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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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Never mind. >>4237 ninja's me. You should get their character first.


>>4237 I decided to go ahead and do it.

Rodney twirled the pencil in his hand, while his fingernails, desperately in need of clipping, picked bits of eraser off the end and threw it on the floor. He looked, face red and eyes narrowed, at Miss Bernstein. Her eyes glared firmly across the desk back at Rodney, who hoped she failed to notice that he was glimpsing more of her cleavage than her face.

"So, Mister Nguyen, do you know why I have called you in here?"

Of course he knew; his bitch of a sister was a snitch. However, he nodded his head and continued fidgeting with his pencil.

"Your sister informed me that you kept peaking at her test and copying her answers, and that you threatened to hit her if she tried to stop you."

Rodney broke off the rest of his eraser and threw it under her desk. His fist tightened around the pencil. Miss Bernstein tried to look into his eyes, as if to read his mind.

"I don't know how many times have you been caught cheating in my class alone? How many times since you have been going to this school? Principal Smith warned you that you would be expelled if he receives one more report about you. You are eighteen now, and this school is under no legal obligations to keep you here."

She reached into a bowl of chocolates and shoved a handful into her mouth, then picked up the phone. Rodney's eyes widened.

"My dad will kill me if I get expelled. Let me slide, please."

"If I let you slide, I'd have to let everyone slide. You're not special. Just like I tell every student, you need to think about the consequences of your actions before you carry them out."

Miss Bernstein stuffed her mouth with another handful of chocolates and started to dial numbers.

Rodney's memories of the following second would be blurry whenever he tried to recall them; his left hand shot out to grab the phone, while his right hand shot out, with what he remembered was the intent to punch her in the face. Miss Bernsteins eyes widened in terror, and the next sight Rodney could recall was the chocolates she just shoved into her mouth dropping out of her mouth, coated red with blood. Blood also sprayed from her throat. The pencil in the grip of his right hand, with half of it buried in the teacher's throat.

Simultaneously, Miss Bernstein dropped the phone just as Rodney loosened his grip on the pencil. She let out a croaking, gurgling, scream, and both hands gripped the the pencil. She panicked, and broke off the end, with the remaining piece still lodged in her throat. She collapsed onto the floor. Rodney just stood in front of her desk, his body shaking and eyes twitching, as his teacher died on the other side. He saw her hand grab slap the desk in an attempt to pull herself up four times, only to collapse back to the floor.

After ten minutes of silence, Rodney broke from his stasis and looked over on the other side. Miss Bernstein was flat on her back, and unmistakably dead. Her mouth gapped open, with her tongue lolling out of her mouth, and blood still oozing from her lips. Her top was ripped down the middle, with one bare breast hanging out of her bra. She pissed herself; a large puddle of piss mixed with the puddle of blood pooling around and beneath her corpse.

Rodney Nguyen's family called the police when he failed to return home. They found him sitting next to the corpse of Michelle Bernstein, lifting the dead woman's exposed breast and watching it fall, at one in the morning.


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2:00 AM, Tuesday.
A deserted Louisiana road.

Tyler Dupree hummed along to the radio when he noticed the young black girl dozing at the bus stop out of the corner of his eye. It was a sudden impulsive act to stop. He pulled over to the side of the road, and turned off his engine. He sat there for a while as his truck ticked over.

Tyler reached into his pocket and took a swig of whiskey. Wiping his mouth, he got out, reached over into the bed of his pickup, and retrieved a loop of rope. He quickly tied a noose, and walked over to the girl. Tyler restrained the sleeping girl's arms and legs. He noosed the girl, and threw the rope over the top of the bus stop shelter roof. He walked around, and tied the end of the rope to his truck.

Angela had woken up by the time Tyler had finished. She struggled against her restraints. Tyler walked back to her. She looked at him with fear. He ripped open her shirt, revealing two perky C cup breasts. "Please don't do this, please!" she screamed.

Angela closed her eyes and sobbed. She heard the man walk back to the truck without a word. She heard the door slam, and the engine start. Angela panicked, and struggled harder against the ropes. She felt the noose finally tighten and dig into her neck as the truck drove away. The ground was a few inches away, but try as she might, she just couldn't get into contact with it.

Tyler got out of the truck and cracked open a beer. He watched the black girl swing and smiled.

Angela was nearing the end. Her eyes rolled up and her mouth hung slack, tongue lolling out. Her white trousers had a noticeable wet stain extending from its crotch all the way to the legs. Her slender fingers twitched. An almost silent exhale emerged from her still chest, and her eyes slowly closed. Angela Washington would never celebrate her 20th birthday.

Tyler cut her down and stripped the rest of her clothes off. He got a machete, and sliced open the girl's stomach. Pink tubes of intestines and red organs tumbled out. Tyler reached into her chest cavity, and removed her heart. The organ was still beating when he stomped it beneath his boot. "Fuckin niggers", he grunted.

K/V: Victim
Name: Private Mai Ishikawa
Age: 18
Sex: F
Characteristics: Youthful patriotic zeal, fanatical loyalty to the Emperor. Hates the Americans for killing her family during firebombing raids.
Scene: Your squad is ambushed by the Japs, but you manage to fight back. You and a young Japanese soldier are the only survivors. Kill or be killed.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Aoki Reika
Age: 14
Sex: F
Characteristics: The head of the student council, she is both elegant and kind.
Scene: You are hired to assassinate this girl and display her corpse as a warning to her comrades.


David flinched as another bullet thudded into the tree he was huddled behind, tightening his grip on his rifle, which he was unfortunately out of ammo for. He clenched his teeth as he glanced at the still forms of the rest of his squad, most of them wiped out by the explosion that had signaled the beginning of the Japanese ambush.

David and the sergeant had managed to hunker down and take down the majority of the enemy squad before the officer was killed, leaving David as the sole survivor of his squad. Luckily, he was pretty sure there was only one Jap left too, judging from the drastically decreased enemy fire. Unluckily, with his lack of ammo, David was pretty much just a sitting duck, with only his rifle bayonet and his knife as weapons.

Knowing this, he waited until the next bullet hit the tree, then immediately sprinted out from behind cover and charged the last enemy soldier with his bayonet thrust forward. As he got closer, David was surprised to see that the Jap was female, and fortunately for him, happened to be reloading her rifle at that particular time.

Clearly surprised by David’s sudden appearance, the Jap girl still managed to drop her rifle and twist out of the way of David’s bayonet, causing it to embed itself into the tree behind her. David saw the girl reach for her sidearm, and with the bayonet still stuck deep in the tree, quickly let go of his rifle and tackled the girl. They wrestled on the ground for a while for a brief moment, but David was larger and stronger, and managed to snatch her pistol away. He quickly pointed the pistol at her head, and she froze.

“Surrender”, David said in a tired voice. He untangled himself from the girl, then gestured at her to stand up as well, keeping the gun trained on her. She slowly got to her knees, and then in one quick motion, drew a hidden knife and sprang at him, while screaming something in Japanese.

David quickly stumbled back and loosed a single shot that hit the girl in the head, causing it to snap backwards, her body pausing briefly before slumping to the ground. He sighed as he walked up to the girl’s corpse, noting the bullet wound in her forehead, as well as the dark stain now spreading across the crotch of her pants. Now that he had time to inspect her outside of the heat of battle, David realized that the girl was quite beautiful, with a nice figure and shapely breasts.

It had been quite a while since he had been with a girl, and there was no one around to judge. David quickly began stripping her, starting with her pants and piss-soaked panties, before proceeding to the rest of her uniform, leaving her lying on the ground naked. He gently caressed her face, staring into her rolled up eyes, before kissing her slack mouth, being careful not to get any blood from the bullet wound on his face.

David pushed apart the girl’s legs and slowly entered her, savoring her tightness. He stroked her breasts as he continued to fuck her, occasionally shifting her into new positions as he explored her body. After nearly half an hour, David finally finished, leaving the Jap girl’s pussy and mouth filled with cum.

Having had his fun, David began salvaging equipment from both squads, preparing to find a boat and head back to the nearest American base. Before he left, he took his knife and hacked off the Japanese girl’s head, admiring the tears, blood, and cum coated on her face, and impaled it on a spike next to her naked and headless corpse, leaving a gruesome display for the Japanese soldiers to find.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Catherine Hewitt
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: Busty beyond belief, short messy hair, distant personality. She's a smart cookie, but her head is buried in the clouds.
Scene: Her father messed with the wrong mobsters. Kill his only daughter and make him suffer.

I took out the photograph given to me by the client, and wondered what the smiling young girl with bright blue eyes did to warrant death. My target was Aoki Reika, a 14 year old schoolgirl. This job would give me enough to finally retire, so I took it, but now I was beginning to have second thoughts. My victim was the same age as my daughter, and I kept seeing Claire's smiling face over Reika's.

I sat down at a bench, and took a look around. This park was a favorite shortcut of Reika's, and this bench was hidden from the street and nearby houses by heavy foliage cover. I'd make my move as she walked by, then bag her corpse up for delivery to my client.

I bent my head down at the newspaper in my hands. Soon enough, I heard footsteps.

Reika walked past, listening to her MP3 player. She was oblivious to the world. I moved quickly and slipped out my knife. I placed one gloved hand over her mouth, wrenched her head back and sliced her pale neck open.

Her blue eyes widened and her slender hands shot up to her throat, as if she could hold back the jets of blood. She switched to scratching at my arms in a final attempt to get me off. It was too late for that. She was losing way too much blood, way too fast. It sprayed out, pouring all over the front of her school uniform and dripping on the ground.

I felt her struggles weaken and I lowered her to the ground. Her eyes looked up at me, terrified. Panicked gurgles. She weakly raised one hand and pawed at my face. Tears ran down her young face.

She finally closed her eyes for the last time, and her body fell limp. I dragged her corpse into the bushes and wrapped her up in a large plastic bag. I felt relieved. No more killing after this.


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Name: Ashley Fields
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Scene: After your wife died and you lost your job, you got involved with organized crime to provide for your family. You are on the phone with your boss about a shipment, forgetting that your oldest daughter was home because of a fever. She comes in to tell you that she will be in the shower. After she leaves the room, your boss asks who you were talking to. He orders you to kill her, or he will wipe out you and your entire family. (Thought a reluctant killer scenario might be fun.)

Catherine left school earlier than usual due to anime club being cancelled; the portable they were assigned to was burned down after being struck by lightning. Her mother was out of town and her father wouldn’t leave the police station until after midnight, so she decided to walk home.

After thirty minutes, she turned the corner onto her street. Catherine noted that her driveway was empty as expected. She was surprised by the sight of a black Kia Soul in the driveway across the street, but quickly forgot about it as she walked across the lawn to the front door; they were just getting new neighbors, she thought to herself. The afternoon to herself was of greater interest to her

“I’m home!” Catherine yelled, even though she knew that nobody was there.

Catherine trotted up to her room and threw her backpack onto the bed.

“Now to let you girls out for some air,” she said, looking down at her chest.

Catherine took off the bowtie and unfastened the buttons on her shirt. The top fell to the floor, and her bra quickly followed; her massive breasts seemed to spring out. She started to remove her skirt, but stopped with it halfway to her ankles, when the door to her closet swung open. A man, in his early thirties, emerged clutching a suppressed Beretta 92.

Before Catherine could scream or run, the man pointed the gun and started firing. She felt the first hit the center of her throat and rip through larynx. Six hit her breasts, turning them into a bloody, fleshy, Swiss cheese, and piercing her lungs. Catherine fell to the floor, where she writhed and grasped her throat; she tried to scream, but only wet gurgling noises, followed by globs of blood, escaped her lips. Her chest heaved violently as she tried to draw breath into her collapsing lungs.

The man stepped forward, and a gloved hand grabbed a tuff of her short, yet messy, green hair, and forced her to look up. Tears filled her dark brown eyes, seeming to plead for mercy, as Catherine tried to contemplate why this was happening to her. When her mouth opened for another fruitless attempt to either scream or take in air, the man shoved the gun into her mouth. She let out a muffled, gurgled, screech and tried to push him away. He then fired five rounds into her brain. He removed the gun from her mouth and let her corpse fall to the floor. Her panties turned yellow and a dark spot formed in the carpet she was laying on.

Her killer put the gun in his pocket and pulled out a digital camera. He snapped several dozen images as proof for his client, then left. Due to her father’s busy schedule, her body wasn’t found until her mother returned from her trip and noticed a strong smell in the house.


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Name: Ella Conrad, nicknamed "The Bloody Belle of West Texas" due to her extraordinary kill count and disarmingly cute and attractive features.
Age: 19
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image
Scene: In the middle of town at high noon. Lets hope you can shoot well.

I was in the middle of a conference call with my boss when my eldest daughter walked in. I turned to her and desperately motioned at her to go away. "Hey dad, I'm gonna be in the shower for a while" she yelled, not noticing my frantic gestures. She turned and walked away to the bathroom.

Frank, my boss, was silent. "Who was that?" he asked in a menacing tone. "Just my daughter, sir, no need to do anything, sir" I answered nervously. "You know how I feel about anyone...non-essential listening to our conversations" Frank whispered. I could feel his coldness through the phone, and shivered. "What do you want?" I asked. "I think you should go...talk to your daughter, get her to pipe down for a while. Or else, your whole family might get a noise complaint, we wouldn't want that, would we?" Frank then hung up.

I began to sweat profusely. I knew what he wanted me to do, and every fiber of my being fought against it. Ashley was my oldest daughter, she was my flesh and blood. How could I kill her? But Frank was always serious about his threats. I thought about my wife, and my three younger daughters. Claire, Trish, Anna were all at elementary school right now. I had time to kill Ashley, dispose of her body, and clean up the evidence.

Trembling, I went to my room, and unlocked my gun case. A silenced .22 pistol gleamed dully under the fading afternoon light. I picked it up, pulled the slide back, and saw a round in the chamber. This was insane, I was really going to kill my own daughter. But it was to save the rest of my kids. I'm sure Ashley would understand, she loved her little sisters.

I could hear Ashley humming to herself in the shower. I slowly opened the door. Steam fogged up my glasses.
Ashley had gotten out of the stall and was drying herself off. Her adolescent body was wrapped in a towel, showing off her growing curves. I hated myself for what I was going to do to my kid.

"What are you doing da-?" Ashley was cut off as two .22LR rounds punched through her forehead. She fell back, smacking her head against the rim of the toilet. Blood splattered against the porcelain, and more blood began to pool under her head. Her eyes were frozen in shock. "Oh God, Ashley, please forgive me" I whisper in her ear. I tenderly wrap her head in a plastic bag. Gently, I pick her up and carry her to the basement.

I kept a lot of equipment for the mob there, including things they used to get rid of bodies. Slowly, I lower her corpse into a barrel of acid. In 24 hours, there will be nothing left of my beloved Ashley. Tears ran down my face, yet I dutifully head back up to clean the blood out of the bathroom.

One day, I'll get my revenge on Frank, I promise to myself. He'll feel the same pain I feel. But for now, I remain a loyal little mobster.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Yui
Age: 15
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. A somewhat shy, but usually very polite and diligent girl.
Scene: You're the rich owner (can be of either gender) of a huge mansion with numerous maids in your employ. But now you come across this one shamelessly playing with herself and making a mess, when she should be cleaning. Punish her and make an example out of her to all the other maids.


“You know how this goes.” The busty blonde smirks at me. “Ten paces, turn around, draw.”

“I know, I know. Ain't my first duel, missy.” But it's likely going to be her last. It's just about High Noon, so we both stand back to back, then start slowly walking, counting loudly.

Ella Conrad, the 'Bloody Belle of West Texas'. Her M.O. is as simple as it's effective. Using her charm and ...womanly attributes – and quite a nice pair of attributes at that – she'd sweet-talk and seduce others to get what she wants, be it money, information, or the opportunity to easily kill them, and if a man rebuffed her, she'd just challenge him to a duel. If he accepted, she'd take him out, if he refused, she'd just shoot then and there, sometimes aided by her flimsy top conveniently coming loose to give her a moment's distraction.

But none of that is about to work on me. Sure, I know the allure of an attractive woman – and by Jove, she's indeed attractive – as good as the next cowboy, but I just as well know the allure of bringing an outlaw to justice, but if this turns out to be my funeral instead, oh well, what can ya do.

“Ten.” We both turn around, glaring at each other hands at our colts...

Ella shoots first, and I let her, I found the trick is not to shoot first, but to shoot better. Leaning and twisting my upped body to the side as soon as I see her hand twitch, drawing my own revolver at the same time, I manage to only take a grazing hit to my arm. Gritting my teeth I fire back, the first bullet landing in Ella's lower stomach and the second shooting out her left knee, and she sinks to the ground, dropping her gun as she clutches her stomach. Looks like this duel's over.

I could have gone for her heart or even head, but I'd rather have the opportunity to see justice served, and given how many people she killed, that would have far too quick an end for her. Instead as the townsfolk slowly come out of their houses again, I walk up to Ella, picking up her gun on the way, and the outlaw looks up as she notices my shadow. There's a trickle of blood running from her mouth and face is slightly pale already, without a doctor she's as good as dead. “W-what are you waiting for? Finish me. Or are you suddenly feeling merciful, asshole.”

“You won't get no mercy from me, wench.” I briefly look around until I spot the owner of the convenience store. “Bring me some nice, sturdy rope, will ya? And someone get my horse! ...And a glass of bourbon.” The wound in my arm does hurt quite a bit, but the bleeding is not so bad, so I think I can wait a few minutes to see the doctor.

A few minutes later the store owner returns, already having had the foresight to tie the rope into a nice hangman's noose, and just in time for the boy from the bar to bring me my horse and a nice double of bourbon that I down in one go, before pulling Ella up by her arm, making her gasp in pain as she has to put weight onto her injured leg again. Supporting her just enough so she can walk, I lead Ella to an old nearby tree, followed by quite a few of townsfolk that by now seem to have figured out my intention.

The bar boy helps me lift Ella onto my horse's back, then I throw the rope over a branch hanging at just about the right height, place the noose around Ella's neck and tie the other end down. Finally I tear away her excuse for a top, letting her large, supple breasts bounce free, much to the appreciative sounds of the audience, all of which Ella only weakly seems to register; yeah, she'd definitely be done for anyways, with that injury. “Any last words?” No reply other than Ella looking up and glaring at me. “Didn't think so. May the Lord have mercy on your soul.”

I beckon my horse and he obediently starts walking, Ella leaning backwards in the saddle until she's finally pulled off completely and left hanging in the noose. The fall isn't nearly long enough to break her neck, so she immediately starts struggling and flailing, making her bountiful breasts sway rather nicely.

For someone who was just on the verge of death, Ella seems to have some energy left as she continues kicking, her legs stretching for the ground that's just out of reach, and her hands clawing at the noose digging into her neck. Her struggles keep on for several minutes, her desperate, choked gasps and the faint creaking of the rope the only sounds over the silence of the captivated audience.

Finally it looks like her struggles are slowly starting to weaken, even if she's still gasping for air and wildly shuddering, but it becomes clear she's slowly running out of strength with every passing moment. And indeed not before long her body goes limp, a dark wet sport growing in her shorts as she soils herself in death, much to the laughter of the audience.

“Justice has been served! The Bloody Belle of West Texas is dead!” I announce, eliciting a wave of cheers from the audience. After getting the local sheriff to sign me a letter that the body is indeed who she is, I take Ella down, then just lay her limp body over the back of my horse while I pay my tabs, then go on my way. I need to turn her in at the next big city for the bounty, but of course that's not to say I won't have some opportunities to enjoy her body on the way there.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Emma
Age: 38
Sex: F
Characteristics: See pic
Scene: You've broken into a home that you were certain was empty, looking to steal any valuables not bolted down. Unfortunately, you weren't as attentive as you thought, and you come across a woman in the bathroom. She's a witness, end her without alerting the neighbours.

I look down on the shivering young girl in a maid uniform and cross my arms. My newest employee had been only on the job for a couple of months before I found out she had a penchant for pleasuring herself within my house. Such filthy habits could not be allowed on my property, and due to some recent employment law reforms, I had the legal authority to punish her as I saw fit for violating her employment contract.

My private security team strips the teenager naked. They tie her hands behind her back before forcing the girl to her knees. One of the guards sets up a videocamera to record her punishment. The video will be used to remind my remaining maids about maintaining proper decorum.

Yui begs for forgiveness, her big doe eyes brimming with tears. Her small, firm breasts rise and fall as she begins to hyperventilate. A puddle of urine pools around her knees as she empties her bladder. Shame and fear flicker across her face.

I rise from my chair, and pick up an impressive looking blade from the table next to me. This sword has been in my family for well over 4 centuries, and it still looks as sharp as the day it came out of the blacksmith's shop. I give it a couple swings, getting a feel for its weight and center of gravity.

I motion to one of the guards, and he scurries over and forces Yui's head down. He grabs a fistful of her bright pink hair with one hand, and took hold of both her twintails with the other. The guard stretches both forward, clearing them away from Yui's slender young neck.

I rest the sword on her neck, taking pleasure from the way she twitches and gasps in shock at the sudden coolness of the metal. I observe her final moments, every micro movement, every breath and fidgeting motion as she strains against her restraints. With a swift motion, I raise the sword. Yui knows its the end, and she utters a long shrill scream, mindless and terrified.

The sword falls, neatly separating the young girl's head from her body. Her scream is cut off abruptly, replaced by a low whistle as her larynx loses contact with her lungs. Hot crimson blood sprays forth from the stump of neck, followed by a stream of vomit burbling from the cross section of her throat. Yui's body drops forward, smearing blood and puke across the carpet.

I step over her rapidly expelled bodily fluids and with one foot, I roll her headless corpse over. The private security goon who had held her hair gingerly places her head on top of her modest chest. Yui's final expression is a mixture of horror and shock. Dumb little whore, I think to myself. I call for the maids to come clean the mess up. Its hard getting good help these days.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Alexandria Brown
Age: 14
Sex: F
Characteristics: See Pic
Scene: While playing next to a creek, Alexandria finds you hiding in a makeshift tent in a thicket of trees. Unfortunately, for her, you are a convicted murderer who just managed to break out of prison several states over. You can't let a witness reveal your current location.


Our biggest operation was supposed to be quick, easy, and profitable. Pretty much the entire neighborhood – some upper class suburb full of rich snobs – was somewhere else for the Holidays. Ten of arrived in two different vans, and each person was supposed to break into a house and steal as much as possible. We hoped to make enough money to retire from our life of crime and live comfortably until we died. Most importantly, nobody was meant to get hurt.

For everyone else, things went smoothly. They looted their designated house, and emerged clutching bags full of expensive jewelry, gadgets, and even cash. I emerged with riches as well, but it came with guilt that would hang over my head to this day.

I swept through each room, tossing whatever looked valuable into one of the three burlap sacks I was carrying. I just finished ransacking the master bedroom and made my way to the bathroom. Before I could reach the door, the knob turned a woman emerged wrapped in a towel. She and I both stopped in our tracks and let out an audible gasp. In her state of shock the woman failed to notice the towel around her falling, and accidentally gave me a full view of her naked, wet, body.

Not that I particularly cared. In my own state of panic, sex was not on my mind. My thoughts were, "why was she there?", and "I need to get rid of her." Since we expected nobody to be home, none of us brought any firearms. I could have strangled her, but a struggle brought the risk of leaving hairs or DNA. It was my luck that whoever owned the room I just robbed had a large collection of daggers and swords.

I pulled one of the daggers from the sack, but hesitated – perhaps I could tie her up until we left?

I never got the chance to try. The initial shock wore off quickly, and she started huffing; I knew she was about to start screaming. Before she could, I slashed at her with the dagger. It ran across her throat, and blood sprayed everywhere. She collapsed to the floor with both hands over her throat, writhing and kicking her feet. She looked up at me, her brown eyes soaked with tears; she tried to say something, but an unintelligible gurgle was the only sound to escape her lips.

I merely stood there, mouth agape, as the poor woman thrashed about in a growing puddle of her own blood. Part of me wanted to call an ambulance, but I was too much of a coward to face the consequences. Another part of me wanted to jam the blade through her skull, to end her suffering. I just stood there, too scared to move, shivering like a child, and watched the life drain from her body. Her thrashing eventually slowed and stopped, replaced by the occasional spasm, before her body became completely still. It was the pitter-patter of piss hitting the floor, as her bladder emptied its' contents. Shit dripped from her asshole, and I decided at that point I was done; screw the contents of the bathroom.

Before I left the house, I went down to the kitchen to clean off as much blood as possible. I was the last one out – another minute and they probably would have left without me. There was a few specks of blood on my shirt, but it was dark and nobody said a thing.

By the time her body was found, about three weeks later, I had already relocated to Oregon. The news about the murder of Emma Simpson and the mass burglary filled the news slots for several weeks, before fading into history.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Szofia Fazekas, rank: Corporal
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image.
Personality: Rough spoken, extroverted, with a deep sense of insecurity for being one of the few females in her platoon. Extremely loyal to her friends.
Scene: Her company has been ordered to take part in a suicidal all out frontal attack against an impenetrable mountain fortress.


It had been weeks since I escaped the penitentiary. I was several states away, laying low in a public park far from any trails or camp sites. I had made it a habit to not stay too long in any single spot, and it was getting time for me to move again. Or at least, that's what I had planned for that fateful day.

The burbling creek ran, fat with winter run off from the mountains. I was filling up water bottles in preparation for my next move when the girl stumbled upon my little hideaway. The first thing I noticed was the tell tale sound of branches and leaves brushing against fabric, and then humming.

I hunched down low, and placed one hand on the revolver I kept in my waistband holster. Then I heard a young girl's voice right behind me. "Hey mister, whatcha doin?"

I almost fell over in surprise and twirled around. The girl was facing me, her hands filled with a bundle of sticks and twigs.
She dropped the sticks when she saw the gun in my hand. I moved almost automatically. In a flash, I tackled her. Slamming her into the ground, she exhaled dramatically and I took the opportunity to shove the barrel of the revolver under her chin.

Her blue eyes widened in shock. She kept her mouth shut, clever girl. Not that it would do her any good, but I wouldn't make it hard on her. "What's your name?" I ask her in a low voice.
"A-Alexandria", she whispered, her voice slightly cracking in adolescent fear. "How old are you, Alexandria?" I ask another question. "I'm fourteen, sir", she answered, again in a small voice.

There was a part of me that screamed, telling me to kill the kid and get the fuck out before her parents came looking. The sensible part of me. There was another darker part of me that whispered in my ear. Alexandria was a very pretty girl. Her eyes were large and soulful, lush lips that trembled in barely suppressed terror, her body still childishly slender, yet she had curves filling out in all the right places. It had been so long since I had been with a woman.

I take out my switchblade and cut open her t-shirt. Another cut took away her bra, revealing a modest bust. Alexandria closes her eyes and places her arms above her face, her entire body shivering with a misture of fear and disgust. I squeeze and fondle her immature tits, provoking squeaks and moans from the young teen.

I move my attention lower down, my knife making short work of her shorts and panties. There her vagina glistens, a thin tuft of pubic hair crowning her pussy. I take out my cock, already rock hard, and shove it forcefully in. I place one hand over Alexandria's mouth at the same time, while firmly pressing my revolver into her ribcage. A muffled scream comes as I break her hymen, her eyes are clenched shut now, tears streaming down her cheeks. I pump rythmically, almost robotically. I'm tearing at her vagina. Her hands scratch at my arms, but I don't notice. Alexandria is the tightest snatch I've ever been in and I enjoy my time with her immensely.
Like all good things though, my time with her was short. Alexandria notices my pumping frequency suddenly increase. She's no dummy, she puts two and two together. The girl begins battering at my arms and chest, her big blue eyes pleading with me. I ignore her. With a grunt, I come deep inside her womb.

Unfortunately, my orgasm also caused my trigger finger to slip.
The revolver thunders, spitting a .357 slug into the side of Alexandria's ribcage. The hollowpoint round expands almost immediately, slivers and chunks of the bullet tearing through the young girl's vital organs. Alexandria's eyes widen, then roll up. Crimson liquid drips and sprays past my fingers as blood pours from her mouth and nose. Her hands fall limply to her side, a few fingers twitching here and there. I pull out of her cooling pussy and light a ciggy.

A few hours later and I finally finish packing up. I wipe my brow and look over at the smouldering remains of the bonfire. Human bodies are surprisingly hard to break down, and I can still see glints of white bone amongst the blackened charcoal, brush and ash. I puff on the end of my cig one last time, and throw it in the middle of the bonfire pit. It bounces off what used to be Alexandria Brown's femur. I turn and walk away, already thinking about the next camp site.


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K/V: Victim (Consensual)
Name: Trinity Barker
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: See Image
Scene: Your daughter has a bad habit of laying around in skimpy outfits. You told her several times that you would kill her if she didn't stop. She knows you're serious, since she had a sister five years back who learned that lesson the hard way; you shot her, had her body stuffed, and sold to some perverts.

You assume Trinity isn't taking you seriously, but she is. In fact, she hopes you will. The idea of being killed by her father and sold as a sex doll is something she finds thrilling. So, she keeps dressing like a slut, and one day you come home to her on the couch like this.


During the last months of the Secessionist War, I witnessed some of the most desperate acts one could imagine. They knew defeat was inevitable, and most of their good soldiers died long ago. As we moved into their home island, they began to launch suicide attacks – some were successful, but most were not. Their raid on the Zaukaz Mountain Fortress was not only the least successful, but a wasteful use of an opportunity on their part.

Their navy successfully slipped past our detection and landed a few hundred soldiers with a small nuclear warhead deep within our territory. Rather than destroy a port city nearby, they chose to attack our strategic command center. They appearantly thought they could storm the place and set off their weapon underneath the mountain. We detected them before we were in range of any of their weapons.

It was an army of children, with most around fifteen, and the youngest probably not even thirteen. It should not have been a surprise, since we knew the secessionists were recruiting young, but I personally never fought them until that attack. Children or not, our artillery mercilessly fire cut them to ribbons, obliterating dozens every shot. Taking the fortress was impossible, and they probably knew it as well; less than a minute into the engagement, their warhead was detonated. In a blinding flash, the entire army turned to dust. The Zaukaz Fortress, built into solid granite and kilometers from the epicenter, barely felt it. Unfortunately, the town that developed around the fortress was not so lucky; over ten-thousand of my fellow countrymen were killed.

During the cleanup and rescue operation, I found a surviving secessionist taking refuge in one of the empty houses we planned to use for a temporary shelter. I entered the house and found her on the floor in the kitchen, eating a can of rations. She was probably between sixteen and seventeen, certainty below eighteen. Petite, with brown hair that barely touched the base of her neck. Her uniform was the traditional woman's Talisian dress shirt, miniskirt, and boots.

"Stand up!" I told her, with an assault rifle pointed at her back.

The girl turned around to look at me and started to reach for the gun on the floor.

"Don't think about it, sweetie."

Her hand stopped and she stood up. The soldier turned around to face me with her hands in front.

"Too bad, you are very pretty. I have a daughter at home who looks just like you, hairstyle and all." I stepped closer and she moved back against the wall, "A girl like you should be at school, flirting with boys and going shopping with your friends, not playing with weapons of mass destruction and killing so some old geezer can fulfill his dreams."

The female soldier backed against the wall. My eyes shifted up and down her body; from her scared, hateful, eyes, to her soft, firm, legs.

"It would be such a shame to let a beautiful thing like you go to waste, but it would be treason to pleasure you after killing thousands of innocent civilians."

I opened fire, and thirty bullets tore through her abdomen. She fell back and slid down the wall, and left a pasty streak of blood and intestine pieces. She coughed and spatters of blood dripped from her mouth. I drew my sidearm and pointed it at the center of her forehead; I waited for several seconds, as she coughed up more blood, then pulled the trigger.

The bullet punctured her skull and exited through then back; pieces of brain splattered against the wall. Her head tilted to the side and her eyes were vacant. A drizzle of piss flowed between her legs, and grew into a large puddle on the floor.

I slipped out of the house and sent to inspect another one in the area. Luckily, the nobody else checked to see if that house was suitable for survivors to take shelter. The entire population eventually relocated, so her remains are probably still rotting in there.


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V/K: Victim
Name: April
Age: 16
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. A delinquent girl who avoids going home in order to escape her abusive father.
Scene: Abandoned car park at midnight.

"Trinity Williams Barker, this is it! I'm done with your slutty ass laying around", Mr. Barker yells in frustration. His daughter Trinity lazily turns her head to face him as he enters the living room. "You gonna do somethin' about it, daddy?" she drawls. "I'm going to kill you and mount your head on the fucking wall next to my fucking Singing Trout", Mr. Barker huffs. He turns around and leaves the living room.

Trinity couldn't believe her luck. Her most intense memory was of the time dad had snuffed little Mikayla, only 10 years old at the time. He had tied her hands and legs together, before inserting his prized Remington Auto-5 up her ass. Mikayla had bawled her eyes out, begging daddy not to kill her. Trinity shivered as she recalled the image of the little girl mewling in pain, the remains of her stomach cavity blown all across the backyard. Ever since then, it had been her strongest desire to be killed by daddy.

A short while later, he returns. He has a rather elegant looking katana sheathed at his side. "Alright, little missy, we're going outside. I don't want your blood to stain my couch", he orders Trinity in a stern voice. Trinity slowly uncurls and stands up. She stretches her arms and legs, then looks up at her father with a playful smile. "I've been waiting for this moment", she sighs.
Mr. Barker just grabs her by the arm and forcefully pulls her to the backyard.

Once outside, Mr. Barker forces Trinity to her knees. He unsheathes the sword, and places the blade right by his teen daughter's neck.
The 17 year old ties up her long brunette hair into a bun, and cranes her neck forward. Her plump breasts rise and fall as she breathes shakily in anticipation. Mr. Barker sighs as his daughter moans in the most slutty way he's ever heard. He can't stand to watch this, and with a practiced swing, he slices Trinity's head from her shoulders.

Trinity's head tumbles forward in a spray of blood. Her body slumps forward, shivering and pouring blood all over the lawn. Urine trickles past her spasming fingers.
Mr. Barker leans down and picks up his daughter's head from the ground by her hair. Her eyes stare forward, her mouth slightly parted. "You sure took this better than your little sister, she wouldn't stop crying and begging" he grudgingly admits to the decapitated head.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Elsa
Age: 17
Sex: F
Characteristics: Long red hair, blue eyes, 1.74m tall, wearing, pink underwear (bra, slip)

K/V: Victim
Name: Ting
Age: 15
Sex: F
Characteristics: Long black, brown eyes, 1.62m tall, wearing black lingerie (bra, slip)

K/V: Victim
Name: Jennifer
Age: 12
Sex: F
Characteristics: short red hair, blue eyes, 1.45 m tall, wearing a pokemon shirt and a short skirt, no panties.

Scene: At home. Out of boredom the bisexual Elsa and her girlfriend Ting try to "introduce" Jenny to the joys of sex, but they are surprised by a serial rapist and killer.


It was one of those places in the outskirts of the suburbs which were just there, but no one ever visited them, if they didn’t want to hide from the world. One would rather drive by on the on the highway that passed in a few hundred meters distance, towards the glittering lights of the city. The economy had long moved on and left the carpark in its misery. Grass had overgrown much of the place, its three stories crumbling and littered with trash, its walls covered in grafitti tags. The pungent stench of old urine and barf was most prominent in places next to empty beer bottles, cans or needles, left here by junkies who sought the loneliness to get their fix.
There were some derelict cars, there were always some in this kind of places, left to rust by their owners, some outside the car park, rusty brown and with milky windows, some in the car park itself, not looking better. The old van I was driving was not in the best shape itself, and would be even worse after I would light it up to cover the tracks of my crimes. In between those cars that were already here, it wouldn’t attract attention until I was long gone. Three dead bodies lay on its backseats, a daddy, a mummy and a girl daughter, murdered, and, in case of the two females, abused and raped. I really had raped the shit out of that little girl, before I cut her throat in front of her mommy.

I returned to the car and sat down in its driver seat once again, door closed but window half open to catch some air. I allowed myself to relax for a moment and closed my eyes. It was only when I heard the metal clanking of a can being kicked around, that my eyes shot open. My gaze roamed over to the clock, which showed 0:02, so I had dozed off barely 15 minutes. Nevertheless I scolded myself for not being attentive enough. I couldn’t risk being seen. Fortunately the Van was black, and I had switched off the light, so it was barely visible here far in the back of the second story of the car park.

Her white shirt was clearly visible in the dank darkness, reflecting the dim light of a distant flickering lantern and the full moon, and revealing the curvy shape of the girl which I estimated at 15 or 16 years old. My own darkish grey pullover and pants in contrast made me almost vanish inside the old van. She hadn’t seen me, or even the van, so I exhaled and took my hand from the gun which I had grabbed almost instinctively.

She lethargically chewed on a chewing gum and generally gave a rather unmotivated impression, as she kicked the can around a little further and sat down on a huge heap of rubble, which had come down as some of the ceiling collapsed, and from which several long rusty metal bars stuck out in different directions.

My instincts awoke, and I knew that I had to have her. I rarely had the chance for another victim in phases when I was on the run, so I promised myself to enjoy this even more. I reached behind the passenger seat, past the severed head of the dead girl, grabbed my backpack with all my weapons and tools. I watched her a little longer, staring into the darkness, saw how she grabbed a stone from the heap and threw it over the balustrade. I switched of the interior light, so it wouldn’t alert her to my presence once I, slowly, very slowly, opened the door. Carefully i took out the blue pills, the rope, the handkerchiefs and the Chloroform from the black backpack, closed it again and snuck out of the car.
It were my last Viagra, so I would have to murder another pharmacist girl soon, because Viagra made the whole ordeal even better: It allowed to stay hard, even when the object of desire had been raped and murdered already hours ago. Nothing beats chemically induced stamina meeting the desire to fuck dead bodies.

She opened her eyes again, but only to sigh. She didn’t really feel comfortable in this cold wet place, yet she didn't want to go home either, I could sense that, there was this special kind of undecidedness to her attitude. And she wouldn't. She would never go anywhere again. As I watched her, while circling her in the darkness, I felt my cock, pressing hard against the zipper from the inside of my pants. One could have meant that the Viagra was already working, but I knew that this was still all natural. The Viagra would kick in later. It was the expectation of another brutal murder, the fantasy of taking her life in the most brutal way possible while raping her senseless. The beast had awoken again and it would be fed.

I was almost there, already behind the big heap of rubble, when she prepared to get up. She did sit on a rusty metal grate that had been part of the rubble too, and she had to lean on some of the bigger concrete pieces, giving me a window of opportunity, as she sought for support to get up easier.

Without hesitation I jumped out of my hideout and then forward, reaching out and pressing the chloroform filled handkerchief onto her face. She struggled for a few seconds in my grasp before the Chloroform did its job and the girl sank down into my arms unconsciously.

At first I had thought about carrying her to the van and rape her between the corpses of its owners, but seeing the spiky heap of concrete, with the rusty grate and the metal bars another idea came to mind. Biting my lips in anticipation, I removed her skirt and shirt, and uncovered red long stripes running over her back, thick enough to be the remainder of a belt or a particular broad stick. So that was the reason she was not going home… most likely the work of her daddy. What an amateur. Much less bad than what I had in mind for that bitch.

I was about to throw away the skirt, as I felt a little weight in it. Feeling for it I found a small pocket and a purse inside. Pure sadistic joy made me open it and rummage through whatever was inside. No pictures, change and two ID Cards. One Students ID, and a library card. April. Sweet 16…. And what a nice name. April, sweet little sixteen, who died in September. Story of a Summer. I grinned. It was always better to know their names.

With that stupid grin of evil anticipation, I took out the rope and bound the unconscious girl by ankles and wrists onto the rusty grate, in the probably most uncomfortable position possible. Her back rested hard against sharp cold metal, while her legs, spread eagled, were bound tightly to the metal bars that stuck out of the heap of concrete, leaving her open to any violation which I would have in store for the cunt that waited beneath the bluish fabric of her slip.

The sudden rush of violence took hold again. I tore her bra apart, and then her slip, and while I did so I recognized how the cold finally did its work already and made her hairs stick out… but also her nipples. I held her slip under my nose and inhaled her female scent for a few seconds before pushing the fabric into her half open mouth and binding the makeshift gag in place with the remainder of her bra. Looking down the body of the bitch, I joyfully recognized that she sported a cleanly shaven cunt. With impish evil joy I licked her left teat and then her right, and couldn’t help it, so I bit into her nipple, which made her exhale and groan painfully in her chloroform induced haze, letting a small cloud appear in front of her lips. She groaned, and I knew the cold and the uncomfortable resting place would make her wake up soon, now as the chloroform lost its effect, so I had to hurry.

I slipped out of the backpack, let it fall onto the ground with a thudding noise, opened it, took out my “tools” and put them next to her bound naked body: A small saw, a combat knife, more rope… a pickaxe. I didn’t know yet which one I would use later, each kill was a spontaneous decision, but better to have them in place rather then have the rummage through the stuff later. Then I unbuckled my belt, and stepped out of the pants after letting them glide down my legs. I took the belt out of the pants, and began to caress her breasts with its leather.

“Mhmmm….“ I moaned. “…Let’s start with something you know…”

My cock stood erect beneath my black underwear, spanning it like a tent, as I hauled off and let the leather belt swat on the skin of her giant tits with full force.

Her eyes shot open.

She wanted to scream, but only muffled moans came from her gagged mouth. I beat her again, and again… and again. And while I did so, my left hand pushed down my underwear and exposed my cock to her. She would know what was about to happen. And she shook her head. Frantically. With wide open eyes that were filled with panic. I loved it.

Again I hit her tits and torso with the belt, exerting all my strength and leaving another long red mark on her once flawless titty skin. Tears of pain welled up in the corners of her eyes and I heard her whimper, muffled by the makeshift gag. I didn’t care. I loved it.

I leaned in and whispered into her ear “You should have gone home April… the flogging that your dad would have given you, is nothing compared to the pain that I will make you suffer while I… RAPE … you. And then I will…” I waited for a moment to ensure that I owned all her attention, before I continued with pleasure in my voice, even prolonging the words in order to enjoy the situation and my power over the helpless girl:”...muuuurdeerrrrr youuuu...!”

She immediately began to struggle against the ropes as survival instinct set in, but they were bound too tightly. I put the belt aside for a moment, grabbed her waist with both of my hand, and lined my raging hard cock up to her pussy.

“But first you cunt shall be raped, and hard!” I hissed into her face, which stared back at me with wide open eyes full of frantic fear. Her breath was squeaking and rustling with shock, but this only made it better. I loved it when the fear became physical. It made the whole ordeal so much more real.

Then I pushed my hip and drove my hardon into her tight pussy. Again. Again. Deeper! Each time I leant in, put all my weight into the thrust, not only because I wanted it so much but, also to ensure that the metal in her back would dig deep into her flesh. Again… HARD! Another PUSH. Her eyes were red with tears, and her whimpers of pain and fear connected with the shallow breath of shock. I grinned and shoved my cock in deep, pushing her torso down and making it scrape over the rusty grate, while her tits bounced up and down for my enjoyment. Again… HARD! AGAIN! I was in heaven.

“Yes Bitch... how do you like that, hunh?” I grunted, staring at her tits which jumped up and down in the rhythm of the rape, then leading my gaze upwards until I stared into her crying face that was a testament of fear. My right hand sought for the leather belt that I had put aside, but I needed a few moments before it finally found it. Enough to enhance her fear even more.

“You know what I really like, April? I like it when my victims die while I rape them. I love it when their last spasms milk my seed from my cock… but first… first I make them suffer!”

I hauled off and beat her with the belt. Again. Again. Again. Again… Each time that I drove my hardon into her cunt, the leather belt hit her flawless skin and made it flawed. More and more red streaks appeared while I fucked her with ever faster pace, together with bluish brown bruises in places where the belt buckle hit. She screamed into her gag full force, pain and fear mixing in this special cocktail that turned me on so much. Each thrust made her scrape over the metal grate, and I felt how my left hand was getting wet from the blood that was running down her back. “Does that hurt April? I hope it hurts…” I grunted into her face just to mock her pain, and tell her how I felt about her. She existed only to satisfy my violent urges. She was there to die for me. Again I hit her with the belt and then again, working it like a whip, and enjoying every moment of her painful muffled screams.

When my first climax approached I paused for a moment, staring down on her hapless body trying to wriggle out of the tight ropes. She twitched from a near nervous breakdown and from exhaustion. I grinned. I slung my belt round her neck, led it back through its buckle and then I pulled. Further… and further… until the leather strap clasped about her neck tightly, choking her. I pulled harder, until no sound was coming from her mouth anymore, before I removed the gag and witnessed her struggle against the asphyxiation.

“Time to ride you bitch proper…” I grunted, and grabbed her waist with my bloody left hand again, leaving red bloody stripes on a torso that was fully covered in marks and bruises. Then I pushed her onto my cock by tugging on that belt around her neck, using it at the same time for support and balance like a rodeo rider. And then again. Her panic grew, the fear of suffocating driving her into that special place where her mind was blanking, falling back into the fight or flight instinct, which made her tear on the ropes without sense and made them cut deep into her wrists. She was beyond pain. She was dying and she knew it. I didn’t care. I didn’t stop… “Die… you bitch… Die…” I hissed into her face and rode her further, pulling myself forward at the belt that was suffocating her. I was so close to cumming. Cumming in her pussy. Cumming in her cunt. I saw her stare at me. I stared back, eyes wild with sadistic pleasure, savoring every second of her death struggle. She twitched. Her body cramped, tried to arch but couldn’t. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, whose lips had turned purple for oxygen deprivation and then… just when I was about to come, her eyes went blank, rolled back. She was dead.

I came.

I held the belt further with one hand while I rode her corpse like a rodeo horse. Later I cut of her head and fucked that. Then I raped her headless body again.

When I returned to the car, tugging her corpse on its feet with my left hand and holding her head on its hair with my right, the clock showed 4:30. I stuffed her into the back to the other corpses and covered them with gasoline from the gas canister. The car burnt good, but I didn’t stay. I changed into something that was not bloody and washed myself with the contents of a water bottle. I had to find a pharmacy and a new car.


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K/V: Victim
Name: Anna
Age: 16
Sex: F
Characteristics: Long brown hair, clear blue, 1.74m, wearing a blue jeans shirt, black trousers, white and pink sneakers.

Scene: An abandoned depot at the harbour, where Anna wakes up from a drug indused sleep, to face her killer, a serial rapist and murderer.


I turned the photo in my hand, as I silently opened the front door of the big suburban house… which was almost a villa. Two redhead girls and an asian girl with glasses. The text on the back was written in an exceptionally beautiful handwriting.

It said

Thank you MissParker for being so understanding about Janines choice. You are a great woman.

Ting Wang

Ting Wang , the name of the Asian girl… most likely Chinese or taiwanese, it had such a ring to it. The other two girls were Janine and Jennifer I presumed, I knew that from the earthen sign that hung on a small hook on the Pillars in front of the garden gate. It had shown four persons as little figures with names over their heads. One male and three female. The males name was John, the largest females name Clara. The names over the next smaller female figure was Janine, and the name over the smallest was Jennifer. It also showed the family name: Perkins.

Well… John and Clara may have been awesome, but they were also very dead already. They did park at the wrong diner in the wrong part of the country… my part, or at least the part where I temporarily resided. It was dark already and a little chilly due to the November weather when I got to them. They were on their way away from home, I figured that out from the side of the road at which the diner was located and the home address that was stored in the navigation. And they seemed to plan to attend to a classic concert… Schubert… according to the tickets which I found in the woman’s handbag, in the city, and it hadn’t started yet when I got to them. It was always nice to piece together something about their lives after I took them... it made the whole ordeal more special.

When I first saw them, he had taken a piss and came from the toilet… while she had gotten herself a coke from the diner. While she drank, they were talking about their three daughters. Their bad luck was only, that they chose the wrong diner for their short rest.

I followed them to their car… a van... family car… and then I snuffed them. First him and then her.

His tuxedo was obviously tailor made, while her evening gown was red with a lot of cleavage, yet still very wearable, blood red, so it remained only marginally spoilt by the blood of her husband and her own cut carotid artery as she gurgled blood while I raped her over her husband’s corpse. I still remember the feeling when her body cramped due to the blood loss around my hard dick, making her body milk me for my seed, and the moment her gaze went rigid and dull while she fell limp almost immediately before I came in her.

A nice car they had too… with a lot of space. I used it to drive to their home. At first, before I found the photo with their daughters, I almost doubted if my lust hadn’t been quenched already… yet as I saw the two redhead girls… they clearly resembled their mom… especially the oldest redhead teen. I estimated her at 17 and the younger one, with the short hair and the braces, at 12… probably 13. The asiabitch in the back could have been 16 or 20… those asia girls were always looking young for a long time… so she was probably older than I guessed at first.

In order to be prepared, I took Viagra, I didn’t need it for medical reasons, yet a prolonged session of sex with these two hotties… and I wanted it to be prolonged… called for severe measures. And severe they were… 100mg… the largest dose… easy to obtain if you snuff the right apothecary, and definitely worth every milligram of it.

I smiled in anticipation while driving with a hardon. Also… I thought that the whole idea to go there was born from practical considerations. If I killed them too… it would give me a few more days, before anyone would miss the parents. I knew deep inside that this was not the REAL reason I was driving there… but it was a reason… and that was all I needed.

Standing before the door now,I saw that there was light in the back, but the hallway seemed to be dark, so I turned the keys in the lock silently, entered silently and carefully snuck through the hallway illuminated only by my flashlight.

I heard moaning sounds, definitely sexual and high pitched like the asia bitches tend to do. I remembered the Asian girl from the picture, Ting?. Could I really be this lucky? It seemed so… I took my breath slowly, and moved forward even more carefully. But if she was here… then the younger sister would have to be in bed already… this early? Was her bigger sister really this selfish? If it was as I thought I would have to find the young one first and gag her in order not to alert her sister… or kill her immediately, but that would be a waste if I couldn’t rape her.

As I approached the living room, I switched off my flashlight., The light was on in there anyway and I didn’t want to alert them of my presence…yet.

“Hmhmmm… Dear god… Ting… you eat her out so good….” I heard one voice say, and another one answered, with a slight Chinese accent… “We… should have done this earliar Janine… she is so ready…” Then the first voice again…: “What do you say Sis… are you ready… shall I get my strapon and deflower my own sister in front of my girlfriend?”

Another voice, definitely younger, answered, slightly unsure, but definitely intrigued “I… I… should we really… ? I mean…. uhmm …okay… I think yes… I really would like you to be the one… Sis… oh dear … this… feels so wrong…, what if Mom and Dad…“ to which her sister answered: “Mom and dad won’t be home for hours… trust me… they are still on their way to the concert…”

Well that was half right. They won’t be home soon… or anytime ever. I disposed their corpses in some wilderness. I realized my hardon now, brought upon by the dirty talk of the three girls and the Viagra. Goddamnit, they were really seducing the younger sister to a fuck…

I heard the younger voice again, this time with a slightly lewd undertone though “Then.. let’s do it sis… fuck my virginity out of me…” to which her sister answered “Ooookay… I am gonna get the tools of the trade…”

I was so hard… my prick poked against my jeans almost painfully, almost distracting me from the task at hand. I couldn’t listen to its urges though, I had to concentrate. I quickly withdrew through a door just before the lights in the hallway went on, closing it up to a slit through which I saw the gorgeous redhead teen, Janine, pass by and vanish through the opposite door into the bathroom. She wore nothing but her pink bra, and I could see her sex exposed from behind between her well rounded buttocks. She had freckles on the small of her back, probably more of them further up, but they would be hidden under her straight ginger hair. She also had them on her face. I knew that from the photo.

In the living room I heard her sister moaning while…well… obviously Ting was doing something to her… most likely something involving her tongue… or so I imagined.

As the older redhead sister halfway closed the door behind her, I slipped out of my room, snuck to the living room door and closed it silently, such that, whatever noise Janine would make when I overpower her… it would not alert Ting and Jennifer. Then I produced a handkerchief from my pocket and soaked it in some chloroform out of my backpack, from which I also took two ropes… Things that were actually my “tool of the trade”, and snuck over to the bathroom door, just in time to hear Janine contently claim “Ah… there it is…”
Then everything had to happen quickly. I caught a glimpse of her as I opened the door, and before she was able to shriek I put my hand with the handkerchief on her face: She was strong, yet I, having done this time and time again, was more skilled and stronger. I turned her towards the mirror, and saw her eyes widen as she could see us, my scarred face behind her, my black hair that was slowly turning grey, and my eyes with their cold gaze of grey steel staring back at hers. I smiled… she panicked.

She struggled, her wide eyes showing the panic that she was going through, I could literally see how her mind connected the dots, and what would happen to her and her sister and girlfriend. No sound escaped her though, even if it was hard for me to hold her and prevent her from topping over anything that could alert Ting or Jennifer of anything suspicious if it broke audibly.
I held her… felt her strength fade in the same way I saw her fear increase in her eyes…. My smile got broader… I enjoyed this sight. I would have preferred not to use the chloroform, but I deemed it too dangerous that one of them could escape if I had to handle them all at once,so I had t take themout one by one and secure them for later handling.

Only when she let go on the strapon, a blackish thing with a HUGE dildo, I would let go of her and let her slide to the ground slowly. “You wanted to fuck your virgin sis with that? You are almost as sadist as I am girl…” I whispered into her ear, imagining she would hear it through her drug induced haze, but knowing it was just my imagination. It was more for my own gratification than for her. Quickly I turned her body so it would lie on the stomach and bound her hands and feet with the ropes from my backpack. Uncomfy things, prone to let her chafe her wrists, but Janine would become a lot more uncomfortable and much more hurt anyway…

I also noticed her scent, how similar it was to her mothers, the same sweat, the same strawberry shampoo. Freckles all over. I couldn’t resist and gave her pussy a good lick, which I extended over her belly and then up to her neck ending it at her lips which I kissed in lewd anticipation… Then I hid her in the shower which was located behind the door if it was opened, so one wouldn’t see her if one came in. I hid with her, knowing well that soon her girlfriend would look for her, giving me the opportunity to catch her too.
Divide and Conquer. Easy. I still felt the lust, the rush and the anticipation, but now I had to concentrate and I did.

The moaning stopped… a door in the hallway opened, and a voice “Janine? “ her girlfriends voice, just as I anticipated. Steps closing in, the sound of bare feet on the tiles of the hallway… then a shadow as the smallish asian teen entered. She adjusted her glasses, looking left and right and then when her gaze turned for the mirror, I pushed the door to the side, leapt out and put the chloroform handkerchief onto her face too… shifting her glasses into a skewed angle, such that it almost fell off during the following struggle… yet only almost. Sexy nerd… I thought to myself. The chinese hottie was not nearly as strong as her girlfriend, so she seemed to be the beau and Janine most likely the butch, the masculine side of their budding but soon to be cut short relationship.

Also that job would be taken now, for the rest of their last miserable remaining hours…

When the chloroform did its job finally, and Ting fell asleep in my arms, I draped her over Janines body, face to face, before binding her hands behind her back with the soft belt of one of the two pinkish bathrobes that were hanging next to the shower, Janines and Jennifers, according to the names that were embellished. I bound her ankles with the other one, tested the knot and then, content with my work, turned for the living room.

On my way I unbuckled my belt, and let my pants slide through the ground, the clinking sound very audible as it hit the tiles. I grunted… subdued as it may be, but probably audible even by the girl that waited patiently in her parents living room. There I stood in the hallway, blackish pullover, but nude from my waist downwards, my rigid cock poking in anticipation about what I was about to do. I knelt and took my combat knife from my pants girdle…

“Uhm.. Janine? Ting? Did you want to trick me? This is not funny… this is no prank is it?” I heard from the living room, Jennifers sweet teen voice even infuriating the lust in me more. I was rock hard… due to Viagra and anticipation.

The odd noise from the hallway must have alerted the naïve thirteen year old… and so the voice of Jennifer changed… anger made way for anxiousness… “Janine? “She asked… then “Ting?” I grinned. This was what I wanted. This was what turned me on. Her sister and her sisters girlfriend were in the bathroom, asleep still, and bound if they woke up… giving me plenty of time to “care” for this little slut.

I stepped through the door and into the living room. Allowing the nubile young girl to see me, and me to see her. She had a pokemon shirt on, a little skirt, yet nothing underneath, I could see it, the way she sat on the floor. Her pink panties were removed and lay next to her on the floor. A little wet spot in the greyish rug betrayed the act that she and her sisters girlfriend had performed and I am absolutely sure it was not all saliva that had tarnished the fabric…

“No… No prank… but fear not… you WILL lose your virginity today… while I murder you… and it will hurt“ I heard myself say, and in this moment she began to scream… and what a nice scream it was, high pitched and full of terror,

I leapt and caught her just as she tried to get up, pressed her down easily with my weight and held my knife to her throat…. “Your sister can’t help you now… little girl… no one can… I am gonna rape you now and if you don’t behave I will kill you right now and then rape your little corpse… do you understand?”

Her eyes welled up in tears yet she nodded. I brought the knife to her chest, slicing the yellow body of Pikachu in two halves. I tore on the shirt with my other hand and the weakened fabric tore open, revealing her tiny nipples on her juvenile tits. “B cup… at least. If you would live longer, I would say you could grow as big as your sister… ”

“No.. please no mister…” I heard her whimpering sobbing voice,” let me go please… I will do anything…”

I had heard this before, but it had the same sweet tone as always to me… even more so now that it came from such a young beauty. I smirked wickedly, signalizing her that I did not care in any way for what she wanted… that I even enjoyed her fear… before I licked her face with my tongue… like an animal that was testing his prey.

“Yes.. you will Jennifer. If you want or not…”

“Mom and dad will be home soon… please mister…”

“Mom is dead… and your dad too… how do you think I got the keys and address?...But rest assured, your death will not be any less painful than your moms… or even less degrading…”

Then she started crying… uncontrolled and almost violently, while I pushed up her skirt and put my dick to her pussylips… hard as hell and throobing already… “But first things first… you ought to be be raped… otherwise it would be only half the fun wouldn’t it you dirtly little rape cunt?” Then I pushed and she screamed. She was tight as hell, and I never had a girl this young so I was… pleasantly… surprised. “Hmm… “ I moaned…. “I think I just deflowered you…” I said, snow holding the knife to her throat again, and holding her down with my other arm. “You little slut… wanted to have sex with your sister hmm? Now you gonna get it… I am gonna fuck your pussy and cum in it and then I am gonna cut your beautiful little head off and fuck your gullet and cum through it into your mouth too… hmmm…”

She screamed...

“Noooo please… MOM… DAD…. JANINE!!! “, she screamed, sobbing tears audible through her broken voice. I estimated that her sister would wake up soon, given how strong she was… and then she would be forced to listen how her sister was being raped and murdered by a serial killer… I imagined the horror it would infuse her with, and felt how I became even harder and more aroused, now within the little sluts pussy.

I fucked Jennifer violently, raped her almost carelessly, pushed my cock into the little teen cunt again and again while she cried and cried and cried… “hmmm yes… cry little girl… let your sister know how much you suffer…” I said, and ran the knife over her tits, cutting into her skin and releasing small rivulets of blood that ran down her freckled skin until they colored the two tattered remains of her whitish pokemon t-shirt red.

Then I heard her sister… she had woken up…


This was the right time…i just waited for one last scream of the little fuckslut which I raped the shit out right now…


It was cut short and ended in gurgling. Loud enough that even her sister would know… I had cut the little girls throat mid word, and blood was spraying all over me and her, coming from her punctured carotid… I saw the terror in the little girls eyes as the knowledge that she would die was dawning on her… she would try to scream but could only gurgle… She would try to breathe but for no effort, her throat was cut and blood sprayed from it in the rhythm of her heartbeat,

I fucked her even harder, made her body shake with the impacts of my cock deep in her pussy. “NIKRRKRKKGLGLCHHHH” came from the little girls mouth, blood bubbling form her lips, kissed away by me as I intensified my ride… and then I felt it.. felt my approaching orgasm…

“mhmm… probably you can do what your mom couldn’t while I raped her on your fathers corpse… probably you can feel me fill you… before …you…DIE… Jennifer…“

Her eyes were wide with terror, she sobbed gurgling bloody tears from her mouth, while I pushed my cock into her wet twat relentlessly.

I grunted like an animal, barely able to form the words :”Yes… Die you little slut...die while I fuck you…unh…unh…unh… die while I cream in you… unh..unh…unh”

I knew her sister would hear my words, try to escape the knots with which I had tied her ankles and wrists, yet for no avail, panicking as she heard her little sister die at the hand of a serial rapist and killer, yet unable to do anything to save her.

It made me cum.

I grunted my orgasm into the living room, and saw how the little girls eyes flickered in her last attempts to stay alive, breathing with gurgling, smacking and squishing sounds through the new hole in her throat… while blood formed a pool under her, completely spoiling the rug beneath her, blood that ran over her nubile body in rivers, until soon the rhythmical pulsating of the fountain at her the throat, which fed the flow, subsided…
Soon it became a steady flow, followed by her cramping violently as her brain released some last epileptic orders…. Legs.. arms twitching, body tensing and milking sperm from my cock and into her dying body. And then, when the little girls eyes finally turned blank and rigid, when she finally died, even though her muscles were still twitching… I came the last drop of my orgasm into her cramping pussy.

“Yess….” I groaned.

“YOU…YOU… I WILL KILL YOU!” I heard from the bath. Given how there was no sound coming from her little sister anymore, and how even my primeval grunting was gone, Janine would, deep inside of her, know that the deed was done. Her little sister was dead. There was still a little hope to cling to though… everyone would have it… some last… “probably it’s just a trick to make us docile” or something. A nagging insecurity that would just enhance her fear.

I decided to ease said insecurity…

I raised from the corpse of the litte teen and grabbed it by its hair, which was short, but long enough to allow for this. Then I went for the bath, dragging the lifeless body behind me. The sounds alone, as I dragged the corpse through the hallway of their home, must have been unnerving for her sister… because what else could… or would… I drag with me…

Then I entered the bath and positioned me, so Janine could see me, past the head of Ting who was draped on her and who was still sleeping due to the chloroform, even despite Janines heartwrenching screams:“No…. god… NOOOO…NOOOO… JENNIFER!!!” which subsided into violent crying when I let her dead little sister’s corpse fall to the ground, and she finally realized the truth. Jennifer was gone. It was always something else if one finally saw it. She broke… one could almost hear it in her sobbing.

“NOOOAHHAHAAHHHHHAHHAHHHH!” she cried, eyes red and swollen, yet still, in an inexplicable way sexy… at least to me. She was laying there in a corner, her girlfriend on top of her, so she wouldn’t have a good sight at all. I had to change that. I took Ting and draped her over the rim of the bathtub, head inside… feet outside. She was still asleep, even though she would also wake up soon. She had just been smaller and thus the drugs had a bigger impact on her. Not for long anymore. Then I turned for Janine, an evil smile on my face, which was very much sprinkled by her sister’s blood., and dragged her over to the toilet where I left her lying with the best view on what I would do to her girlfriend, and the corpse of her little sister.

With a few pushes I got rid of my shirt and pullover, showing my tattoo covered upper body. Not the nice kind of tats though, the one you got from very evil places. A women fucked on a guillotine while her head was already in the basket… a woman fucked while hanging… the sentence: “Die bitch die” in large gothic letters written over my upper torso… all this and an evil smirk on my lips and an insane fire in my eyes would tell her what kind of person I was…

Well I had just murdered her sister… so she would know anyway.

The Chinese slut was hanging over the bathtubs edge, not the most comfortable of places… but it would soon be even more uncomfortable. She moved as I approached her but her bound ankles and wrists cared made it impossible to get far.

“What…? Where…?” where the first words that the chinabitch spoke.

“In Hell…” I answered while I opened up the tap, and closed the drain. Janine stared at me, shook her head and begged me “No..please no… do with me as you like… just…please let Ting go…”

True love… I was almost jealous. Take me instead… a plea aiming to create compassion, while in fact only creating more lust in me to destroy her…

With my left I held Ting on the bathtubs edge, even as she started struggling. With the right I shoved the tab lever to the deep red hot side.

“No.. NOOO!!” both girs wailed in unison. Janine added “please…please mister… No… take me… don’t hurt her please…” Yet I didn’t listen. I ripped down Tings black panty, which was part of a very tasteful black lingerie… definitely something the china-bitch wouldn’t have thought she would die in, revealing her shaved cunt with a carefully left out little strip of black hair remaining… “Tasteful…very civilized” I commented. “Someone who is as tasteful as you Ting, will be horrified to die in this bestial and painful way…” I added, just to make it more gruesome. Then I stepped behind her and rammed my raging cock into her cunt.

Soon steam was coming from the bathtub as the water turned cooking hot. Ting struggled, but I held her firmly with my left while I raped her violently, looking over to Janine with a smirk on my face, from time to time.

When the water reached her brow, Ting started screaming, and her struggling gained a desperate note. I laughed… and fucked her even harder… ramming my cock in. I pounded the asian cunt with relentless fervour, knowing that this would hurt her too.

”Yes bitch… suffer… the heat will cook your face while I rape you…hmmm” I shouted, and behind me Janine answered “No..PLEASE… NO…. MISTER….yet the sentence got drowned in her tears already.

I answered her plea with “Yes… you chink bitch… die, die, DIE!…” as I was already caught in a relentless raping frenzy. Ting would die… and Janine would be forced to watch.

Soon Tings voice was only gurgling her screams, as the hot water reached her mouth. I didn’t stop. I fucked her cunt and then switched to her ass… only to go back to her cunt again. Harder and harder she did struggle, and her girlfriend screamed curses at me from behind… that she would kill me… that she would cut off my balls, only to fall back to begging for her girlfriends life again, almost without time in between. I took myself some “pity” as I felt how soon Ting would drown… this was too quick anyway… and lifted her head from the boiling water, almost burning my fingers in the process, by pulling on her long black hair.

She sucked in the air like a … well… drowning person… one big gasp… rattling and hoarse… she had a beet red face due to the heat… Then I laughed and released her head, letting it fall back into the steaming hot water again.

“Oh Janine… she suffers terribly… you should see her struggling under water… Shall I rather fuck her from behind and make her kiss your sisters lips? Make her spit my seed onto your dead sisters tongue? “ I asked… with a terribly sadistic plan in my head.

The answer came immediately “Yes.. please… do that. Just stop please… don’t kill her…”
A spark of hope….

That was about to be quenched…

I laughed as I pounded the asia bitch. “I will… but not as you think…” I answered Janine’s desperate plea with gruesome sadistic pleasure. Ting’s struggles subsided, I felt, that she was a goner soon, and so I answered “Oh… I will do both… murder her and make her spit out my seed…” My hands grabbed the Chinese teen girl waist and I fucked it without restraint, her meat being my fucktoy... and nothing more… not stopping as I felt her struggles getting desperate, not stopping as she cramped in deathfight, and not stopping after her body went limp and I saw her breathe out her last breath in bubbles…

Janine screamed. “you Monster… You Monster!!!” while I fucked her… former… girlfriends corpse further…Then I came in the corpse that had been Ting and grunted my unending sadistic pleasure into the foggy bathroom air.

“NOOOO… YOU PROMISED…You promised!!!”

I turned away from the lifeless asian teen and let her corpse slide to the floor next to the bathtub. I had enough of Janines voice for now. She was way too demanding anyway. As if I would listen to anything she said… I ripped off her bra, lifted it up and gagged her with the pinkish fabric. “Patience… you will see… I am a man of my word…” I heard myself say, yet the redhead must have thought I would have lost my mind already… Ting was dead… she wouldn’t do anything anymore. I heard her moaning, most probably cursing me through the fabric of her own bra… yet I didn’t care. I grinned at her.

“I am a man of my word…so now I will fuck her and make her spit my seed onto your sisters tongue… “

I went into the kitchen and got myself a meat cleaver from the drawers. When I returned I saw Janine staring at her little sisters, and her girlfriends, corpse. She was in shock… eyes wide and panicking. Slowly she must realize that she would be next. I didn’t care. I took the meat cleaver and hacked through her sister’s neck first. Then I did the same to Ting, whose body, now dead, lost less blood than Janines sister had done… yet leaked enough still to form a puddle on the bathrooms floor. Janines face was pale already, and Tings was paling too. It was still warm though, which was nice, knowing what I would do.

While I did all this Janine stared at me disbelieving, shaking her head, as if she wanted to wake up from a very bad nightmare. Yet she wouldn’t… from this nightmare only her death would release her.

Viagra took care of me still remaining hard as I turned for Janine, holding Jennifers head in my right, and Tings in my left. I stood before her and savoured the shock and fear in the eyes of the ginger sexbomb, the absolute disbelief that this was really happening and the slow realization that it was anyway. “Promise is promise” I stated, almost factually, before taking Tings head and pushing my cock through her gullet until I could see the cocktip almost leave her lips. I grunted while fucking her head through her neck, enjoying the slick grip her esophagus had on my rigid cock, and pushing through until my cockhead parted her lips from behind. I did this right in front of Janine who was beyond words due to the perversion and brutality of the act. At least I heard no moans of protest, yet most likely because she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Faster and faster I moved her girlfriends head up and down my cock, like a masturbation tool that was still very warm from the hot water and thus a pleasure to my meat as it was plowing through her gullet and mouth cavity. The sensation of her lips parting for my cock was especially nice…

I had held Jennifers head in my other hand, her dead open eyes like silent observers. With a swift movement I pushed my long cock through Tings mouth and made it stickout from her lips as far as possible. Then I took Jennifers head and pushed her head with its mouth over my cocktip and the rest of what was sticking out between the lips of the dead Asian bitch,until both heads kissed. I pushed on the back of Jennifers head to make the “kiss” last while I fucked her mouth through the head of her sisters girlfriend.

The sheer obscenity of the act, the fact that Janine as watching all of this in terror, and the warmth of Tings throat, while Jennifer was already growing cold, drove me to another climax. This time I felt it down to my balls, painful even as I had cum twice already within the last hour, as I shot my seed into the young teen girls dead mouth. I withdrew quickly to also grant Tings tongue some of my sour sperm. It was enough though. As I lifted Tings head from my now bloody cock with slurping smacking noises, a few gobs of sperm ran out of her dead mouth and over her lips, which were turning pale from bloodloss already.

I showed it to Janine, held it in front of her, turned Tings head such that the droplet would run from her lips, and into the half open mouth of Jennifers severed head, where it cot caught by Jennifers bracelets before seeping through the little gaps between her teeth. “See… she did spit it into her mouth… very obediently…”

I put Janine in between the corpses of her sister and her girlfriend, and even positioned the heads of the two girls such that Janine must stare into their dead faces. Then I bound her restraints, the one holding her ankles and the one holding her wrists together, such that she wouldn’t flee. I stared into her eyes one time again, saw them swollen with tears and wide with fear. Her whole body was trembling for fear actually. One last smirk and I went for the kitchen and grabbed some snacks from the fridge. I was hungry… my body needed some nutrients to replenish seed and vigor. All the time I heard how Janine tried to get up, heard her groaning in exaggeration, yet I knew it was for no avail. She would just chafe her wrists… stupid bitch.

After plundering the fridge, I wandered through the house, it was really big and of the rich kind. The family had money… well… did have money… and I would take at least a few things with me. Yet at the moment my mind was set on finding other things. The basement would have what I needed I figured… And I was right… down there it took me only a few minutes to find the right door. Daddy’s toolroom… bingo.

I took a medium sized hammer and a little wood saw,,, I saw more tools too, even a motorized hedge trimmer and a chain saw… but I didn’t take them yet. I reminded myself to come down here again later, before I left. For now though those two tools, Saw and Hammer… would suffice. I still fetched my combat-knife from the living room though, as a plan had taken hold in me, as I returned upstairs.

It was my shadow that first alerted Janine of my presence. The bra in her mouth was wet with saliva, glistening as she tried to get rid of it yet couldn’t as I did bind it profoundly.
There she lay… legs bound to her ankles… and panicked as I approached her, with those tool in my hand. Knife and Saw fell to the ground… clanking as they hit the blood red tiles, while I swung the hammer… I wanted to rape her, I wanted to fuck her and be between her legs, yet bound like this it was not possible.

I would make it possible though.

I knelt next to her, nude, my hard-on poking upwards, bloody still from her sisters and girlfriends blood, and swung my hammer. “There…” I shouted, as I hit her ankle with the hammerhead. Then again, harder… and then again harder, until I could hear a crack. I hit her again, with force, broke her feet and her lower legs, smashed them with this blunt tool. She cried, screamed, yet her screams were muffled through the pink bra that now worked as her gag. I saw how her lower leg and ankle started to turn blue, and then continued the process with the other leg. “YES…” I screamed, while hitting…”YES…JANINE… I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER…” Kneecaps broke, as did elbows, as I continued with her arms, while I shouted obscenities, grunted at her like a wild animal, saliva dripping from my mouth, spitting into her face as I crunched legs and arms with her father’s hammer. In the end, her hands, arms, feet and legs were broken, battered, blue and useless. With those she wouldn’t go anywhere soon. Or do anything stupid. Then I finally released her from the rope, and her limbs immediately fell to the side.. making her groan in pain as they hit the floor. As I anticipated… not usable anymore… but hurting like hell at the slightest movement.

I spread her thighs, rubbed her slit. She wanted to squirm but every movement did put her into a world of pain. I took my knife and cut the bra from her lips, accidently slicing her lip, such that a droplet of blood quelled on it which I kissed away. She was a sobbing mess… her chest raising suddenly with every breath that she took, with breathes coming in staccato rhythm…

On a whim I rammed the knifes thick sharp blade into her right tit, right into the large areola around her nipple. I would have preferred to slice her nipple too, but the movement was too fast.. too careless and so I punctured her teatskin next to the bud… shifted it to the right, while I put my weight into this stab. The metal sunk deep into her titflesh, and then even deeper into her chest, between two ribs. Then I turned, cut her flesh and cut a hole into her right tit… cut out her areola and tore the flesh out, leaving a gaping hole that was of undeniable attraction to my hard cock. Meanwhile I heard er rustling breath. I knew that one of her lungs did just collapse and that she was only breathing with the one side that was still intact. The wounds were severe enough to kill her if I just left her, be it from the bloodloss, or blood running into her areolas… And this turned me on … knowing that I already murdered her if she remained unattended…

Anyway… I wouldn’t leave it to chance. I would decide how she would die. I would murder her proper.

I knelt over her and grabbed her head, pulled at her hair, which she, beneath all that pain, barely noticed, or so I thought. Then I led my cock to the bloody gaping hole in her chest and pushed it in. It was quite wide already, so it felt more like her moms cunt then her sisters, definitely not as tight as I would have wished, yet it made up for it by the feeling of her raising chest and her heartbeat within. Further and further I penetrated her tit and chest, until I could feel my cockhead stroke her beating heart inside… or at least flesh that was directy connected to it. Then I started fucking her… raping her titflesh, harder and harder, until her body bounced back and forth, limp arms hitting the tiles with each merciless push of my hips.

She groaned in pain, having ran out of tears, and her body trembled too ,signalizing the sheer agony through which I put her.

I meanwhile felt her beating heart against my cock, knowing that I would snuff this little bitch and make it stop, and this thought finally made me cum, made me cream in her chest cavity and onto her beating heart… I hadn’t thought that I still had so much cum in me, yet I was pleasantly surprised of course… even more so as I heard her gurgling voice. She had coughed blood already, her lips were red with her own blood and glistening with slimy secretion, some mucuous from her severed lung, that should have never left her body, yet did so because of me.

Through all this her rustling voice said… lowly…

“Kill… me”

“No… “ I answered. I got up, and left her on the floor, she wasn’t able to go anywhere anyway. “No… not yet…” I added, and her rustling breath and the mixed in sobs infuriated my sadism even more.

“Please…” she said… yet id didn’t listen.

I went to the kitchen and got salt, pepper and vinegar. The vinegar I poured over the black giant dildo of her strapon, which was still lying n the bathrooms floor where Janine dropped it as I overpowered her. Then i poured salt and pepper over it, which stuck to it due to the vineage in a layer of white and brownish yellow.

“Please…mister… kill me…”

I positioned myself between her legs, positioned the strapon to the right and the woodsaw to the left of her body. My hard cock found its way against her womanhood… Yet… I found it needed more lubrication. Her body was in shock, fighting for its life and not in the mood for sex. Her cunt was dry.

I would rape her anyway…

Tools of the trade… k-jelly... I went back to my backpack and got it.

After I had soaked my cock with k-jelly from my backpack, another indispensable tool for all serial rape-murderers, the penetration was considerably more easy. I pressed my cock in, past her cramping pussylips and further…

Inch by inch I opened her up, which must have been awfully painful in its own right, yet nothing against what her arms and chest were putting her through of course. I raped her so, that her arms and legs, which I draped around my waist as if they were the legs of a lover, where shaking violently and thus adding the pain of being forced to move severely broken limb into the mix of agony.

Her face betrayed it. Her breath was fast, coming in barely controlled staccato like rhythm, and her body was tense, to counter the pain. Then my right hand grabbed the strapon with the vinegar, salt and pepper coating and plugged it into her newly cut out tit-cunt.

She screamed… not loud, due to the state of her lungs, yet I knew it was the absolute maximum she could muster after all I had done to her. Satisfying.

Again and again I removed and pushed the starpons dildo into her tit, while I did the same in her cunt with my rigid prick… hard, relentless. I saw, by her grimace of pain, by the way her gaze went into the void, that the act.. that the pain almost cost her mind…

“Yes… I screamed, and soon the strapon in her tit became something to hold on, as I started to rape her body proper. A handle whose long plastic “root” with salt and vinegar on it moved through her chest cavity with every push in which I forced my meat through her tight pussy.

“Please…Mister… kill me…” She begged…

And I smiled.

My left grabbed the woodsaw and while I rode her like a rodeo horse, holding the strapon with my right hand like a cowboy was holding the handle on the saddle, while I made her legs and arms flail uncontrollably, and rubbed burning salt and vinegar and pepper into her chest wound and bloody titflesh, thus leaving her in a world of pain, I prepared to snuff her.

I put the sawblade to her throat and groaned “Now… Slut… Now, you will die!”

Then one sawing motion and another one …One sawing each time I pushed, and the drawing back each time I withdrew. Three pushes until a fountain of blood sprung from her throat, spraying her red lifejuice against me, covering my chest, my lips and my face with its hot presence. More fucking… more sawing… I was halfway through her neck when her body cramped and twitched in its very last fits. It made me cum. There was not much cum left , but what I could muster I spat into her dying cunt, increasing the pressure on her neck while I came, such that it only took two more sawing motions until the head rolled off into the puddle of blood that was hers, her sisters, and her girlfriends.

I collapsed on her corpse.

It took me almost two hours before I finally was able to get up…calm down. I did murder them all.

I took a shower, and even washed their bodies and heads, which were now pale and dead, and with bluish lips. Then I clad myself, and collected all things which I thought could be useful or valuable.

I waited till way past midnight before I carried their corpses out to the car and stowed them in the trunk together with their heads so i would have fun with them for at least a few days before I would leave them to the maggots and got me other playtoys.

Then I took my loot, stored it on the backseat, and drove off…


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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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