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We haven't had one of these sincethis new site. Kill the girl(s) posted earlier.

First post sets the tone so starting with someone traditional. You've defeated Cammy White. Finish her!
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After the wave of adrenaline rush, I've begun to notice how pretty Rosa is.
Something deep inside awakened, my desire to ruin such a pretty figure surfaced.
I couldn't help but put on a grin and looked at her with predator eyes.
Rosa must have realized it too, as the fear in her eyes give it away.
Her knees gave away, she sat backwards, and slowly crawled back.
Like a fish in a barrel, her efforts are futile.
I pulled out my M9 Beretta, took careful aim at her right breast.
With a swift motion, pulled the trigger.
The bullet easily tore through her white suit, and passed through her right nipple.
Blood quickly staining her pristine suit, and pouring out onto the Earth.
Rosa screamed and moaned in immense agony, and I simply stared as she struggled.
Half a minute passed, no, maybe more, maybe even two minutes.
Rosa is still alive, the pain clear on her face.
I wanted to enjoy more but it's time for my departure, to end this encounter, I quickly unloaded the rest of the bullets in my magazine into Rosa.
This time, with no care of where I hit her.
Three bullets made it's way through her chest, piercing her lungs.
Five into her stomach, four through her uterus.
The last two, into her eye and and forehead.
Decimating her brain, which was the final shot that ended her young and prosperous life.

You're Christie's (A 26 y/o British assassin) new training partner, but little does she know, you have ulterior motives that she would never fathom.
After a heated training session in her gym, you pin her down onto the floor.
"Wow, you really bested me today~ That punch really hurt, it's your win, can you get off me now?" Christie said to you, and added in a seductive tone "As your reward, maybe you'd like to have some fun in my room hmm?"
But you're well aware how much of a tease she is, never letting anyone down under her pants.
That's besides the point you thought, your plan is to kill her, and there just happens to be her Dagger laying beside you.
You want to give her the most slow and brutal death ever, will you use your bare hands, her dagger, or a mixture of both?


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They'd been training for some time now, the assassin and her new partner. This had been his best win against her yet, and he had her pinned under him. With a roll of his hips, he dragged himself up along her torso, until he was straddling her middle. She was a lying cunt. A tease, they called her. She'd also pissed off one too many people, and he had a job. He could see her confusion, as she was pinned beneath him.

"I think I'd rather have my fun here," he told her, watching as her face scrunched up all the more. She'd offered him play in her room, but that had been a ploy to simply get out from under the man. Maybe she would give him a peep show, but that had been about it. Flash some nipple then send him on his way to jerk off to the memory. But he wasn't budging and she had to wonder if he'd planned to force himself on her here, in the training ring.

"Now wait just - " she started, but didn't finish. His fist smashed into her face, cutting her words off with a cry of pain as her head bounced off the mat. Then he did this again. And a third time. He felt her nose crunch under his blows, and a gush of blood splash over her face. Another punch. And another. Her cheek bone broke and she sobbed, thrashing under him. A seventh blow had her body arc up, and she wailed now, begging.

"Stop….please stop!" She implored of him, through a mouth that now missed a few teeth. She was shaking her head, shaking her body. Her legs had a tremble she couldn't actually control. He smacked her face now, open handed, smearing blood over her cheeks. "Anything…give you anything." Another punch, another wail. The tenth one fell on her right eye, and the orbit around it cracked under the blow.

But his hand was sore now, and he was panting. This hadn't been a fast beating, it had been slow and measured. But he was tiring. He needed to finish this. So he reached for the knife and gripped it in his hand, ignoring the pain in his knuckles.

She saw the blade gleam, with her one good eye, and screamed, trying to throw him off of her. IT didn't work. Oh, he bucked, but his weight was well spread and she couldn't toss him away. Especially not after the beating he'd delivered to Christie. He drew his tongue carefully across the blade, to keep it from nicking his skin. Then he reversed the grip in his left hand.

"Good bye, Christie. Maybe you shouldn't have been such a cunt," he told her, bringing the blade down. He pressed the tip against her right ear, seeing her confusion. "Oh, and such a shitty assassin." And then he slammed his right hand in against the hilt, driving the blade into her skull with a sickening crunch, through her ear, angled up just a bit, to ensure the long blade went into the brain.

This sudden severing of nerves sent her body jerking about, twitching, eyes going wide - or more accurately, eye, as the other one had been swollen shut from the beating. Her mouth popped open and her tongue shot out as she made strangled, choked words. He gave the knife a good solid twist, as blood pooled under her head and piss pooled between her legs. The body gave one more jerk, and then fell still.

Standing up, he wiped the handle of the blade off, but left the body there in the ring, for some poor sap to find the next day.


Sgt. Candice "Candy " Morgen, a hand to hand combat specialist in the Army. Many a soldier had lusted after her, and many had been turned down. But now you have a chance to take her out, for good.


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Sgt. Candice "Candy " Morgen grappled with the enemy soldier, grunting as her opponent struck her repeatedly in the abdomen. She kicked at the young soldier with her leg, and felt satisfaction as she heard the sickening crunch of bone breaking.

Her opponent cursed in agony and let go of the large blonde. She wrapped her arms around the boy's neck and began to squeeze, causing him to gasp. He felt Candice's large firm tits press against his back as she choked him. He batted his hands against Candice's face in a futile effort to escape. Candice smirked as she spotted a large bulge growing in her opponent's trousers.

She didn't even hear the sound of the bullet that punched through her skull and blew her brains out. The soldier inhaled a deep lungful of oxygen as her arms went limp and her body fell over him. He dragged himself out from under the corpse and stood up, dusting himself off. Candice's head had been obliterated by the bullet, leaving one good eye to stare up at the sun blankly as blood pooled around her.

You've fatally wounded Kai Schren, now end her!


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Kai Schren was terrified as the squad of enemy soldiers surrounded her. After a brutal fight with them, she was stabbed in her right thigh which made her collapse to the ground with a loud scream. She scooted back on her round ass until her back of pushed up against a fallen log on the wide grass land. “Dumb bitch” one of the male soldiers said to her as they closed in on her.

They were in total shock just a couple hours ago, watching her essentially assassinate Sgt. Candice "Candy " Morgen who was everyone’s favorite cock tease. With Candice dead, the squad was enraged and went on a hunt for the sniper, and now they had her with more then a few ideas in mind for the injured Kai Schren.

Selvaria Bles stood behind the soldiers with her hands on her hips. “Well boys. Go ahead. Have her. Teach this coward of a sniper a lesson” Selvaria said, with little care in her voice. The men happily obliged. “You made the wrong move, assassin” one of the men said as he approached her.

“Ah! No stay away from me!” Kai Schren pleaded but it was no use. The first man stood right over her as she sat up next to the log and unzipped his pants, revealing his full, stiff shaft. With a hard yank, he gripped her hair and pulled her head up to his tip. She tried to push him away and screamed but it was no use as his thighs simply pushed her hands back. “Oh god no please! Please sto- Uugghhh HmpH!!” Kai tried to beg but his cock penetrated her mouth and began to slide further and further inside and down her throat. Kai continued to scream around his cock as he forced her head to bob up and down his shaft.

After a few of face fucking the poor sniper, the man finally unleashed his load in Kai’s mouth, her eyes going wide as the cum overflowed and dripped down her chin. He slowly pulled his saliva and cum covered cock out of her mouth. She gasped and panted for air. The man delivered a couple hard slaps across her face, sending cum flying out of her mouth.

“Hey let’s hurry this up! I want a turn!” One of the other soldiers said. The groups swarmed around Kai. She screamed as they picked her up and slammed her stomach down on the log, putting her in a very comprising position. The soldiers in the back quickly pulled Kai’s incredibly tight pants down around her thighs, revealing her round ass. “Ahhh! Stop! No! Please!” Kai begged but the soldiers just laughed and after giving her ass a hard slap, one pounced on her, forcing his cock between her ass cheeks and driving it through her clenched asshole. Kai screamed at the top of her lungs but that only let the soldier standing in front of her to grip her hair and slam his cock into her mouth.

The soldiers continued their brutal gang bang on Kai, taking turned on every hole. After what seemed like forever, Selvaria Bles was getting impatient. “Ok boys finish it up and execute her already!” Kai’s muffled screams got noticeably louder after hearing Selvaria’s words. The soldiers only had a slight look of disappointment on their faces as they finally pulled out of the poor girls holes.

Kai was left on the log completely soaked in cum. One of the men gripped her by her hair and pulled her back to her knees. “Ok bitch time to die” he said. “…n-no please!” She begged but not changing anyone’s mind.

The man pulled a pistol out and pointed it at the back of Kai’s head, pulling the trigger with out a second thought, killing her instantly and blowing her brains all over the grass and log. Kai’s pleas were instantly cut off as the shot rang out, both oh her eyes blasted out of her skull. Kai’s corpse flew forward and lended on the ground, her destroyed ass sticking high in the air. With a laugh, the soldiers took a quick picture of their work before abandoning the snipers corpse.


Finally, you’ve captured Selvaria Bles after a brutal fight.
How do you kill her?


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The men that finally closed in on Kai Schren didn't care that she was one of the youngest generals of her time. They didn't care that she was a master tactician. Or that she was a high value target, that could have been ransomed off for some heavy price, pulling in much needed funds. Or that capturing her would be some sort of political coupe. No, they didn't care about that at all.

As they tied her hands high above her head, her mouth bound and stuffed with her own panties, all they cared about was fucking her. She was a hell of a looker, naked as she was, bound with her hands high on the pole, and her legs forced apart, each one lashed to a stake in the dirt. The men took their turns with Kai, each one taking her pussy, or ass, forcing her up and down the wooden rod, as they impaled her with their pricks.

Some chose to spill themselves on her stomach, or her gorgeous tits. A few enterprising soldiers stood up on an overturned cart, when they were about to cum, so that they could stain her hair and face. One bastard managed to get her square in the eye, earning a string of curses from the bound woman.

Most however, chose to loose their seed inside of her, be it her cunt, or her ass. She protested -of course she did - right to the end, screaming herself ragged into her own sodden panties, thrashing about. She was a General. This was not something one did to a person such as herself. But the men only saw a young, foolish girl, that had a uniform on and that made her a target. Plain and simple.

The last man to use her was the platoon's commander. And he chose her ass, fucking her hard and fast. She'd had a lot of cocks, but to his pride, his' was the thickest. He made her sequel and pant, to buck and scream. She came, much to her shame, from this cock, as she had from some of the others. He laughed at this, as he finally drained his nuts in her, feeling his heat pulse deep into her back channel, hearing her sob and whimper. He smirked, and pulled away, the last of his cum spurting onto her thigh. He didn't even bother to wipe himself off, just took a step back and looked her over.

"You're a dumb cunt, you know that?" he told her, tilting her head up a bit to force her to look him in the eye. He smirked, and held out his hand. One of the soldiers stepped forward and handed him a wicked looking Stiletto Knife. It was long, and thin, gleaming, with a dark lacquered wooden handle. It ended with a small end cap that bore his nations flag on it. His hand held her jaw tight as his eyes never wavered. He drove the blade into her chest with a fierce thrust, and watched her eyes as the tip bit into, and then speared through her chest. They went wide with shock and pain, and a new scream bubbled up behind her lingerie gag.

He held the blade there, as she sobbed and heaved, her heart trying to pump blood, but the organ too damaged to manage. Time seemed to drag out for her, as the chest thudded, but her vision grew darker and darker. The last thing she saw was his smiling face. Then the lights went out in her eyes, and he wrinkled his nose as she voided herself, leaving a puddle at her feet.

They left her there, knife in her chest, legs splayed wide for the next bunch of soldiers to find, and do with what they would, as a warning to the enemy. Don't be out alone.


Kara Zor El, of the house of El, captured and bound in a room full of kryptonite to subdue her powers. How do you finish her?


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An eerie silence came over the room Kara was trapped in as some of the lights in her chamber started to flicker. This pervasive silence was then broken as the sounds of gunshots, screams, inhuman groans, and the sound of metal bending as the lights flickered harder and harder. As the lights reached their limit, the sound of something being thrown against the door echoed through the room as the door to her chamber was sharply rattled. Right then, the lights seemed to go back to normal. The door them opened slowly, revealing a figure.

A woman with pallid skin, a somber expression, a shaved head, what looked like ceremonial garbs, and wholly yellow eyes that glowed in the dark stepped into view. She wasn’t beautiful, but far from ugly. She just seemed… Average. She slowly, yet methodically walked onto Kara’s kryptonite podium, which seemed threatening to the Kryptonian. The woman lightly touched Kara’s cheek, and held a finger to her lips.

Immediately, Kara felt something in her throat. After much gagging and coughing, the Kryptonian vomited blood all over the woman’s dress and coughed up her own vocal cords. Strangely, the woman’s garb stayed pristine, as if the blood had simply bounced right off it. Then, the woman slowly pried open one of Kara’s eyes, reached in, and effortlessly plucked an eye from its socket. What should’ve been screams were reduced to a gargling sound as the woman slowly did the same to first Kara’s other eye, her tongue, and her nose. All the while, the woman’s expression did not change. Didn’t even twitch.

The woman then traced her finger from the top of Kara’s septum to her navel and drew her hand back. A red line faded into view as Kara started to violently shake, struggling against her restraints. Without warning, the line gave way, spilling out more internal organs and blood than Kara could ever supply. After the show, the room was covered in three feet of blood and organs, with Kara’s body cavity empty. Yet still the woman’s clothes were clean.

Sending another presence in the room, the woman turns to face the new occupant and kneels down, as if ready to accept punishment. FINISH HER!

Virgil belongs to Akuma Kira, not me!


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After over 2 weeks it seems that no one wants to take on the previous post. So… start over?

If it was rude of me to ignore previous post, then I apologise and am fine with my post going ignored.

You pay the girl a huge amount to model for you. You'll take 4 sets of shots:
1. In the provocative beachwear you've provided
2. naked
3. having sex
4. Getting killed and after being killed (weather you want her aware of this beforehand in the story, or weather she didn't read the fine print is up to you)


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My reply got a little longer, so it's over in my thread on /lit/: (Is there still a character limit for posts in /rp/ or did they fix that?)

Luca (left) has been trying to steal you from your girlfriend Miku (right) for a while now, and after too much alcohol and/or a lapse in judgement finally got into your pants (figuratively speaking). Too bad that Miku saw, confronting you the next day. She's willing to forgive you if you go and kill Luca to make sure it's not gonna happen again (and will assist you in any way she can if you need), or if you're not gonna do that, to kill her right now because she can't bear the thought of living without your love. Which one will you pick?



This a hot premise


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Luca has to die. I invite her over for a quickie, with Miku in the other room. Drinks are had. Hers is spiked with a sedative and dissociative. Once she's groggy and disconnected from reality, I take her to the bathroom, strip her down, and slit her throat. She doesn't struggle. Doesn't even seem to process that she's been cut until her frontside is soaked in blood. I watch, quietly, as she squirms in the tub, gasping for air, pawing at the thick sheet of gore, until her eyes dim. The body goes in the tub. I bring in Miku to see the body… and immediately slit her throat as well, dragging the blade slowly, drawing out the pain. I toss her on top of the corpse in the tub, occasionally kicking her to keep her in there as she loses strength. As she dies, I tell her that I really, really don't like emotional blackmail.

I let the blood drain out, then pack up the bodies to the disposal site to be burned. No fuss. No muss. No trace that they were there, once bleach goes down the drain.

Nothing but a few awkward memories.

You've accepted a contract for the life of a lounge singer named Jessica Rabbit, who evidently knows too much about something. Seems she was waiting for a lover when you entered. She's off balance, not quite realizing what's going on yet. Perfect.



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The singer, Jessica Rabbit looks up as I enter her room. "Mark?", she slurrs, her cheeks rosy. Even from here I can smell the booze on her breath, and I note the empty bottles strewn around the bed. "Afraid not", I answer, my hand filled with the sizable heft of a Ruger Super Redhawk. Her eyes fixate on the revolver, a dull look of confusion crossing her face. "Issat a gun?" she mumbles. I raise it, the muzzle about an inch away from her forehead.
My answer is delivered in the form of a .454 Casull semi-wadcutter drilling a neat hole through her skull, twisting through her grey matter, then blowing out the back in a shower of blood and brains. She shuts off immediately, her curvaceous body dropping limply to the shag carpet. Piss seeps into her dress and courses down her thigh, while blood soaks into the carpet, creating a slowly unfolding flower of crimson upon the white surface. I grab ahold of her glossy, flowing tresses and pull her head up. There is a slack expression of mild confusion on her face, and I flip open the burner phone and take a snapshot, for proof.

A wealthy businessman has hired you to murder a female college student who has been molesting his daughter. The target is Hoshino Miyako, its up to you to end her.


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Hoshino Miyako never saw me coming. She was in her room, sliding off her pants, when my fingers wrapped around her throat. Before she'd have the chance to struggle, scream, or give me any more trouble than I already had, I twisted my hands, snapping her neck as easily as a twig. The familiar crack told me I had done it right. Her eyes went wide, life ending almost at once, as her stiff arms dropped back to her sides. Urine trickled down her thighs, staining her panties and the cushion beneath her. Her head fell to the side, hair splaying around her, eyes wide open and drool spilling from her dead mouth.

Killing her was the easy part. The rest was going to be a mess. My client wanted proof that the girl had been humiliated like the whore she was, the same way she had humiliated his daughter. As the corpse continued to twitch, I pulled down her panties and began to massage her slit, glad I wore gloves today. Her spasms suddenly grew more violent, her warm thighs squirming and clenching as if some part of her still knew how to feel pleasure. I withdrew my hand and watched her hips thrust, until finally, cum squirted. Damn, that was a lot of cum.

The last of the girl's twitching ceased, leaving her empty and sprawled. I took her hands and set it on her crotch, making it look like she was playing with herself. Next, I slid my fingers through the cum and smeared some of it on her tongue. Thinking this was enough to satisfy my client, I snapped a photo, then left the girl lying in a puddle of her own liquids.

Helena decided to stay late at the library to study. She was not expecting any visitors. Finish her.


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The college girl was alone in the library. The man didn't know why, exactly, she had been marked to die. She seemed ordinary enough. Her hair was a bit of an unnatural color, but that wasn't all out of the norm for college aged women, setting out on their own, pushing boundaries where ever they could. She wore a cute little sweater over a barely there skirt, he saw, when she had sat down, flashing a pair of dark panties underneath. That might have been fun to exploit, the shortness of the attire, but his orders were fairly precise and did not leave any room for such frivolities.

Besides, leaving behind DNA would be a bad move to say the very least, and he never liked to use a condom. Just didn't feel as good.

So he'd settle for doing his job. Just cause he didn't know this Hoshino Miyako didn't mean he wouldn't kill her. A contract was a contract, and this young woman had pissed off someone enough to forfeit her life. Or perhaps her parents had. He neither knew, nor cared.

His shoes were soft soled, so that they did not make any noise as they crossed the floor toward his target. She sat at a small table with a light at the end, tilted to ease the late night reading she was indulging in. A quick twist of his head confirmed no one was around. So much the better. He would keep checking right up until the moment he was upon her, and though it was a short distance, he took nearly 10 minutes to cross it. Care was his boon companion on this effort.

Between his hands he wove a cord of silk, knotted in the center. This too had been a special request, the fabric a royal purple. Some sort of message he assumed. He sucked in a slow, quiet breath, and then raised the silk, pouncing. He was on her in an instant, the garrote coming around her head and up, under her neck, the knot pressing in to cut off the flow of blood and air.

The assassin was a big man, and pulled the college student up hard against his chest, with a sharp, painful jerk by the neck. He could see her eyes go wide as the head tilted up at him, her face color already distorting. She tried to scream, but in vain. There was no air to fill her lungs, for the passageway was blocked. Crushed, in fact, by the brutal force of the jerk. The silk was biting into her flesh, and her face was turning swiftly red, then purple. He could hear her shoes kicking against the underside of the desk.

It was over shortly there after. The ferocity of the first strike had lessened the time it took. Her kicking died off. Hoshino Miyako's face was a nasty shade, her eyes bulging up, her tongue jutting to the side, swollen, with drool dripping down it. There was a silence for the moment, broken only by the mans heavy breathing. And then, there was a trickle and a stench. He let the body down as it voided itself all over the chair she had been sitting in, puddling and running down onto the floor. She must not have been to the bathroom in a while, he thought, of this final indignation. He tied the cord off, and rubbed his gloved hands together, pitching her face forward onto the table and retreating through the shadows.


Detective First Class Mihoshi Kuramitsu has been a thorn in the side of the Galactic Underworld for too long. You have managed to finally get your hands on the famed detective. FINISH HER!


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After defeating Goetia, there was something evil that left over and infected me, compelled me, like a dark curse or vengeful spirit that possessed me. By the time I realized I'd been taken over by that darkness, I had already murdered da Vinci, snapping her neck and fucking that sinful body of hers, but I wanted more. I needed more.

Surely, Helena would sate me. And with her alone in the library, there was no better chance. I walk behind her with evil intent while she's buried in one of her books at a desk. Without hesitation, I use my left hand to cover her mouth to keep her silent. Indeed, she lets out a shocked gasp as her eyes widened in surprise, but it's muffled by my hand. All the while she's too surprised to act, my right hand, holding a knife, traces up her petite body before I bring it to her neck, slowly and painfully slitting her throat. She tries to scream and resist, her legs violently kicking at the air as blood trickles from her throat until she can't scream anymore.

Miraculously, or perhaps to be expected of a Servant, that wasn't the one that finished her off though. I needed to put her down quick or else she'd have a mind to resist, so with a swift movement, I bring the knife around and violently stab it into the back of her head, piercing through her brain and the tip of the blade coming out from her forehead. She instantly stops moving, and I push the knife forward, letting her body sink down as I stab the exposed tip into the table, pinning her lifeless body there as well.

My cock was hard as diamonds at the sight of Helena's cute corpse, ready to be ravaged and pillaged. Unzipping my pants, I waste no time in defiling her petite body. Her pussy was still warm of course, since the kill was so fresh, and surprisingly a bit tight. Either way, my hunger gets the best of me, and all things considered, just like with da Vinci, I had to get rid of the evidence. With that, I lean in and bite a large chunk of Helena's neck off, beginning to consume her body and let her energy be converted into mana for myself.

- - -

You've managed to capture the famous thief, Fujiko Mine, whom you caught trying to steal precious valuables from your estate. FINISH HER!


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I fondle the remote control as I watch Fujiko struggle against her bonds. The busty thief is tied down to a plywood plank, and a large saw blade is buzzing furiously, slowly inching towards her torso. "One last time, where is the African Rose?", I shout above the din of the saw cutting through wood. "I swallowed it, you sack of shit!", she yells back, a defiant smirk plastered on her pretty face. I hold down the power button, and the sawblade begins to bite against her skin. She screams in pain and terror as the teeth of the saw grinds through her flesh at 1200rpm. Blood sprays against my face, and her screams trail off into a wet gurgle as the power tool finally severs her body in two. I grab her shapely feet and pull her lower torso away, a long smear of blood tracing back to her upper torso. Thick tubes of intestines droop out of the cut, and a twinkle amid the wet crimson of her insides catches my eye. I lean down and insert my hand into her warm corpse, feeling around her wetness, before dragging the two large precious stones out, covered in mucus and blood.

You've knocked Amanda O'Neill out, now kill her.


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The woman had been taken down easily enough, a sharp blow to the back of the neck in the middle of her exercise routine. She'd been stretching and contorting herself into some odd shape, and he'd got in behind her, chopping down before she realized he was there. Easy. Too easy, almost, and not much fun. But he'd get his fun now, as he moved to strip the woman of her clothes.

The blow appeared to be sufficient enough to keep her out while he tore the sports bra from her chest, and allowed her bosom to heave free. The melons were groped and fondled, tits pulled this direction and that, eliciting a moan, but no signs of real consciousness. So much the better, he decided as he rid the girl of her pants and panties. Her mouth was hanging open, stupidly, and drool was collecting on her lips, so he took advantage, wetting his dickhead on her tongue, getting a few thrusts in. He was more than willing to deliver another savage blow if she woke up, but she stayed unconscious and he wondered at how much damage had already been done.

Satisfied that his dick was wet enough that he wouldn't feel any pain, he pulled her up by the hips and thrust in from behind. He was surprised to find that there was a moment of pressure, as if he was unable to push further, and then a pained grasp bubbled up. Not enough to wake, again, but enough to draw a whine that followed as he thrust deeper. The woman had been a virgin he discovered, as a trickle of blood accompanied his thrusts. So much the better for him, even if he could barley believe it. With a body like that, how the woman had avoided sex was inconceivable to the hired thug.

Putting it aside - truly it didn't matter to him that dumb bitch hand never gotten laid before now - he started rutting her. The young womans first time - and her last time - would give her no real pleasure. She was taken for his enjoyment only, and he didn't last terribly long before he blew a heavy load into her virgin cunt.There was another little squeal from the girl as he pumped her full of his spunk, and he could see she was starting to come too.

Chuckling to himself, he pulled out and stood, moving up to plant a foot on either side of her head. Two massive hands reached down, just as her eyes fluttered open. "Owwwwww," she whimpered in pain and confusion, aches flaring from the back of her head and between her legs, where a strange warmth pooled. "What hap - whuuu?" She managed to get out as her head was clamped down upon in a vice grip. A new scream of protest bubbled up, dying on her lips as her head was twisted violently to the left with a sickening crack, and again to the right, bones crunching and snapping as her head was spun completely around.

Dropping the head, the man stepped back and zipped himself up as the targets body flailed about. Neurons fired their last valiant effort, as the double break severed her spinal cord. Twisting her head about so that it stared up at the ceiling, the young woman died almost instantly, barely aware of her rape, and the indignity that followed of her body thrashing about and voiding itself, leaving a mess of piss and shit between her toned legs.

Elsa had grown into a competent queen after taking the throne on her 21st birthday. But now, you have her in your clutches and it is time to end her rule, once and for all.


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An eerie silence came over Elsa’s bedroom as a snowstorm raged outside. The normally vibrant town below was oddly silent at this time of night. This pervasive silence was then broken as the sounds of screams, inhuman groans, and the sound of glass breaking echoed up from the town and towards the castle. As the sounds of agonized terror reached their peak, the sound of something being thrown against the door echoed through the room as the door to her bedroom was sharply rattled and almost cracked down the middle. The door then opened slowly, revealing a figure.

A woman with pallid skin, a somber expression, a shaved head, what looked like ceremonial garbs, and wholly yellow eyes that glowed in the dark stepped into view. She wasn’t beautiful, but far from ugly. She just seemed… Average. She slowly, yet methodically walked up to Elsa’s bed, which seemed threatening to the ice queen. The woman lightly touched Elsa’s cheek, and held a finger to her lips.

Immediately, the young queen felt something in her throat. After much gagging and coughing, Elsa vomited blood all over the woman’s dress and coughed up her own vocal cords. Strangely, the woman’s garb stayed pristine, as if the blood had simply bounced right off it. Then, the woman slowly pried open one of Elsa’s eyes, reached in, and effortlessly plucked an eye from its socket. What should’ve been screams were reduced to a gargling sound as the woman slowly did the same to first the queen’s other eye, her tongue, and her nose. All the while, the woman’s expression did not change. Didn’t even twitch.

The woman then traced her finger from the top of Elsa’s septum to her navel and drew her hand back. A red line faded into view as Elsa started to violently shake, almost as if she was having a pain-induced seizure. Without warning, the line gave way, spilling out more internal organs and blood than Elsa herself could ever supply. After the show, the room was covered in three feet of blood and organs, with Elsa’s body cavity empty and laying on the bed. Yet still the woman’s clothes were clean.

Sending another presence in the room, the woman turns to face the new occupant and kneels down, as if ready to accept punishment. FINISH HER!

Sorry about the copy-paste…

Virgil belongs to Akuma Kira, not me!


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Normally, an assassin would flee when panic broke out where it's target was, but that was not how Nash the kobold assassin did things. After all, he was a shadow creature, a type of wraith, the shadows were his hideouts.

In this case, seeing his target dead and the queen killer seeming to accept its end, there was only one thing the assassin could do to ensure he got his reward and that no one said he failed.

There was a splash as he entered his ethereal form, discarding his physical equipment into the pond of gore below.

He then disappeared from view, slinking into the shadows and circling the room like a wolf on the hunt. He was watching, looking the best opening, before he took it.

The woman would feel a great pain in her chest as her lungs shrivel in the span of moments to little more than the size of bananas. Small hands, no larger than an infant human's, clutched the organs from above.

Slowly and surely, the rest of the woman's chest began to cave in, centering on the points of his hands.

Ribs and bones snapped and broke as they were crushed and mixed with muscles and flesh and tissues like some kind of implosion. The woman's chest was visibly changing, being drawn in around where her lungs would be. A messy plop was heard, followed by another, as one breast was sucked in and crushed and then the other.

After only a few seconds of this, it was over and the crushing ceased, but the damage was done as internal bleeding from the destruction of vital organs pooled inside the body.

The woman would not be left to die, however, as Nash assumed material form again, landing in the pool of gore and grabbing the woman by her head; a four-fingered hand to each side of her face.

"wux claxon sia meal, jaka wux re coi (You took my meal, now you are it)" He spoke in droconic.

A moment later, as the words sank in, there was a sharp sucking sound as the woman's eyes vanished from view and her skull was made empty. Following this, cracks were heard and her head collapsed in on its brief.

He let her go, the front of her face was sucked into itself slightly, and Nash turned to collect his gear and head back to inform his employer that the deed was done and the queen was dead.

Sticking to the monsters theme, let's go after the kobold Polt. You hired her as your personal trainer at her health spa for monsters, but, now that the contract is over, you are astonished to find out that she forgot to mention humans have to pay extra for her as a personal trainer. Finish her!
Also, don't forget to clean yourself off in the shower.


You know, we really should not be sticking to the monsters theme; it's just that one guy showing up in all these threads with weird prompts. There's a 'feral edition' of this one ( for everyone's monster/furry needs. (Yours actually seems workable at least, so leave it as-is, but just as a reference for everyone for the future)


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After she told me that I had to pay extra just for being human I was revolted, though I didn't show it. To think such a seemingly nice girl could be so prejudiced! I would not stand for this, she needed to be taught a lesson.

With a fake sigh of resignation I told her to come with me so I could get my wallet and pay her. Fortunately, no one was around at this time of day. Going to a not very well known gym while everyone's at work would result in that. Because of there being no one around, she saw no harm in accompanying me to the male locker room where, with a quick swipe of the legs, I made her trip and fall face first into a bench, her skull cracking on its corner.

I took off my clothes normally as she tried to stop the blood coming out of her forehead with a hand, leaving her too distracted to stop me from grabbing her by the hair and dragging her off to the showers. There, I smacked her head against one of the showerheads, cracking her skull further and opening a hole in it much to her surprise, as she realized the earlier fall was no accident.

Turning on the shower, it slowly cleaned away the blood on her head, with her resigning herself to the realization that the concussion had made her too weak to fight back or struggle. With her wound clean, the fun part had arrived. I took off the clothes from her dazed body, might as well give me some eye candy while I'm doing it, right? My cock slowly hardens as I look at her now naked form and I considered what a shame it was that a slave was too difficult to keep without getting attention, and that hole in the skull would be a pain too. Oh well, I line my cock up with it anyway.

Her face twists and contorts into different expressions as I shove my cock into her brain, progressively reducing it too mush the deeper I thrust into it, over and over, her limbs twitching uncontrollably and her face going to more and more comical expressions. I lose track of the time I spend inside of her brain, but by the time I was done it was destroyed enough that there was no more twitching or change in her face. Simply put, there was no more brain, only a mix of blood, cum and the mush that it once was. I leaned her head down, watching the thick liquid mess come out of the hole on her skull and sinking down the drain, carried by the water.

That's where I left her corpse as I cleaned myself up, for one of her other clients to find out. I didn't care much for that, I had my ways to escape if I had to, and I managed to teach her a lesson in the end. All's well that ends well.

This is Steorra, she's a goddess who fought you as a trial to see if you were worthy of her power. Now that you have her power, enough of it to lay a goddess, you decide to show her exactly what you thought of her trial.



Not cool dude. People are out here trying and you just copy paste what you already did. Hell you even acknowledge and apologize for it. Why not, y'know, actually write something new if you're gonna be that self aware?


Agreed. Folks feel let down or taken advantage of when they put in effort, and then their requests are either outright skipped entirely, or get a copy paste of the /exact same death/ as for one of their other submissions.


So sorry you two. Writing takes time for me, and since mine is mostly taken up by a job, I was caught typing when I was nearly late for it. That’s why I had to copy and paste.


Not to mention that absolute boner killer shitty image…
Look at this shit
It's just plain bad.



If you don't have the time to write then wait until you do or just don't do it. Simple.


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From the old goddess to the new, seeing her gasping for breath in her new, defeated and powerless state feels wonderful. My own clothes are torn and shredded, much like her own as she looks up at me. I savor this as my hand slips over my curves.

She wasn't kind in her trial. The gashes from her stars that hit me left welts and gashes on my curves but I smile as she watches finally my first use of her powers, healing myself as I put my heel between her heavy chest. I can see in her eyes that she knows she can't dethrone the new goddess in her state like this.

Not that I would give her the chance. I know what must happen to a goddess who fails in her job. My fingers slip down to her head and I pull her up, off her feet. A few onlookers look at the seductive view of a blue haired beauty in the clutches of the redhead who got her.

In a moment of soft defiance, she puts her hand on my breast, still bare from the fight. I think for a moment that I might spare her but there is a hint of more in the way those nails rake along me, brushing a nipple. It feels amazing.

I shake my head as my hand tightens on her chin, her eyes locked on mine. I know now how I want to see her go.

The first star impacted her back and her cry said that the now mortal and powerless body felt that spike impale into her. The next couple only cemented that detail as she squirmed in my grasp. I am almost dripping with the pleasure of feeling her fingers grip my body tight.

I want her to beg, she does as the stars she had lacerated me with return the favor in kind. She promises secrets, power, anything… but I already have it. I just wanted to see that moment her mind broke in desperation.

Perhaps I wanted to see some pride or dignity but from one bitch to another, it was not going to happen. Bleeding, weakening, I can see the slashes draining the color from her.

With a snap of the fingers on my free hand, I can see those eyes lock onto mine one more time. She can feel the pressure building, the hint of magic that she knew well but was being used on her. A quick toss of her body away from me, that seductive look of her body in a heap on the stone, her hands over her lower stomach as she shook her head so.

Those little desperate pleads for mercy were the last words on her lips as the supernova spell ripped te former goddess to shreds. Despite the distance, some of the blood and bits splashed over my body and curves.

An onlooker, one of her former servants, purred a compliment that the gore complimented my hair. Running a finger to smear some of it over my still barely clothed body, I walked over to her.

"Go clean up your former mistress… after you clean me up."

"Yes my goddess…"


Seems you have a lazy door guard who failed her job one too many times. Hong Mei Lin is at your mercy to do with as you will.


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>Hong Mei Lin

She was a beauty, to be sure. Then again, all of the personal guard were. They existed to serve, to defend, and to be easy on the eye. What was the point of being guarded all the time if one could not enjoy the sight of the guards. Sure, muscle bound men had their place, and the guard included plenty of them. But the inner circle were all of the type to dazzle the eye, distract an opponent with their stunning looks, not just their killer moves.

The problem at hand however, was that bond beauty, Hong Mei Lin, was a failure. True enough she could fight when called upon. And utterly fulfilled the requirements to be both beautiful, and compliant. Never had she protested her master's desires for her body. The leggy blonde had been taken in every fashion. Her mouth, her cunt, her ass, all had been used by the man she swore to protect. But that was the rub.

Swore to protect. In truth the bitch was lazy and negligent, and that would stop. She lay on the daybed, dozing, when she was supposed to be watching out the window for any intruder. A dull assignment, though the view was spectacular. Yet her training was supposed to ensure that she could temper herself, and withstand the base urges of boredom that led to sleep. As she could not, she was worthless to her master. To her calling. And thus…

She woke when the tip of her own knife pricked the skin between her breasts. Her eye shot open to see the face of the one who owned her service, her duty, and her diligence. The one would would met out the punishment. The pain of the little bite of steel on flesh was enough to drive the sleep from her with a start. Eyes went wide, a mix of fear and betrayal. But the voice she heard only said, "You have failed me for the last time, Hong Mei Lin. May you serve me better in death, than you did in life."

The blade sunk to the hilt, driven through her chest, and out of her back with a powerful thrust. The angle ensured the heart was pierced by the blow. The blonde let out a sharp cry of agony, that faded to a moan of loss. Her eyes were wide in terror as the blackness rushed in. Blood sputtered out out of her lips as she coughed once, but already the damaged organ had given up. A raspy, rattling gurgle bubbled at her lips as the light faded from her eyes, far longer a note that might be expected before it too faded. The body jerked, and a dark stain formed between her legs, drenching and soiling the beautiful dress she wore.

Once the corpse had voided itself, the next sound was that of a zipper being pulled down. Towering above her, the master of the house jerked himself to the sight of her pretty face left permanently looking up in stupid shock.It did not take long, and soon the sound of flesh smacking against flesh was joined by a few terse grunts, and then the splash of cum across her pretty features. Strands hit her mouth, and one great spurt lumped in against her eye, pooling against her nose. Some got in her hair as well. Satisfied as could be done, the cock head was wiped against the unstained cheek and then tucked back away safely.

"Feed her to the dogs," the order was given, as the rest of the beautiful guard rushed into the room to dispose of the woman that had failed their order.


The infamous bugler and some time super hero Black Cat though to steal the most precious jewel in your collection. Show her what happens to thieves when they get caught.


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Okay, so this turned out to be *way* longer than I thought it would, but I hope you enjoy. And I hope this doesn't get cut off, heh.


>>5133 (Black Cat caught trying to steal a jewel from a vault)

I take my time walking down the corridor with an iPad in my hand and three armed security officers following a few steps behind me. Judging by the live video feed on my tablet's screen, the intruder was successfully immobilized by the automated proactive security system installed in the vault, but knowing who this woman was, it didn't hurt to be careful and opt for personal protection.

And I'd hate to stain this suit.

I press a few numbers on the keypad in quick succession, and the door in front of me slides open, letting me and the armed men behind me step into the vault. A dozen steps forward, turn left into an adjacent room, and there she is. Felicia Hardy. Tight black catsuit with that trademark white fur, a web-like carbon net pinning her body to the floor, secured by strong electromagnets, and a few taser prongs embedded in her, fired from the small holes in the walls. There's still current running through them, judging by how the woman has little to no reaction to our appearance and instead just twitches on the floor with whimpers.

I fiddle with the controls on my iPad, and the electricity turns off, letting Felicia slump lifelessly to the floor. A couple seconds later, though, she jolts awake again, focused and aware this time, but the net over her still keeps her confined to the same spot on the floor.

I chuckle, turn back to the security officers behind me and gesture them to point their rifles at the woman. Slowly, I walk towards her and crouch down in front of her.

"Do you know how they used to punish thieves back in the day?" I ask, staring into the eyes behind that recognizable mask of hers. Nothing but contempt and a grin in return. As expected, of course. I reach to the iPad again and turn on the electricity in the prongs again, for just a fraction of a second - enough to give her a powerful jolt and make her entire body twitch.

"This will be over fast if you behave," I wink at her before getting back up on my feet and gesture for two of the officers to come closer. With them standing by, I turn off the magnets and lift off the net constraining Felicia.

Of course, predictably, she yanks a couple prongs out of her and darts off to the side, to tear the remaining few out of herself.

Of course, my finger was already hovering over the control.

With a yelp, Felicia falls down to the floor, twitching, as the electricity runs through her body again. I turn it off only after the security guys wearing insulating gloves grab her by the arms and pull her up, then reach down to the floor to grab the prongs that she tore out of herself and walk over to her.

"We break your left arm and chop off your right one," I say. "Then you get to walk away and we can forget this little incident ever happened. I won't offer this again."

Nothing but contempt in those eyes, again. Electricity gets turned on once again, and her eyes roll to the back of her head as she slumps down to her knees, held by the two officers. When she comes back to her senses, my right leg swings back for a kick, and the tip of my shoe slams into her lower stomach, right above her mound. With a pathetic whimper, Felicia almost doubles over on the floor, crossing her legs, as the pain shoots through her crotch.

Oh, that felt good.

"You know, that was a good offer, all things considered. You should've taken it," I sigh and point at a nearby empty table. "Get her there."

A minute later, after some pretty intense resisting and a few more shocks to calm her down, the thief is secured to the tabletop, chained by her wrists and ankles with little wiggle room. I walk over to the table and lean over her, staring at her upside down, but then my gaze travels down her neck to her cleavage. I reach down to the zipper, and with a satisfying sound the dark fabric splits apart, revealing more and more of the pale skin underneath. Once the zipper can't go any lower, a knife comes in handy, and soon only underwear is all that's left. With a few more knife slashes, even that is gone, too.

It's almost like her confidence was kept in her clothes. Electricity couldn't break her, but a simple undressing did.

"Okay," she finally speaks and licks her lips. "I want to negotiate."

"Well, *I* don't." I'm not looking at her face. Instead, I reach and move my hand up and down her naked body, wiggling on the table. To think of it, she could *easily* be a supermodel if she wanted to. Chances are, she wouldn't have ended up like this, then.

"I have some stuff stashed… stuff that I think a collector like you would be very interested in," she continues.

"Well, of course," I shrug and take a moment to bring up an image on the tablet, then turn it so that she can see it. "I collect this, for example."

The image shows a few human arms, cut off just below the shoulder, preserved in ice. The woman wasn't particularly tanned to begin with, but all color disappears from her face when she sees it.

"No… no no no," she stammers and licks her lips again. "Look, name an item, anyone's private collection, *ANYONE'S*. I'll deliver. 48 hours if it's in the country. 96, worldwide. You know who I am, you know I *deliver*."

"*This* is already delivered to me, don't you think?" I smile and tap the knife's blade against her right arm. For a couple seconds, she hyperventilates, but then closes her eyes, trying to hold back tears to no avail. The salty liquid runs down the fabric of her mask and off her cheeks onto the tabletop.

I pat her on the cheek and take a step back, nodding to the third security officer who hadn't been involved until now. He steps forward, pulling out a bone saw from behind his back, and the thief on the table starts thrashing around helplessly, staring at him in terror. I move over a bit to hold her head with my both hands and keep her staring up at me upside down. Her lips tremble when the metal touches her arm, and when the saw starts moving back and forward, cutting through her flesh, Felicia's entire body springs up and she cries out in my face, saliva flying out and tears streaming down her cheeks. One of the other men joins us at the table to help hold her arm in place as the saw continues to cut through it. Half a minute of getting through her flesh, about a minute more of messing with the bone, with Felicia's screams reaching a new level in volume, and then, with a rather gross sound, the remaining strands of flesh are torn as her arm is yanked away from her.

The thief is shaking, her face pale as death, lips a thin line, goosebumps all over her naked skin, fingers of her *other* hand clawing at the restraints with fingernail marks in the leather. Blood spurts out rhythmically out of her fresh stump, but it's not really cause for concern. It would have been, had she taken the offer. But as it stands, she won't live long enough to die of blood loss.

"See, you've delivered," I smile in her face, still holding it between my hands and staring at her upside down.

"L-l-l-l-let me g-g-g-go…" she wheezes out, sobbing and whimpering, eyes wide open.

"Oh, I would have. You should have agreed to that right away," I sigh and walk over to the side of the table, staring at her naked body in full view in front of me again. I'd love to have her heart. Cut it out of her, put it in a vat. She's too beautiful to have her *head*; it would shrink and deform and wouldn't do her justice, but a heart? It would be poetic, in a way.

But first…

"Are you still with that Peter Parker guy?" I ask nonchalantly, as if I'm having a pleasant discussion over coffee.

"Wh… what?" she stammers, sobbing.

"It's a simple question."

"Oh, god…" Felicia inhales sharply, shivering. The blade of the knife in my hand is pressed between her breasts, and tears almost squirt from under her eyelids as she shuts her eyes.


"Good. I'll send him a present."

I gesture to two of the guards to hold the woman's legs in place, and my knife plunges into her lower stomach, deep, cutting through her flesh and around her womb. Two grown men can barely hold Felicia in place as she bucks and thrashes around on the table, bawling and losing her voice. The knife in my hand moves in inaccurate, jerky motions, and a minute later, I forcibly pull out her uterus and vagina out of the profusely bleeding cut, dropping it onto her stomach with a wet sound.

It's amazing, but Felicia is still there… or so it seems, at least. Lower lip bleeding hard with teeth-shaped indents in it, a thousand yard stare, shallow and fast breathing, muscles so tense that it looks like they could snap if you so much as touch them.

"You know what, you can have it. I think you kind of deserve it." I doubt that she can see it or process it, but as I'm saying this, I'm pointing at the jewel that she had almost gotten to. "I'll clean that up," I point at the gory mess lying on her stomach, "I'll put *that* inside," my finger points at the jewel again, "and I'll send it to Peter nicely wrapped. Something to remember you by."

I gesture to the guards to free her ankles, grab her by the shoulders and yank her up along the tabletop, so that her head hangs off the edge. "As for me, your heart will do. But I want to *see* you go first."

The knife runs across her neck, and blood sprays over my shirt as the thief gurgles, her wide open eyes still staring at me. I only look away for a couple seconds, to get an idea of how I'm going to cut into her chest, but then my eyes shoot back to lock with hers while she is still there. Once the initial spurt of blood in her neck dies down, I crouch down to level with her and keep looking into her eyes until they lose life.

"Well," I finally say quietly and get back up to my feet again. I sigh and circle the table to get better access to her ribcage. "How does one get to the heart, lads?"


<- pic on the left: Myranda (Game Of Thrones), the sadistic lover of Ramsay Bolton, is actually pretty damn good with a bow, but sucks at any kind of close quarters combat. How does one make good use of that?


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I corner the woman with the bow in the courtyard of the fort. Her allies are all but defeated, and my comrades surround her with their swords drawn. She hisses and spits like an alley cat confronted by a guard dog, her eyes wild and hateful.

Myranda stared up defiantly at the enemy soldiers, her hands clasped around her dagger. She looked around, and all she could see were grinning gazes wandering across her athletic, curvy body.

She grimaced, and threw the dagger aside. Getting onto her knees, she held her hands up in surrender. Like all women, she knew that men on the war path were lustful bastards who'd have their way with any hole with a pulse. If giving up her pride meant survival though, she'd take it.

The woman kneeled before me. She began to undo the front of her gown, revealing her firm, perky breasts.

The woman closed her eyes, an expression of disgust on her face. I grip my sword and decide to heal her of her shame.

With all my strength, I swing my blade against her graceful neck, slicing through it in one go.

Her head toppled over and fell into her lap, a slim string of skin and muscle keeping the head tethered to her shoulders.

Twin jets of bright red blood spraying out and covering me and the ground in a 4 meter radius from the front of her body.

Her half nude body slumped over, the jets of blood rapidly slowing down to a simple dribble.

I lean over and pick up her head by her glossy brunette hair, raising it in front of my friends. A look of dull confusion is frozen on her face, her luscious lips and chin crusted with blood and her eyes half lidded.

2nd LT Anett Hosenfeld of the NVA has had her MiG-21 TSF disabled. Finish her off.


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Apologies if there happens to be many inaccuracies to Muv-Luv lore. Haven't played/watched the series myself, hence had to rely on the wiki.

With that out of the way, cheers!


On a mission tasked with eliminating the BETAs of the Laser-Strain, the 666th TSF were dispatched with haste as to allow heavy artillery to do their job without having their payload intercepted in mid-air. As for me, well, I was a mechanic in charge of maintaining those hulking TSFs. Right now, I'm in the private room somewhere watching the live video of a certain pilot riding MiG-21 TSF through hidden cameras I installed earlier. Annet or something, whatever those sexy bitches were called.

Honestly? I don't give a fuck about the 'war'. The BETAs would overpower through our line sooner or later, humanity is fucked and whatever we're doing here would only delay the inevitable. Might as well enjoy life while we still can, eh?

I guess the only saving grace I have were the female pilots. Pheeew! Whoever designed the suits were a goddamn genius, I have to say! I often find myself ogling them, fantasizing that they were my bitches instead. I mean, sure, some of 'em would die on the line of duty, but they should've at least bring some of the usable dead slut's bodies to be used as onaholes! I sure as well would pay the fuck out if it means the chance to screw these privileged bitches while they're still in good condition.

Defenders and soldiers? Pfft- they look more like whores, if you ask me!

Unfortunately, someone caught me in the act. It was one Lt. Anett Hosenfeld, who merely glared at me as if I'm some sort of filth and shouted "Get away from me, freak!". It was the most humiliating moment in my life, one that I'll be sure to take my revenge on. How fortunate that I was one of thr mechanics assigned to run maintenance on her TSF, and at her cockpit no less.

And now, here I was, safely jerking off to her through live camera even as she was fighting for life and death. Those bodytights and frantic movements of her curves are goddamn criminal, I'd say! That would've been all I did had she kept quiet, but oh no, that cocky bitch is going to pay for what she did to me!

There was a device that I painstakingly got from the black market, one that can disrupt the power flow of vehicles like tanks. Apparently, it could also disrupt mechs, their communications and radars, or so my source told me. So within the several ton war machine lies a device that would spell certain death for her… and on my hand, a remote control to activate it.

How unfortunate that she happens to find herself overstretched and away from her team mates, surrounded by BETAs on all sides. My cock hardening from the sheer thought of it, I dug her grave and pressed the button.

Almost immediately, the effect took place, with Anett glancing about in confusion as everything around her deactivates. "Eh…? What happened?" My hidden cameras were all unaffected though, thank the goddamn stars! And just as quickly, a huge THUD could be heard, followed by long claws piercing through her cockpit. Panicking, she took to the controls and tapped into many buttons, trying desperately to activate the TSF for naught. "C'mon, c'mon! Move, damnit! MOVE!" I rubbed my hardening cock faster, her panicking voice stimulating my senses!

A loud -SCREEEEECH- later and suddenly, the cockpit that was her only protection from the outside BETA were opened. And out of it, countless monstrosities lie in wait, chittering and their sight clearly set upon the doomed pilot.

"Ahh….. n-no-"

Uncaring of her voice, they all dogpiled onto her, like a pack of hungry hyenas ravenously crunching through their prey. Her right leg was crushed and disfigured, her stomach exploded into a pile of gore by a BETA's lance and both her arms were chewed off right from her shoulders.

A long moment of blood-curdling scream soon followed even as something is trying to eat their way through her lungs. I've never climaxed so hard in my life, HOLY SHIT, it was brutal! Her body was then torn into two, with the lower half suddenly thrown off into the mass of BETAs outside only to never be seen again as they all fought like dogs over it.

"Kfft-… Kirke…" a soft voice sounded out of her, the only thing left of her being her armless torso with one breast torn off and her still-intact head. A huge -CRUNCH- later and suddenly, the top half of the head was roughly eaten off even as the sack of meat that was the veteran pilot fall off, flopping and shaking onto the hard ground as brain matter from her other half starts spilling out. The rest of her was consumed soon after, leaving behind only blood, pieces of discarded flesh and a miraculously intact green eyeball rolling around, the last reminder that this used to be a battle-hardened, loyal soldier known by the name of Anett Hosenfeld.


Haaa, what a way to relieve stress and get some revenge. At this point, the computer screen and table are practically dripping with cum. I made sure to save the data, as material whenever I felt like jacking off. Heh, who would've have thought that the last legacy of the supposed last defenders of humanity were to be used as my fapping material? Fucking appropriate, if you ask me.

Now, what did she say in her last moment? Kirke? Oh, right, wasn't she that one cool black-haired beauty of a pilot in the same squad? Hehehee, now I'm imagining if her death would make me cum just as much as Anett-chan…


This here is Gudako, the last Master of Chaldea. After countless trials and hardships, she made bonds with many Heroic Figures, grew as a person and even helped save the world from the Incineration of Human History. However, your organization had deemed her a threat rather than a hero and thus, you are sent in to discretely eliminate her. FINISH HER!


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A discreet termination was not the easiest of tasks. It wasn't so much that the client wanted the death to look like an accident. Oh, that would do the job, sure, but from the clients stand point, if the target was clearly killed, that wasn't bad. As long as it could not be traced back to them, that was all that mattered. This Gudako was considered a threat, and taking her out was a top priority.

The attempt was made in the evening. In general, most assassinations happen after dark. Though that is the time that most would expect, these are done simply for ease of factors. The target is usually weary at the end of a day, or asleep. And the darkness lends itself to stealth. The man assigned to this mission took full advantage of it, coming in through Gudako's window in the darkness.

Padded shoes left no trace of their path, silently slipping across the floor toward the lit bathroom. The sounds of a shower were heard. The girl was cleaning herself. The man paused, and contemplated options. A fall in the shower could do the trick, but to make it better…he nodded to himself and took a slow, steadying breath. Then his hand - gloved - reached out, and gently pushed the door open, slowly. Every inch or so he would pause, and listen, to ensure that the door made no sound, and that the target was unaware of what was happening. Thus it took him five full minutes to open the door to its greatest extent and allow him to step into the steam filled room.

She was singing in a voice that…was not the best. No one, he thought, was perfect. He could make out her form behind the curtain. Arranged in such that the shower head jutted out into a raised tub. Given the size of the place she was in, he would have expected a separate bath and shower stall, instead of a joined one. No matter, that made things easier, in truth. A smile crept about his face. Make it look like she fell. Blow to the back of the head, he decided, and readied himself, curling his fingers into a fist.

Lighting fast, her jerked the curtain back, catching the girl off guard. Before she could really scream, he smashed his fist into the back of her head. She staggered and went down to her knees in a crash, dazed. He palmed her face, earning a squeak from her, then slammed her down onto the tiled floor of the bath tub. There was a sharp crack this time - her skull, not the ceramic tub coating, and then a whimpering, tear filled moan of pain and suffering. He had smashed the back of her head, and it was like someone had pulled the strings out from her.

"Consistent with a fall," he decided. She'd clipped the edge of the tub, and that would work too. He wasted no time. Her chest was heaving and she could barely breathe, struggling to do - anything really. Her arms flailed a bit, uselessly, and she stared at him, though one eye seemed to only open half way. Brain damage from the blow, that would work in his favor. She watched him with a stupid expression on her face as he pulled her legs out, toward the tub drain, so that it didn't look like she had fallen to her knees. They were a little bruised but nothing he thought worth worrying.

No tub mat - that made this all the more easy to sell. Her skull had impacted the edge of the tub, and that would be what the coroner found when an autopsy was done. Simple accident. But the man reached over and killed the shower, instead allowing the tub to fill. He rolled his sleeves up - revealing that the gloves he wore went up past his elbow. The assassin was well prepared.

It took time, and he watched the tub fill, the water line rising up her nude body. She did look good, the man thought, and felt it a shame that the target was high profile enough that he couldn't take his fun with her. Sometime that was a requirement, in fact. To defile the target before death. Or after. Not this time. No, the nude woman, panting and looking up with out comprehension would go undefiled, her last minutes simply painful and confused, with no further violation. And no satisfaction for the killer. Oh well, he could afford some satisfaction after this job.

There did not seem to be anyone coming to check up on the woman. Apparently this Gudako liked to be alone in the evening. He knew nothing about her beyond the news stories. And now, how she would die. The water was at her chin, and then rising over it. She swallowed some, and coughed. The body began to respond. Well, that was no surprise, he thought. She might be too stupid to understand but her body didn't want to just give up. So he reached over and gently pushed her head under the water with his hand. Gentle pressure was all it took. Some water splashed over the side, from the way her arms wiggled and her legs twitched. She shut her eyes and then opened them, staring up and out. As there was no conscious thought, there was no will to struggle to hold a breath. Bubbles came out as she exhaled, and then water rushed in as she tried to inhale.

All in all it took surprisingly little time. Since she wasn't consciously struggling, there had been no great effort needed. Her body jerked a few times in the tub, and her mouth gaped like a fish. The eyes grew wider and wider with sudden lack of oxygen, with the warm water clogging her lungs. And then they darkened, though remained open. She swallowed again, and that was that. Her body gave a jerk, and then started to float as a cloud of urine bloomed between her legs. He turned the water off as he left.

In the end, the body was found, nude, face up in the tub, eyes wide, starring at the ceiling. The mouth was agape, and water pooled in it, though the tongue jutted out. There were no real marks on the body, save for that blow to the back of the head, from what the ME could only assume was a tragic fall. She must have slipped while getting into the tub and then drowned in her own bath tub. Some of the water had splashed out - clearly she had fallen in, but she lay there in the now cold water, tinged yellow from her last expulsions.

She's the best of the best, ain't no one better in a brawl, or at least that's what Tifa thinks! Show her that she's not hot stuff. FINISH HER!


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Ending the fight with a savage uppercut I revel in the sensation of Tifa's teeth clattering together as she flies upwards and backwards. The night air is pleasantly cold as it fills my lungs with every heavy breath, my cock is desperately trying to escape my jeans, and I can just barely keep myself from letting it out. Telling my member to relax, I squat down beside the barely conscious little whore and whisper softly in her ear, taking a perverse pleasure as she recoils from having my breath so close to her ear, "When I asked if you could dip your milkers in my fucking ale, you should have taken the compliment like a good bitch." She tries to say something, but I ignore the incoherent mumbling and start pulling her clothes off. First to go are her skirt and suspenders, leaving her in nothing but those plain panties and that ridiculous, almost see through top. Her tits seem to defy at least a couple laws of physics with their ratio of size to firmness, but I don't waste time complaining about it. I take out my cock and start stroking it slowly with my offhand, my other hand pulling out a wicked looking hunting knife from its sheath. It's only when I straddle her hips and bring the knife up to her face, the moonlight catching beautifully on the high carbon steel as she realises just how fucked she is. That's when the pleading starts.

"Please no, I'll suck you off," she begs, her voice trembling in that sinfully erotic way as her eyes fly frantically about, trying too see a way out of the situation. I don't respond, simply bringing the knife towards her sternum and cutting her top away, her tiny sigh of relief when she realises that I'm just cutting her clothes is so cute that I almost fuck up the cut, but I manage to avoid breaking the skin. A drop of precum forms on the head of my cock as I simply sit there, enjoying the way that the cocky little bartender wriggles beneath me. Simply enjoying the night air for a few moments before I answer her.

"Darlin', I'm not gonna be satisfied with just a little blowie, I'm goin' to make you scream," I whisper in my best soothing voice, Tifa doesn't seem to be calmed down any, but I couldn't give less of a fuck about her preferences. She lets out a cute little yelp, intensifying her wriggling as I reach back and slide the back of the knife against her nethers through the thin panties. Tifa's struggling makes the tiny little drop precum slide out from my foreskin and land on her stomach. She immediately freezes up. That's when I hear footsteps coming from down the road. I look down on Tifa, she looks up at me, and I immediately cover her mouth with my hand, just before she manages to cry out. She struggles, but I've got leverage and fifty kilograms on her, and I manage to force my knife towards her chin. "Sorry darling, but I can't have you crying out if there are people on the streets," I whisper as softly as I can. The knife continues its journey for several seconds while the footsteps keep getting closer, if she's not dead by the time that guy reaches the mouth of this alley, I'm in for a bloody night. The blade punches through the skin under Tifa's cute little chin, continuing onwards at a decent clip, burying itself in her up to the hilt. She goes goes still and I lay on top of her, hiding her body and imitating a hobo as Tifa's last lifeblood coats the entirety of my chest. The footsteps disappear into the distance, and I get to work quickly, corpses aren't my thing, but if they're fresh enough, you can't really tell the difference.

Her pussy is delightful, and though the smell of urine almost kills the mood, I enter Tifa's little cunt and make her mine, fucking her non stop for nearly five minutes, trying to cum as fast as possible in case more nosy assholes try to ruin my fun. Her pussy is delightful, even though she's dead I can feel that she definitely kept up with her kegel excercises. I paint her insides with my cum and it is a glorious feeling of her cooling body squeezing me as if she were alive. Pulling out with a wet, sucking sound I put my sticky cock back in my pants and stalk off into the night, intending to find a guy my size that has a good set of clothes.

(Casca's in the woods, bathing when you come upon her. Make the bitch suffer.)


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You've cornered Peni Parker, now end her.

The sun was just beginning to slip behind the horizon when I stumbled upon the dark skinned young woman bathing in the lake. I observed her with great interest from behind some bushes on the shore, hidden from her sight. She was quite pretty, her body sculpted by what looked like the life of a wandering warrior. Muscular arms, and thick powerful legs slowly moved as she splashed more water over herself. My pants grew tight as I imagined my cock ramming deep into her tight cunt.

Perhaps it was an act of rash impulse, but I had not had a woman for months, and the both of us were far from civilization. Even so, she seemed a formidable fighter, and I decided to neutralize her from a distance with my crossbow. The girl knelt down and began to scrub her hair as I shouldered the crossbow and placed the sights on her bare back. My patience was rewarded as she stood back up and turned around, facing my direction. For a moment, I hesitated. She was so beautiful, her wet skin glistening in the dying light of the evening.

I pulled the trigger, and the bolt loosened. The crossbow sent it flying straight and true, and the projectile punctured the girl's left eye, going straight through her orbital cavity and penetrating her frontal cortex. I saw her stagger back, one graceful hand reaching up and grasping at the shaft, her face twisting into a pained grimace before slackening into a dull expression. She fell back into the water with a splash, and I hurried forth towards her body.

I grasped her by the legs and dragged her corpse out of the lake. As I caught my breath, I looked over and felt a lust I had not felt in a long while. She was perfect in every way. My hands fumbled with the zipper on my pants in my hurry to sexually satiate myself. Her skin was wet, yet still warm and pliant. I laid myself over her torso, pressing my erect cock against her soft slit, looking deep into her one intact eye. It stared past me unseeing as I penetrated her dead pussy, my hands squeezing her perky, palm sized tits. My pelvis pistoned in and out of her as I placed my lips against hers, my tongue slipping in and tasting her saliva. With a deep grunt, I unloaded my balls into her cooling womb.

I pulled my cock out, now limp. Satisfied, I was. Only a few minutes ago she was alive, with no idea that her evening would end so swiftly. Now she lay on the grass, a strangers cum dripping out of her slit, a hunting bolt stuck through her brain. Oh how circumstances can change, I thought to myself as I gathered my pack and left. The scavengers would clean my crime up.


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With the spiders, you gotta strike fast, or else they just dodge outta there. A high powered harpoon at relatively short range will do it. Right through her chest, pinning her to the wall. Missed the heart, though - wrong side. Eh. Still a collapsed lung and profuse bleeding. A good start. As she whimpers and tries to pull herself off, I approach and draw my kukri, hacking off one arm with a single hard blow, then the other. She's screaming uncontrollably now, the agony too much for her. I press the blade to her cunt and into her, splitting her open, and draw it up to her ribs. She finally goes silent as her organs start to fall out, and I watch silently as she passes. I don't bother cleaning the scene. Let the press assume that some hunting or whaling themed villain took her out.
Komand'r of Tamaran - AKA Blackfire - brought you in to hire you for a job. You found her after a rather intense fuck, her partner no longer there - and she tells you that the one she wants killed is herself. And she wants you to make it as painful as possible. Tamaranians are notoriously hardy - how do you FINISH HER?


Finish her is supposed to be non-con tho :P


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“Not the kind of hunger, I usually feed, but sure!” The feminine eldritch creature said. “But you may be reconsidering in just a bit.”

Before the Tamaranian could say anything, the creature lunged at her, placing one hand over her mouth and nose, the other hand on the back of Blackfire’s head, and gripping her shoulders with her hand-like feet, and then began to slowly, weakly at first, pull her head away from her shoulders.

Blackfire, unable to breathe but able to take it for now, moved her hands to the creature’s body, trying to get it off her, but finding it very, very difficult to even move her. It was like grabbing wet clay, but she could not tear it apart. She tried to use her energy attacks, her hands and eyes glowing, but her attacks did nothing to stop the creature, only leaving smoky, burnt marks where they hit.

“None of that. Just enjoy the feelings of your muscles straining and your breath running out. If you still have your pancreas, you’ll feel a rush of oxygen in a few seconds.” The creature said calmly, casually even.

For Blackfire, it felt like her lungs were going to burst and her neck was tearing like paper, her shoulders were beginning to ache from the pressure on them, and her eyes began to water.
She had asked to be killed painfully, yes, but this was not what she had been expecting.

After several more seconds, she felt the rush, but she also felt a ripping in her throat as her eyes began to water and roll backwards in her head.

Her vision went white for just a second, and then she felt the pressure on her body immediately leave and the hands move from her head. With that done, she took in a deep breath of the sweet, life saving and prolonging air.

“Ten seconds.” The creature said before taking her position and placing her hands on the sides of Blackfire’s head and her feet loosely gripping the Tamaranian’s arms below her shoulders. She smiled happily at the girl, waiting quietly and patiently.

Blackfire frowned at the creature before her eyes glowed green again and shot directly into the creature’s eyes. She smiled, thinking she had struck a death blow, and then raised her hands to pry the creature’s limbs off her.

“Head or arms.” Blackfire froze. “Which do you think will come off first?” The creature asked, and then began to apply pressure and pull at Blackfire’s head and arms, its grip tightening as it began to slowly and gradually pull.

Blackfire endured, attempting to breakfree, but finding it impossible to harm the creature. Its eyes were not damaged, she found as it looked at her and kept smiling, its eyes locked on hers as it gauged her reaction.
It did not take time for Blackfire to begin to feel the burn as her neck began to ache once more and her arms feeling the same… at least until she felt the points of the creature’s toes pierce into her arms.

“‘As painful as possible’, you said, right? So, the arms first.” The creature said.

There was a sickening twist, Blackfire’s arms being forcibly turned unnaturally, and then silence as the creature eased its pulling to let sink in what had just happened.
When Blackfire opened her mouth to scream, two hands moved over it, covering it and leaving her to thrash and attempt to shake off the creature as it resumed the removal of her arms and tossed them to the sides of the room.

The creature did not let go of her head, but instead moved around to be behind Blackfire’s head with its arms around her head and feet gripping her shoulders once more.

It took what felt like to her an eternity of pain and bleeding, but, finally, she could struggle and thrash no more, falling onto the floor near the bed as she felt her lifeblood draining out of her.

“Okay, time to stop that.” The creature said as it moved its feet to the stumps of her arms. “We’ll be done in another hour or so; bare with it for now.” It said.

Blackfire rested on the floor, feeling the creature move its lower limbs and appendages on her body, and then gasped when she felt what she could only describe as its feet and legs burrowing into her arm stumps. Into her bones. Into her skin and muscles… and then, the horrifying realization: into her blood and very body.

It hurt. It hurt so much. Her eyes were wide, tears flowing down her face, and her heart racing in panic. She felt those appendages worm around inside her body, merged with her own at her arm stumps but also not a complete part of her. It was not until she felt pain at her heart and lungs that she felt the creature move its hands over her nose to cover it and her mouth again.

“Round two. You’ll barely feel the decapitation.” It told her.

Suffocation was all Blackfire had to look forward to as she felt her neck ache for a third time, only this time she felt her lungs twisting and her heart being constricted.

She had asked to be killed painfully, but this was not the kind of pain she wanted. She had been expecting stabbing, slashing, choking… something she had experienced before, but this…
This was worst than torture because she knew, she felt it moving through her bones, in her blood viens, and faintly heard the ripping of her flesh.

It did not end at the severing of her head, she still knew her spine was attached, but she felt it creeping in as the creature moved its hand from her mouth to under her neck and head. Reaching, the creature pulled her tongue out, letting it hang under her chin and exposed, before moving its hand back to her mouth and sticking it in.

“I’ll just mess with your sinus canals until you bleed out. Think of it as my desert for satisfying your hunger for pain, okay?” It told her calmly, but with a hint of arousal.

I had fun with this one. Now for the next target. I'm sure she's already been on here somewhere, but…

It's been a long day questing to get that sweet and awesome loot, doing your dailies and farming for those bear ass to turn in for your chance at a new piece of gear. Finally, the day nearly finished, you decide to relax at your secret underground dungeon where you keep your favorite not-heroes-or-heroines of the world. Today, it's Jaina Proudmore's turn, but she'd getting on in her years. Better let her go easy… or not. Time to finish her!


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It is a ruined tower that I was far too familiar with at one time. Long burnt-out timbers creak under my heels as I climb the stairs. There is a smirk on my lips A few fresh embers and frost lines cross the ruins, betraying a few hints of the fight that had just transpired.

My fingers clutch the staff I lean against, my own silver-streaked hair taints my formerly crimson locks. A few streaks of light help mend the burns that mars my skin and ruined my once elegant robes.

I pull a shard of ice from my side and toss it away to finish repairing the damage that the woman at my feet had inflicted upon me. I can see her straining against the mind control that I have over her in this moment.

"L… let me go…"

"Not today." My seductive voice cracks a bit under the strain as I pull her staff off the ground, holding it in my other hand. It would be a great replacement for my own staff.

I look her over, trembling with the last burning remnants of a mana burn. Jaina's clothes were torn across her frame, threatening to show what I had also admired and at times even desired when I visited her in this very tower in my youth.

"You always fail at what you do…" The tip of my heeled boot slipped in under her chest, pushing her against the restraints and the cups of her ruined top. I can see her wince.

"You failed me, you failed our city… everything. And I followed you across so far, did every last job you gave me! No… I am happy to make sure no one else will."

"You are crazy…"

"Crazy was following you this far."

My long leg comes up, pushing my dress out of the way as I give another harsh kick to her cheek, sending the barely away mage tumbling onto her back.

With a limp that was soon healed away, I grab her by her hair and drag her towards the edge of the broken tower I had cornered her on. With a smile, I hold her up so that my group of friends who had watched our magical catfight with such intent could savor the look of the once proud Jaina hanging limply and borderline lewdly in my grasp.

A lowly priestess having finally did the impossible and brought down the harlot that caused so many problems.

"If you boys want a round or two with her, come on up and enjoy… leave her alive so I can heal her up so we can keep our toy for a bit longer."

That chuckle on my lips as the group comes up says so very much. Crossing my legs as I watch the debauchery that soon unfolds, occasionally letting my fingers explore under my ruined clothes in enjoyment.

As the morning sun rises in the sky, they finally finish up with the once-proud mage and she is gasping, broken both physically and mentally, begging me not to healer her once more, to not burn her mana away again. She looks utterly pathetic with nothing besides a heavy layer of cum on her.

I spin her staff playfully in my hand and nod softly.

"You are right, I think I won't."

A snap of my fingers and a noose is quickly looped around her neck and I can see her eyes go wide. She struggles against the ropes, trying to claw it away as my boys drag her towards the edge of the broken tower.

She is teetering on the edge, I can see my boys stringing up the rope across an intact rafter but leaving me a bit of slack. I step up, my still barely clad tits pressing into her bare ones as I look her in those scared eyes.

"One chance… tell me what I want to hear…"

She is at a loss, not realizing how much I once wanted her, she stammers but I close my eyes and then giving a harsh kick to her abs and pushing her off the edge.

There was not enough slack in the rope. Seems like it will be a long wait for that final release for Jaina but I think a naked, fucked out wreck of a mage is a fitting decoration for her former tower as I turn to walk away, to finally get dressed myself, to leave this place for the final time with the best reward.

All the while the music of that creaking rope straining to hold Jaina in her last desperate moments fills my ears as I walk away.


The garden seems to have gotten a bit out of control. How would you take care of Poison Ivy?


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In all honesty, he had though that things would be harder, taking out one of Gotham's premier 'super'-villains. everyone had heard about how ruthless Poison Ivy was. How her kiss was toxic, and her domain a green labyrinthine of killer plants. Her hatred of humans in general and men in particular. Her insidious pollen that could bind the mind and break a person to her will. He'd heard it all, and yet he'd taken the contract out on her anyway. He wasn't sure if this came from a rival crime boss, or someone from the city who had grown sick of the inability of Arkham to contain the vibrant plant woman.

He hadn't cared either.

When it came down to it, all it had taken was an ungodly amount of weed killer and a tap into the city plumbing line. He'd flooded the pipes that fed her little garden. Poisoned the well, as it were. And waited. It had taken two days, but the sheer amount of plant killer in the well that fed her garden was enough to leave it all dead and drooping. And the bitch herself wasn't doing too good either.

"Funny," he'd said softly when he found her, looking down at the vixen. "I kinda figured you'd be dead already. I guess I gotta kill what's still human in you, too," he taunted. He watched her face twist in pain and anger. As if the idea that there was anything human left in her was offensive. But she could barely raise her arm to fend him off. "Its amazing no one ever tried this before. I guess the bat was just too much of a goody goody to stoop to this. But hey, when weeds crop up, you got to pull them out at the root. A little killer goes a long way, don't you think?"

The taunting was all part of the service as he looked her over. She was naked, her leaf like garments having wilted and fallen away from her body. Though her body was still voluptuous and tempting, her skin had taken on a yellow tinge of the truly sick. He didn't mind that though. The contract had said to send a message, and as he removed his pants, he made it clear he was going to do just that. She watched, of course - she was too weak to do anything else, her chest heaving as she tried to simply breathe, rising up and down, jiggling her tits. Those green eyes went wide in fear then, he saw it, and he grinned as he gripped himself, stroking his dick to its full girth. "Yeah, they sent me to do a job on you, and I'm planning to do just that in every way, doll. And don't you try to kiss me either. It won't work." He winked as he moved in and kicked her legs apart, eliciting a yelp of pain. "I took an anti venom. Your little kiss of death won't work on me. Funny what you can get your hands on if you have friends inside Arkham. They took a lot of samples out of you, and they whipped up some good shit, let me tell you. Pam. Can I call you Pam?"

She spat in his face as he knelt, the only answer she seemed capable of giving. Shrugging, he brought back one massive fist and then gave her a hard, swift blow to the face. Something cracked in her skull and she cried out in pain, one eye shutting as it darkened swiftly. "Oops," he said, laughing now. He'd broken the orbital bone of her eye, and he used her distracted state to line himself up. Her legs were on either side of his, and he roughly pulled her forward, spearing the pained villain upon his cock.

He took his time with her, of course. You don't get to fuck a broad like Poison Ivy every day. He dealt with her protests in the efficient way as he'd done the first time, and it only took two more applications to really drive the message home. She had a pair of shiners that matched and would make her a sure stand in for a raccoon by the time he was done, as well as a fist sized bruise in her stomach. She'd mewled from that point on, whimpering and crying softly, but he didn't mind that. She'd outright wailed when he came inside of her, blowing his load there, coating her cunt with his spunk. He'd grinned down at her, and when he'd pulled out, he'd wiped his sticky, spent cock on her face, leaving her cheeks glistening with a mix of spunk and her own juices.

"It's a shame I can't stick around and have some more fun, Pam, but duty calls, you know?" He asked, chuckling. He'd made her cry, he'd fucked her, broken her, and beat on her. There was only one thing left to do. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, taking a drag, as he put his pants back on. Then he walked over to one of the bottles he'd brought with him. It was big and red, and had a long, yellow nozzle.

"Do you know the best way to deal with an overgrown lot, Pam?" He asked as he twisted the cap, and then started to dump the gasoline out onto her. She screamed then, realizing what he was doing as he soaked her, and then backed away, leaving a trail that wound through the dead plants, toward the entrance to the garden. "Yeah, that's right, you figured it out. I don't even have to say it. I'd say I'll see you around, Pam, but well, we both know that's a lie." He waved then, and turned, flicking the half smoked cig away behind him. He heard a soft sizzle, and then a sharp intake of air as a rush of heat swept away from where he'd been standing. Her screams grew louder, but everyone knew to stay away from Ivy's garden. No one came as he left, the orange flames licking up the trees, reaching for the sky.

By the time the Gotham Fire Department arrived, it was too little too late. They could simply contain the blaze, keep it from spreading out of the gardens to other buildings, but it roared away inside the grounds, turning everything that had once been there - including Poison Ivy herself - to ash.


Android 18 was once feared by millions. Show the world why she's not worth a damn any more.


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Android 18 awoke strapped to what seemed to be an operating table. In the middle of a clearing in front of a crowd. And completely naked. Next to her stood a somewhat stocky figure with thick red glasses, grey skin, and conical horns. Behind the strange woman was a gallows. Looking down at her, the woman suddenly kneels and licks Android 18’s cheek. Getting back up, the woman says “YOUR3 4W4K3. L3TS G3T TO TH3 FUN P4RT!”.

Walking around the table and in front of the crowd, the woman introduces herself to the crowd as Teresa Pyrope. She then goes on a long spiel about why everyone was here today, justice, how justice is important, and Android 18’s various crimes. During the spiel, Android 18 tried to escape by testing the strength of her binds, finding them resistant to all of her attempts. Once her spiel is done, Terezi presents a coin to the crowd saying “H34DS SH3 L1V3S. T41LS SH3 D13S.”. Android 18 can hear many murmuring among the otherwise chanting crowd about how Terezi is blind and won’t know which side is which.

After a few seconds, Terezi flips the coin into the air. It gets about ten seconds of air time before landing in Android 18’s open left palm. Inspecting the coin reveals heads. A favorable flip. Terezi walks over to Android 18 and unsheathes a sword that was disguised as a walking stick that she was carrying and positioning it over one of her restrained legs.

Android 18 immediately objected, stating that the coin had landed on heads, thereby guaranteeing her freedom. Terezi inspects both of 18’s palms, taking the coin. After a few seconds and Android 18 shouting that she be freed because the coin landed on heads, Terezi simply asks “CO1N? WH4T CO1N? 1 DON’T S33 4 CO1N.”. The moment she said that, a little memory at the back of Android 18’s head said “She’s blind, remember?”.

In one swift motion, Terezi sliced off Android 18’s left leg as easily as one cuts butter. The woman’s piercing screams energized the crowd, which started going absolutely wild at the sight of Android 18’s blood. Doing the same with her other leg and her hands, Terezi walked up to 18’s lower half and pointed the blade at her crotch. Android 18’s pleas to Terezi for her to not do what she was about to do fell on deaf ears as Terezi slapped 18 hard enough to bruise. Then, Terezi stuck the blade into 18’s vagina. It pierced her cervix, going all the way up and piercing her womb and small intestine, eliciting a high-pitched, drawn-out scream from 18. Effortlessly lifting up her sword with the impaled Android 18 on it, Terezi walked over to the gallows and put 18’s head in one of the loops. With one last plea for mercy from Android 18, Terezi effortlessly slid the blade out of 18’s body, causing her to fall into the noose.

As Terezi tightened the noose and listened to the now frenzied cries from the crowd, Terezi walked back to her quarters, which were below ground to get some rest. After drinking an entire bottle of Faygo, Terezi passed out on her couch, drifting off to sleep.


You were hiding in Terezi’s closet when she fell asleep. You had been dreaming to do whatever you truly wanted with her for quite some time, but you never had the chance to do it. Until now. She’s sleeping. Wide open. A sitting duck.




Was there supposed to be anything in this box, anon?


Ignore those blankposts, nobody knows why they keep on being spammed, although some theorize its just retarded ESL chimps who can't figure out how an imageboard works.


I see. Still waiting for Terezi to die.


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It was time to strike, and Ebony was ready to do so… why she had chosen to wait in the closet for her selected livestock to slaughter was more of her own desire to write down a few alterations she would have to try to recipes than anything else.

Since they were close to a recording set, she had considered making a show out of it to educate others on how to prepare and cook whatever species this Terezi was, but she decided against it.

She was hungry after all.

With her prey asleep, she emerged from the closet causally. There was no need to rush. Even if she woke up, Ebony would be able to catch up in no time.

She made her way to bed her prey slept on, and, with practiced ease, placed one hand over Terezi's nose and the other over her mouth; beginning the slow process of suffocation.

As her prey began to stir away, she would very quickly find that Ebony would not and could not be moved through struggling, gripping, attacking, slashing, cutting… Ebony was an eldritch monster that could not be harmed by conventional means.

Terezi's panic grew in one last effort to break free, and then slowly ceased, the light in her eyes fading as Ebony began to countdown until she was completely out cold.

When that was finished, Ebony snapped Terezi's neck, her head turning 90 degrees to the right… and then continuing in a clockwise direction, the neck and spine twisting and crackling and tearing until, finally, off the head came, and then down Ebony's throat, her mouth stretching unnaturally to accommodate the meal.

"Mmm. Tasty."

Next, she pulled the body up, the blood splattering on her body being absorbed by her skin, and began taking Terezi's body apart. Bone by bone, meat by meat, organ by organ, until all that was left was a headless body of skin and muscle.

Happy with her progress and meal, Ebony examined the body and nodded approvingly.

"Great! Now I have a body to stuff for dinner tomorrow! I'm thinking honey roast duck recipe. I hope my patrons will like it!"

DC's got a new animated series and I am loving it!
Harley Quinn has heard the news that her partner, Ivy, has gone missing. Unsure what to do, she's begun taking leading only to wind up on the phone with you and desperate to believe anything.
Time to finish the Clown Princess of Crime.


Actually, I just watched episode 3. Instead of Harley making a desperate call, let's have you calling her, selling yourself as a henchman, but you will be her assassin instead.

Hehe. Seems more fun anyway.


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After a few minutes of trying to contact one of her more trusted henchmen, the phone was picked up. The voice on the other end sounded almost exactly like one of her henchmen, and the voice instructed Harley to meet with them by a warehouse that she frequented when hiding out when Batman was hot on her tail. Figuring it was serious, she made her way to the warehouse, only to see that it was empty. A feeling of unease came over the clown princess of crime, with an eerie silence in the entire building. As she explored for a bit, she could feel as if she was being watched.

Upon entering a room, someone hiding behind the door slammed a croquet mallet into her face. Hard enough to make her go unconscious.

When she awoke, she was completely naked, strapped to a chair, had a ball gag in her mouth, and something large inside of her ass. A firm clench with her lower intestines confirmed her suspicions; a monstrously-sized dildo. A bright light shone down on her from a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. A camera on a tripod was placed in front of her. From the blinking light, she knew that it was recording. After a few seconds, a horrific sight strolled in from her left. And this sight? A tall Caucasian woman in blood-soaked medical scrubs, black pants, and a mask heavily resembling a character she saw in an anime movie. The woman kneeled down in front of the camera, cheerily saying "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to tonight's show! Where you, the players, decide the entertainment for your twisted pleasure! Our special guest for this week is the clown princess of Gotham City, Harley Quinn!” The instant she said that, the realization of what was happening to Harley hit her like a ton of bricks.

She was the main attraction of a red room.

The woman then listed off Harley’s likes, dislikes, hobbies, and love interests in a stoic manner that set the already budding fear inside her belly deeper. The woman then turned to Harley and said simply “Now. Let us begin the show!”. A man in a similar mask wheeled in a pair of carts. The first cart was full of medical tools before leaving. They all looked as if they were recently washed. On the bottom tray of the cart was a laptop displaying what Harley could only assume was a live chat. They seemed to be urging the woman to cut Harley’s neck. The second one was empty. The woman kneeled down in front of the first, read the comments, then picked up a scalpel. Struggling in her restraints, Harley tried to escape her predicament to no avail. Pressing the blade into her neck, the woman made a thin, precise slash across Harley’s throat. Surprisingly, the cut wasn’t deep enough to slash her throat open. And the woman didn’t stop there. She cut out a square of skin from Harley’s neck and set it on the second cart. The agony of the procedure made Harley cry, with mascara already running down her cheeks like black raindrops on a window. The woman looked back at the chat again. They were urging her to salt the wound.

Walking away for a second, she brought out a salt shaker. She unscrewed the cap and dumped the entire thing onto the open wound on Harley’s neck. The piercing, muffled scream that came out of Harley’s bound mouth was rapidly reduced to nothing more than a whimper as the agony of the salt in her wound overwhelmed her mind.

Many hours of grueling, comment fueled torture later, it became a wonder that Harley was still alive. On the second cart was the skin of her neck, her scalp, both of her breasts, her uterus and vagina with the hymen still intact, the ovaries crushed, the ball gag, and a muscle taken from her neck. Aside from the respective injuries on Harley Quinn, her belly was slit open and her ribs broken aside, revealing her organs and beating heart. The woman read the comments on her stream one last time. They had a vote earlier to decide how Harley would die. The decision was unanimous. A single stab to Harley’s heart. Her torturess took the scalpel, still wet with Harley’s blood, and stabbed it into her black heart. Her heart was literally black, spray painted that way by the comments. Harley tried to scream, but where was her voice? Gone. Reduced to nothing. Her vocal cords were removed, with her windpipe cut open. It took several minutes for Harley to finally bleed out. The woman then walked up to the camera, did a stereotypical “See you next week!” outro, and turned off the camera.

And thus, the Clown Princess of Gotham was no more.


Stelsa Sezyat has been wandering through the woods of planet Earth for about a day now. Forced to flee to Earth because of a poor decision she made, she was now utterly on her own, forced to leave her matesprit behind on Alternia. In the dead of night before dawn, she became fatigued and tired, her hair a mess. Finding what looked like a small isolated settlement, she laid down under a makeshift bench and fell fast asleep, deciding that she would explain herself when she woke up.

On Earth, the village she wandered into was isolated. Full of inbreds and hillbillies. Unknown to the USA for all of its history. Stelsa had just wandered right into the wolf’s den. Who knows what the village might do to her when they find her. Could the entire village rape her before using her violated body for gruesome entertainment, with her teal blood spilled day in and day out before finally succumbing? Or maybe they would do something far, far worse to her…



Waiting for death…


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With her slumbering away Stelsa failed to awake whilst members of the town moved her body into a wooded farmshed. She was rudely awakened as they nailed her blue limbs to a boarding cross-shaped resembling that of a crucifix. Her viscous foreign blood oozed and coated the board causing the townsfolk to yell out in horror.

“This creature don’t got blood in ‘er! Satan worked up a devil for us tonight!” The nailer spouted breaking through her ankles seamlessly. He spat into Stelsa terrified expression landing wads of it inside her eyelids. She yelled out in her own tongue forcing the man to place wads of rags drenched in alcohol into her open maw. She struggled in her confinement however this achieved only added torment from the movement of her wounds.

The beer bellied individuals sang prayer around the crucifix, preparing her body ceremoniously by coating it with freshly distilled ale. Her struggles had subsided for a while now as she stared down at the group bewildered with permanent shock attached to her expression.

At once the choir of voices silenced as the seemingly leader of the village brought out a pre lit lantern from outside. He swiftly shattered the glass fire across her forehead instantly setting her ablaze. Her panicked struggles resurfaced as her skin ignited from the alcohol that she was previously coated in. Stelsa felt as her blue flesh charred and melted leaving parts of her alien skeletal structures revealed. As her throat was burned through her screams her replaced with painful gurgles and then a harsh silence aside from the chars of the fire. Her corpse raged on into the night as the town left it on display as a reminder that devils still walk amongst them.

She was done 5 years ago at this point but she is my favorite character so I would appreciate seeing Riven as the next victim. A day on the rift going sour for her with your choice of champion to eviscerate her is all I request.


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Riven push her lane, without wards towers, or any vision. she farms happily as she could, even she already fed the enemy toplaner, he is now busy on the drake. Riven heards a creppy sound and a presence approaching her, she tries to run and jump over the walls, but its too late. Its Pyke. Riven fell his knife pierce her spine. She lost her leg movements. Riven is pulled back onto Pyke. Pyke jumps to use his ultimate on Riven, defensless.
Pyke hits the ground, with his kinfe on Riven's throat.
But Pyke is not satisfied.
He pulls his knife even more against Riven neck and behead her. He cuts her arms and legs. For last. he opens her belly. put his hand inside her guts and pull out her heart. Pyke take off his mask and eat Riven's heart in one bite. Pyke stab his knife on Riven's head, take his dick off and start fucking Riven's throat. Pyke cums inside her throat, and white ,hot cum drips from her mouth.

This is Minamoto no raikou, i never really liked her, but her boos are amazing an I would love to see how u guys can use them after beating her.


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The enemy servant was a real bitch. I originally considered sparing Raikou after the battle, but after she killed my favorite servant, Okita, there was no room for mercy left in me. I was out for vengeance, and Raikou was going to get the worst of it.

I started by having my remaining servants force her into a kneeling position in front of Okita's headless corpse. That served two purposes: to remind her of her sins and show her what she was about to get. After borrowing a sword of Caesar, I walked up to her, put the blade against her neck, and watched her squirm.

"Time to get what you deserve," I said.

"No, please!" Raikou begged. Huh, who knew berserkers could cry like that? Too bad that wasn't going to save her. I slowly moved the blade into her neck, listening to her screams become louder and louder until she started gasping for air. The noises stopped suddenly when the blade went through her bone. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and her mouth fell open, dead.

I pushed the blade through until her head fell cleanly off her body. Now it was time for some fun. No way I was letting the bitch get away that easily.

I sat on Raikou's corpse and stripped her of her clothes, revealing her massive boobs. Damn. I was surprised I managed to kill her before she collapsed from the size of her tits. I started to rub my dick in her breasts, at the same time kissing her severed head. After I finished, I let each of my servants have a turn. Once Raikou was used enough, we left her severed head between her boobs and took pictures to post on the internet.

Here is Magallan, ready to enjoy her summer. Too bad for her, it's about to be her last. Finish her!

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