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Lone wanderer was walking through the wood. He had gone from city to village but he had lost his way and had been wandering for a several hours trying to find the road. It was getting dark and he almost despaired, when he noticed the light between trees. Hoping that he find a lodging for the night, the wanderer went towards the light.

The forest ended and he saw the big glade. There were several old abandoned houses there. But the nearest house seemed not to be abandoned. In a window there was a light he had seen before.

Wanderer came up to the window and looked inside. He saw the room illuminated by the fire burning in the hearth. In the chair near the hearth was sitting a woman reading a book. He could see only her pointed hat, her long thin fingers with dark red nails and her legs in the fishnet stockings and black high heel shoes.

"She must be a witch" - thought the wanderer. "It will be funny night!"

He knocked the door. Footsteps were heard and door opened. He saw the witch standing in front of him. She had short red hair and blue eyes. Dress with ragged hem tightened her huge breast and her soft slightly convex belly. He noticed that she wear no bra, her big tits almost fell out the tight dress.

The witch was looking at him and smiling.

-Hello - started the wanderer, - I'm very sorry but I lost my way. I need to be in the village next morning but I even don't know where I am.

-Oh don't worry! - the witch started smiling stronger, - it's not far from here. But I see you so exhausted... You may spend the night here and go to the village in the morning.

The wanderer entered inside. The witch invited him for the dinner. When he sat down, she put two glasses of wine on the table. The wanderer knew that in his glass was some special potion that witches use to control the mind. And when the witch turned away, he swapped the glasses.

-So you didn't tell me what is your name - said the witch. She set down near him and took the glass of wine.

-Oh sorry. I'm Jeffrey

-I'm Alice - she smiled again and took a sip

Her face changed immediately. She looked very scared. She recognized that she had just drank a potion. Her eyes extended. She pressed her palm to her breast.

-No I couldn't make a mistake... Oh no...

-I swapped the glasses.

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Alice was 35-aged brunette with shoulder length hair and big silicone breast. That Saturday afternoon she was shopping in the mall not noticing, that some one had been following her for a long time already...

She was dressed in very short jeans skirt, short dark-red jacket on her naked body (she didn't wear bra at all) and black sandals with 5-inch heels. Also she had piercing in her belly button.

Alice stopped about the shoe shop. She didn't see the man, who was sitting at the sofa on the other side of the hall. But the man was looking at her very attentive. Alice stopped about the shoe shop. She didn't see the man, who was sitting at the sofa on the other side of the hall. But the man was looking at her very attentive. He noticed that Alice was a bit nerves. Stopped about the shop she brought her knees together like she wanted to pee...

But she entered the shop. She chose the dark-red (like her jacket) high heels and set at the bench to put iton. The man was watched her, noticed that she didn't wear not only a bra but a panties too. Alice stood up and went to the mirror to inspect the new shoes. Standing in front of the mirror, she cringed one more time. And a second later she run out the shop, didn't take off new shoes she hadn't paid for. But she couldn't reach the toilet. The man stopped her, grabbed her hand. Alice froze in horror. She looked in man's face with fear, her eyes widened. She understood that she couldn't restrain herself anymore. Man released her hand, but Alice didn't move. She opened her mouth and press her right hand to her underbelly. Seconds seemed like hours to her...

One drop fell to the floor, the other one... Alice was still trying to resist, but this battle was lost. A thin trickle flowed between her legs. At this moment the man took out a knife. Alice did not have time to get scared, as he hit her in the chest. Knife pierced her left nipple. After that killer pierced her right nipple. Alice clasped her chest and stepped back.Killer came up to Alice and pierced knife under her belly button. Alice cried, she grabbed his hand it was useless. The man turned the knife in her belly and than rip her. Alice fell on her knees, her guts fell out into her hands. She wasn't crying anymore, just opened the mouth like a fish. The man was looking at her for sometime and then stabbed her in her mouth. Alice fell forward to the floor lifted up her ass. Killer pulled off one her shoe and put the heel in her anus...

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I was sitting at the bar looking for a partner for the coming night. I didn't have to wait. In less than ten minutes the young man set down next to me. I liked him at once and in ten minutes he was cruelly fucking me in the toilet. He also didn't refuse when I offered to continue our acquaintance at my home. When we came I was fumbling with the lock for a long time and he was standing behind me so close that I was feeling his cock leaning on my butt. "This night will be awesome!" - I thought at that moment.

-This is your apartment? - the young man was surprised a bit
-Mmm It is my husbands... was... - I laughed.
-Are you divorced?
-No...
-He has died?
-He bore me...

Let's drink? - I suggested. Instead of answering, he pressed me against the wall. Having merged in a kiss, we moved into the kitchen. I was again pressed against the wall. I felt his hand slipped down into my panties.

When he touched my clitoris I was flooded with excitation. I thrown my head back and moaned. I didn't notice his hand slid across the table. A second later... It was a blast. I screamed. Wave of pain swept over my body. My partner stepped back and my legs parted to the side and I slid to the floor. I looked down and saw the knife sticking out from my pussy. No! I couldn't believe it!

Everything in belly was burning. I didn't feel my legs. I couldn't not only cry but even to breathe. I looked at my killer. "Do you like it, baby? I bet, no one has fucked you such before!" - he laughed.

Time had slowed down. Terrible pain wasn't abated, but I felt my legs again. I tried to stand up, but it was very painful. But the guy grabbed my by the hair and and pulled me up. Then he took hold of the knife and cut up my belly. My skirt and panties fell to the floor and after that several intestinal loops tumbled right between my legs. I fell to my knees. I looked down. Huge lump of guts was lying on the floor. It was the last moments in my life. The killer threw back my head and cut my throat. I slumped forward and froze on the floor with cocked ass and with my last breath. Killer looked at my dead body and than picked up the shoe had slipped from my foot and stuck high heel in my anus...

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A sequel to From a Hypothetical Yakuza Novel 1, inspired in part by a certain unused scene in Kill Bill: sister of the slain kunoichi seeks revenge, even if it's the last thing she does.

From a Hypothetical Yakuza Novel, Scene 2

A gust of chilly wind caught him as he rounded another corner, penetrating the light jacket that he wore over his usual business suit, causing him to instinctively scrunch his shoulders a little. This evening, the roundabout path from the chore of overseeing the Clan's industrial district operations to his car had taken him in front of Warehouse D-21. On the outside, it was no different from the other blocky, rust-colored structures that lined the street, with an occasional working street lamp.

D-21 brought back recent memories, though: a few months before, it was there that he had fought and slain the infamous Jade Kunoichi and her retainers. The police lines and the bodies were long gone now, with nothing to show for it: everybody in his world knew just who had done it and why, but nobody wanted the police involved, least of all the police themselves.

He stopped. Ahead of him, he had spotted a figure causally sitting on top of the farthest lamppost on that block. Outwardly, he did nothing, but he was already planning his next move.

“Good evening!” It was a cheerful female voice. A moment later, she gracefully flipped off her perch, landing noiselessly into the spotlight. He remembered where he had seen her: it was at the ceremony that took place two weeks after the deaths of his uncle and the Jade Kunoichi. There, a peace agreement with the Jade Clan had been formalized. A younger sister of the Jade Kunoichi, she had stood out from the rest of her clan with her not-quite-traditional bleached blond hair and a dark brown artificial tan. He had heard they called that fashion “ganguro,” though she seemed to eschew the heavy makeup that “ganguro” supposedly wore.

Rather than the skimpy uniform of a Jade-clan kunoichi, she was wearing an even skimpier version of a “sailor” school uniform, consisting of a short-sleeved white button-down shirt and a jade-colored miniskirt. She wore it braless, he could tell, because the shirt was unbuttoned and tied off under her breasts, revealing much of the deeply tanned flesh of her bosom and all of her toned abdomen. The skirt, too, was short enough that every gust of wind revealed a similar lack of panties, along with the knowledge that she shaved her pubic hair. She wore no footwear, but he could see the toenails of her bare feet were painted jade green, like those of her late sister. He always did admire the physical and mental conditioning Jade Clan applied to their trainees: though half-naked in the cold, she was showing no discomfort, or shivering. Unlike most of the Jade Clan’s ninja, she did not appear averse to using firearms: on her belt, she had two hand grenades (that he could see), an Uzi, and several magazines of ammunition.

“Good evening.”

“You sure took your time getting here. I've been freezing my butt up there every night for a week!”

“May I presume that this is about your elder sister?”

“Right. I am here to kill you for what you did to her.”

Normally, such a declaration would have been met with a quick draw and a killing shot, but this time, there was the matter of justifying it before their two clans: without proof that he was threatened, killing her at this point could be considered aggression. Thus, he chose his words carefully: “It was my humble understanding that our clans had come to an agreement that the Jade Kunoichi's actions in facilitating the death of my uncle were driven by a desire on her part to provoke me into a test of fighting prowess. It was also my understanding that the honorable and respected Jade Clan has disavowed her actions, acknowledging my revenge on her as legitimate, and thus not subject to retribution by the honorable and respected Jade Clan or...”

“You just don't get it, do you?! You're just like the Elders!” The girl interrupted. “You think it's just because you killed her. So you killed her. She was ready to die, if you proved stronger than her! But you didn’t give her that! She said that whoever won, the winner would never forget the battle. She even waited until you killed all of her retainers to confront you! And you just shot her!”

Her voice shifted lower, turning into a growl.

“I saw her body. I can read blood spatter as well as anybody. I know you shot her through the throat after she challenged you. You bastard...”

He observed her, responding in the same, overly formal language: “At no point did I make a secret of what had taken place, nor of my intentions. Whereas her goal was to provoke me into a blade duel, my goal was to kill her.”

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This is an old story of mine, but comments and criticism are still welcome. A male assassin takes on a squad of female ninja and their leader. This story is meant to read like a scene out of a yakuza novel.

From a Hypothetical Yakuza Novel, Scene 1

The moonlight streaming in through the skylights gave the ordinary warehouse an eerie gray appearance. The young man's footsteps were oddly silent as he moved through the hallways formed by stacks of crates, gun drawn. He looked like he was dressed for a job interview rather than combat, in a gray business suit, but his upcoming interview had but one motive: revenge.

He paused, his senses taking in his surroundings, and knew that this was the moment of truth. He knew approximately where she was and how many were with her. All that was left was to take one step forward. He stepped. Then, flicking his wrist, he slapped aside the throwing knife that was flying at him with the barrel of his gun.

They all attacked at the same time. There were six of them, two leaping down at him from above, four breaking cover and charging. They were six female ninja, all looking in their late teens. Each was dressed in a short, tight wrap going down to just below her buttocks, and white panties. The wrap was open in front but belted at the waist by a narrow belt, and the panties showed between the flaps of the wrap. White bands of cloth were wrapped around their forearms and lower calves. All were barefoot. Their hair styles, too, were identical, each girl's hair going down to the small of her back, and held back by a headband. Each wielded a tanto: a single-edged knife with a foot-long blade. That meant that his was the only gun in the vicinity. He would have to budget his ammo.

He jumped forward, pushing off at a slight angle to spin in the air. The one leaping from above and to the right slashed and missed. She landed in a crouch. He twisted in the air, to point his gun at the other ninja, who had jumped from her perch behind him. He fired one shot. It hit her low in her right breast, blood splattering over her top. He continued to rotate, rapidly firing once at each of the two ninja that were originally to his left. The first one was shot through the heart. She gasped as the wound between her breasts spurted blood. She managed two more steps, but her life was over. The second one tried to roll to avoid the shot, and was hit in her left shoulder.

He rolled as he landed, passing under a slash from the ninja on his right, firing twice at the ninja in front of him as he rose. The first shot hit her to the left and below her navel, snapping her belt. The second shot hit her in the upper abdomen, just under her left ribs. She was momentarily stunned, as her no-longer-restrained bloodied top flew open, revealing what little it had been concealing of her athletic figure.

The ninja on his right lashed out again with her tanto. He blocked the slash with the barrel of his handgun. He aimed a punch at her right temple as he rose, gun still locked against tanto. She tilted her head to avoid it and lashed out with her left hand to strike at his right flank. His swing was merely a distraction, however, and her fatal mistake was forgetting that the barrel of the gun was not as dangerous as its end: he pivoted the gun, with the tanto as the fulcrum, until it pointed at her face, and pulled the trigger. Her attack was aborted, droplets of blood and brain spattering on his gun hand.

The dead ninja pitched back, messily shot between the eyes. He continued his motion, narrowly evading a thrust from behind, from the ninja he had hit in the shoulder earlier. It opened a long gash in his suit, though not his flesh. He turned again and fired at her as she was recovering from her thrust, having overextended herself in trying to reach him faster. She was half-turned, so the bullet struck her in her lower-left ribs, lodging in the upper abdomen. He retreated, as the remaining ninja tried once again to encircle him, but then, he spotted his real target.

He had only seen blurry photographs of her before, and now she was standing on a container, watching the fight below. The woman looked slightly older than those he was fighting, and was about his height, with a narrow face, and commanding bearing. Her skimpy clothes were of the same cut as those of her minions, but her wrap shimmered slightly, being of fine silk. In the moonlight, he could not see the colors, but he knew that it was jade green, with dragons embroidered in gold thread. He guessed that the pedicured toenails of her bare feet were painted the same color.

He had a momentary clear shot, but when he shifted his gun just slightly, to begin to aim for her form, she read the motion and ducked behind another crate. In the next moment, he paid for this distraction, as a jump-kick from the left and behind caught him completely unprepared. It was his only unharmed attacker: the ninja that had tried to ambush him from the right. He rolled with the kick instinctively as her foot made contact with his ribs, knocking him forward. As he hit the ground, he could feel that at least one rib was cracked.

He used the momentum of his roll to get back up. Two of his foes were on him as the as he regained his footing. On his right was the girl who had jumped at him from behind, bloodstain growing over her right breast. On his left, the girl whose top was open. A stream of blood flowed down her abdomen, not obstructed by cloth, and another lower, soaking her panties. He dodged the slash from the one on the right and pistol-whipped her. Her head rocked back, a few drops of blood flying from the split lip. This gave him a chance to block the slash from the one on the left with the barrel of his gun. She surprised him, letting go of her weapon and grasping his wrist, pushing off with her feet to tackle him. Her left arm snaked around his right shoulder, in almost an embrace, her bared breasts pushing against his chest and their faces inches apart, as he staggered back, trying to stay on his feet.

He pulled the trigger, the bullet ripping into her stomach at a steep angle. She held on, her pretty face set in a mask of determination. He managed to heave her to the side, interposing her between himself and the other attacker to buy himself a few moments, wincing as his ribs reacted to the exertion. In the meantime, she managed to bring her arm into a stronger embrace, pressing herself against him harder. He could feel the girl's labored breath on his face, a drop of blood appearing on her lip. He fired again, and the girl's legs jerked once and went limp: the bullet damaged her spine. She maintained her hold, but her strength was waning rapidly.

Not rapidly enough, as the ninja who had jump-kicked him rejoined the fray. He was attacked from two sides, but his back was to a container. Desperately he jumped away from the new threat and her slash passed inches away from the back of his neck. His luck held as he barreled into the other girl, pushing her dying teammate into her and onto her blade. She fell back. He shifted his weight, passing her on the side. His arm stretched, firing into her temple as she fell. She was killed instantly, with the almost point-blank shot, her brain splattered on the side of the container.

Only two minions remained alive, one wounded in the shoulder and lower ribs, the other unharmed. His gun's magazine was almost empty, however, and they would hardly give him a chance to reload. At the same time, he noticed that their leader was once again observing the battle, standing atop another crate. Yet, he knew that she would hide at the first sign that he was targeting her. He had a better idea.

The unharmed ninja pursued him. Over a few seconds, he parried her attacks with the barrel of his gun. She was careful to keep it from pointing at her, and the fact that her weapon was bladed and his was not gave her some control over this, though she was suspicious that he was holding back for some reason. Through parrying and dodging, they had switched positions, so that the other surviving minion was running at him from behind, and he had retreated to where his previous two kills lay. This suited her fine. The twice-wounded ninja reached the fray, thrusting at his back.

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So. I wrote this one not too long ago.

Unlike my other stories, I decided not to edit this one to make everyone human. If people strongly want it that way, I can, but I've noticed that new furry artists have been getting some attention so I don't feel like I need to hide the furry-nature of my writing anymore.

I want people to enjoy these stories though, so if there's requests for a human-version, I'll gladly oblige. :)

A young punk-rocker enters a local battle of the bands contest, only to find herself bumped out of contention at the end of a knife!

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The Noisy Fucks were twenty feet away.

Their hair was greying, and their clean-shaven faces showed a mid-life geared towards proper morning routines rather than angry, objectiveless, rebellion. They still moved like they cared though, and for Kaira that was more than enough; the heavy-set Fenders squealing in their hands didn’t hurt either.

The dancefloor of the cramped London club didn’t seem to mind that the rockers on stage had more in common these days with their parents than The Sex Pistols. Still the dancers moved, heavy boots thumping against a wooden floor which had been shabbily adorned with a thick layer of black paint; the whole place reeked of the matching, stale, black paint which covered the walls as well, mingling with the scent of cheap beer and old cigarettes. Kaira’s black fur blended well with her surroundings, and only the slash of blue provided by her painstakingly straightened hair and exposed chest stood out at all.

Her body wasn’t immune to the screeching demands of the band on stage, and she danced in the small bubble of space she’d secured for herself in the crowd. Their music throbbed in the air like an angry tumor, stretching out as it sought to spread and infect those dancing, and Kaira was right there with them.

“Fuck you fucks, we’re gonna’ kick it down’!”, the podgy looking tiger warned from his position on-stage, the microphone distorting his voice to make it sound younger than it was. Their frontman couldn’t sing very well, but talent was so over-rated in this scene. The Noisy Fucks had been her idols for most of Kaira’s life, and now she was here listening to them live! Not only was she here listening to them, but she was here to compete in a Battle of the Bands hosted by them! Body pressing against an obsidian coloured pillar, the trim feline watched them move, soaking in the experience as she caught her breath.

“Lost, kitten?” A voice behind Kaira fought against the oppressive totality of the band’s frantic drumming. Coming from only a few inches away, Kaira still almost missed it. Only the whispering passage of something lightly brushing over the back of her neck secured Kaira’s attention. Turning, the girl grinned as a matter of nature; there was no surprise or concern in her smoky purple eyes.

“Only in this riff” Kaira answered snappily. The black and white English Setter who loomed over the feline chortled out before trailing off into a half-drunken slur. Despite the rough face, pinched eyes and inebriated leer, Kaira knew right away she was speaking to another woman. A black leather jacket hung on the canine’s shoulders, concealing most of a ratty white t-shirt beneath it. Skinny jeans which matched the jacket’s colour, though not its material, left a swath of bellyfur--slightly bulging from the paunch of the Setter’s gut--exposed. The dog looked hard and experienced, as though she were deep in her element in the Bromley dive bar.

“Just askin’, luv. You look a little outta place; pretty little thing like you oughta be at home, not rubbin’ shoulders with our lot.” The condescension those words should have carried was replaced, instead, with an almost playful quality. One of the Setter’s arms came up, pressing against the pillar Kaira’s back now leaned against. The feline fought the blush which wanted to creep into her cheeks. The tartan-patterned pleated skirt the catgirl wore wavered gently as she pushed off from the pillar to stand her full height; she still had to tilt her head back to look the other female in the eye.

“I’m competing tonight, so shit on you.” Like the Setter’s words, Kaira’s were devoid of the emotion one would expect of them. There was a confidence behind them that demanded respect, not submission or humiliation. The Setter heard it, and allowed herself a grin.

"A spine! Wonder what else you’ve got hidin’ under all those clothes.” The stink of a half dozen beers washed over Kaira as the Setter’s lopsided grin dropped to within an inch of her upturned nose. Despite herself, Kaira felt her nipples harden--caused, perhaps, by the draft the old bar let wander through it--as the larger female bore down on her. The thin white crop top Kaira wore rustled softly against her small breasts as thick leather rubbed against it. “Whats say we find out, eh?” The smell of that beer wrinkled Kaira’s nose, but she wasn’t entirely sober herself and the stress of her upcoming set goaded her towards poor decisions.

“Only if you can find your way under them” Kaira replied before pressing her lips roughly against the Setter’s. Calloused hands closed around the catgirl’s sides, her blue hair spilling back as the size difference forced her head to tilt back even further in order to reach the taller canine’s mouth.

There was little challenge in Kaira’s demand. The girl’s crop top laid her trim belly bare, the sleeveless shirt only covering her undersized breasts and thin strips along her shoulders. The jagged patch of blue fur which ran down her chest, before ending several inches above the waist of her skirt, practically invited one of the Setter’s hands to slide along its smooth expanse; the canine did not disappoint it. The illusion of height was granted by a pair of thick-soled heeled Chucks, the dirt-scuffed sneakers adding a few inches to Kaira’s unimpressive natural height. The illusion was aided by the black and white striped stockings she wore, her thin legs grasped tightly by the smooth silky socks right up to mid-thigh.

Pressing her shoulders back against the pillar, Kaira used it as a brace to support herself against the heavy canine muzzle locking against her smaller, blunt feline snout. The short girl’s body arched against the strong hands caressing the sensitive contours of her hips. The tartan skirt did little to protect her modesty--despite the gold safety pin holding it in one piece--as it rode up while Kaira rubbed against the black pillar. The delicate fabric of her pink and white striped panties seemed to glisten in the dim lighting of the bar, the sweat on her thighs enhancing the glimmering effect.

“Backstage” panted the Setter, finally breaking the kiss. Her brown eyes remained locked on Kaira’s purple ones. The feline balked only long enough to ask a single question.

“How? You can’t get in with my pass.”

“I know the bouncer. Don’t worry.” The Setter’s casual answer was enough for the lust-stricken feline. Hand in hand, they slid through the crowd, a few stray hands finding the back of one of Kaira’s thighs or the round swell of a hip as the pair moved past. The sound of the band grew louder until the earsplitting cacophony of the electric guitars seemed to fill Kaira’s head, like a syringe of water being forced into a balloon; she was sure her head would pop any second!

The bouncer nodded lazily as the pair approached. A small rickety stairway led several feet up before opening up into the backstage area. Certain she’d have to argue for the Setter to be let in, the catgirl fumbled for her pass, only to find herself being whisked past the grinning English Mastiff without a word.

Questions died on Kaira’s lips as they were smothered by the heavy, pointed muzzle of the Setter. Encased in the dim shadows which filled the backstage area, the two women bundled themselves together in an out of the way corner. The sounds of stagehands replaced the grating rock of the band’s set as it came to an end. The competition would be starting up next, but Kaira was far more concerned with the beer-tinged breath tickling at her whiskers. Lusty little pants of appreciation punctuated each tongue-locked kiss from both of the horny girls, their tails curling and twisting as though playing out the overpowering emotions racing through their trembling bodies.

A firm bite of Kaira’s neck drew a nervous little groan of pleasure from the catgirl. A stagehand--a lanky Scottish Fold--twitched his distinctive feline ears as he glanced towards the sight of the two women entangled in each other’s embrace. A grin crossing his lips, the boy slowed just long enough to appreciate the view--and to consider trying to worm his way in on the fun--before remembering his duties and hurrying away.

The first band on the docket took the stage as the Setter’s surprisingly well-manicured fingers slid down to the waist of Kaira’s skirt. The feline’s hips pushed forward as best they could, as if inviting what they both knew would come next. Head twisting slightly despite the firm grip the Setter’s teeth still held on her throat, Kaira had to fight off a cry of pleasure which bubbled in her throat when those fingers slid beneath her skirt. The catgirl’s legs spread obediently, trembling within the confines of her thigh-high stockings. The Setter’s two longest fingers remained tightly squeezed together as they stroked along the crotch of Kaira’s panties. The sensitive flesh beneath the soft fabric was already hot with the girl’s desire, and the simple touch sent a spasm of pleasure racing through her clenched belly.

The bite was soon released, but those fingers continued to stroke at Kaira’s increasingly damp folds with reckless abandon. The force and friction of the touch drew heated gasps from the catgirl, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the rough treatment.

“Just warming you up, kitten.” The canine’s somewhat guttural assurance drew a nod from Kaira, unable to speak as she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out again. Nipples pressing against her thin shirt like little pebbles, Kaira allowed herself to be turned to face the wall. The Setter’s body pressed against her back, the larger female’s belt buckle easily felt as she ground her hips against the feline’s perky ass. When her skirt was lifted Kaira blushed but made no move to stop it. The feline’s pink and white clad ass was free for anyone to see, despite the body pressing against it. The delicate panties did little to defend Kaira from the unexpected pleasure of a hard spank against it by one of the Setter’s hands. Choking down a cry, another hard swat of her quivering behind had Kaira’s chest pressing forcefully against the wall she was facing!

The spanking continued, building in intensity until Kaira’s ass was both hot and numb at the same time. Blood pounded in her ears and despite her vulnerable position Kaira could only writhe on her feet, legs spread and hips pushed back expectantly for another smack; she was remotely aware of how wet her panties had grown over the last few minutes, the fabric dark with the flow of her juices. Finally, the spanking stopped, and only a pins-and-needles sense of discomfort lingered. Gasping for breath, the catgirl was surprised to feel sweat trickling down her forehead, her tongue running listlessly over her too-dry lips.

The first band had finished its song to a lukewarm response from the crowd, and as they trudged off stage a few smirked at the scene unfolding in the corner. The Setter’s hand gave the stinging flesh of Kaira’s behind a reassuring stroke before pushing the catgirl’s panties down to her knees. Cool air replaced the warm moisture which had been pressed against her pussy, and Kaira shivered uncontrollably at the feeling. The Setter’s hand slid between the girl’s spread thighs, feeling along them as though searching for something they both knew she would find. When the first finger entered her, Kaira’s upper-body thrust forward once again, her body locked in an arch that made easy prey of her captured vagina.

Mouth open, eyes closed, and lips pulled back to reveal her sharp feline teeth, Kaira cried out silently into the musty air as the Setter’s fingers explored inside her. The folds of her womanhood opened easily for the canine’s questing digits, the walls of her cervix contracting involuntarily around the intruding fingers. When they pushed roughly upwards, there was no way Kaira could keep herself from moaning loudly; the sound was met with a few chuckles from several stagehands who had stopped to watch. Only the bellowing of the stage director tore them from the scene, and once more the Setter and Kaira were left alone.

“F-Fuck!” Kaira’s simple pronouncement preceded a sudden gush of juices cascading around the Setter’s fingers. An orgasm ripped its way through Kaira like a typhoon leveling an island village, her nerves seeking shelter only to be swept away by the rising tides and ferocious winds of ecstasy. Her ass quivered, and the panties looped around her spread knees grew taut. Her body tensed up, moving without regard for her actual situation and instead playing out the delightful throes of a thunderous climax. The fingers didn’t stop, continuing to pump the climaxing feline until a second delirious explosion went off in Kaira’s mind. She was practically screaming now, dignity lost and not missed in the least as the catgirl rocked her way through another orgasm.

The Setter’s hand finally pulled free of Kaira, the musk of the cat’s juices filling her nose as the two fingers were lifted to the feline’s muzzle.

 “Want a taste, kitten?” The Setter’s face had grown hard, though Kaira was still facing the wall and couldn’t see it. Sweating, panting and disheveled, Kaira took the canine’s intent and ran her tongue over the fingers, tasting her own feminine cum on those musky fingertips. “Good girl.”

 Kaira turned, purple eyes half-lidded, and her skirt caught in a rumpled mess that left her bare pussy exposed. “I d-didn’t get your name…” she managed at last, the first vestiges of sense returning to her dazed expression.

“Chelsea”

“Chelsea. That’s a nice name” Kaira purred out.

“Chelsea Dagger” the Setter added as a sudden pain lanced through the tight muscles of Kaira’s belly. Eyes locked on the Setter’s, Kaira had failed to notice the six inch switchblade the Setter had pulled from her pocket; the spring-loaded blade popped out only a second before it disappeared into the girl’s gut. A shocked gasp, not entirely unlike her earlier gasps of pleasure, gurgled from Kaira’s throat. Bodies still pressed together, no-one else could see the sudden turn of events. Kaira’s eyes were wide and staring as they searched the canine’s face, looking for some indication of why this had just happened! Instead, all she got was another lance of pain as the blade was twisted and removed before being plunged back in only inches from her bellybutton.

 “Errrragh…” Kaira moaned out, the feeling of blood pouring down her lower belly and soaking into her red tartan skirt giving her the impression that she was wetting herself.

You shoulda asked how I knew the bouncer, kitten”, growled the dog. “I’m competing tonight too, just like I do every year. I always win, too; of course, sometimes that’s just ‘cause I know how to alter the field to my liking…. like, say, removing a few competitors before they can challenge me.” The Setter’s predatory grin filled Kaira’s eyes, reflected in her pupils so vividly the Setter could see it herself.

“Urrrk…” Kaira choked out, shock taking away her speech as surely as the injuries would take her life if left untreated. Her panties still around her knees, the girl nearly tripped because of them as she tried to push away from her assailant. One final stab of that knife ensured Kaira’s fate. She wanted to scream, but all that came out was a bubbling sigh of despair. Blood trickling from a corner of her mouth, the catgirl was released from the Setter’s grip.

“Enjoy the show, bitch” the Setter called back as she disappeared down the stairs without a look back. Kaira was left alone backstage, her guts on fire and blood pumping from her ruined belly. In the dim light nobody seemed to notice her, and the bleeding wounds were simply glistening patches of slightly darker fur. Kaira stumbled for the stairs first, but her body seemed to have lost the ability to follow commands. Instead, she found herself stumbling onto the stage itself. The current band had already begun their song, and as the dying girl broke in on them they didn’t falter.

Glances from the guitarist and drummer took in the sight of the heavily bleeding feline with a surprising lack of interest. The crowd, which had been languishing through the generic song being performed on stage, suddenly burst into life. Thinking, perhaps, that this was part of the set, they roared their approval of the woefully exposed feline, taking in the sight of her bunched panties and uncovered pussy with an interest the band imagined was for their playing. Their song built in intensity as they fed off of the sudden enthusiasm of the crowd. Through all of it, Kaira struggled to breathe. Her body was shutting down its various systems, like a computer trying to conserve energy, as the shock built and thrashed her.

Lifting her bloodstained hands to her face, the catgirl’s eyes rolled up and she toppled forward. Landing facedown over a bank of waist-high amplifiers, the catgirl’s skirt did nothing to protect her pussy and buttcheeks from the hungry eyes of the audience. She was dimly aware of a coldness in her chest as she stared at the floor, her arms dangling to either side of her head, and her hair hanging down to cover her face. Before she passed out, the girl was horrified to feel her tongue fall free from her muzzle, muscles unable to keep it in place as it jutted from between her dying lips; still the crowd cheered. She died to the sound of the audience’s approval, only a few questioning whether the girl on stage were really part of the show or not.

It wasn’t until after the show that the question was answered. That a girl had died on stage wasn’t as much a tragedy as it was a sign that the show would be a memorable one! The band who had been playing when she’d died were declared the winners, based solely on the thrill of Kaira’s short-lived time in the spotlight; the Setter left disgusted at her plan being undone by the unexpected turn of events.

Kaira, however, earned something of her own that night. As her cooling corpse was removed from the stage, hoisted by her shoulders and her spread knees by two hulking stagehands, the feline--not through any particular talent of her own--had become a punk rock legend; nobody would ever know her name, but for years they’d be talking about that fine piece of ass on stage at the Noisy Fucks’ Battle of the Bands.

 

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Taimarra's Torture

I suddenly saw her walking to some coffee shop as I stood looking around on the corner
one night in a nameless town I traveled to that morning. I was easily hidden in the shadows. No
one saw me. No one knew me or what was on my mind. But she certainly will very soon. It was
really late too, almost 11pm. Who the fuck drinks coffee that late? Good, it will keep her more
aware as I torture her. If she happens to pass out, I got plenty of uppers in my bag of tricks.
I watched her as she ordered what looked like a 24oz cup. God damn this bitch is gonna
suffer. She began walking back to her car which was nicely concealed in an unlit parking garage
way on the other side of the street. I saw no other cars, no other people. Nothing. It was just this
worthless stupid whore and me.

From just her walk I could tell this was the case. She had almost a defiant look about her.
Like she would fight back. Most do I've found. Except once or twice those who submit to me
rather quickly. I usually keep those pieces of meat alive at my place and they do anything I want.
Eat my shit and piss, degrade themselves in front of me. It's quite fun. This cunt however may
not even submit at all. I actually considered for a moment taking her as a slave but my needs this
evening were insatiable and beyond my ability for rational control. It was decided. She's gonna
die tonight.

I doubled around the back of the garage, still out of sight, and entered through a side door.
I saw her leaning on her car. She appeared to be talking to someone on her Bluetooth.
She must be really stupid as I was now standing on the other side of her car just watching
her. I put on my steel knucks and jumped out in front her. She seemed quite surprised and I
punched her in the stomach full force at least five times. She instantly gasped, the air driven
from her lungs and fell to her knees. I told the guy on the phone that next time he wanted to talk
to her to call the county morgue. His voice seemed strangely familiar and I disconnected the call
then grabbed some speaker cable from my back pocket and wrapped it around my hands.

She was nearly flat on her stomach now, starting to lean forward from the original
kneeling position. But just before she did I got behind her and put the shielded wire around her
throat. I pulled it as tight as I fucking could, cutting off all air and most blood. I knew I could
easily kill her at this moment and nearly did. My face was pure rage, my eyes cold and heartless,
as always. I choked her without mercy for about 30 seconds, maybe more, only stopping as I
suddenly realized she was about to die and I smelled urine leaking from her cunt, maybe even
some shit from her ass.

My sadism had now completely overwhelmed any sense of reason an ordinary person
would have. But I am far from ordinary, very far. The feeling of complete, ultimate control, her
life, however worthless it was, in my hands, got me so fucking hard I almost nutted right then. I
let her go and this time she dropped on her side, flaccid and unconscious. I bent over her and
managed to bring up some piss even though it hurt, and sprayed it on her face.

I violently kicked her ribs until several were broken and I saw blood trickle from between
her blue lips. She eventually stirred as I impatiently paced back and forth.
"So, you are awake, fucking cunt!!!" She weakly coughed, and in pain from the broken
ribs and bleeding internally. She laid there like a worthless disgusting cow. Taking her hair in
my hands, I began to bash her face into the cement. I was very careful not to cause life
threatening damage but she got cut up real fast. "Do you want me to kill you whore???!!" I took
a serrated steak knife out of my bag and after yanking her head back, pressed it into her throat
right on the bruises from the wire. "Well????" I pressed it harder until I saw blood. Harder still
until her flesh began to part. "I'm not playing cunt!!!!" Just before I did it, she spoke..
"No." she finally said after her throat was nearly slit. I laughed. In anger, she cursed me.
"Fuck you!" she said. I laughed again, yanked her head back by the hair, and spit on her
face then carved into her forehead with the knife. Releasing her hair and again using the steak
knife, I stripped her, cutting away her clothes including bra and panties.

"You worthless fucking stupid whore!!" I took a pair of pliers also from my bag and
clamped it on her left ear lobe as I now straddled her back, pinning the bitch down with her arms
to her sides under me as well. She tried to struggle but to no avail. I slowly pulled the flesh of
her ear but she made little noise. I opened it and then clamped it again, this time grabbing hold
of the entire ear, including cartiledge, and violently yanked and twisted until it was ripped away
in a disgusting process. I definitely heard noises now, such as screaming, and it turned me on.
"That's what I thought whore!!!!!!" I yelled and jabbed out her eardrum with an ice pick. Her
screams of agony continued.

I bound her arms behind her with duct tape, wrapping it around her wrists and elbows so
much so that I'd have to use a blade to free her. But why? I'll leave her just like this and the
only thing I'll free her from is her pain when I decide to kill her.
I turned her onto her back as best I could and stood up to look at her. She was sexy, her
face all messed up, neck clearly abused, and her one ear gone. She moaned in unending pain but
still seemed to have a strong will. "Now, what is your name?"

"Fuck off!!"

"You stupid fucking worthless piece of shit!!!!. I'm gonna fucking hurt you so fucking
bad bitch!!!! I'm gonna fucking break every fucking bone in your body cunt!!!!! Do you hear
me??? Only one thing will save you from the most incredible agony you've ever felt. I'll ask
you one last fucking time and if you don't answer the right way I'm gonna gag you, rape you
until your ass and cunt are ripped, and torture you until you die!!!" Just so this bitch knew I
wasn't fucking around, I used the same pliers as her ear, and began to remove chunks of flesh
from one of her tits. At least a 8 or 9 pieces I ripped off in a cruel, slow way, and finished my
lesson by tearing off the nipple. I had to twist it around and around until it finally gave way and
dislodged. I threw all the pieces of skin and nipple at her, then punched her face about 30 times
knocking out lots of teeth and bruising her horribly. She winched and cried in pain the whole
time and even I saw tears now. I took a scalpel and skinned her entire tit since it was already
mutilated and then poured a quart of 91% rubbing alcohol on the exposed meat underneath. Oh
she really fucking screamed now, non stop in fact between pants of labored breath because I also
choked her manually and sat on her stomach.

Letting the alcohol seep in and as her cries got louder, I got off her and searched her
clothes. I found a pack of cancer sticks in her pants pocket. I threw them away but grabbed the
Zippo lighter I also found and showed it to her. My eyes went from the Zippo to her raw, bloody
breast and back again and I made sure she noticed. I flipped it and waved lit the flame in her
face. Then my eyes went to hers. "Last chance. After this you do nothing but suffer and die." I
waited a moment for her to think about it. "Okay, what is your name?" She looked away and
said nothing. "Fuck you whore!" I flipped completely now and burned her entire raw tit with the
flame, holding it for no less than 45 seconds on each section of meat unit it was smoking and
burnt to the third degree and parts even ignited as some of the alcohol remained.
She not only screamed now, but shrieked in total agony even as I stopped the torture 20
minutes later. Her eyes were closed and the tears she tried so hard to prevent seeped from
between her eyelids which battered as her suffering was paramount.. She thrashed now, shaking
violently and was just all out screaming. "You had your fucking chance worthless fucking
cunt!!! Your name is WHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled at her but doubt she heard me.

I took some quick pictures and a movie with sound of this scene, including macros of her
flaming breast with my HP R707 digital camera, then beat her on the head with a short wooden
club until she was knocked out cold then hit her a couple more times for fun.

When whore finally awoke she was in my motel room an hour or two later. Her arms
were bound with exposed, stranded wire to the opposing metal bed posts and so tight her hands
nearly became severed but I made sure enough blood was still reaching her fingers to keep the
nerves alive because I had ideas later for them later.. I secured her ankles in a similar fashion,
spread far apart, except I used lengths of razor wire which had been heating in the gas oven for
say 3 hours.

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Jason headed down the streets making sure to go slow enough that all of the bells would have already rung in class. He savored the look of his lifeless mother laying in the kitchen floor in her pajamas as he walked.

Jason stayed back until he knew that all of the final bells had rang waiting. He kept his eyes focused up ahead toward the school. He looked up ahead as one of the late arriving teachers stepped out of her car in the parking lot where other than her it was completley bare. Jason kept his eyes up ahead as Ms Kennedy bent over inside of her car going through something her brown heel dangling off of her foot a bit as she did.

Jason made his way up toward the womans car "hello ms Kennedy" he said looking at her.

Miss Kennedy jumped a bit as she turned around from her car "oh goodness! you scared me" she said with a laugh and then stared at him for a moment surprised after se realized who it was that had spoken "Jason?" she asked shocked that he had actually talked "um hello" she said with a smile "aren't you going to be late honey?"

Jason shook his head "no maam i'm going in now just wanted to say hello" he said slowly turning to walk toward the school.

Ms Kennedy smiled "oh um okay honey have a good day" she said turning back toward her car and bending over as she reached inside.

Jason turned back toward the woman she she leaned inside her car slowly pulling out a cord from his pocket. Lunging forward Jason wrapped the cord tightly around her throat.

Ms Kennedy gasped stumbling back as she felt the pressure of Jason squeezing her throat with the cord "jas..jas what are..."she choked out clawing at his hands at her throat. 

Jason smiled lightly watching the woman struggle noting the color of her face turning a shade of red.

Ms Kennedy gagged trying to pull at the cord as she struggled one of her brown heels flying off "plees..." she choked some saliva escaping her lips down her chin as she fought for air.

Jason smiled reaching over and closing the womans car door and pulling her over closer to it. Quickly Jason grabbed her by the hair roughly and then slammed her head through the door window.

Ms Kennedys head smashed through the glass window her hair whipping around. 

Jason smiled letting go of her hair looking at her body hanging half out of the car window. Her head and arms dangling inside the car her legs limp outside of it. Jason looked down at her one wrinkled sole and reached over grabbing her brown heel that had come off sliding it back on to her foot before grabbing her. Jason pulled her legs up in the air and oushed them through the window leaving her body curled up inside the car limp.

Jason smiled heading toward the school building.

 

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Fyre

It had been weeks since my last kill. My mind was exploding with violence. I needed to
quench my desires, tonight. It was raining softly, and a light breeze blew, tossing up leaves and
bits of trash. People were out walking, an old lady, a young couple, an occasional business man.
A few young girls traveled down the street as well. I started to hunt. I continued walking
observing everything and everyone carefully.
I turned the corner onto a new street, there was a nightclub directly on my left. I looked
through the window and saw a women dancing on a raised platform. The sign outside said
topless dancers. I decided to take a closer look and entered the joint but was asked to pay 10$. I
knew I could take out the bouncer with ease but paid the money, not wanting to start trouble and
ruin the hunt.
I walked past him and into the main area. Many tables were set up with various men and
a few women sitting at them and a large bar took up the rear. I took a seat towards the front and
it was then that I saw her. A fiery redhead dancing provocatively on the stage. She was hot, tight
and slender, but muscular and in prime shape. Just the way I like them.
She teased me with her sexy body as she danced in front of my face. God I wanted to
hurt her. The way she shook her hips and breasts, getting guys to shove money into her panties.
I wanted to kill her right then but my time with this bitch would come later. First I wanted to
watch her, my eyes never left her body as it moved around the stage. She finally removed her top
in a teasing fashion and everyone cheered. Except me. My cold eyes were fixed on her and I
was getting aroused, but not for sex, for pain.
A pair of medium sized breasts topped with nice nipples and almost flawless areola were
exposed for all to see. What a fucking tease this bitch was. I'll hurt her extra for that. The show
ended abruptly and my soon to be tortured redhead left the stage. The other guys in the club
hooted and ranted, cheering for her. My face was expressionless. I knew what must be done.
Just then a waitress showed up and asked me if I wanted a drink. I should have strangled
her for messing up my train of thought.
"Yeah, gimmie a ginger ale." I said and handed her $1.50 for the drink. A minute later
she returned with my soda. "Say you, what"s the name of that redheaded dancer who was on just
a minute ago?"
"Oh you mean Fyre, yeah she's new here." replied the petite blonde.
I slowly drank my ginger ale while thinking of all the ways I was gonna torture that
redhead named Fyre.. I finished my drink after a few minutes, got up and walked over to the bar.
"Hey barkeep, what time does this place close?" I asked with a smile.
"Midnight." was his reply. I went out to my car and drove to a nearby 24 hour Home
Depot. It was almost 11:30 so I had just a bit of time. I bought a big roll of duct tape. I also
picked up some coarse sandpaper, thin wire, a long neck flat head screwdriver, and a few other
things. I paid for the supplies then checked my tranquilizer gun. It had recently been serviced
and should work like is was brand new. I placed it back in its hidden holster within the door
frame of my car.
I drove back to the club and parked in a dark alley across from the back entrance, it was
nice and secluded. I turned off the engine and waited. I had a perfect view of the rear of the
club and could see anyone as they left.
About 20 minutes later it was just after midnight and my prey would come strolling out
the back door and right into me. There were no lights on. It was completely dark and it would
be easy to shoot Fyre with a dart using my night vision goggles. I was excited about using them
after I bought them a few weeks ago.
A few minutes later the back door opened up and several people came out. I patiently sat
in my car, like an animal stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She finally
emerged from the club, the last one to leave, and everyone else had already left. She was mine.
The cunt's long red hair glistened through my goggles as I switched them on. I quietly got out,
leaving my car door open slightly, and took aim at her chest. I took aim with the rifle like dart
gun and squeezed the trigger. It struck her almost instantly and the tranquilizer went to work
fast. I ran up to her and grabbed her as she fell down. I didn't want her to hit the ground and get
dirty. I slung Fyre over my shoulder and carried her back to my car and dumped her in the back
seat. No one saw a thing and I was off not more than a minute after getting out of my car to take
my prey. It was a 30 minute drive back to my place in the outskirts of town and I drove slow,
taking my time.
Just then I saw flashing lights. It was a fucking cop. I pulled over and waited. The cop
walked up to my window and I asked what the problem was.
"Just a busted taillight sir." the pig said. "What's wrong with her?" he asked after
noticing Fyre on the back seat.
"Too much to drink at the club. She passed out, so I'm taking her home." I said.
"Is that so." replied the officer. In another minute I was gonna blow his fucking brains
out with my sawed off shotgun I also keep inside the door panel. But he nodded, then let me go,
telling me I need to get the tail light fixed.
I finished the drive home and carried Fyre into the house with nothing but the light from
the full moon to show me the way. I took her into one of my custom made rooms. A fully
furnished rape arena with a large circular bed in the middle and places to tie girls up in various
positions. I threw her down onto the floor and injected her with a stimulant. I didn't feel like
waiting until the tranquilizer wore off. She started to come out of her stupor and now the fun
would begin.
I stripped the bitch and placed Fyre on the bed. It was surrounded by metal rods, each
one with several holes making bondage of helpless young girls easy. But she started to struggle,
attempting to get off the bed. I slapped her hard across the face twice, maybe three times, and
she just sort of squealed, but still put up resistance. So I punched her square in the gut knocking
the wind out of her pretty little body. She gasped for air and weakly coughed. I slugged her a
couple more times in the face and gut, just to be sure she would stop resisting. Then I took hold
of her left arm and swiftly tied her wrist to one the rods. Not above her head, but kind of to the
side then did the same to her other wrist. I next tied her ankles in similar fashion, slightly spread.
Now secure, I gazed upon her beautiful body. It was divine. Medium breasts, tight
stomach, and long sensational legs. She had the prettiest of faces with long straight red hair,
natural too. It's hard to find that these days.
She was shortly fully awake and suddenly realized the position she was in.
"What? What is going on?" she said. The bitch couldn't see me. I had turned off the
lights and kept only a spotlight shining down directly on the bed. It was time for a foreplay of
torture.
I grabbed a long whip with tiny barbs on each of its nine tips and starting beating her
from the shadows. She shrieked in pain as the sharp pieces of metal sliced into her flesh with
each blow. I beat her hard and over and over on her tits and stomach, making her bleed and
scream countless times. I relished in her agony and it sent waves of pleasure coarsing through
my veins. Her shrieks never stopped as the whipping lasted at least 5 or 6 grueling minutes.
After another 5 minutes, when her tits were fairly tore up, it was time for the big leagues.
I activated my drill press which was positioned next to the bed. Fyre was still unable to see me;
the spotlight shown right into her eyes blinding her. I turned the drill press on a medium setting
and the RPMs must have been 2 or 3 thousand. It was a 1/4 inch bit and I brought the spinning
metal down into her shin. It made contact with Fyre's soft flesh and tore it to pieces. Then it hit
the bone and kept going, drilling right through to the other side. Her screams of pain were the
sexiest thing I had ever heard. I my cock was already rock hard from when I had whipped her
and it got even more stiff. I pulled the drill back out after it had made a hole clean through her
leg. I moved it up to her thigh and repeated the process. There was a lot more meat this time and
the drill really shredded it up like bloody confetti. Then I heard the bit hit the bone and that
terrible grinding sound as it dug into it. She screamed without end, the pain almost too much to
bear but I kept drilling her thigh until it was all the way through the bone and stuck out the other
side. Once it had, I again pulled it out and did the same to her other shin and thigh. Blood now
began to soak the sheets and I prayed I had not severed her femoral artery, she couldn't die after
just this short time of suffering.
I grabbed a coat hanger and unfolded it making it a long straight piece of metal. I
attached a piece of rope to one end of the straightened hanger and then fed the other end of
through the hole in her shin. Once it came out the other side I did the same to her other shin then
tied the two ends to each other and pulled it taunt after releasing her ankles from their bounds. I
tied it extra tight digging into her flesh and securing her legs together.
Sweet tears flowed down her rosy cheeks and she couldn't understand why I was doing
this. I started whipping her again, this time much harder and it tore huge gashes into her soft
skin. Her legs were covered in blood and she moaned in pain, beginning to realize she would not
get out of this alive or in one piece.
I then took a garden scissors and proceeded to clip off her toes one by one. Her screams,
sickening to some people, but arousing to me, flowed out each time I cut off a toe. Blood oozed
out onto the bed and I gazed at it in a trance, my bloodlust fully in control now. I finished cutting
off her toes and laughed at the now bloody mutilated appendages. I stuck her severed toes up her
snatch then went to work on her fingers. I cut her thumb and forefinger off of each hand and
stuffed them in her mouth and taped it shut with more duct tape than was probably needed. I cut
off her pussy lips too, just for fun, and then raped her with the garden sheers. She bellowed and
moaned, too weak with pain to scream. I kept fucking her with the sharp scissors opening and
closing them inside her, cutting up Fyre's tight little pussy.
I finally took it out and it was soaked in her heated blood. I suddenly remembered the
tools I bought at the hardware store. I grabbed the gritty sandpaper and held it out of the shadows
and in front of Fyre's face. She shook her head no, crying frantically and already in intense pain.
I took the sandpaper and placed it onto her bloody pussy. I pressed hard and started rubbing it
back and forth right on her clit and inner vagina. She barked at the violent sensation as new
waves of pain traveled her lower body and privates. I kept rubbing until her tiny little clit was
completely destroyed and her screams never stopped. I next went to work on Fyre's large
nipples, or what was left of her them and her breasts from the whip. Again I pressed the
sandpaper into them and rubbed as hard as I could. Her agony made me harder than any of my
other victims thus far which was surprising. It didn't take long before her nipples were nothing
but bloody stumps. She passed out sometime during the torture so I revived her with more
uppers.
But I couldn't stand it, I had to have her cunt. I stepped out of the shadows, spread her
legs as much as I could, and rammed my cock into her pussy after removed the toes.. She at last
got to see her aggressor's face, but I didn't care, she wouldn't be around long enough to tell
anyone. I viciously raped her raw cunt with my dick and slapped her hard in the face with each
inward thrust. I slammed her as hard as I could, blood dripping out from her mangled pussy lips.
It was extra tight since her legs weren't spread that much and it felt so good fucking Fyre.
Finally after all that teasing she was giving up her pussy to me. But she would dance no more,
she was about to be snuffed, but not before I blow my load into her.
I violently raped the bitch and began punching her in the throat and face with my tightly
closed fists. I grabbed a small knife, cut her ears off, and removed portions of flesh from her
ripped up breasts. Her levels of pain were intolerable and she passed out yet again.
I had to stop raping her and grab another needle of stimulants to wake her up. I injected
the bitch with additional drugs and she awoke only to experience the pain once more. I just
laughed and pounded my cock back in her and started fucking Fyre again. As I raped her, I used
a carving knife to cut out more sections from her cheeks and tossed them onto her chest. I cut up
her whole face, slicing off her nose, cutting out her cheeks, and put it all on her stomach and
chest. She choked on blood as best she could, the duct tape still covering her mouth as I pumped
my cum load deep into her pussy. My powerful orgasm filled her all the way up and I nearly
convulsed, it felt so fucking good. She just shook in total agony, toes cut off, face mutilated, and
I grabbed a hammer and smashed out her teeth after tearing away the tape.
My eyes looked up and down her body finally stopping at her throat. I knew what must
be done now. I snagged the thin wire I had bought earlier and wrapped it around my hands. She
looked at me with her puppy dog eyes pleading, praying I wouldn't do it. But I had no choice. It
was meant to be. I untied her arms, turned her on her side and slowly moved toward her neck.
She just trembled, almost accepting her fate. I put the wire around her throat and without
warning pulled it tight. It almost at once dug into her flesh cutting off not only her air supply but
the blood flow to her brain. Fyre tried to gasp but couldn't get in any air. I could see her eyes go
bloodshot and her pupils dilate. Her mind quickly faded, trying to take her to a more peaceful
place but I looked her straight in the eyes, growing hard again as she died. Her mouth gaped, still
attempting to draw in life giving oxygen. She pissed herself and within what seemed like
seconds passed away to the next life although it probably took longer than I realized. I was in
ecstasy, and looking down discovered I had ejaculated once more.
My deed was done, my sadistic desires satisfied if only for a fleeting moment. I would
certainly do it again.

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Young Jessica's Pain - A Vex Darkness Story

It was a rainy winter day, about 45 degrees outside, but
nice and cozy warm inside my huge mansion on the bank of the
Potomac river. I was horny, hadn't masturbated for weeks and
wanted flesh. Nice young pretty flesh. There was girl I met on
the internet named Jessica. A sweet barely legal babe with
the prettiest baby face and big brown puppy dog eyes. We had
exchanged pictures and chatted many times. But I wanted more. I
wanted her in the flesh so that I could torture her and rape her.
I knew she wanted it too. She lived in Missouri. It was easy
to get her address after contacting her internet provider posing
as an F.B.I. agent.
Anyway, I set the plan in motion. I booked a ticket at
Dulles Airport for Tulsa Oklahoma. I took the flight the next
day and arrived in about 3 and a half hours. Then from Hertz I
rented a car, a 1996 Impala, one of my favorites. I paid with
cash, not wanting my actions traced and proceeded carefully.
It was about a 3 hour drive to her house and I waited until
night time. My heart started beating faster with each passing
second as I imagined what I was gonna do when I get my hands on
sexy young Jessica. 18 years old and a real cutie. Her
pain will be extreme. I cruised down the interstate and popped
in my Marilyn Mason CD, Antichrist Superstar. I played it loud
on the powerful 75 watt stereo that came standard with the car
rental.
Now into the third hour of my trek I was getting really
excited. I pulled into her home town and stopped at a local food
mart and picked up a candy bar. I needed a sugar rush. I jumped
back in the car and lit up a joint I had rolled earlier. It was
some good weed, I paid 100 bucks for a quarter ounce. I took a
heavy hit and held it in for ten seconds, then exhaled. I could
feel the buzz already. I had driven high before so that was no
problem. I started up the vehicle and headed toward her house.
It wasn't far now. I knew she was the only one home. During our
last chat she said her parents were gone for the weekend.
I arrived shortly and parked around the block. Before I got
out I checked my bag. Good, I had lots of rope and gags as well
as other homemade toys. I took the bag and got out, making sure
to grab my Defender hunting knife which I had sharpened so it was
like a razor. My dick was rock hard. I walked up to her front
door and knocked hard three times after taking another massive
hit from my joint. I was really high now and nearly tripping on
the ultra powerful grass.
No one answered the door so I kicked it down and walked in.
I heard loud music playing from upstairs and headed in that
direction. I approached the door where the music was coming from
and it was slightly ajar. I peeked in and saw Jessica sitting on
her bed wearing a stripped red shirt and jeans. She was just as
hot, if not more, than her pictures. I kicked open the door and
before she had time to react I grabbed her and punched her in the
stomach knocking the wind completely out of her. She gasped for
breath and I grabbed her hair and yanked her off the bed.
"You're mine bitch!" I screamed at her. I could see the
fear in her eyes, but also sensed her excitement at the
situation. She tried to get up, still dazed so I grabbed her
wrists and swiftly tied them together in front of her with nylon
cord I took out of my bag.
"What are you doing?" she pleaded. I just laughed and
grabbed a roll of duck tape and put a big piece across her mouth.
"I'm doing whatever I want, bitch. You are my bitch now."
I again punched her in the stomach then ripped off her shirt to
expose two well sized tits covered only by a tiny little bra. I
sliced it away with my knife and she moaned and stood topless
before me.
I at once began chewing and sucking on her left nipple while
viciously pinching her right one. They started to get erect and
I knew she was getting turned on. I reached down and grabbed her
between the legs and squeezed. She was wet! I searched my bag
and pulled out two alligator clips. I attached them to her
nipples and the metal teeth dug into the flesh causing incredible
pain. She groaned into the tape and her eyes were wide with
agony. I pressed on the clips making them dig even deeper until
blood trickled out. I drank it and licked circles around her
tortured nipples.
Next I took off her jeans but left her panties on. I
ordered her to walk with me outside and to the woods behind her
house. They were big and a few ponds added to the splendor.
Once out of earshot range from the house I violently ripped off
her panties and put them in my bag as a trophy for later. With
her mouth still taped she could only whimper.
I was so fucking high. Everything was in slow motion. I
was high not only from the drugs, but from the excitement of the
kidnapping and the excitement of what I was about to do. I
untied her hands and made her stand against a small tree. It was
just thick enough to get her arms around the back so I did just
that and then retied them so tightly the rope dug into her warm,
soft flesh. Now completely naked and helpless before me I could
begin. I took out a long metal tipping whip and held it before
her eyes. Her pussy was practically dripping. I lifted up my
arm, and took a swing right at her breasts. It made contact on
her tender skin and she shook her head in searing pain. The
alligator clips were still attached and only added to her
torment. I took another swing, this time landing on her other
breast. But I wanted to hear her screams so I walked up and
removed the tape then stood back and took another swing with the
whip. It landed on her stomach and she yelped in pain. I took a
dozen more swings, hitting all parts of her delicate but so sexy
body leaving deep red marks and in some places blood. I stopped
and let her revel in the pain while I loaded up my bong with some
weed. I took a huge hit and the shit got me higher than ever. I
took a few more hits until it was cashed then got back to work.
I looked through my bag and took out some long needles as well as
rubbing alcohol. I walked up to Jessica and removed the clips
from her bruised, bleeding nipples. I poured alcohol on them
causing burning anguish. She screamed out in pain and I smiled.
I inserted the tip of one of the long needles into the meat of
her right breast and pushed it all the way through. She winched
in travail as her flesh was pierced. Once the end came out the
other side I did the same thing but at a 90 degree angle from the
first one. Her suffering was incredible. I impaled her tits
multiple times until both breasts had no less than 10 needles
pushed completely through them. She just moaned continuously but
her pussy was on fire. She needed my cock and would get it soon
enough.
I next attached wires to each of the needles and then
attached the loose ends to a switchbox. I plugged a powerful
battery into the switchbox. It wasn't enough juice to
electrocute her, but enough to slowly heat up the needles until
they were burning hot. I turned the switch on and stood back and
looked at her. She was magnificent. Covered with marks from the
whip but her body was still awesome.
As I waited for the needles to heat up I took out a pair of
pliers and went to work on her toes. I started on her right
foot, the big toe. I clamped the pliers on the toenail and
slowly twisted it, tearing the nail away. She barked in pain.
The nail began to dislodge and she shook in agony. The pain was
so intense. Then violently, I yanked up, ripping the toenail
completely off. Her screams of agony almost made me come so I
quickly took off my pants and squeezed the base of my cock
preventing the semen from ejaculating. I wanted to save that for
later. I started on her other toes and removed each toenail in
turn. She remained awake during the procedure and had to endure
the pain which was almost beyond belief. Her screams never
ceased as I rammed sewing pins into her toes where the nails used
to be. It was extra sensitive.
By now the needles inserted in her breasts were heating up.
"How does that feel bitch?" I asked her.
"Oh god, it hurts so much. The needles, they are too hot!"
I could see her shaking trying to get the needles out but they
were firmly lodged in her breast meat. They got hotter and
hotter searing her from the inside out. As the needles heated up
I walked behind the tree and took one of her fingers in my hand.
I bent it all the way back until she was screaming at the top of
her lungs. I did the same to all her fingers, mangling them,
then took the pliers and crushed the tips of all ten of her
fingers sending bolts of red hot pain throughout her body. But
then I smelled smoke. I walked around to her front and the
needles were red hot and started to severely burn her tits. I
laughed and swear at that point she hadn't stopped screaming for
the last 10 minutes.
Her tits were burning hot and the needles punished them. I
finally removed them and she sighed in relief. But I grabbed a
nail and stuck it through the bridge of her nose causing more
torment. Then I grabbed my hunting knife and sliced away one of
her nipples and ate it like candy. She just shook and quaked in
terror as I chewed on her nipple. Blood oozed from the wound
where the needles had been inserted so I drank it. I then kissed
her on the mouth and to my surprise she kissed me back. After
all the pain, all the torment, she still loved me. I took a
bottle and rammed it up her tight ass, dry. Once it was fully
inserted I shattered it with a hammer and rubbed the broken
shards into her anal lining. She finally passed out from the
sheer agony. I injected powerful uppers into her thigh and she
awoke at once and again felt the pain in her ass. I slipped my
steel hard cock between her pussy lips and then violently shoved
it in as far as I could. She just moaned in despair, she was in
so much pain, but her pussy was still dripping wet and I know
she had already reached orgasm. I viciously pumped in and out of
her tight cunt. It felt so good to finally rape her after all
the chatting we had done about our fantasies. Now it was
reality. I slammed her for a good ten minutes while slapping her
across the face. Finally I felt my seed rising and my
ejaculation commenced. I filled her all the way up with cum and
I screamed out in pleasure and pain as my wads of think, gooey
sperm shot into her pussy.
After I finished cumming, I kissed her again, then grabbed
my knife and plunged it into her stomach. It severed several
major blood vessels and she was near death. I looked her in the
eyes during her last seconds of life and smiled as she slipped
into the great unknown.
After her death I cut up and burned the body, eating some of
it, but for the most part I wanted to destroy the evidence.
I'll never forget young Jessica. I still have her panties
and love holding them and thinking of her and looking at her sexy
pictures.

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Taimarra's Torture

I suddenly saw her walking to some coffee shop as I stood looking around on the corner
one night in a nameless town I traveled to that morning. I was easily hidden in the shadows. No
one saw me. No one knew me or what was on my mind. But she certainly will very soon. It was
really late too, almost 11pm. Who the fuck drinks coffee that late? Good, it will keep her more
aware as I torture her. If she happens to pass out, I got plenty of uppers in my bag of tricks.
I watched her as she ordered what looked like a 24oz cup. God damn this bitch is gonna
suffer. She began walking back to her car which was nicely concealed in an unlit parking garage
way on the other side of the street. I saw no other cars, no other people. Nothing. It was just this
worthless stupid whore and me.

From just her walk I could tell this was the case. She had almost a defiant look about her.
Like she would fight back. Most do I've found. Except once or twice those who submit to me
rather quickly. I usually keep those pieces of meat alive at my place and they do anything I want.
Eat my shit and piss, degrade themselves in front of me. It's quite fun. This cunt however may
not even submit at all. I actually considered for a moment taking her as a slave but my needs this
evening were insatiable and beyond my ability for rational control. It was decided. She's gonna
die tonight.

I doubled around the back of the garage, still out of sight, and entered through a side door.
I saw her leaning on her car. She appeared to be talking to someone on her Bluetooth.
She must be really stupid as I was now standing on the other side of her car just watching
her. I put on my steel knucks and jumped out in front her. She seemed quite surprised and I
punched her in the stomach full force at least five times. She instantly gasped, the air driven
from her lungs and fell to her knees. I told the guy on the phone that next time he wanted to talk
to her to call the county morgue. His voice seemed strangely familiar and I disconnected the call
then grabbed some speaker cable from my back pocket and wrapped it around my hands.

She was nearly flat on her stomach now, starting to lean forward from the original
kneeling position. But just before she did I got behind her and put the shielded wire around her
throat. I pulled it as tight as I fucking could, cutting off all air and most blood. I knew I could
easily kill her at this moment and nearly did. My face was pure rage, my eyes cold and heartless,
as always. I choked her without mercy for about 30 seconds, maybe more, only stopping as I
suddenly realized she was about to die and I smelled urine leaking from her cunt, maybe even
some shit from her ass.

My sadism had now completely overwhelmed any sense of reason an ordinary person
would have. But I am far from ordinary, very far. The feeling of complete, ultimate control, her
life, however worthless it was, in my hands, got me so fucking hard I almost nutted right then. I
let her go and this time she dropped on her side, flaccid and unconscious. I bent over her and
managed to bring up some piss even though it hurt, and sprayed it on her face.

I violently kicked her ribs until several were broken and I saw blood trickle from between
her blue lips. She eventually stirred as I impatiently paced back and forth.
"So, you are awake, fucking cunt!!!" She weakly coughed, and in pain from the broken
ribs and bleeding internally. She laid there like a worthless disgusting cow. Taking her hair in
my hands, I began to bash her face into the cement. I was very careful not to cause life
threatening damage but she got cut up real fast. "Do you want me to kill you whore???!!" I took
a serrated steak knife out of my bag and after yanking her head back, pressed it into her throat
right on the bruises from the wire. "Well????" I pressed it harder until I saw blood. Harder still
until her flesh began to part. "I'm not playing cunt!!!!" Just before I did it, she spoke..
"No." she finally said after her throat was nearly slit. I laughed. In anger, she cursed me.
"Fuck you!" she said. I laughed again, yanked her head back by the hair, and spit on her
face then carved into her forehead with the knife. Releasing her hair and again using the steak
knife, I stripped her, cutting away her clothes including bra and panties.

"You worthless fucking stupid whore!!" I took a pair of pliers also from my bag and
clamped it on her left ear lobe as I now straddled her back, pinning the bitch down with her arms
to her sides under me as well. She tried to struggle but to no avail. I slowly pulled the flesh of
her ear but she made little noise. I opened it and then clamped it again, this time grabbing hold
of the entire ear, including cartiledge, and violently yanked and twisted until it was ripped away
in a disgusting process. I definitely heard noises now, such as screaming, and it turned me on.
"That's what I thought whore!!!!!!" I yelled and jabbed out her eardrum with an ice pick. Her
screams of agony continued.

I bound her arms behind her with duct tape, wrapping it around her wrists and elbows so
much so that I'd have to use a blade to free her. But why? I'll leave her just like this and the
only thing I'll free her from is her pain when I decide to kill her.
I turned her onto her back as best I could and stood up to look at her. She was sexy, her
face all messed up, neck clearly abused, and her one ear gone. She moaned in unending pain but
still seemed to have a strong will. "Now, what is your name?"

"Fuck off!!"

"You stupid fucking worthless piece of shit!!!!. I'm gonna fucking hurt you so fucking
bad bitch!!!! I'm gonna fucking break every fucking bone in your body cunt!!!!! Do you hear
me??? Only one thing will save you from the most incredible agony you've ever felt. I'll ask
you one last fucking time and if you don't answer the right way I'm gonna gag you, rape you
until your ass and cunt are ripped, and torture you until you die!!!" Just so this bitch knew I
wasn't fucking around, I used the same pliers as her ear, and began to remove chunks of flesh
from one of her tits. At least a 8 or 9 pieces I ripped off in a cruel, slow way, and finished my
lesson by tearing off the nipple. I had to twist it around and around until it finally gave way and
dislodged. I threw all the pieces of skin and nipple at her, then punched her face about 30 times
knocking out lots of teeth and bruising her horribly. She winched and cried in pain the whole
time and even I saw tears now. I took a scalpel and skinned her entire tit since it was already
mutilated and then poured a quart of 91% rubbing alcohol on the exposed meat underneath. Oh
she really fucking screamed now, non stop in fact between pants of labored breath because I also
choked her manually and sat on her stomach.

Letting the alcohol seep in and as her cries got louder, I got off her and searched her
clothes. I found a pack of cancer sticks in her pants pocket. I threw them away but grabbed the
Zippo lighter I also found and showed it to her. My eyes went from the Zippo to her raw, bloody
breast and back again and I made sure she noticed. I flipped it and waved lit the flame in her
face. Then my eyes went to hers. "Last chance. After this you do nothing but suffer and die." I
waited a moment for her to think about it. "Okay, what is your name?" She looked away and
said nothing. "Fuck you whore!" I flipped completely now and burned her entire raw tit with the
flame, holding it for no less than 45 seconds on each section of meat unit it was smoking and
burnt to the third degree and parts even ignited as some of the alcohol remained.
She not only screamed now, but shrieked in total agony even as I stopped the torture 20
minutes later. Her eyes were closed and the tears she tried so hard to prevent seeped from
between her eyelids which battered as her suffering was paramount.. She thrashed now, shaking
violently and was just all out screaming. "You had your fucking chance worthless fucking
cunt!!! Your name is WHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled at her but doubt she heard me.

I took some quick pictures and a movie with sound of this scene, including macros of her
flaming breast with my HP R707 digital camera, then beat her on the head with a short wooden
club until she was knocked out cold then hit her a couple more times for fun.

When whore finally awoke she was in my motel room an hour or two later. Her arms
were bound with exposed, stranded wire to the opposing metal bed posts and so tight her hands
nearly became severed but I made sure enough blood was still reaching her fingers to keep the
nerves alive because I had ideas later for them later.. I secured her ankles in a similar fashion,
spread far apart, except I used lengths of razor wire which had been heating in the gas oven for
say 3 hours.

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Keiko shooting up the barefooted schoolgirl gangsters

This story is inspired this picture by MikeA that he recently reposted. I thought it was unfortunate that none of the girls even got a chance to fight back, so I wrote up a "context" explaining how this happened and providing a less one-sided aftermath, when MikeA's assassin Keiko faces Junko, the leader of these barefooted schoolgirl gangsters...

Keiko versus Junko

Junko's short skirt and long, black hair flared as she leaped yet another fence. She did not pause, continuing her sprint toward the ambush site. The girl was dressed in the short-sleeved white sailor blouse, presently soaked in sweat and clinging to her firm, braless breasts, and a dark blue skirt: the uniform of the Madam Fukisuki Memorial High School, where she was a Senior. It had been modified into her gang uniform: the blouse cut to only slightly below her ribs, showing off her washboard abs, the skirt shortened to defy even the Fukisuki High's already permissive dress code by an inch or two, and the socks and the shoes removed, the toughened soles of her bare feet propelling her down the street and into the city block's interior.

Her eyes widened as the rattle of gunfire reached her, echoing through the city block. She was too late. She rounded a corner in time to see the last of her gang's Senior class, known as the "Berserker Bitches of Fukisuki High," collapse in a hail of gunfire emanating from the twin machine pistols wielded by their leather-clad owner, their supposed target.

She stood there in her high-heeled leather boots, blasting away, her expression clinical, neither worried nor relieved, her aim steady and deadly despite the recoil. Junko's gang's machine pistols -- the ones that the yakuza had given them the day before as an advance payment for eliminating this assassin, Keiko -- lay scattered on the concrete sidewalk, dropped by their new owners, who were very much surprised when their new guns failed to shoot, moments before they were methodically riddled by the much more functional weapons of their target. In retrospect, the deal had been too good to be true: a dozen hard to smuggle, expensive guns, with no strings attached, just for killing one solitary woman, with all the details of how to do it handed to them. Junko did not know exactly how they had rigged the guns to work one day and fail the next; nor did she care. All she knew was that the yakuza must have known that the gang had no place to test-fire the guns the morning of the attack, and that this Keiko was not the real target: Junko and her gang were. Alas, she had figured the ploy out too late, and despite her mad dash, she was not able to warn them in time.

Her girls -- no: her friends -- had been so cheerful and optimistic as they were heading out of the gang's improvised HQ to execute their first real hit, brandishing their new arms, their ticket to the big leagues they felt they had earned, having proven their mettle against other street gangs. And, to Junko, at least, the saddest cut of all was that they could have probably succeeded in taking out the leather-clad hitwoman, if they had eschewed the guns and gone in with the weapons they had trained to use: knives, chains, baseball bats, or even just their bare fists and bare feet. One or two (perhaps even Junko herself) might have had to sacrifice themselves to pull it off, but the gang had courage, loyalty, and camaraderie enough. Instead, lulled into overconfidence by their new guns and surprised and demoralized when they did not fire, they were massacred like a bunch of helpless schoolgirls.

Keiko fired her last burst at the ambushed gang girls, and looked down the alley, now strewn with the twitching sailor-suited barefooted bodies: the entire Senior class of the gang. She shifted her guns to aim at the newcomer. Junko was looking back at her, panting, involuntary tears flowing down her cheeks, her bangs matted to her forehead. The girl clenched her teeth, a growl rising in her throat. She grabbed the switchblade concealed in the waistband of her skirt and rushed at the hitwoman. Keiko frowned and pulled the trigger, her pistols obediently sending bursts of death at the charging schoolgirl. Three bloody holes exploded on her exposed abdomen as bullets impacted. Another splattered into her groin, staining her white panties crimson. Junko grunted and folded a little, pushed back by the sheer momentum of the bullets, but then straightened out, once again rushing at the hitwoman, the same growl rising in her throat. Keiko fired another burst and each of Junko's breasts bounced from a bullet impact, blood splattering over her white blouse, with the third bullet leaving a deep cut in her upper arm. The girl felt nothing amid the adrenaline and the heartache and her bare feet kept pumping, her eyes fixated on the hitwoman, lips parted in a grimace, her knife's blade and her lifeblood glistening in the bright noonday sun.

Keiko's machine pistols clanked, their slides locking open, their ammunition exhausted. The wounded girl reached striking range, and the hitwoman leaned back to avoid a high roundhouse kick, which nevertheless swept her empty guns out of her hands. Not skipping a beat, Junko followed it up with a horizontal swipe of her blade that cut into the hitwoman's bodice and left a thin line of crimson on her flesh. That swipe was followed by another and another, and Keiko's heels beat a staccato on the pavement as she backed off under the girl's furious and relentless assault. She twisted out of the way of yet another swipe of Junko's blade, and used the momentum to pivot and knee her shorter opponent in the side. Junko barely grunted as she staggered back a step, and thrust her blade at Keiko. But Keiko had drawn a combat knife from a sheath in her boot before returning her foot to the ground. Catching her enraged opponent's wrist, the leather-clad hitwoman pulled her in and thrust her own knife out, letting the barefooted girl impale herself, the serrated blade tearing into her gut, to the hilt. Junko let out a gurgling moan and once again pushed forward, trying to bring the point of her knife down toward Keiko, her impaled abs grinding against Keiko's knife hand and forcing Keiko to once again back up to avoid falling on her back.

Keiko's back hit a wall and, in her surprise, she let the blade drift closer to her throat. Junko put both hands her switchblade's hilt and pressed on, trying to force it down. With nowhere to retreat, Keiko let go of her own knife, grabbing the girl's other wrist as Junko put her whole weight down on the knife. Their faces less than a foot apart, Keiko may have even felt something like genuine fear as she watched her opponent's enraged stare and her grimace of pain and exertion: even as blood flowed abundantly between her lips and her shirt and skirt were likewise soaking in it as her many bullet wounds sapped her strength and even as Keiko's shifting knife tore up her belly, the crazed girl was somehow managing to make the blade drift toward Keiko.

But Keiko was not going to be killed by this amateur. The girl's exertions had caused her to almost lift herself off the ground, her feet losing traction. With a grunt of effort of her own, Keiko shoved at Junko's hands even as she let the blade come down, redirecting it into Junko's own chest. The girl could do nothing as switchblade swung around and jammed hard into her sternum. Her eyes widening more from surprise than pain, she staggered back two steps, her hands releasing the knife that was now sticking out between her breasts. Looking down with the same puzzled expression, she put one hand on it, and pulled on it gingerly, as if trying to remove it. Still pulling on it, she took a step toward Keiko, then tipped forward against the taller woman, vomiting blood over her chest before sliding down her body and collapsing on the ground in a heap.

Keiko looked down at herself, her own adrenaline subsiding and the shallow but painful cuts her dying opponent had managed to inflict making themselves known. "What a hellcat," she grumbled, suddenly appreciating just why the yakuza went to such great lengths to set up these Berserker Bitches of Fukisuki High rather than take them head-on, "She better not have rabies or some shit..."

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The group of girls had been eager to get to the remote woodland holiday chalet and after just a few hours they had arrived unpacked and were ready to party. The three now lay in deck chairs over looking the lake, sipping cool drinks and listening to loud music.

Claire was the leader of this little gang, being a little older at eighteen. She was a very attractive blond with a bob haircut and a natural light tan. She shifted her curvaceous body in the deck chair so as to reach her drink better, even though it was getting quite late she still had her bikini on, trying to soak up a little more sun. Next to her sat Emma, a plump girl of sixteen, all boobs and bum but with only half a brain, she was ranting on about her sexual conquests as she guzzled another can of beer. Lastly there was Angela; she was quite tall with coloured hair, slim hips but huge breasts, which made her look too top heavy. All the girls where chatting loudly so the never noticed the angry looking man with fishing gear come into their chalet’s rear garden. Only when he began shouting at them to turn off the music and keep the countryside peace did they take notice of him. Emma was immediately angry with the man for barging into their holiday uninvited and told him un-politely to clear off. The others soon joined in, shouting abuse telling him that this was their holiday and if he didn’t like it he should clear off. The man asked them to stop their noisy behaviour because it was scaring the fish away and ruining his holiday, but he left under another barrage of verbal abuse.
The girls just continued drinking, playing music and talking, each smug in the fact that they had shown that boring fisherman where to go. Later when it got much darker and the girls where all quite tired and in some cases very drunk, Claire got up unsteadily and said she was going for a midnight swim. On asking if any of the others would join her, Emma said that she was too drunk and was going inside now to finish off her last four pack of larger and Angela said she was going to have a shower. The party broke up two of the girls went into the chalet leaving Claire to slip slowly into the cold water of the lake.
Claire was beginning to sober up and regretting her decision to go for a swim, as the water was now feeling very cold and she had swam out a bit further than she had intended. She now was trying to make her way back to the bank but was not sure of which lights where from their chalet, so was unsure which way to swim. Just as she got close to the lakeside she felt a snagging to her bikini top and there was the soft sound of bells from above her on the bank. The more she moved the more she seemed to get entangled and the sound of the small bells got louder. Soon she found out that she was hooked on a fishing line, the hook had torn part of her bikini top. She swore as she pulled herself up on the bank and saw the fishing rod propped up near the edge, it’s end had a couple of little bells on. She picked up the rod and threw it into the lake cursing the dammed thing. Just then the fisherman, who had been attracted by the sound of the bells, came up to the bank to see what was happening. On seeing Claire throw his rod in the lake he became very angry. Claire pointed out that his hooks had damaged her bikini, part of the right cup holding in her very shapely breast was split badly, exposing a lot of her breast and part of her nipple. The man now looked at Claire’s boobs, he could tell she was very cold as her nipples where making their presence known through the material of the bikini. Her right nipple was almost free of the bikini and the breast was bulging invitingly out of the split in the cup. The fisherman was becoming very aroused at the sight of this shapely attractive girl and grabbed her demanding compensation for the expensive fishing rod that she had thrown away. Claire began to get scared as the fisherman started to grope at her partly exposed breast and told her that he knew a way for her to make up for the lost rod. She struggled and started to shout for help but the fisherman quickly produced a vicious looking knife from his belt. He told her that if she made a noise he would gut her like one of his fish and pressed the tip of the razor sharp blade up against her belly button to prove his point. On feeling the cold blade probe at her belly she stopped struggling and started begging him to let her go. But the man continued squeezing her breast, forcing it out of the ripped bikini cup, then he put his mouth to her exposed nipple and began to suck on it. Claire became even more frightened when he shoved his hand down her bikini bottoms and played roughly with her cunt. All the time he held his knife tightly to her belly, making little circular motions with it in her belly button. Whilst the man was engrossed with trying to get her wet he relaxed the pressure on her belly and Claire saw it as her chance to try and brake free. She pushed him hard against his shoulders so he lost balance and fell backwards; as he tumbled, his fingers came out of her hole with a wet plop but not before he slashed upwards with the razor sharp knife. Claire didn’t feel anything but the blade had deeply sliced her belly open from just below her navel on the right, up to her lower ribs on the left hand side of her body. As the man staggered, Claire turned and started to run, it was only then she noticed something was wrong. As she ran the jarring action on her abdomen tore the muscles in her stomach further open and couple of loops of her small intestine squirted out of the lower part of her belly. She instantly stopped running and let a out a gasp of shock, moaning softly she gently cradled the two dangling loops in her hands and tried to tenderly ease them back inside the gash in her tummy. She was too shocked to notice the fisherman get back up and come up behind her. Quickly he grabbed her around the waist and started to pull her backwards, but when he saw her, loose, floppy intestines, he had other plans. He seized one of the loops between his thumb and forefinger and slowly pulled the pulsating bloody guts further and further out of her ripped belly. As he gradually pulled them out Claire gave out a long agonising groan that turned into a wail of horrific suffering. Unfortunately Claire died of shock and blood loos too quickly for the fisherman's lust to be fulfilled. he made a note to himself to do the other girls more carefully.
 
The fisherman carefully made his way up to the girl's chalet, stopping only 
to pick up his fisherman's toolbox on the way. There were plenty of useful tools in the box, just begging to be used. The chalet lights where still on and the sound of music could still be heard coming from inside. He approached the building from north side, where there were fewer windows, and cautiously peeked in through the small pain of glass in the side door. From here he could see into the main living room, through the central hallway. He could just make out one of the girls swaying gently in a string hammock that was hooked up to the ceiling. He quietly tried the door and was pleased to find it unlocked. 
 
Silently he crept in and closed the door, and began to tiptoe down the hall
towards the living room. He didn't need to be too quiet because the music 
was much louder inside; it was coming from inside the living room. "Good" he thought to himself "that will help drown out any screaming". On his right he passed the bathroom, somebody seemed to be starting a shower, he could hear the water turning on but the glass hadn't steamed up yet so she couldn't have been in there long. By now he could see well in to the living room, the girl in the hammock looked like she had passed out. It was the chubby one that gave him all the abuse, she was lying on her stomach with one arm draped over the side touching the floor near half a dozen beer cans. She was wearing a short T-shirt that was too small for her and a pair of baggy shorts that appeared to be unfastened. The fisherman then looked at the fastenings to the hammock and noticed that it had a pulley system that allowed it to be easily raised or lowered. Gently he raised the hammock upwards a little so that he could comfortably get beneath the girl. He noticed that the netting of the hammock was quite loose with wide holes in it. Through it he could clearly make out her belly between the T-shirt and the shorts; She had a deep navel in her fat stomach and her large round boobs strained against the T-shirt and tried to squish themselves through the netting of the hammock. The fisherman bent over and opened his toolbox, quickly he selected two of his largest barbed fishing hooks, each almost the size of a small coat hook. They where razor sharp and designed for sea fishing really, but he was glad he had them now. Carefully he tied two lengths of sea fishing line to each of them and attached the ends to the pulley system of the hammock. Then he gently pushed each of the hooks deep into either side of the girls navel, they sliced through her soft flesh very easily producing no more than a little moan from the deeply sleeping girl. Then he started to lower her down slowly, immediately the hooks started to tear open her round belly. Emma was suddenly awake, something was wrong and she forced her mind to swim into focus, her belly was on fire with pain and she tried to sit up. As soon as she moved something went pop and her belly became a focus of intense agony, forcing her to lie back down again. The pain eased but her belly button felt like something was trying to squeeze out of it, she couldn't sit up and look so she leaned her head over the side of the hammock. When she saw her poor belly she started to scream, the hooks had ripped open her navel and a loop of her small intestine was slowly oozing out of the bloody hole. 
 
"Not so cocky now you little bitch" the fisherman suddenly made his presence known. Emma went to grab her dangling intestine but the man firmly pulled on one of the fishing lines, the hook caught in her gut and it was pulled slithering out of her enlarged navel hole and slipping through her clutching fingers. She made a succession of loud moaning chokes as she gasped for breath, the horrible pulling sensation of being disemboweled live started making her convulse and shiver. "No, please no" she cried repeatedly between the low screams of shock and agony. "Oh yes" the man said laughing and he tugged again on the line, bringing so much more of her small intestine free, that it started to spill out with it 's own weight. Sweat speckled on Emma's belly, still heavy with the rest of her beer-bloated guts. Her body shivering, whilst the two lengthening 
trails o f glistening small intestine descended to the floor, where they began to heap and twitch. Emma's eyes started to roll and she gagged when she heard her poor intestine gurgle and grumble as it slipped free. Emma made another grab for her dangling entrails; they felt warm and sticky in her hands as she tried to stop them from spilling to the floor. She could feel them pulsating in her grasp as they still tried to loudly digest her beer, but she was losing strength fast now and going into shock.
The fisherman was now pulling her guts out of her hands, and yanking on the ends that were still inside her."You'll never need to worry about dieting again after I've finished" she vaguely heard him say. Most of the fight had been taken out of her, along with her guts, and she now just lay there crying and moaning. She could feel his rough hands squeezing along her bowel as he pulled out the last of her small intestine followed by the deep wrenching feeling of her large intestine being torn from it's hiding place. She found herself choking on her own blood and vomit as she finally faded into oblivion. The fisherman knew she was nearly dead as he stood there playing with her entrails. He felt disappointed the girl didn't put up more of a fight and last longer. He decided he had been too rough in the act of eviscerating her and he would not make the same mistake on his last victim, she would last a long time. With that in mind he made his way to the bathroom…
 
too be continued
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This was a story I wrote for Myzeray a girlfriend I once had, in response to a challenge. She told me she didn't think I could write anything dark enough to disturb her. ...I won. Enjoy the read.

 

 

Tourniquets

 

 

 

They say that when you are about to die, your entire life flashes before your eyes. Either "they" are horribly mistaken, or your killer has crafted your demise so masterfully, so artfully, that now, in the final seconds of your own life, you flash back no earlier than the beginning of your ordeal.

 

 

You met him online. A flattering, fun guy with a real party streak. You talked for a month or so before you agreed to dinner with him. You'd had a few bad experiences from meeting too soon and not knowing them well enough, so you took your time and played it safe.

 

 

The dinner was decent, a nice restaurant. But conversation was lacking. This man was nothing like the person you spoke to online. He was... Dull. Boring. He confirmed things you two talked about so you knew it was the same man... But it was clear he was all smoke and mirrors. After the check, you decided to break it off early and go home. Maybe you could still catch up with your friends at the bar...

 

 

"So hey, it's been a nice time, but I think I should call it a night," you say, and you note his disappointment. "I'm sorry. It's just that you are nothing like you seemed online, and I'm looking for someone who is, well... Actually fun in person."

 

 

He seems to ponder a moment, as though looking for the right response. "Well, that's okay. I'd probably be too much for you behind closed doors anyway."

 

 

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Hana in her mid 30's has been in top secret agent for the last 5 years. Dressed in cream knee-lenght business skirt, white shirt, white pantyhose and cream high heel shoes she was good looking death delivery mashine. Her c+ breasts was in many cases last thing that many of her enemies saw last in their lifetime, before she would put a bullet on the right place in their body. However, her career was about to end.

" I looked around exploring my best options for escape from this office buidling and is swarmed with goones. Mike, my partner, and my time-to-time lover is behind me, covering my back. My 9mm gun, is loaded and I'm moving slowely, trying to make little noise as possbile. I noticed some movement behind one of the office cubicles. I pointing my gun in that direction. I fire two bullets. Enemy fells down on the floor but during the fall, he manages to give one short burst of fire from his Uzy towards me. I feel few hits in my lower belly. I shoot two more bullets to be sure that he is finished. I'm looking down over my breasts to check the damage that dying idiot did to me. I'm seeng three little holes just under my navel and blood starts slowly to make round-shape stains on my skirt. I need to move forward, and find escape from this damn building. Then two more goons shows up, I'm aiming quickly, shooting in  direction of the guy with AK47. He shoots one second after me, my bullet gets him in the middle torso, and he lowers his rifle just a little but fires. Bullets hits both of my tighs. I'm feeling how my legs are giving up on me. I got two bullets in my right leg and three in my left. I drop down on the floor. Another idiot takes aim towrds Mike and shots him into his chest. I raise my 9mm and shoot that one remaing idiot in his forehead. I'm looking my gorgeous legs, how laying down on the floor, and not able to move them anymore. I also feeling three bullets in my tummy, these bullets are warm and I feel heat how is spreading from there around my body. I start to feel very sensual, I want to have one more sex before I dye. I look towards Mike who is his siting position with back on one of the cubicles. Two big red stains on his chest shows that he cant move.

- Mike, I need to be closer to you.

- Sorry babe, but I cant move, you need to come to me

I start to crawl towards Mike, draging my injured legs behind me. Three bullets in my tummy, becoming warmer and warmer, I'm getting aroused to the point of climax. Finally I reach Mike, I turn around with my back towards me so that he can easy access my breasts. Mike's hand is in my shirt, he is going over my nipples. I lower my hand to his manhood. I'm opening his zipper, and noticing that he is hard. I'm slowly masaging him while his hand slowly goes down into my pantyhose. His hand goes over three bullet holes. These bullets ripped through my skirt, pantyhose and got stuck in the middle of me. I moan a little, not from pain but from pleasure that these three little suckers was making in my body. Mike pushes my lifeless legs apart so he can reach my pussy. Blood from my belly wounds already has reached my pussy and lubricated enough that every Mike's touch was just pure joy for me. I pulling out his cock, and lower down my pantyhose so that he can enters me from behind. I'm trying to position myself to able his cock entry my lifeless legs are not cooperating. Bullets in my thighs made my leg mussles not able to move. With my hand, I position Mike's cock at entry of my vagina. I just slide a little down and Mike is deep inside of me. I'm so close, so close..

- Mi..ke ple..ase.. jus...t few mo...mo. re move...es... yes ah... dar....ling... I'm abou...t to fi....ni...shhhh

Then everything went black.


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The gorgeous sex and busty "wonder woman" the amazon godess of "dc-jla" is to catch by soldiers and tied with own lassot sound !!.....and judge for "crime" and she must die....she says that they will not have the courage of killing a woman as her!...but they say the opposite and are right away going to prove to him!!...... they also say to her that his éxecution will be filmed and yours sincerely will attend has his death in direct!!.....(LOOK the gorgeous execution of a queen of amazon !!)

 

.......A wonderful gorgeous "diana" pleads the guard not to make this!.....but it pierced a belly of amazon with "great" pleasure !!....

 

"diana" howls at instant at the bad guy pierced back tit with a dagger !!....And he ask she's like that ?.....but it's not finish for her ! the best is yet to come !! wait !!....

 

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(Based on this awesome pic of me and dedicated to the artist who drew it:  Badhand)

http://www.sexyamazons.com/gals/displayimage.php?pid=36953

 

My mission was the elimination of Governor Koperheim, a key obstacle in my organization's plan for world domination. It was surprisingly easy to get hired as a domestic, well not that surprising when I saw that the interviewer was a man who couldn't take his eyes off of my huge breasts. Oh, I'm sorry, My name is Jessica Young, an assassin working for ILM. I'm tall, busty, Amerasian and hot as hell. They usually use me to infiltrate and assassinate. My rocking body and beautiful smile have gotten me past every obstacle i've ever encoutered and even if I end up in trouble... no man has had the guts to put a bullet in these huge ta tas. The Governor had a predilection for iconic uniforms and mine was the 'French Maid'. The French Maid outfit basically turns the girl into nothing but tits and legs, something my body was perfect for. I looked at the tight corset that pushed my enormous breasts up and together while exposing almost the entirety of their top halves. My long, sexy legs were clad in thin, black stockings that barely made it up to my thighs. I was wearing some sexy, black high heels and my skirt floated provocatively around my ass and hips. All I could think of was, how the hell did these girls ever get any work done? I could barely imagine getting up the stairs before I was on my back with my ankles around my ears.

 

The plan was simple. The Governor took his breakfast on the veranda in the morning. I set myself up to clean near that area at an early hour while one of my team waited a safe distance away to drive the getaway car. I had a safe run all the way to the vehicle so I just needed that clean shot. I set up at the nearby pool at a storage shed. I drew my Baretta complete with a silencer and took aim at my prey. I couldn't have been more surprised to feel a hand grabbing my gun arm while my rather astonishing breasts suddenly found a dagger parting them and entering my cleavage. He knew his stuff and a quick pinch to my inside wrist resulted in my silenced pistol clattering to the ground. His right arm quickly wrapped around my stomach drawing my young body against his and pushing my perfectly round breasts even further out of my corset.

 

"I'm sorry Miss Jessica." A formal voice whispered in my ear as the knife dipped deeper between my breasts. "...but your services here are no longer required."

 

"Smythe?" I gasped recognizing the butler immediately. This man certainly had been watching me, sometimes never taking his eyes off me. I was such a narcissist, such an exhibitionist that I assumed it was my long legs and extraordinary breasts that were drawing his attention. No, maybe he was watching me for a different reason. Maybe I had given myself away and was now experiencing the endgame of an assassin who made a mistake.

 

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Devious Sorority Girls 1

(This is a story based on one of Alex' series.  Is gallery is here: 

http://www.sexyamazons.com/gals/index.php?cat=42536)

 

   So today I'm at the sorority with my best girlfriends; the very busty redbhead, Becky and Lily, a blonde, leggy tease. I'm Jessika, the tall, token Asian of the group.

   We're talking about how we've been running game on some of the guys at College. Flirt, show some skin, take a phone number you'll never call and you'd be surprised at the gifts you get. I look at us and I can't spot a single piece of clothing that any of us actually paid for. I bring up Alex, the tall attractive boy in my English class.

   "Lily, I wore this hot little number that really showed off my belly button and he bought me a pair of expensive boots. I told him I'd go to dinner with him but I never called him back."

   Lily laughs "No kidding? I hit him earlier in a skirt so short and tight I couldn't bend at the waist without showing off the goods. I got a necklace out of that and an invitation to an art show I'll never see."

   "No kidding? Alex?" Becky laughs and even I am impressed with with the jiggling of her monster Juggs. "He bought me concert tickets after I stood a little too close to him and flirted. I think most of the weight of these things were on his chest at the time so I can't blame him."

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College Games

by Jessica Target

     Have you ever heard of the game "Assassin"?  Neither had I until I joined my local community college.  I was surprised how prevalent the game was and I had to join.  It was a pretty innocuous game for the most part.  The rules are pretty easy; everyone gets a token of a certain color and your job is to collect the tokens of the opposite team.

 

   I kind of had a crush on this boy from economics.  He was tall, even taller than my five feet, nine inches of mostly legs.  I was sure I could wear high heels next to him and he’d still be looking down at me.  Considering my large breasts and deep cleavage, he certainly wouldn’t object to the view.  He had this mussed up blonde hair and kind of a punk, slacker attitude that I knew was bad for me but….   Okay, one day I see a purple token falling out of his backpack.  Bingo!  I sign up for Assassin that day and choose the red team.   I can’t believe I’m going to do this.

    I can barely concentrate on the classes.  All I can think about is my upcoming mission.  My eyes drift over to Brad, hoping he’s as fast and strong as he looks.  The next day I’m dressed for my mission.  I’m a tall, busty Asian girl and, as I’ve said, mostly legs so the tiny, slit skirt I’ve chosen along with near fetish high heels are showing off an obscene amount of bare leg.  I would have to be careful, skirts this small weren’t made for girls with asses like mine and my thong isn’t hiding much.  It was really wrong to stuff my huge breasts into a ‘Very Small’, chest hugging body shirt; especially one with a deep plunging neckline and such thin fabric.  Already the shirt is too small for me and riding up above my navel but I thought I’d help it along and tie the hem into a knot right under the arch of my heavy right teat.  The shirt is so tight that I forego the necessity of a bra.  Stored in my backpack is a cheap plastic pistol and a plastic pirate knife that I bought from the local dollar store.

   Every eye was on me as I strutted down the halls of my college.  Maybe I over sexed myself, especially with a body like mine but it was necessary for my upcoming mission.  I notice that the pale yellow body shirt is doing nothing to conceal my poker chip sized nipples.  Brad and I have biology together and I just can’t believe how turned on I am right now.  I know this’ll work.  He’s smart, he’ll take advantage of the obvious target I’ve provided for him.  I look down at my naked belly button, playfully draw a bull’s eye around it and then finish with a quick poke inside.  “Oh…”

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