact tit.

Amanda is past the point of reaction - partly due to her lack of oxygen and partly due to all the pain she's already suffered. I jab the razor into her huge left tit and wiggle it a bit, making an incision. I then do the same with her navel.

"There, now you're fit to be fucked again. BOOOYS, COME IN!" I call in the two towering guards that had been waiting patiently outside for their turn.

"Ooooh boy. That's one damaged cunt - beautiful work boss!" one of them says while gazing at Amanda who lays bleeding on the table.

"I'm out to make myself a milkshake. I know you like live meat so I didn't finish her - there's a bat behind that counter, enjoy!" I tell the guards as I leave the room with Amanda's succulent right tit.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Kaoru
Age: 18
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. Pregnant teenage girl.
Scene: At home.

Marie smiled nervously, her hands slowly unbuttoning the front of her uniform. Her sizable breasts dropped out, swaying as her breathing quickened. "Would master like a taste?", she seductively purred. She continued her strip-tease, the apron and micro skirt falling around her long, slender legs. There the maid stood, in all her naked, nubile glory. Her flesh was pale, like ivory.

Marie slowly got on her knees, her face flushed. Slim fingers carefully unzipped the front of Masters pants, pulled aside his underwear, and cradled his erect cock. The girl closed her eyes and began to lick up and down the shaft of the penis. One hand cradled the balls, while the other descended down and began to rub at her moist pussy. Master moaned as Marie slid the head of the penis into her mouth and began to suck.

He grabbed her by the head and jammed her face against his crotch as he came, spurting cum deep into her throat. Master pushed Marie away, leaving the maid choking on his load, eyes watering up and strings of semen and drool dripping from her full lips. She looked up into the barrel of a snubnose revolver. "M-master?", she stuttered, a mixture of fear and surprise causing her voice to pitch up. "You might give good head, but I cannot tolerate a maid who slacks off at work", Master said in a deep baritone. Before Marie could plead, the revolver thundered. The single .357 wadcutter round planted itself into the center of her forehead, creating a neat circular hole. Marie's head whipped back, and she fell to the floor in a loose heap of limbs and hair. Master grabbed her by her glossy raven hair and pulled her head up. Her face was frozen in an expression of shock. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was agape. The wadcutter bullet left a clean mark, with no exit wound or expansion. Blood dripped from her nose and the entrance wound, mixing with the tears, drool, snot, and cum caked on her face.

He let go, and the head dropped down, a heavy thud echoing in the room. He surveyed the rest of her corpse, squeezing her firm breasts and savoring their warmth. "Ah, it is so hard to find good help these days", he whispered to himself.


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K/V: Possible Victims
Name: Rei(left) and Kasumi (right)
Age: 18(Rei) & 21.
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image.
Context: Rei and Kasumi have been gifted to you, along with a request for peace from the neighboring kingdom that you have been at war with for over a decade, but are on the brink of defeating. They are waiting in your royal quarters. What's your response to this sexy delegation?


"Yes sir, confirming target. Short black hair, black eyes. Pregnant. Sending picture." the stationed sniper confirmed to his squad leader.

"That's her. Permission to liquidate - GRANTED. Terminate with extreme prejudice."

Kaoru was a low-life prostitue. She didn't know it, but she was bearing the illegitimate child of the prime minister. It was a loose end that could endanger his career - or at least that's how he saw it when he sent a covert operation with NKSOF soldiers to take her out.

She had an opened bottle of milk and was relaxing on the couch, listening to the radio, hearing the propaganda that was broadcasted about how great the DPRK was. The sniper put the sights on her stationary head. 'What a shame people's lives equal those of roaches when the Party is involved.' he thought as he pulled the trigger, sending a .308 FMJ towards Kaoru's head.

Kaoru's body suddenly jerked back violently against the couch. Her head got popped open like a watermelon - a gory watermelon. Bits of brain and bone could be seen adorning the walls through the sniper's scope, but her disfigured face wasn't visible. He sighed and shot at Kaoru's belly, aborting whatever life was still inside her. The hole left in her belly was clean and conical.

"Target eliminated. Send in the clean-up crew." he reported.

"Roger that, good job. This never happened." he heard back.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Franceska
Age: 29
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. A Hollywood sweetheart loved by many.
Context: Kidnapped at a red carpet event.


I gazed down at the two young women gift wrapped in lingerie kneeling on the floor of my royal quarters, they slowly turned their head and looked up at me, clearly terrified.

"W-we've been sent here by his majesty, Lord Faulks himself, along with an offering for peace between our people. P-please considers this gesture of goodwill, my name is Rei and this is Kasum, together we… " She looked away and paused, blushing furiously as she bit her lower lips before continuing. "W-we will attend to your every need tonight, before returning to my lord with your response tomorrow morning."

With trembling hands, both girls began to undress. They looked genuinely afraid of me, as they should - I am the one that razed countless villages to the ground, enslaved their womenfolk and ordered the systemic extermination of their people.

They have every reason to be afraid.

As the evening passed, both girls were thoroughly fucked in every orifice, I'll never forget the way Rei screamed when I thrust myself into that little ass of hers, nor would I forget the look of disgust on Kasumi's face when I commanded her to clean my dick up afterwards with her the tip of her tongue.

At dawn break, blood and semen caked both girls' inner thighs, Kasumi's sizeable chest has been marred with red and purple fingermarks from my brutal manhandling while titty fucking her, while Rei's wide stretch anus may never go back to normal after I forcefully sodomised her with a brass candleholder.

The girls curled up in a fetal position, sobbing and weeping as I summoned my guards into the room. Their eyes widened in fear when I told the guards to deliver the peace offering to Lord Faulks, on the flayed skin of the women he sent to me.

As the sun rose, the girls were dragged out of my royal quarters, their agonising screams echoed in the valley as my chief torturer slowly peeled off the fair, delicate skin from their body while they're still alive and conscious. Using a thick brush, I penned my response on their smooth pelts. The message, along with girls' heads and their flimsy undergarment were packed in a wooden barrel, to be flung back into Lord Faulks' castle on a trebuchet.

It's good to be king.



Dang, I got ninja'd. Oh well, no new prompt from me then, but may as well share my reply anyways. It turned out fair bit longer, so it's in my thread over in /lit/:


Is thread kill? Should I provide a new victim?


K/V: Killer
Name: Tatha'caesh'aoniu (Shortened: Acaesha)
Age: 23
Sex: F
Species: Chiss (Star Wars)
Characteristics: Black, shoulder-length hair. Blue skin. Glowing red eyes. Casual sci-fi clothes.
Scene: Relaxing in her house on Coruscant after her workweek is over. She's a waitress.
(Unrelated to the murderer in this story, sorry.)

I checked the webcams before the show began, grinning as the men got ready. 'Fluffed', as it was called in the porn biz, by two young women I had trained to work for me. Their gags no longer had any affect and they were useful, so I no longer gave into my usual passions.
Franceska just staired in horror, bound as she was to the pole by her arms. Her wrists were tied firmly, her arms pulled behind her but given enough give that she could pull away somewhat. She had given up trying to resist, but couldn't fathom what was to come.
"Alright," I spoke. "You guys ready?"
The two men chuckled and slapped the girls away from their shafts before approaching the buxom redheaded beauty.
It was then that I turned on the webcams. I wasn't just hooked up to shady paysites, I was also live streaming to as many sites and stations as I could. I wanted people to see this, because I knew Franceska would want her last act to be public as well.
They tried to track me as the Hollywood sweetheart beloved by so many was raped. They took her with the passion of an animal as I watched her writhe and scream. She begged and I changed angles, zoomed in here and out there.
She was my masterpiece, for now, of all of my years in school to be a director. And my revenge for being laughed at when I asked to direct one of those new superhero movies, fresh from graduating.
As they came in her a third time, enjoying the tightness she gave when they were both in her, I tossed them a knife. I didn't have to say a word as they butchered her like a pig.
To end it all I decided to subvert audience expectations of it just ending. I shot the two stars before grabbing a camera and I captured the life leaving her eyes, her last breath fogging the camera lens.

I took my two slaves home after that. They wouldn't be able to track it and I filmed in a location nobody would look into for years. After a nice bath, maybe I'd go to a theater and watch her latest movie? I was such a fan of her work, after all.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Muriel
Age: 230
Sex: F
Characteristics: See pic, a busty brunette elven spy.
Scene: In a hotel room, trying to get classified info by offering sexual favors.


Acaesha slept peacefully, her slender naked body splayed out across her bed. The assassin crept in, softly padding around the discarded clothes and empty food cartons scattered across the apartment floor. He paused in front of his target and admired her. The Chiss were, as a race, naturally physically fit and Acaesha was no exception. Her toned arms, perky breasts, long, muscular legs, and the hint of abs under her taut belly belied a lifetime of physical activity. The young Chiss woman was woefully ignorant of her imminent demise, and the assassin aimed to keep it that way. Despite his fall from grace and turn to illegal work, the former Jedi still had a few shreds of humanity left in him. He didn't cause pain for his victims unless the client demanded it.

He switched on his lightsaber, the energy beam glowing, bathing the sleeping beauty's face in a soft mauve light. Acaesha stirred, groggily opening her crimson eyes as the low hum of the beam activating broke through the fog of sleep. She didn't even have time to register the stranger leaping at her before the lightsaber separated her head from her body. The head flew over to the far side of the room, while her body thrashed, rolling off the bed and onto the faux hardwood floor in a tangled pile of twitching limbs. The assassin turned off the lightsaber and leaned down to pick up Acaesha's head. As he had expected, the girl had died almost instantly, the loss of blood pressure causing her to lose consciousness within a second of decapitation. He dropped the head into his bag and left the apartment, already looking forward to the 200,000 credit payout.

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