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The Amazonian Tribes are primitive, so easily came up with violent traditions to match their violent attitudes towards different clans and, at times, themselves. Fights to the death among Amazonian clan members is a centuries old tradition. Tradition has it that girls who take part in these three way fights are chosen by The Spirits want to cull the weak from the clans. But mostly these matches are a form of entertainment. Every girl looks forward to these matches, even the ones who are in the fights themselves because this increases their fame.

If they lose, however, they are discarded into a pile of bodies with their sisters, discarded like useless meat.

Enjoy ;)

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It was my turn.

My turn to step in the circle.

My turn to fight one of my sisters.

My turn to be victorious.

…Or be thrown on to the pile of corpses that was on the side of the circular ring drawn in the sand. Five bodies made up the pile of my dead sisters, young, and old while three made up the periphery. Some of them were my friends (until they died because they were weak!), one of them was my Older Womb-sister* who foolishly turned her back on a wounded opponent and was struck with the dying enemy’s axe.

I was not going to die! I was going to win! Prove I was strongest! Prove I was a warrior!

Standing in a line with two of my sisters, soon to be my opponents, I shivered as I held my tomahawk in one hand and my knife in the other. My red hair shaved in a mowhawk had my hair swept to the right above my right eye.

Our entire clan of Fare Skins sat around the ring, eagerly waiting to see the three of us fight. From the corner of my eye one of my passion sisters* pocked at my older Womb Sister’s left leg with her finger while one of my Passion mothers* pulled her back from the pile.

I gulped, a lump in my throat.

Soon: The older women in our clan began to beat the drums. One by one each of us stepped into the ring, myself entering second.

We trotted around the sand circle three times before taking position evenly in the circle to give us space apart.

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Just a fun example story, will post more soon. This is kind of old, and been posted before. Will start posting new stuff soon

Things to Note:

- This is based off an RP/Story. I have a big stack of stories I wrote for myself. Some are weird, some are super weird. So this is an edit of one of the more normal/recent ones.

- I don't write big backstories and do world building. Since I like playing an expendable thug/thugs it'd be a weird waste.

- I'm a terrible writer, and hate editing my work so get ready for typos.

- I can't write physical descriptions because A- I have zero imagination and B - I'm quite frankly terrible at it. I use pictures to compensate.


Well then... I'm really getting you excited to read!
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Me/Narrator/Super tough thug in the story:

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The silence was broken as the ferry’s horn blew, and with a lurch the old ferry began to leave port. Nicole turned to us as she pulled out her pistol. A custom gold plated fearsome looking gun… much more impressive than the small knock off Russian pistols we were issued.

“She’s on the ferry somewhere… and we’re going to find her and kill her. Understand?” She said it in a harsh tone, one that we knew meant it as a statement. She was older than the rest of us and was one of the few girls on this mission who had actually seen any combat. She had been given a small squad of rookies… in fact most of us on the mission were rookies, with the experienced girls each leading a squad.

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She confidently slid in a clip and cocked her gun with a smile. There were dozens of us on this mission, and I hoped this would mean we wouldn’t see a fight… but I felt a lot better with Nicole leading. She was a pro and had taken out at least a dozen men.

The mob had grown quickly in the last few years as the economy slowed. It was close to impossible to get a good job, so I signed on with the local mafia. At this point they weren’t even being subtle about their operations… keeping large armed groups at their disposal. Most leaders wouldn’t take women, still clinging to their old school ideals, but there were always “Mafia Princesses”. Daughters and wives of major mob leaders. Recently they started hiring their own soldiers almost entirely made up of women. The husband's and father’s preferred this, too many wives and daughters seduced by charming mob foot soldiers I guess. It was a pretty easy gig for the most part, go to some club, keep an eye on her, guard some mansion, make her look tough in front of her friends. But lately they’d been expanding… trying to show that they could do real work. Unfortunately most of us weren’t expecting this when we signed on…

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The bugles sounded and 1,000's of beautiful, scantily clad Amazons marched forward as one, their shields raised above their heads to intercept the myriad arrows that would rain down on them at any moment. That dreaded, unmistakable hum suddenly filled the air as 1,000's of missiles of death were sent on their way by the awaiting archers at the top of the hill, in search of female flesh and organs to plunge through and to skewer, in order to cause as much damage as possible and cut down large numbers of fearsome Amazons before they could engage the enemy. 

Then suddenly the first screams rang out as hapless warloving women were mercilessly cut down, until the whole hillside was engulfed in a cacophany of hideous shrieks and abysmal, blood curdling screams as beautiful Amazons were struck high in their proud chests, skewering breasts, lower down through their firm abs, and lower still right in the delicate folds of their swollen and pulsating loins that housed all their passion and most intimate pleasure organs that now turned to seats of unimaginable and unbearable agony.

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Amazons rushed forward, stepping onto the soft, quivering flesh of fallen companions as shrieks and abysmal howls filled the air, together with the sweet aroma of female fluids that now ran like rivers at their feet alongside pools of blood, as sandaled feet kicked uncontrollably in the air and lithe bodies arched backwards, thrashing about in their agony. Wave after wave of Amazons were falling like flies, making it hard for those who came after them from rushing forward as feet found quivering flesh of bare buns and breasts and thighs. 

The growing mounds of quivering, writhing flesh slowed down their charge as many, many more fell shrieking and screaming and howling. Finally the first lines clashed head on with the opposing army as the sound of steel filled the air, but the Amazons had already lost 100's nay, even 1,000's, to enemy arrows. The fighting now was immensely brutal as blade sank deep into soft meat, slashing, skewering, slicing, as Greeks and Amazons screamed and died, their life blood spilling out of them along with their organs as victorious warriors on both sides sought not only to slaughter, but also to humiliate, degrade and punish, and to inflict suffering by seeking out the most delicate, sensitive, vulnerable and intimate meat and organs, in a massive orgy of sensuous slaughter.

After several hours of ferocious fighting and tremendous slaughter of so many of their fine warriors, the Amazons finally put the Greeks to flight, but not before the fleeing Greeks tied ropes firmly around the ankles of many Amazon Officers and dragged them away mercilessly by their feet shrieking behind their horses as they rode off.  Vast stretches of the battlefield were now laden with so much mutilated and skewered Amazon flesh, having suffered horrific wounds from battleaxes, large blades and spears.

Many corpses now lay twisted and mangled in heaps, many of them stripped of both their uniforms and their dignity. Many lay sprawled out, spreadeagled, their beautiful long legs immodestly fallen wide open and apart, revealing soft, intimate meat & organs and blood dripping eros holes that had taken enormous punishment as Greeks satisfied their deep and dark sexual needs.

Others had been very passionately disembowelled of all their nether organs, the hot blooded passion of battle getting the better of the blood thirsty Greeks who were no less excited than the Amazons by the indulging in all sorts of sexual excitement, which demanded that intimate organs, both front and back, be not only fully examined and explored, but even gouged from the soft, meaty housing of firm Amazon thighs and round buns.

But now it was the Amazons' turn to enjoy the passionate fruits of battle that they loved so much, as they indulged in hours of endless raw sex - sitting on and pumping the faces of fallen Greeks, forcing them on pain of suffocation to eat out their squirting holes that cried out to be devoured.

When they were finally sated, the Amazons set about gathering up all valuables from the battlefield. Lifeless Amazon feet were unceremoniously stripped of their sandals, chest armour was removed from slashed breasts, helmets were removed, exposing beautiful dead faces, with tongues lolling and hanging out stupidly from open mouths, confirming their brutal and violent death. Weapons were then plucked from cooling flesh, dripping gore. By the time they had gathered up all armour, weaponry & footwear there were just naked piles of hacked meat left, forming huge mounds all across the battlefield. The victorious Amazons were awash with happiness, taking the time to fully enjoy the magnificent beauty of their own slaughtered cunts, and surrounded by the alluring fragrance of female fluids & the strong aroma of spilled & blood spattered organs.

The 5 surviving Generals sat plum in their saddles, masturbating as they watched the morbid stripping of all their dead, their entire bodies still awash in the immense ecstasy of so much passion & slaughter. The loss of so many Amazons that now lay slaughtered at their feet meant nothing to them. They had served their purpose & their death was of no consequence whatsoever, indeed it only served to excite them further. Their flesh would now simply be left to feed the wild birds & beasts of the forest, while those Amazons who were victorious would return home laden with spoils & trophies & the rich pickings of their own slaughtered women who no longer needed their jewellery and their fine, gold laced and stone studded sandals that were the hallmark of wealthy warriors of the Amazon Empire.

The 3 Generals who had fallen in battle had been picked out from the mounds of dead Amazon meat and had been placed back on their horses after being cleaned of all their gore and erotic juices. They lay slumped with arms and feet dangling as battle maidens secured them by tying their feet together under the horses bellies. Only these would be taken back to Amazonia. The rest of the officers were left buried under the mounds of flesh of their slaughtered women. It was long standing Amazon custom that all other Amazons, even of high rank, who fell in battle, were treated as mere battle trash to be devoured by the wild beasts of the forest. This is because the Amazons, to remain strong, refused to mourn their dead. 

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This was the story I wrote while Raul was drawing the 26-picture series he recently posted!

http://www.sexyamazons.com/gals/displayimage.php?pos=-59872

This is the longest story I've posted on here, so hopefully people won't get too bored reading it, haha. This was written in bits and pieces over the span of... awhile, so you may notice the writing change here and there. It's probably because of the number of breaks taken while writing it!

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I step off the transport with a nervous gulp. I'm walking with a group of other troopers, all of us marching obediently despite the nervous glances! Fresh recruits, as most troopers were given the short life expectancy, we had never seen such a battlefield before! Large billowing clouds of smoke pour from the cloud city structures. The occasional pang of laser fire breaking the silence. We had taken this part of the city, but there were still bodies everywhere! Cold flesh piled where they fell, tits thrust up and still smoking from the laser that had killed the girl attached to them!

I can't help but blush at the sight, my freckled cheeks reddening with a self-destructive delight at the sight! I step over the body of a blonde rebel, her belly sizzling and her legs spread as she stares up at me with sightless blue eyes! I turn my nose up with a pleased smile; rebel bitch got what she deserved! Even the bodies of my sisters get a smug smile as I pass them, weak cunts clearly didn't have what it took to survive! I was going to be a hero, and they were meat to be processed! My uniform was much nicer as well!

Instead of the usual white and black uniforms, my platoon wore black tops with pink satin panties riding on our hips! I can just feel how cute my tight teenage bum is in and it only makes me prouder to be a trooper! The jetpack on my back, and the backs of the other similarly dressed girls made it clear why we had the special uniforms. My taut panties rippling over my butt as I walk, I notice a few of the other girls glancing back at me; gah, sluts! My platoon had all been in the same graduating class, and we were all as eager to see our bitchy classmates bite the dust as the rebel girls we were going to be fighting! Such rivalries were natural in a do-or-die situation like the clone training camp!

"Alright, bitches!" The sergeant yells out, "We're going to attack from the north! There's no solid ground there, just a garbage incineration module! That means we're going heavy on the jetpacks, and if one of you dumb sluts gets shot down, it's gonna be a long drop into some nasty stuff. It'll eat through soft tissue in minutes, so unless you want to lose ALL of your weight, you'd better stay sharp!"

For the second time, I gulp nervously! My nerves are shaking, red hair trickling free from my white hairband.

Ahead of us the ground drops away, and a large chasm-like opening looms. Far below, rather than the abyss of clouds which had swallowed so many of my sisters, lay a long stretch--at least a mile!--of bubbling green fluid. It was designed to melt down the trash of Cloud City, and I was going to make sure it did just that; those rebel sluts were garbage, after all!

"Alright, ladies. First bitch to die buys drinks for the rest of us in Hell!"

I'm so scared! But I take off anyway, just as desperately horny to see some sluts fry in their jetpacks! Unlike the ground troopers, we don't have cocks, but my panties--smooth and sleek--are still wet with excitement!

The rumble of my jetpack joins those of my sisters. There are nearly 150 of us in the group and we fill the sky as he rush towards our objective. The city stretches out in the distance, but below me there's nothing but the chasm of the city's dump! A strange lake lays at the bottom. It's green, and doesn't look very deep, but the waves rippling across it seem un-natural. My sergeant had mentioned the fluid would eat through all soft tissue... my skin crawls at the thought, but my panties grow a little wetter and I can't help but rub my thighs together slightly.

"Eyes forward, meat" shouts another trooper as she zips past me. I blush and turn my attention back towards the distant buildings we were heading for! The smooth satin of my pink panties ripple slightly in the breeze as we push forward, but at least it keeps the dampness of my own horniness in check! Still, I can feel it in the pit of my trim teenage belly, and watching my sisters in similar uniforms only excites me even more.

It's as I'm checking out the satin-covered ass of T24 that I notice movement in the distance! Small specks are rising from the buildings we were ordered to take, and it takes several seconds for me to realize that they're rebels! They had secured a stash of jetpacks somewhere and now they were going to attack us up here. My heart races and my mouth runs dry, this was it, I was about to have my first battle! I grit my teeth and maintain pace with my sisters, ashamed of the little knot of fear I feel.

"Get ready, bitches! Here they come!"

There's still several minutes before we're close enough to make them out properly. I can see they're wearing special uniforms as well, red panties and grey tops. I lift my blaster, ready to start shooting these sluts out of the sky but they're still not in range. My nipples are rock hard atop my small breasts, pressing out against the somewhat stretchy fabric of my top lewdly. Oh god, I'm so horny I could just cum right here and now!

"Hold your fire! Wait until they're close so we can really show these sluts how easy it is to kill them!" my sergeant yells out. I can hear her easily over the rumbling jetpacks because of a small earpiece communicator.

The rebels open fire first, their discipline not as rigid as ours and they were likely just as excited to start killing us! The more experienced troopers take evasive action, but the young girls like me just keep flying forward!

A blonde trooper with her hair in pigtails takes a stray laser right to her belly. Heat radiates from the wound, smoke curling upwards, even as she lets out a powerful deathcry. I fly right past her and can see the look of pain and horror on her face as she struggles to stay up, but the laser had gone right out her back and wrecked her jetpack as well! Sparks fly as it finally sputters and she falls, screaming all the way.

"AIIIIIIIIE!" the young teen was as good as dead now! Her legs kick and her arms spin as she plummets to her death in the acid far below. A brunette joins her, taking a pair of shots to her perky young tits. "GAAAAAAAH!" she cries out, her flight spiraling out of control even as she cums powerfully into her pink panties, more meat for the acid to devour!

"OPEN FIRE!" the sergeant yells even as she dodges around the falling brunette, not sparing the shrieking girl a second glance.

I raise my gun as ordered, my blaster as hungry as my wet pussy for some rebel sluts to fall shrieking from the sky. I spot my first target even as my sisters open fire! A short-haired redhead is looking right at me. Her lips pulled back to show off her teeth, the girl looks as old as I do, her freckled cheeks making her seem even younger. She raises her gun just as I take aim, but I fire first! Fire erupts in a small lick of flame from the muzzle of my blaster, and even before I release the trigger, I can see her shrieking in pain.

The rebel slut's mouth opens wide, her teeth bared as she drops her gun and clutches at the laser wounds I'd put in her chest and belly. "F-FUUUCK!" The young girl is fried! My breathing grows quick as her body splays out, her red panties filling with girlish cum as her own death drives her to orgasm violently. It only lasts a second or two, but it's my first kill and I savour it. Soon, she's falling, smoke trailing from her jetpack as she falls towards the acid below.

There! Another girl! I twist and fire upwards, my shots slamming into the jetpack of a brunette from behind! I can see her ass clench tightly in her red panties, her head whipping back as a shriek of pain rips from her mouth. "AIIIIIIE!" Another slut blown away! It's clear she has no control of her damaged jetpack and it soon cuts out, leaving her to fall helplessly with nothing to do but scream! My panties are so wet by now that I can barely think straight, my body on fire and the desire to blast more rebels out of the sky all-consuming.

A blonde with a black hairband in her hair fires at me and I can feel the heat of the shots as they zip right by me. She tries to veer away and fly past me but my reflexes are too quick and my training takes over. I put a shot squarely through her chest, her mouth and eyes opening wide in surprise as she realizes she'd just been killed! I can't help but grin, my third kill already. The blonde shrieks as she flies past me, clutching helplessly at the bloody wound. I don't stop moving, but I shudder as I think of her joining the other bodies raining from the sky, her panties full of a final reflexive--and humiliating--orgasm!

"NYAAAAAAAaaahhhhh---" the scream of my latest kill fades as she falls, more young meat for the acid to consume!

Already the acid below is getting its share of troopers and rebels to devour. Though it looks watery from this high up, those that had already fallen into it knew better. It was thicker, like gelatin, and it sucked and grabbed at their nearly naked bodies as they writhed in horror at the fate that had found them.

The brunette whose jetpack I'd blasted hit it with a final shriek of fear and pain. Her legs kicking helplessly, the goo washed over her, holding her tight. It slid across her belly and hips, tingling her nerves at first touch. Surprisingly, her ass hit the bottom quickly. It was only a foot deep! Like a film, the acidic goo encased the doomed brunette, cutting off her air and the shrieks that had been escaping her. All around her other girls were meeting similar ends, some already encased as she would soon be, others just hitting it. There was a constant rain of young bodies coming from the battle so far above.

As it slid over her face, the girl's head snapped backwards, eyes wide with fear. Her small tits thrust upwards, the girl soon found herself completely cocooned in it, her arms bent at the elbows and her legs spread. There was no air, and no sound. Within minutes, all that would be left of the cute little brunette would be a brown-haired skeleton wearing her uniform, all of her soft tissue eaten up by the corrosive slime, one of many casualties of the vicious air warfare! She was expendable though, and eventually the slime would be dredged of all of the sluts who'd perished in it.

A trooper who lay in the goo only several feet away from her tried desperately to push herself up, facedown in the sludge and straining to escape it. It cocooned her just as thoroughly as the brunette. The black-haired trooper's ass quivers in her pink panties, the girl feeling it sliding over her youthful body. Knowing she was dead, the girl couldn't but cum again! "I'm a goner..." breathed out before the exertion finally took her and she collapsed into the muck, half-conscious as it slid over her, watching through half-lidded eyes as more of her sisters fell screaming into the acid to join her as meat.

Even as my sisters perish below, I'm still fighting above! A group of rebels had begun to move away from the main battle, looking to find somewhere safe that they could pick us off one at a time. I fire at them as they retreat and manage to score a kill! A blonde clutches at her back as her head whips backwards, "GYAAAAH!" Her sisters don't bother look back as she falls out of formation, spiraling towards the acid below.

Nearby, I see a trooper get blown away. The short-haired brunette had been in my class, and she'd been a real bitch! Always quick to brag about how she was going to be the best, and that we were just going to get in her way, I can't help but smirk smugly as I see her cute features crinkle up in pain. A pair of holes in her belly showed where she'd been hit, her body arching forward, ass tight in her pink panties as her hips buck helplessly in mid-orgasm. "So long, slut!" I think. Her lips are pulled back in a grimace of pain, and I hope she knows I'm watching as she falls out of the sky.

I find myself wondering what it felt like...

I force myself to turn my attention back to the fight. Things are still going strong despite the number of casualties on both sides already! My heart is racing and as I shift position to veer to the right, I can feel the dampness between my thighs. I was hornier than I'd ever been, and now I needed to kill some more rebel sluts!

I open fire on a small group, smiling a satisfied smile as I blast a young brunette right out of the sky. She shrieks as smoke gushes from her jetpack, her hands clutching her trim belly as she fries! I fly by her even as her body bucks and jerks before beginning to fall, and I can see the large dark spot on her panties grow as she orgasms powerfully into them. Her friends take off, leaving her to her fate as she plummets towards the ground.

"AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEeeeeeee----" her screams grow fainter the farther she falls, but I'm not listening much anymore anyway!

Nearby I spot a redheaded rebel, a blue barette in her hair, which is long enough to flow in the air rushing past her slightly freckled face, but short enough to give her a cute tomyboyish look. I gasp softly and feel my young pussy tremble with excitement. I wanted to be the one to kill that bitch! Through the confusing mess of bodies flying back, and occasionally contorting in pain as they soak up some other bitch's lasers, she sees me too! The way I'm looking at her must be obvious, because she turns towards me.

Our gazes set, we move, but don't reach each other. She's forced to turn as one of my sisters opens fire on her. The blonde trooper is another of my classmates and I gasp! No! She was -my- kill! The rebel fires smoothly though and the trooper is toast! Her small tits bounce free from her uniform as her back arches, gun dropped and both hands lifting to her breasts.

"GYAAAAAAAAAH!" the pain in her voice is easy to hear! Her blue eyes clenched shut, her teeth bared as she shrieks in pain, I watch my sister meet her end and find I'm happy to see it. The dumb slut had almost stolen my kill! The trooper's pink panties are a mess now, full of cum and rippling in the air as she bucks and thrashes out her final few futile seconds of life. Then, like the others, she's falling, already forgotten as the rebel turns back towards me.

I fire a few pot shots, but am forced to zip right by her, expecting the heat of her lasers in my own belly any second... but they never come! From behind me though several lasers nearly strike me. I see them fly by a few inches from my head, and feel their heat. Shit! I had someone on my tail! My ass clenches in my panties, tension filling my belly as I veer off and try to shake my pursuer. More shots! I pull up, kicking my feet a bit as though I were swimming. More shots!! I'm all nerves now, all it'd take was one lucky shot and I was dead meat! Biting my lip, my hair whipping about in the wind, I cut my jetpack suddenly. The roar of its engine dies, and after a brief second of weightlessness, I start to fall.

The rebel behind me is caught off guard, thinking that maybe she'd hit me after all. As I turn towards her, I open fire even as I fall!

"Scream and die, bitch!" I call as I plummet towards her. She tries to turn, but the black-haired girl is too slow and my lasers pierce downwards through her chest, erupting out her lower back.

"FUUUUUUUUUCK" she howls in pain! Agony tears at her youthful features as I finish her off! My engine starts back up as grey smoke billows from her jetpack, pieces of it falling away as the girl bends backwards, giving me a beautiful view of her cute firm belly and her spread legs.

"AYYYYYIIIIIIiiii---!" and she's gone, more girl-meat for the acid!

A trooper who was flying beside me forces me to look away from the falling rebel bitch I'd just blown away. She's hovering, firing wildly at a clump of rebels, her blonde hair trembling underneath the pink barette she wears.

"Scream and die, bitches!" I remember her from when we'd been preparing for this fight, she'd been so quiet and nervous then! T02 (She was in the first picture you drew for this series, I think she's adorable!) had scored a few kills of her own and was as eager as I was to get a few more! Her panties are dark between her thighs and the smell of her arousal isn't hard to miss. She's only a few feet from me and I turn to help her just in time to see her die.

The young teen, so horny to kill more enemies, becomes someone else's next kill as laser fire tears up her belly and small tits. "GYAAAAAAAAH!" Her back arches, and I see her firm young ass clench in her pink panties. The fabric ripples slightly as her hips buck and her arms fly outwards. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is open, the girl's tongue sticking out in a stupefied look of pain and surprise as she sees her kill fly towards her; it was the redhead in the blue barette! T02 buckles backwards, tits thrust up almost proudly as she starts to fall out of the sky, smoke trailing from her jetpack as warm cum runs down her leg. "YAAAAAAAAAIIIIiiiiiieeee----" She's gone!

I can't help but feel like I was going to cum too! Seeing the young blonde bite the dust so close to me has me even hornier than before! I lift my blaster and open fire on the redhead, but she fires back and nearly sends me screaming into the acid as well. Both of us miss though; maybe she's just as excited as I am, I don't know! As she flies towards me, I kick my jetpack into gear and head towards her, lasers blasting so close to our vulnerable bodies, knowing that at any second one of us could send the other to an early death. We're so caught up in our little fight that neither of us notice that we're about to collide! Only at the last second do I get my hands up, our bodies striking each other and tumbling frantically in each other's arms.

"You're fucked, slut!" She growls at me

"Ready to die, bitch?" I snap back, both of us grabbing and tearing at each other's bodies. Our hips press against each other's, panties gliding against the smooth, damp fabric of the other's uniform. Legs tangling, I can't help but notice the heat of her trim body and it excites me! Our hearts are racing and all the while we're fighting over the awkward positions our blasters had ended up in.

"You aren't good enough to beat me! I'm gonna feed your corpse to the acid!" She gets her free hand up and slams it into my belly, right on my bellybutton. I moan out in surprise and pain, my teeth clenching as hot pain races up my gut.

"You cunt! I'm gonna blow a hole open in that gut of yours" I hiss, bringing my knee up to try and push her away from me a bit. Our jetpacks sputter and roar as we tumble in the air trading blows. I manage to punch her twice in the tits, which draws a strangled cry from her, her mouth opening in the short yell and showing off her white teeth. She pounds on my belly and I feel like I'm gonna cum each time she does, oh god! It hurts so bad. My stomach muscles are trembling and aching as I get one of my hands caught in her hair and yank it back. She shrieks out in pain and anger but I don't let go!

"Dirty bitch! Let go!" She pushes at me, her body flexing and twisting sexily as she does, but I don't let her go! I force her head to tillt backwards, exposing her throat which I bite almost sensually. I don't bite hard enough to cut through the skin, just hard enough to draw a squeal of pain from her. I can feel the fight leaving her, like prey that had accepted it'd been caught by a predator. We're both breathing heavily and the smell of our juvenile arousal is strong. Finally though, I get my gun pressed against her belly.

"Please! No!" she begs, feeling the heated muzzle of my blaster against her vulnerable skin.

"So long, bitch!" I practically pant out the parting shot before I put two lasers square into her quivering belly.

"FRAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Her scream is powerful and long. Her body contorts and I release it, letting her thrash in the sky as I kill her! For all her talk, the girl was now my victim! I put another shot into her chest, causing her shirt to flap open and expose her youthful tits; she wouldn't be getting any more kills today, now she was MY kill!

I watch as the girl's death-orgasm causes her whole body to buck forward, her panty-covered pussy put on display for me as her panties fill with cum. "AH GOD! YOU SLUT!" she screams out as she orgasms powerfully. Blood trickles down her white-skinned belly and the look of pain on her face is too much! As she starts to fall, screaming as she joins the other weak bitches in the acid far below, I realize I'm on the verge of an orgasm too. Killing such a confident young slut is too much for me, and I cum as well!

"Oh! Oh god!" I moan out, feeling my pussy tremble as an orgasm tears through me. "AH! AH!" I'm yelling as I cum! My nipples are rock hard and my free hand pushes between my thighs. I'm vulnerable like this, but oh god, it felt so good. My body writhes gently even as my latest kill vanishes into the acid below. Somehow, I survive it, none of the rebels deciding to put a shot into me as they fight my sisters. Trying to catch my breath, I slowly gather myself, trying to ignore the warm cum caught in my now wet panties and trickling down my inner thigh.

The acid happily embraces all of the young flesh that enters it. Those still alive when they reach it find their shrieks cut short as they collide with the warm goo. It catches them, and traps them, like flies caught on glue paper the girls have no chance to escape. A few fight desperately, weakened from their wounds and from the orgasms that had ripped through their nubile bodies when they'd been blasted out of the sky.

The redhead I'd just killed is no exception.

"AIIIIIIIIEEEEEEeee--" her shrieks as she fell were cut short by the *schlurp!* of her body sliding into the caustic slime. Her body quivers as she struggles against it, her vision already cloudy from pain and bloodloss. Still, she fights! Arching her back, she gets her shoulders off the ground, young perky tits thrust forward as she lets out a final garbled scream, "GRRLBABLBLRRBL"

All around her troopers and rebels die in the acid. Their struggles are always futile, and after a minute, all of them succumb and fall still. A number of the weak bitches have already been eaten away, nothing left but bones and hair laying in their uniforms--which the acid doesn't seem to affect--like some kind of weird preserved bug collection on display beneath the green sheen of the slime.

A black-haired rebel bitch with a white barette who'd been blown away only seconds before the redhead herself, gives up the fight and dies several feet away. Her final laboured shriek masked by the acidic goo filling her mouth. Wide brown eyes grow glassy as the girl falls facedown, her body twitching and shivering before laying still. The redhead watches in horror as she witnesses her fate, green eyes pleading as though the acid would show her mercy. She can feel it eating away at her skin already, pain lancing into her as it fills her blaster-wounds.

T02--the blonde with the pink barette who the redhead had killed herself--is already dead nearby. Tits up she stares upwards blindly, her skin already being eaten by the acid. Soon she'd be just another skeleton wearing a trooper uniform.

More rebels and troopers fall to their deaths in the goo even as the redhead feels her strength giving out. A blonde trooper falls nearby, her body arching up as she too tries to fight the inevitable. For the redhead, she can't help but feel her body start to weaken, falling facedown into the green muck and only able to lay there and wait for death. Nearby another redheaded rebel hits the muck with a splat.

The redhead's body shudders as her eyes half-close. A final orgasm rips through her, her raw pussy flexing and twitching as her hips buck slightly. Even before she's done gushing the last of her juices into her acid-filled panties, however, she dies! The fight continues without her and nobody even seems to notice she's gone. Minutes pass, and she's another set of bleached bones mingling with the remains of all of the other sluts, losers and bitches that had been blown out of the sky!

I steady myself, blushing brightly as I come down from the unexpected orgasm. My belly is still in knots as I shakily turn back towards the fight. It's then that I notice the rebels are retreating! They've begun to drop down lower, seeking some safety above the sticky corpse-filled acid goo as they make a break for what seems to be a bridge in the distance. My sisters and I give chase immediately, all of us achingly horny from the battle and eager to finish off the cowardly rebel sluts trying to escape!

We fly low, only twenty feet or so above the acid. We're close enough that I can see the rebels and troopers caught in the goo's deadly grip much clearer than I could before. My knees press together as I listen to them scream in pain and moan in sour submission as they fight and writhe against the acid eating away at their nubile young bodies. I see a brunette on her back as I fly by, it's a trooper, one of my sisters. She's holding an arm up at us as we pass, her hazel coloured eyes opened wide and a scream escaping her, but none of us can help her now and we fly by.

Rebels and troopers finish dying side by side, many of them ignoring their foes as they finish out the last agony-filled moments of their short lives. I see one trooper who hasn't forgotten her training though. Despite the wound in her side--red blood streaking across her back--she was wrestling with a rebel who had fallen close to her. The two were already doomed, but still they fought! I can't help myself and I stop briefly, hovering as my sisters continue to give chase... I can catch up in a few seconds...

The trooper has the upperhand, it's clear. They tumble and writhe in the green muck with a vigor one wouldn't expect from the dying, their lean bodies tensed and their teeth grinding as they try to ignore the pain. The trooper lands a hit that sends the rebel back into the muck with a splat though, and they both realize it was over! The rebel tries to regain her kneeling position, but the goo doesn't let her. Flat on her back, her tits thrust up, the rebel tries in vain to defend herself as the trooper's legs close around her throat. Her tongue jumps from between her lips as she finds all of her air cut off!

"HRRRRK!" She gurgles out as she finds it impossible to breathe, darkness stealing into the corners of her vision as the trooper stares smugly down at her, as though she wasn't going to be dead soon as well. All around them rebels and troopers die, but the trooper is determined to take one last bitch to hell with her! The black haired trooper's legs tighten even as the rebel's body jerks and thrashes in the muck. Her back archs, tits pushing upwards as green slime trickles down their sides.

"GRRRRGggghhh...." She rasps out, her eyes bulging. Finally, the black haired trooper has had it with this rebel cunt. She twists her legs and I imagine I can hear the snap of the rebel's neck as the trooper deftly breaks it. The rebel's body convulses powerfully, a thick gush of cum filling her panties for a final time. The slain rebel's fingers curl and then she's still, her head lolling back before falling into the muck as the trooper removes her legs. The rebel's head is turned to the side, half of her face submerged in the goo as the other half stares slackly ahead.

"You're fucking meat, bitch" wheezes out the trooper, who quickly realizes she can't get up again either. Her body is worn out, her strength gone. Strands of the acid hang onto her body, and try as she might, she finds herself collapsing into it, She seems me staring and reaches an arm out towards me as though expecting me to help her. I can see the panic in her eyes, as though she hadn't known as soon as she'd been blown out of the sky that she was as dead as the slut she'd just killed!

I watch her for a few seconds before I speed forward to catch up with the sisters, the landscape below me dotted with fallen girls all waiting their turn to become bones bleaching in the sun... the bridge is close now but the rebels aren't getting away that easily. Taking aim... I open fire on their retreating bodies...

The chase continues!

Laser blasts fly back and forth even as we chase down the rebels. We zip over the goo, ignoring the screams of our fallen sisters and enjoying the shrieks of the dying rebels. I fire without aiming, sending shot after shot after the fleeing rebels, hoping to get lucky and hit one.

I manage to blast a redheaded girl right in her jetpack. She looks behind her, smoke and sparks fizzling from the pack as her eyes widen in horror. She doesn't even know who it was that killed her, but she knows she's fucked!

"N-NYAAAAH!" she falls out of the rebel formation, arms and legs kicking uselessly. She hits the goo hard, sending a wave of it as she rolls with the momentum of her short fall. I fly right over her as she struggles and fights, almost entirely covered in the muck.

"Later, bitch!" I call back to her! A blond rebel clutches her tits and falls from the sky as well, *SPLAT* more meat! A trooper beside me catches a laser to her own tits, smoke curling from the heated edges of the bloody wound as she flips and turns in the air.

"AIIIIIIIE" I duck around her as she tumbles from the sky, and I don't look back but I can hear the sound of her colliding with the muck at high speeds. The remaining rebels spread out and our shots become less effective. Occasionally one of the girls gets struck and dies screaming, but it becomes clear we had better targets right below us.

"Target practice, girls!" calls out a trooper as she opens fire on the rebels trapped in the acid! A blonde rebel who had arched her back, trying to escape the grip of the goo, takes two right to the belly. Her head tilts back and she howls out in pain as her cute little gut gets fried by hot lasers! She flops back unmoving into the muck, her tongue hanging out against her cheek as smoke wisps from her wounds and her eyes stare upwards. I open fire as well! I nail a brunette right in her back. She's on her hands and knees in the acid, shoulder-length hair coated in the green slime. Two of my shots cut into her back and she rears her head back, shrieking out as I finish her off. She trembles before falling face-first into the muck, her ass clenching and jiggling in her red panties as she dies!

Something unexpected happens then! One of the rebels in the acid has somehow held onto her blaster! I nearly take one to my chest as she begins firing aimlessly into the cloud of troopers passing overhead. I twist and turn, avoiding the shots. Nearby, T52 (She's in the first picture! Hehe) isn't so lucky! The young redhead takes a trio of shots to her perky tits, her uniform torn open by the deadly lasers.

"URRRRRAAAGH!!" Even as she flies forward, she rears up, her chest thrust out as blood pours down it. Her eyes are clenched shut, teeth bared as black smoke billows from her jetpack. I gasp, glancing back, knowing I couldn't do anything to save the cute girl and relishing the final moments of her life guiltily. She begins to spin out of control, gun flying from her hands as she plummets into the acid. I'm already too far away to see her by the time she hits the acid, and nobody even slows, the fight continues like she'd never been there!

I send a laser into a struggling blonde below, hitting her in the throat and sending her flat onto her back where she writhes and chokes even as the acid eats away at her.

These bitches were just too much fun to kill! My panties are still wet from my earlier orgasm, but I can still feel my own wetness as I kill the helpless rebel sluts writhing in the goo... the bridge is close now though, and the surviving rebels pull up, heading for the top of it.

Unaware of what was waiting for us, my sisters and I follow...

As I head towards the bridge, I can't help but continue to fire at the girls below. Their cries and howls of pain only get my panties wetter; I even start firing on the downed troopers. It's to ease their suffering... or at least that's what I tell myself!

I line up a shot on a blonde trooper, her eyes wide in horror as she watches the ooze glide over her young, doomed, body. I put one right in her chest. The girl's tits press upwards as she thrusts her chest forward, soaking up my laser fire!

"Urrrrgh..." I imagine I can hear the soft moan that escapes her as she dies, falling back into the muck as her body trembles and blood trickles from the blaster-wound.

I fire on a redheaded trooper, her hair partially covering her face as she fights in the ooze, trying to lift her arm but unable to get it far. Already it's more bone than flesh. "Sorry, sister!" I murmur under my breath, as if I weren't thrilled to get to end such a cute girl myself. I fire!

"GYAAAAAH!" hot pain scorches the girl's belly, her legs spreading as she soaks up the lethal blasts. Body bucking, a final shot hits her right in the throat! The girl's deathscream becomes a gurgle as she collapses back into the acid, her eyes still wide open and hair still falling over her freckled face.

The bridge is close now and I pull up suddenly. Leaving the acid further and further below, I forget about my fallen sisters and focus on the rebel sluts flying away from us still. Upwards we rocket, air rushing past my face in gusts that flick and toss my bangs against my forehead. Then we hit the top and--- it's a trap!

The rebel bitches had been waiting for us! Their jetpack troops continue to flee, but atop the bridge there're lines of rebel foot-troopers with their guns ready. Several AA cannons have already been set up. I gasp, my breath catching in my throat as I feel the intensity of inevitable death crash through my thoughts. My pussy spasms gently, as if trying to remind me of how horny I was.

"FIRE!"

I hear the order, and immediately the sky is filled with deadly projectiles. Large booming shells from the AA cannon mix with the blaster-fire of several dozen rebel infantry. Desperately, we fire back, but they had their hands in our proverbial panties, and there was nothing we could do but scream and die!

A young blue-eyed brunette beside me gets hit almost immediately. Her body bucks and contorts as she falls screaming from the sky. A blonde nearby takes a row of shots to her tits, her uniform torn open and her sizzling breasts put on display as she clutches at them. "AHHHH, FUCK!"

More girls fall as we buzz around in confusion and fear, we're sitting ducks! A black-haired girl with a white bow in her hair dives towards the bridge, as though trying to counterattack. Instead she takes a blast of shrapnel to her back from one of the exploding AA shells. Her jetpack detonates like a bomb! Feet kicking, the screaming girl--her uniform on fire in places--falls pitifully short of the bridge, and plummets to her death in the acid below! "AIIIIIIIEEEEEeeee----"

Three girls open fire, but they're too clustered and a single AA shell detonates. All three are caught in the blast, peppered by shrapnel that shorts out their jetpacks. Their screams mingle together as their panties gush with sudden dampness, "GYAAAAAH---AIIIIEEE--NOOOOO!" blown out of the sky, the girls fall like the others, their well-kept bodies destroyed by the rebels' weapons.

Finally, some of us manage to open fire with some success! Many of my sisters continue to fall around me, swatted out of the air like flies. A redhead several feet away grunts as she takes a string of shots through her belly and chest. I don't even look as she topples backwards, as though doing a flip before letting out a dwindling shriek as she falls! Fuck! I was so horny! Any second now I was going to die... all I could do was wait for it, and hope I took a few of these rebel whores into the acid with me! Somehow... I don't die yet.

My shot strikes a brunette close to the railing. She throws her hands out, screaming out in pain and surprise before toppling against the railing. Bent over it, her ass clenches and wiggles in her panties before she lies still, arms danging down towards the acid so far below. Another rebel nearby runs for cover, but takes several shots to her back. Blood splashes on the cement bridge as she's thrown face-down onto it, blown off her feet by the force of the blaster fire!

"GET SOME GRENADES ON THAT BRIDGE!" shouts T89 nearby, she motions for the reserves to move up with some grenades while we held off the rebels on the bridge. I'm gritting my teeth as I fire at one rebel after another, moving in the air to try and avoid getting blown away myself! I spot a young redhead standing against the railing. Her hair's pulled back in pigtails and the freckles on her cheeks make her look younger than she probably was.

"Gotcha, slut" I say to myself as I fire at her. She's too busy shooting at one of my sisters, so when I tag her with my blaster, she's caught completely off guard. My lasers slam into her chest, smoke sizzling from the wounds as her whole body goes rigid and taut.

"G-GAH! THE FUCK!" she looks down in surprise, blood oozing down her front. Teetering on the edge of the bridge, the girl looks for help desperately from the other rebels, but they're too busy to do anything but try and survive; she's on her own. Eyes rolling back, the girl lets out a pitiful moan before tumbling right off of the bridge, "EEEEEEEEYAAAAHHHHhhhhhhh----" only her gun is left of her now, the rest just more meat for the acid.

I spot another rebel just as she blows away one of my sisters, the blonde trooper not standing a chance as she's raked by lasers. Even before my slain sister has time to finish her scream, I'm filling her killer with lasers! The girl grunts and jerks as I rain death down on her, and finally she falls backwards, landing ontop of some ammo crates. Gasping up towards the sky as blood trickles from her mouth, the girl's body jerks and writhes gently, her legs hanging over the edge of the crate as cum oozes down her thigh and she dies.

"Grenades are ready, ma'am!" Shouts a perky young brunette.

"Good! Let 'em loose!" T89 cries out, hurling one herself.

Almost immediately, the bridge is covered in explosions! Rebels are flying over the edge one after the other as ammo crates explode, and grenades send deadly shrapnel into warm flesh. The screams are loud and constant!

I throw a grenade myself, grinning as it lands beneath an AA gun manned by an unaware blonde with short hair with braids running through it. She's all smiles as she fires on us, but when the grenade goes off, the entire cannon goes up in flames! With her still on it! "FYAAAAAAH!" she's thrown backwards and off the bridge, killed before she'd even knew what'd hit her.

"Suck that, bitch!" I call after her. The bridge was almost clear, the surviving rebels running for safety but easily killed by more grenades, or strafing runs.

The bridge is falling apart as I make a second pass of it, lasers blasting through the chest and belly of one of the rebels still fighting. She stumbles back and falls shrieking off the side of the bridge, the railing long since broken off.

I rub a hand deftly between my thighs as I watch her fall towards the acid so far below. The smooth fabric of my panties is wet with my own lust, and at least one unexpected orgasm, and I grind it against my aching pussy needfully. The rebels were on the retreat now, the bridge thoroughly destroyed as it shed creaking metal girders and screaming rebel sluts into the green lake of acid. The corpses of dozens of both troopers and rebels dot the green landscape, most of them now just skeletal remains trapped inside their laser-scorched uniforms.

How many sluts had I sent screaming down to their deaths below? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and even as my hand pulls away from my needy loins to once again clutch my blaster, I can feel another orgasm building in me. I grit my teeth against the pleasure, however, and return to the fight.

My sisters are rallying. There're far fewer than when we'd started our assault, but there were still enough to finish off the rebel forces. I rejoin the ranks even as they begin to pursue the fleeing rebels. The smoking remains of the bridge is left behind as we fire on the backs of our enemies.

Occasionally a laser connects, and a rebel whore falls from their formation, clutching and howling out in agony and despair as they plummet to the acid below. Eventually the remaining rebels realize that they weren't going to be able to just run away, and they turn to fight. The far end of the acid pool is well within sight now, and we can see scurrying rebels trying to evacuate before we overtake them. The whores still in the air would try to delay us reaching the others, that was obvious.

When they turn to fight, we don't slow down. Several troopers around me are struck by blaster fire! A blonde rears back as a laser catches her right in the throat. Her tongue jabs out from between her lips as she lets out a desperate choking gurgle, blood trickling from her lips as she clutches at the deadly wound helplessly. She spirals out of control, falling out of the formation even as she bucks and creams her panties almost submissively, killed so easily by some rebel bitch.

Another trooper bites the dust nearby. She takes several laser blasts to her perky young tits. She lets out a guttural cry of pain as she grabs at her smoking breasts. "URRRRAAAGH!", she's fucking toast though. The brunette's body twists in the air, her brown hair held in place by several hairclips as her feet kick instinctively from the pain rushing through her. Smoke trailing from her jetpack, she falls like the other weak sluts that had been killed in the battle so far. I'm still alive though!

I fly around the falling corpse of the brunette and open fire myself. My lasers tag the slim expanse of a neon-green haired rebel girl's belly. A lot of the rebels had begun dying their hair it seemed, probably some attempt to explore their newfound freedom after escaping the Imperial forces; dumb bitches. The green haired slut's belly thrusts forward as it soaks up the lasers, her legs spreading and a thick stream of cum running down her leg as she howls out, "YAAAAAAAAAIIIII!", I stifle a moan as I enjoy sending another bitch to her death.

I see a rebel zap a short-haired redhead above me. From the angle the rebel's at, she manages to trace a line of laserfire right along the poor trooper's pussy and lower gut, destroying her womanhood even as she kills her. Even I can't help but wince a little at the trooper's bad luck, that had to hurt! The slain trooper howls and thrashes in the air as she's sterilized by the hot laser fire seconds before her life is ended by the same. She plummets right past me, her eyes half-lidded and her mouth a little open as she spends the last seconds of her life in shock from the damage done by the lasers.

I kill the rebel slut that'd killed her though. The bitch doesn't even have time to re-aim her weapon before my lasers tear open her chest.

"NGGAAAAAAAH!!"

Killer becomes killed, and I score another point as the rebel bitch falls backwards, doubling over almost as blood runs down her front and she perishes.

Then something happens that I wasn't expecting! Hot pain runs through my body as laser-fire erupts from my belly. Blood splatters as I look down in horror, n...no! My whole body pushes forward as my deathscream erupts from me, and I'm helpless to stop it. A final shot bursts from between my small tits and I know for sure that I'd just been killed!

"AIIIIIIIIIEE!!!" Just like the slut I'd blown away after she'd killed my sister, some rebel bitch had just blown ME away! I hadn't even seen her lining up her shot... but that hadn't stopped her from taking it. My body convulses as I try to grapple with the knowledge that I was about to die. My ass clenches in my rippling pink panties, the taut muscles shuddering as my jetpack sputters and chokes with smoke.

I don't see the girl a dozen feet behind me, her pink hair done up in intricate braids and a smug smile on her face as she watches my body convulse. "Gotcha, bitch" she says to herself, smoke curling from the tip of her blaster.

My body arches back as my jetpack sputters to a stop, and I'm falling. The air rushing past my head doesn't drown out the sounds of the fight continuing all around me. My arms are flailing, as though they were trying to grab onto something to stop my fall. I fall away from the battle regardless, however, and I finally get a glimpse of my killer as she watches me plummet... then she turns and fires on another trooper, looking for her next kill already.

It's only then that I realize that I was still screaming. My lungs hurt, and I can feel blood gurgling in my throat. "GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA---" my deathcry follows me all the way down into the acid, where I land on my back. I'm quickly wrapped up in the sticky acidic goo. It felt like some kind of gelatin that had been left in the sun too long, slimy but sticky all at the same time. It slithers over me as I reach towards the sky, my shoulders trying to lift.

I can feel it as it sneaks into my blaster wounds, breaking down my tender organs swiftly as I buck and cry out in desperate humiliation and agony. All around me other slain troopers and rebels fight against the inevitable, succumbing one by one. A trooper nearby has already been half-digested, her glazed over eyes staring at me even as I feel another orgasm wrack my ravaged body.

"NGGGHH..." I practically grunt out as cum soaks into my slime-slickened panties. I jam a hand downwards to try and massage the overly tender meat of my pussy, but I notice that my hand is practically just bone already. A final choking sob escapes me as I collapse backwards, my legs spread and my chest thrust up almost defiantly. Even as I watch a rebel fight against her impending death, I perish. My final thoughts are of embarrassment; I hadn't survived, and now my bones would bleach in the acid with the other girls who'd been shot out of the sky... and I'd been so close... so close!

It was hours later that the battle ended decisively. The troopers eventually overtook the rebel position and put down the last of their forces. Several rebel leaders were captured and executed, and the surviving troopers were given an opportunity to rest. Soon enough they were called out once more, this time to dredge the acid pit.

All of the corpses had to be removed from the pit if the garbage disposal system was to remain untainted. Bones were caught up in large acid-resistant nets, and they'd be disposed of later. For now, the bones of the slain troopers and rebels just dried in large bundles of netting, somewhere amongst them the bones of T55's many victims that day... and of T55 herself, another body pending disposal after falling in service to an Empire that saw her as expendable.

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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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Haha, I hope these aren't getting boring! I just can't help but write scenarios using Raul's troopers.

This one is gonna have a part 2 as well I think! There's a secondary force of scuba-troopers waiting to use the main landing as a distraction while they sneak up a nearby cliff, and I feel it's in everyone's best interest that I have them do that. :)

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There was no feeling like it.

 

My belly is in knots. I’m scared. I’m excited. I’m horny as fuck. I’m about to die.

The soft roll of the small ship I’m on, as waves lap against its bow, is soothing and nauseating at the same time. Around me my sisters are bunched together; we’ve been packed like sardines in the small naval landing-craft, and the sound of gunfire was getting closer. The large exit ramp blocks our view though; all we can feel is the gentle spray of misting water that sneaks over the edge of the ship.

 My body is squeezed between a blonde and brunette, our thin uniforms doing little to minimize the sensation of warm flesh pressed against our nearly naked bodies. My white panties are already damp at the crotch, and I’m blushing even as I try hard to hide any emotion on my face. A few roaming hands had been quickly stamped out by our sergeant, S67 looming over us as she stands on a mid-height platform.

 

“Remember, sluts. Your job is to distract those rebel bitches while the other divisions flank them. If you run out of ammo, don’t let them know, just keep firing! We want them thinking you’re a threat! We’ll take the beach as best we can, but your job is to be a target, not a hero!”

 

I swallow nervously. That knot in my belly tightens at the sergeant’s reminder. My hand slides over my own bare belly, as though checking for any lumps that knot might be forming. I feel another hand slide over my ass and I bite my lip as the casual fingers of one of my fellow troopers takes out some of her anxiousness by teasing me with gentle strokes. S67 ruins the moment by bellowing out a final warning.

 

“Here we go! Get in that water and take that beach, you slugs!”

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Nashala was standing alone in her chambers on the North Island a horrible place for non demoness it had been months since akkara was captured and hidden away from the world her other sister Ishala now classed as a traitor the other demoness's in the council did not seem to care about akkara Vashala mentioned it once but Luvala had dubbed it unnecessary to even look for her so it fell down to Nashala it seemed and her only or so she thought sitting down now she felt a presence in the room with her.alt
 
Turning to see Chaos smiling at her not with your council members she smiled Misstress Nashala said bowing what brings you to see me Chaos smile widened akkara she said
What Nashala said surprised I have found her she is locked away in a Tribe vermin Jail on the East Island it took me months to break though the spells that are around the Jail but I am certain she is there! We must go at once Nashala said Do not simply rush in Chaos frowned you will need a force to break though it will not be easy She is one of the council members Nashala said with anger my sister she is all I have other than that traitor bitch! Watch your tone with me Girl Chaos snapped you maybe one of my higher generals but do not think I will not snap your neck I'm sorry Nashala said bowing again I will need a small army she said well do you not think I have not seen that chaos said go out to the balcony Nashala cautiously made her way to the balcony to be greeted with a impressive sight a huge force of demoness Siege Breakers Elite who let up a cheer FOR OUR QUEEN! behold Chaos said your army needed and You will be leading it against any resistance and you will be given your own armor for your needs a chance to fight for you and my sister! Nashala said I welcome it go down to the armory at once Nashala found herself putting on armor some Nameless where there getting themselves ready also they saluted as soon as they saw Nashala we will follow your command Nashala felt like she was the Queen with the army she had a small thing that questioned her mind aa  but that was soon answered My mistress Nashala said to the woman standing in a Siege Breaker uniform how has our Queen given permission for such a force? That is simply Chaos said pointing Nashala turned to see Sapphire standing there My Queen Nashala bowed again Rise Nashala Sapphire said I have granted you this army to bring back my last council member but do not forget who allowed you to have such a force I expect victory from you these women will follow your lead and I will check in from time to time to see how it goes Chaos and I expect great things from you so do not let me down yes my Queen I shall not disappoint you! The East Island will not hold akkara any longer! but before I go there are some weapons a general must be equipped with sure enough there where two swords waiting for there owner to pick them up Nashala picked up them and smiled they will kill many tribes for taking her away from me she said Sapphire had already gone See that it happens Chaos said before turning to leave your forces await your command to move out do not disappoint me or your queenalt
With that and now Nashala leading a force that would help with the capture of territory on the East island but there main focus was where akkara was being held a prison underground beside a fortress so the fortress would need to be sized first from what Nashala could understand that the area surrounding the Fortress was being fought over so her army arriving would be a welcome sight to assist the Generals already fighting but to keep the real reason why the army was raised to only a few key members in order to stop any attempts of akkara being moved now was the travel of such a force to the Island it would take a few days by sea only to arrive at the dockyards held by the Queens forces but as always a risk of being fired upon from the cliff edges that where always crawling with Batak
 
Mind yourself along the cliff's Nashala cautioned the archers in her boat as they made there way past the cliffs it was quiet along the coast for a change but that was soon interrupted as arrows began hitting the boats and women get down! a nameless archer said to Nashala who ducked as more arrows thundered into the boat hitting a woman square in the chest sending her flying over the boat side Return fire Nashala yelled Fire order's where heard along all the boats alta volley of arrows flew upwards towards the cliffs Nashala smiled on seeing a few Batak falling down to the rocks belowalt Die she thought you scum The boat was still taking heavy fire but it had lessened as they approached the end of the cliff the docks of the Queenalt now in sight as they continued are you alright a nameless officer asked Nashala who nodded I am fine we suffered minimal losses she said looking a few dead women laying in the boat a pity Nashala said but with that stepping off the boat finally off that thing Nashala frowned I hate boats there slow walking as a General approached Nashala she saw her coming over Hail she said bowing a I was informed that you would be arriving it is a honour to see you here a member of aa the council and advisory to our Queen here! I am here for a reason yes yes the General said I have been informed your army is to leave for the front as soon as you are off the boats and ready to leave the docks
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I will be joining you with my Wild Elite and other forces the General said looking behind her at the busy Fortress yard there where hundreds of women going about there duty's gathering weapons go and see to your forces then Nashala said I will let you know when we are ready of course the General said walking away
a demoness approached Nashala who is that general her armor is different to those around her what makes her so special that General is one of the few who have lasted and done great things for our army and forces Lissa Is her name and she has been rewarded for her services nether the less we have a lot to do of course Nashala left the docks and found Lissa again in the barracks You have quite the reputation around here Lissa smiled You are as ruthless as they say Nashala I look forward to seeing you in battle I am when I have to be Nashala replied how greater of a force do we have as a strong force to deal with anything the Tribe filth throw at us we will get your sister back Lissa said pointing at the map once you are ready to leave we shall travel to the fortress here and then from there assist in taking the fortress first then here is where akkara is being held my scouts and path finders have already said the battle taking place there is showing no signs of ending but our arrival will make a big impact good Nashala said looking at the map my sister will be free! she said tightening her fists and those who dare stand in my way will suffer!
 
a fair distance away Linn was addressing something troubling I saw scouts around the area near the ruins a panting south tribe had said This is not a issue another woman said there are always scouts in that area nothing ever comes from it the battle there has been going on for weeks now! Maybe so Linn said but we cannot risk the prisoner being released or worse Who is down there the woman said I hear its someone valuable it is of no concern to you Linn said we cannot risk information like this being released as far as the Queen filth know this fortress a is of no tactical advantage and it will remain that way Linn was unaware of the force of some size heading towards there position and by the time she knew something was wrong it would of been too late to even retreat or move akkara from her prison Freedom was the only thing on Nashala's mind and soon it would be so or she would die trying
 
We are ready to move on your order miss the officers are all ready and have there orders to assist the fighting we will go on your mark very well then Nashala smiled we shall move now Go and bring joy to those who see us arrive and fear to those who stand in our way!alt
it was a strange feeling walking with her army but Nashala was quite content with it so this is what it feels like she thought her bodyguard consisting of Siege Breakers and Nameless walked around her in silence there job was to protect Nashala with there lives above them demoness archers aa flew around aa there was no danger yet of any arrow fire as they where deep in Queen territory they would arrive at the battlefield in a few hours General Lissa had already moved to boost the forces fighting along the lines they would break of suddenly and advance on the fortress containing akkara with out little warning there would be no way the tribes would be able to move her without being spotted but the task of the fortress and guards within it would be of no easy feat they had ladders and siege towers to be made at a instant but there would be a constant threat of Batak archers and south tribe and guardian advances while such things would be constructed the sky was grey and overcast once more the marching was going quickly it was a rare chance for Nashala as she often traveled by flying but this was important to walk as her bodyguards could not also fly the weight of the Siege Breaker amour would be hard to even get off the ground let alone fly around but for once Nashala did not mind she had her thoughts elsewhere more so the upcoming battle she was unaware of the outcome but seeing her sister again watching as she walked the plants and grass dying in her wake she was much like Vashala and that her presence often killed living plants and other things it was one way the tribes could track the council members as normally where they where things died... Nashala a Wild Elite Path finder said Just ahead of us there's a battle taking place the General is also in the battle I saw her what should we do? We will assist them quickly now Nashala said the cheer of fighting going along the march sending the Wild Elite and Nameless in first to assist whatever remains of the army this General needed Go! Nashala heard as officers yelling to keep ranks as they charged around the corner unaware of what they would be running into almost instantly arrow fire began thundering down around them Shields Up almost the Nameless and Sige Breakers where instant in raising and following the Command the wild elite where slightly slower causing a few to be hit instantly cries of pain and shock echoed around Nashala she did not mind she quite enjoyed it stepping over the fallen women heading around the corner to see Tribe and South Tribes fighting the battle was far from over it seemed Nashala's forces had arrived just in time from what she could see the General right in the middle of the battle Charge! Nashala saw South Tribes advancing at a fast pace towards them Finally the first Tribe filth will die! dodging a spear thrust before pushing her sword into the south tribe die! Nashala roared knocking a blonde south tribe to the floor before cutting her throatalt
fighting there way towards the General who was down but alive Nashala had heard the tribes sound of retreat they had some time before the Batak would probably start shooting at the Queen's lines to pick off any survivors Nashala approached the downed General who was still alive with a arrow in her side and leg she saw Nashala and smiled it's a honor to see you! alt
*Cough* a General Lissa was right *cough* I hoped I would of seen you under better circumstances but Tell me what happened here We where told to fight for the ruins behind me as they are a good place to setup another Base Camp *cough* but the Tribe forces where stronger than expected victory was assured but with a surprise attack from a group of Guardians and South tribe Nashala bent down next to the General you have done well You have not failed your Queen nor me Nashala smiled some Death Seekers drifted over towards Nashala not saying a word as they approached before stopping orders? one of them aa said Tend to this General at once Nashala said bring her and any survivors to Nashala looked around hoping to spot the Generals camp where is your Camp General? Its now in the ruins we just captured she said trying to point General Lissa should be there her forces *cough* where flanking Bring her there then Nashala said to the Death Seekers I shall have a word with General Lissa
 
Sure enough Lissa was in the ruins sat down on the remains of a building she saw Nashala approach Greeting she said standing I am glad you made it safely You left that General to die at the ruins entrance Nashala snapped you could of gotten her killed I was certain she would live and she did the General said standing now You left her to die I did not the General said again how dare you accuse someone so loyal to the Queen of such a thing I can accuse do you know why? Nashala smiled I can see you for what you are General a coward and not worthy of a general title am I right? No That other General also know's your secret and you hoped she would die in that battle so it would be safe but I know it know and you are not going to stop me from freeing akkara are you Lissa frowned before grabbing her sword she was fast but Nashala was faster and without a moments pause she stabbed the General who slid down the ruins before landing on the floor die now Nashala said making sure she was deadalt
did you really have to kill a General? Chaos said appearing behind Nashala she was no General but a coward a fake fair enough Chaos said I guess that means your army is now bigger good news I am here to also tell you Linn is also present at this fortress you are due to attack soon and she still has some strange vendetta against you still?

Wonderful Nashala said standing Linn typical she would be here but no matter West Beserkers are not much of a threat Use caution Chaos said there will be some battles that need to be won before the fortress and Linn will stop at nothing to see you dead remember that yes Misstress Nashala said stepping over Lissa and walking off to see the Other General
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Another story inspired by Beancooler/Raul's great take on Imperial Troopers. With Zoey (and a Stephy cameo, hehe) for good measure!

I decided to write out T94's side of the battle to defend the Imperial cruiser her and T55 were stationed on. :)

Hope you guys like it!

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T94 was proud.

Proud to be a Trooper.

Proud to have been entrusted with the duty of defending the airlock

Proud to serve the Empress.

But most of all she was proud to be given the chance to kill some rebel sluts.

The petite redhead savoured the scant minutes left before the fight would begin. She moved down the hallway with T100 and T44, while barely acknowledging either of them. Her pert breasts pressed against the slightly stretchy fabric of her black crop top, and the soft click of her bootheels on the reflectively polished floor of the hallway brought her a slice of calming rhythm before the storm; words would have only spoiled it.

The young trooper's braided pigtails bounced against her shoulders as she marched, and a smile beamed from between her freckled cheeks, and below a likewise freckled nose. She had the look of a girl, but the mind of a killer. That she could be dead in mere moments was a thought left to linger in the depths of her subconscious, rejected out of sheer impossibility and ignored out of a fear she would never admit to.

As the three troopers rounded the final turn before the airlock, they found themselves facing a rather large contingent of sister-troopers. There were twenty of them or so, all kneeling behind the ribbed support beams that ran down the smaller branch-hallway, or pressed against the smooth white plastic which covered the walls. All of them had their weapons raised, their silent muzzles pointing towards the airlock at the end of the hallway.

"Get in position, sluts! If you survive this, remind me to give you each a whipping for your insolent tardiness!" The commander was a tall blonde, her body pockmarked by several scars and at least one old puckered blaster-wound just below her left breast. T94--Zoey, she liked to call herself in the dark, when no-one but her closest bunkmates were listening--knew better than to even consider questioning either order and snapped a salute.

"Ma'am!" Her response was quick, her body stiffening as she raised a fist to her chest in respect for her commanding officer. The sudden jerk of her body caused the fledgling trooper's ass to jiggle slightly in the white briefs she wore. The other two followed suit, and all three quickly found space amongst the troopers already in position.

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(This will be edited over time)

Amazonia: A world inhabited by only female humanoids.

in one region of Amazonia: the entire continent is largely inhabited by tribes of fierce and proud, and beautiful, Amazon women. These tribes of women wear mostly loin clothes made of animal fur or cloth. Likely this piece of clothing is the only clothing she will wear her entire life. Chieftesses of a tribe will wear headdresses of feathers, to symbolize their status As the one leader of her clan. But this status can be short lived: as any woman I the tribe can kill the Chieftess for the headdress and the role of Chieftess. When killed: the new Chieftess parades around her tribe, carrying the corpse of the past chief, and keeping her body as a trophy. 

Beauty is respected above all else in Amazonia. Both in life and in death. When a Amazon dies: likely an Amazon will lay the corpse down and indulge in a night of pleasures with the body, allowing the spirit to move on. A enemy warrior may take the body of her fallen for and use it for her own purposes: whether this is giving her her final rites, flipping the body over to use her butt as a cover or draping the body over her horse.

Warfare was common among tribes. But raids were likely to be weekly. A single tribe would raid their neighbors for non-warriors, the desire to scalp a warrior or the desire to count a coup. Before a raid or conflict: young unmarried non-warrior women stripped themselves of their loin clothes and wore beads around their waist and would dance in front of her warrior sisters hopefully leading to her first night of pleasure. The next morning: warriors adorned themselves in war paint and rode off to battle. In battle: amazons use their stone hatchets, bows and arrows and other tribal weapons. 

The hope of warriors young and old: was that if they were to die, they would lay dead beautifully.

Marriage between two women was not judged by age. A girl could marry a woman far older than her. Marriage regarding a Chieftess allowed her to take multiple wives. 

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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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Hi, It's one of my story. The characters are Zoey (I think you know her ^^), Grace X, SeaQuester, Dev and me. They are all my friends on FetNoir :) I hope you like this story :)

The Ultimate Combat
"Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to our big fight to the death in the evening! Today we have a shock fight: champion, Grace, who has 348 victories against the leader for the title of champion: Julia, who has 153 victories. I remind you the rules: there is no law to objects on the ring, and the fighter wins, require that his opponent is no longer alive. "So, dear Viewer, this evening Grace or Julia will die. '' Shouts the commentator. "And now, behold the combatants! Grace goes on the ring, accompanied by his girlfriend, Zoey and her manager, SeaQuester. She wears a black bikini one-piece with a Crown in gold on the head, meaning that it is the champion. Grace is a large Brown, lean but muscular. Her face is truly sublime and she has a beautiful body. Zoey is a small redhead cute, much less muscular than his girlfriend but beautiful. SeaQuester is a handsome man, tall and muscular. He is the coach of Grace for several years. After a sensational entry of the trio, here is Julia, a French small who arrives on the scene, accompanied by his sidekick Jon, a much larger man and that muscular women.
Once the two combatants are facing in the ring, we can compare the templates and many think that Julia has little chance to defeat Grace. Zoey laughs because she is convinced that the fight is going to be fast. The bell rings and the battle begins. The crowd began to bet (especially for the victory of Grace). The combatants were observed and Grace eventually attack. It darkens on Julia. Julia dove into the side and connected with a punch in the back. But Grace does not respond, turns and dark on Julia. Julia re dodges and restores punched in the back. This irritates Grace. She decides to dive on Julia by grasping it by the size. 2 women themselves ashore. Grace is recovering first and takes Julia by the hair. It a it record and sends it on steel poles, in the corner of the ring. The shock was brutal. Julia crumbles to the ground. Grace takes Julia by the hair and the blocks before the ring post. Julia is sounded. Grace runs in its direction and crashed into it. Julia is blocked between Grace and the post. Then Grace loose taken; Julia falls on the ground. The public knows that Grace has won and that it won't delay to give the final blow. While Julia is ashore, Grace is celebrating its future victory and mocks Julia. What she does not know, is that Julia regains consciousness and arrives to recover. While Grace is trying to celebrate his victory, Julia rises and moves in the back of Grace. Zoey tries to warn Grace but Grace do not hear It means that the crowd that screams. Julia comes behind Grace and gives a great kick between the legs of Grace. Her vagina was awarded the kick. Grace let out a huge scream and fell on his knees while his sex. Grace cared more combat, it was too bad. Julia took the opportunity and went behind Grace. She caught him the shot with both hands, while Grace had her hands in her panties and stood her vagina that made him very badly. She had no time to react, Julia was by train from the strangled. Grace struggled without a win. Julia held her neck and does not let go. Zoey was screaming "Go through, you can get out you of it and beat this slut!". But Grace did not hear She was too busy trying to survive and she had much evil to her vagina. SeaQuester was stunned by the ferocity of Julia, and Dev was overjoyed. Julia dropped not blow from the champion, despite his kicks and punches. The face of Grace began to become red, his eyes closed, Zoey was crying and Dev applauded. Julia dropped neck of Grace when the latter was not breathing. Zoey was in tears, SeaQuester and the public were amazed. Everyone expected a quick victory of Grace but Julia had demonstrated that she was formidable and had to earn the respect of everyone. It gave the Crown of champion Julia and Dev came to the ring to join her friend. Julia approached the corpse of Grace and he took off her panties, revealing her vagina which was still red of the kick it had given him. The drooling out of the mouths of Grace. Julia stroked her vagina and then returned a finger inside. Zoey who was crying, lives the scene; She climbed on the ring, angry, and will run in the direction of Julia. Julia was too busy having fun with the clitoris of Grace. Zoey arrived behind Julia, she put a hand on his forehead and another on his chin. She turned to a quick his hands and broke the neck of Julia. The body of Julia fell, inert on the body of Grace. The head of Julia arose between the two breasts of Grace. Dev turned and saw his friend getting killed by Zoey. It will run in the direction of Zoey, while she started to undress Julia. She had time to remove the panties, revealing her butt and vagina of Julia. Dev lunged on Zoey and took the head, then... CRACK. Zoey neck broke. The body of Zoey had fallen to the floor. His head rested on the vagina of Julia. SeaQuester and the public wasn't the scene with amazement. On the ring, single Dev was standing, with the body of Grace as well as Julia and Zoey. The scene was really erotic that Dev couldn't help to finish naked corpses of 3 women and presentations to the public. The audience that was mostly composed of men, was very happy to discover the bodies of 3 beautiful naked women. Then Dev plaça corpses in an erotic position: Grace was sitting against the post while the head of Zoey was on her vagina and Julia was suspended above Grace with her vagina that touched the head of Grace. The drooling out of Grace and Julia's mouth while the bladder of Zoey was being let go. Dev left the ring leaving a magnificent scene that was very pleasure to the public. Meanwhile, SeaQuester was still under the shock, Grace lost and Zoey were dead. He realized that Dev had humiliated these 3 women, including two who were her friends. He swore that it vengeance. Then he left the ring edge, not daring touched the corpses at the risk of being booed by the audience.
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Notes on setting, Character and story
The situation is as my last story was. Women chased down in a fantasy situation and their bodies judged for "points" in a deadly blood sport like none other.
The setting is an abandoned summer camp that has been acquired by a private hunting lodge and converted into closed sporting area.
Ken and Amanda, a young couple with a interest in the bizarre new game have taken to the field as hunters.
Ken is a young experienced hunter who normally hunts deer in Kentucky.
Amanda, Red headed young woman with an athletic volley-ball build waivers between feminist outrage, curiosity, and sometimes outright excitement, though she hides this from her boyfriend.
Our doomed heroine this time will be the popular Brittany-girl (No obtrusive sexuality)
. We join her in her final exploits early morning inside the camp. The hunters are hosting a pre-season warm up game and Brittany finds herself being pursued by a group of enthusiastic men looking to score some points by successfully bringing down the skinny vivacious DS vixen.
When I say "girl" I use shorthand slang for women in their 20's. No acceptations.

The girls had been gathered in the reconstructed meeting hall of the camp. In the center there was sets of clothing laying out, all following the color scheme of light brown, the lining or hemming white. "don't worry ladies." A voice over a speaker said. "we wont make you go out there dressed in bright pinks or reds, we actually prefer to not lose very much of you after all. We don't want to spend money to acquire new talent." Brittany dug through the pile and found what looked like a "tank-kini" bathing suite. A cross between the bikini bottoms but with a more modest matching tank top. Like the other clothes it was light brown and trimmed with white.
She excused herself to a corner and switched into the suite. It was surprisingly comfortable, made out of athletic material for jogging or sports play. She next walked over to a pile of tennis shoes, all brown with white to match the outfits and selected her size.
"These actually are pretty good shoes!" she gushed. A few of the other girls stared at her strangely. "even if they are kind of ugly, I mean comfort counts. Right?" She suddenly felt very silly and stopped herself form adding anymore.
The voice from the speaker was suddenly back "Three minutes" .
The girls where all waiting in a fenced in area outside the gathering hall now. A horn sounded and two large gates swung open. A flock of young women gushed through the opening. Chattering and whispering good lucks in low voices. Brittany jogged along a group of three other girls. All wearing the same colored clothing. But the clothing itself was different styles. One girl had short jogging shorts and a t-shirt, another was wearing a one-piece athletic suite like a gymnast. Still a third had a tank top and a short tennis skirt. As she jogged and the wind teased the skirt up her matching brown and white bloomers could be seen complimenting her over all outfit.

They had jogged for about five minutes when suddenly there was a loud "clang". The girl in the skirt yelped and fell over. All three other women stopped and stared at the girl on the ground. "OH NO! WAS SHE SHOT?" the girl in the one piece asked.
"No I'm fine, I'm fine. My ankle is stuck in something." Kelly was already looking at the offending object. A kind of rubber guarded bear trap with no metal teeth. The girl's ankle was unharmed but held firmly by the gripping rubber coated mouth.
"does it hurt?!" The girl in the shorts asked.
"No, it doesn't hurt at all, didn't even break skin. I'm just stuck." She tried in vain to open the grip on the trap. "what a stupid trap," The one piece wearing girl said. "If it can't kill us then what's the point of having it here?"

Brittany had a sinking feeling. "To slow the rest of us down". The other three girls looked at her. Kelly began to explain. "She's not hurt or dead, so we wont want to leave her behind. This way when the hunter comes back for the trap well all be right here. waiting…"

Their eyes were all wide open now. "Wait no!" the stuck girl suddenly realized what the implications were. If the others wanted to live they would have to leave her to the hunters. Brittany could already here a group approaching. Before she could talk herself out of it and get herself killed Brittany turned and bolted up a small hill on the far side of the trail and hid behind a tree. The girl in jogging shorts came quickly behind her, pumping her legs fast.
The one piece girl though stayed with the stuck skirt and tried prying at the trap. Kelly watched a tense group of three young men cautiously approaching the two girls in the middle of the trail. "Oh this next part is going to be bad sweetie" Brittany said to the jogger.
The three hunters had gotten off the trail and were approaching the girls through the woods running alongside the road. They looked like frat brothers from some silly Delta Omega campus home or something.
The pretty girl in the one piece was still bent over the trap. Her long red hair fluttering in the breeze. Her brown eyes flitting over the mechanism that held the skirted girl down. She was unaware a quick end to
her existence was now imminent. Now one took aim. Kelly winced and bit her lower lip. There was only a short pause.
There was a loud pop and the red head jerked. The bullet struck her just underneath her left breast. She placed her left hand gently over the wound. Here eyes were squeezed shut and her lips pressed together in pain. She remained in her sitting position, not attempting to get up or run. Here eyes lulled slightly and her lips were ever so slightly parted. The hunters were approaching now casually.
The red head fell backwards, her one hand still held against her wound the other arm flung away slightly from her body. Meanwhile the skirted girl struggled uselessly with her ankle trap. They were about ten feet away now. One of the hunters stopped and aimed again at the dying red head. He fired and the bullet struck her in her upper stomach. The girl arched her back in pain. Her heals dug into the dirt and every muscle in her body tensed and held. With this dramatic motion her one piece was pulled close to her body, clinging to every curve. Kelly could see her figure was near perfect. Her thighs were toned and taught with muscle, her stomach had the soft two outline curves of feminine stomach muscle and her breasts where firm and full.
The girl held the arc position for a amazing five seconds, then sudden she let out a long slow moan. Her muscles relaxing and going slack against her will. She seemed to deflate almost, slowly melting into repose. Finally her entire body was limp and spread out on the ground. It was over. Her mouth hung just barely open and she closed her eyes. She could almost have looked like she was sleeping.
Seeing her comrade's end the skirt girl jumped up to her feet and began pulling her leg up hard and fast in a attempt to dislodge the trap from the ground. Her skirt flying wildly.
Another hunter took a kneeling position and aimed. There was another pop and the skirt girl jerked with the hit. The bullet struck here directly between her breasts. For a brief second here pretty straight brown hair fluttered with the wind and her big blue eyes crossed hard. A look of shock across her face. It could almost have been comical.
Now suddenly her eyes uncrossed and rolled up in her head. At the same time here eyelids closed shut. She let out a brief loud, girlish sigh and collapsed. First to her knees then she fell to her right side. Her skirt flew up and rested above her waste. Her brown and white bloomers pulled taut against her buttocks, the soft curve of her bottom displayed perfectly and the exposed white skin along the edges of her rump where the bloomer did not cover played well with the colors of the fabric.
The hunters came forward. Whooping and cheering. The one who took the skirt girl got to his kill first. He slowed down and prodded her thigh just underneath the buttock with his gun barrel. The girl's body rocked back and forth gently but she did not move. Her eyes were also closed now and her tongue had lulled out and rested limply against her bottom lip.
The hunter put his gun barrel underneath the girls wrist which was lying against her stomach and lifted her arm slightly above her body. He directed the limp arm up higher and away from her torso then let it flop to the ground. Satisfied she was dead he called for his friend to take his picture. He kneeled behind her and lifted her upper torso up for the camera with his left hand and held her head so her face was visible with his right. The photo was snapped and he gently laid her back down. "pretty little thing isn't she!" he exclaimed.
The other hunter walked up to the dead redhead. "She has perfect hip proportions. I love her eight figure!" He exclaimed.
"Poor brave redhead" Kelly though.
He bent down at her upper torso and leaned over her. He took her chink in one hand gently and put his other hand against the back of her head . he gave it a small jerk quickly and there were to little snapping noises (click, click). "Just to be sure, Don't want her suddenly regaining consciousness on the way back to camp.
The Third hunter took out a clipboard and a small length of measuring tape. He handed it to the hunter with the redhead. The hunter leaning next to the skirt girl took out a pair of calipers. The girl in the traps skirt still rested above her hip and the hunter bent down near the middle of her body. He pinched the female's buttocks through the soft fabric of her bloomers and measured the flesh between his fingers with the small device. "she's only two percent body fat on the rump!" he announced.
Meanwhile the other hunter had wrapped the tape measure around the dead Red heads calves, then her thighs. He very gently rolled her onto her belly, and now measured the diameter of her butt. He rolled her over again onto her back and measured her hips and the deep curve at the center of her eight figure. "damn near perfect". He exclaimed. He jotted his measurements down on a piece of paper. "she had to be a nine at least!" he shouted back to his friends. And now he turned to measure her ample bosoms. "These are gonna be a ton of points right here too!" Kelly watched the hunter recording the dead girl's measurements and felt angry at those sexist pigs. "OUR LOOKS! IS THIS WHAT THIS IS ABOUT!" she whispered angrily. At least the red head still had that peaceful serene look on her face. Eyes gently closed.
The trap killer had pulled the skirt off of his victim and had finished most of his measurements too. "This one could beat your chick I think!". He now hefted the dead girl over is shoulder with his right arm and balanced her there. He gave her rump a light smack with his opposite hand. "Hardly anything on this little gazelle other then woman toned muscle."

The other hunter now lifted the one piece girl over his shoulders. Balancing equal amounts of her upper and lower torso over each shoulder so the bend of her lower stomach was pressed against the back of his neck, her legs bend forward and hung down on his right side her upper torso hung on the left and her arms dangled under her.
"Lets get these ladies back to camp and on display, I want to hear what the other guys think". And they carried the dead women away, their limp bodies rocking slightly on their shoulder. Red's arms swung limply with the motion.
They waited till they were out of sight, then Brittany and the jogger headed away from the kill site.

Brittany and the shorts girl rushed down the other side of the hill. "Holy CRAP!" the golden blonde jogger exclaimed. "Look out!". Brittany looked across the field in front of them and saw a young couple wearing hunting gear staring at them in utter shock.
"OH KEN LOOK! THERES TWO!" the red haired woman shouted. The jogger ran to the left and Brittany Took off to the right.
"just my luck". Brittany thought. "I stumbled right into some". The hunters were just as surprised as the girls. And watched both young ladies run in different directions. "Which one?" the man asked. Kelly listened as she ran. "The dark haired one!" the other girl gushed. Brittany Felt a sudden rush of panic "Me?! Why me?!"
"OK lets get her!". Brittany glanced over her shoulder and to her horror saw that the hunters were ignoring the blonde who's ponytail bobbed in the air as she ran, making her escape. They were both running full out after her.
Brittany ran towards a group of cabins. If she could get into one she could then run out the back and give them the slip. She crossed the field with all the strength in her legs. Pushing herself to speeds she didn't know she could get to. She looked over her shoulder and the man had dropped to his knee and was now aiming his bow at her. The woman looked like she was cheering on her favorite team. "Don't let her get away!" Amanda whooped.
"Too late to shoot at me" Brittany thought. I'm already at the door. She reached out and grabbed the handle…only to find it locked. She stood there shocked for a moment. The other cabins! She had to get to one. She turned around for a moment to plan her next move and in the same split second she faced her pursuers Ken let a arrow fly. Brittany watched stunned and unable to move as a dark streak zipped towards her.
Suddenly a force pushed against her so hard it almost made her stumble. There was suddenly a burst of pain in her stomach. Brittany looked down expecting the worst. There was an arrow stuck in her alright. Maybe a inch above her navel and another inch to the left. It had entered her body at slight angle and sunk in at a slant. It had sunk in deep but not exited from the back.
"YES!" Amanda screamed. "WE GOT HER!"
"A DAMN GOOD SHOT WASN'T IT HONEY!" Ken yelled back.
Suddenly Brittany's mind thought back to what the other hunters had said over the bodies of the other girls. "Lets get these ladies back to camp and on display…"
"I don't want to be put on display!" Brittany thought to herself hysterically. That's when her mind shouted back an answer to her. "THEN RUN GIRL! RUN! " Brittany could feel an energy rising up from the back of her thighs and into her buttocks. Before she even knew it she was sprinting with even more strength then she had when running to the cabins. She headed for the trees and the forest ahead. Making it into the cover of the woods before he hunters could follow.
(meanwhile)
Amanda looked perplexed. "I can't believe she could do that! Just run away! I thought she was going to fall down and die."
Ken turned to her. "its harder then that to bring one of these chicks down. She might have been short and slender dear but she was almost all muscle. But don't worry we want her to run anyway."
Amanda turned to him. "we do?"
"yes" can said with a smirk. "Those arrows are hollow on the inside. The arrow head had a tunnel leading to the shaft and out the back of it. The pressure of the arrow hitting her causes a suction that starts literally sucking her blood out, its like she's running away with a vampire on her back.
"Oh, I see. So do we just follow her?" Kelly said
"Yup! After awhile she'll get really tired and sleepy, then we can catch up."
"and then we…" Amanda made the motion for a bow and arrow firing.
"She might already be dead by the time we find her, we just gotta keep her running and wasting energy."
Amanda felt suddenly excited. Sexually charged and aggressive. She suddenly could almost excuse men for objectifying women. This was a thrill! Her and her boyfriend hunting down that pretty dark haired girl. "and her wearing that cute little outfit while we do it!" she thought. This whole scenario was… well kind of sexy. She was going die in something that wasn't much more then underwear. Vulnerable and exposed.
"well lets go get her!" Amanda said with noticeable excitement.

Brittany couldn't convince herself to slow down. She was out of breath and had given herself a headache from all the running but her legs wouldn't let up. It was the pain that finally brought her to a halt. Her entire belly now felt like it was on fire. "OooHH" she moaned and sat down on a log, nervously looking around. She couldn't see her pursuers so she turned her attention to her stomach again. The arrow was still there, sunk in deep into her body. She timidly put one hand on it and tried to give it a tug. There was a ball of sudden pain deep within her. "agghhh!" she let the arrow go. She studied her belly again. It was then that she noticed there didn't seem to be any blood on her athletic tank top. "where's the blood?" she whispered to herself. She put her hands on the wound then under it. Finally she quickly swiped them over the front of her bikini bottoms and pivoted her hips, glancing over her shoulder to see if it had dripped backwards and down her rump as she ran.
She was perplexed when suddenly she heard some dripping and turned her attention to the arrow itself. It was then that she noticed a steady stream of blood coming out of the arrow and dripping away from her body and onto the ground. "that's so strange" , she thought drearily. Then a thought hit her hard. "This means I've left a trail! That they could follo…" It was then that she heard a branch crunch somewhere behind her and Amanda yell "There she is!" Brittany Jumped to her feet and was off and running again.

Ken turned to his girlfriend. "Just a little bit more now Amanda. Not much longer at all!"
Amanda was following the girl with her eyes, watching her legs pump and her rump work under the fabric of her bottoms. Amanda felt fully aroused and more predatory then she ever thought possible. Brittany running made her want to chase more then anything else. And so she did. Her and Ken both.
Brittany found herself slowing down in spite of her urges to go faster. Her stomach still hurt badly. Her legs were now going wobbly and she almost tripped. Suddenly she realized she couldn't get away. She slowed to a walk and found a soft looking patch of grass and fell to her knees. She now knew the hunters trick with the arrow. The more she ran the faster she bled. Her own heart had been used against her to smuggle out her very life without her knowing it. They were keeping her running to help the job along. "so sneaky" she said dreamily.
"I see her!" Amanda yelled from a short distance behind her. Brittany groaned. They were going to get their dead girl to display after all. Brittany's legs now gave up suddenly and she collapsed to her side, then rolled onto her back facing up. Her stomach was still hurting. She now found herself wondering how many points the couple would get for her. More then the skirt girl? Tie with the Red head? Now she looked up and the couple was above her. The girl looked down on her with a look of stimulated excitement. The man stepped forward. "lets finish the poor girl off."
"How do we do it? Amanda asked?"
Ken walked forward. The female had run father then he ever felt possible. With all that blood loss her heart must be weak now. A good sudden shock of pain would stop the beating. He bent over her and grabbed the arrow. Brittany moaned lightly. Now he gave it a quick jerk and pulled it out in one motion.
"UUUUGGHHHHH!!!" Every muscle in Brittany's body tensed With the sudden pain. She arched her back and pulled her one leg in close, she stuck the other out hard, straight along the ground, muscles incredibly tense. Her heart fluttered wildly, then stopped without any warning. "This is it…." Her last thoughts said. This is….." She let out a low moan as she died. "mmhhmmm…"
Amanda watched the girls last minute writhes. She watched the muscles in her stomach and legs and chest tense so strongly. Amanda was holding her breath suddenly as the girl moaned. She was still holding it when every muscle in the woman's body, very slowly, went completely limp. Her eyes closed softly and her head turned to the side. Brittany's limp tongue slowly rolled out of her mouth. There was a final soft sigh. "That's it!" Amanda thought. "She's dead!" Amanda suddenly let out her breath and breathed in hard again. She had a sudden tremor in her mid-driff and she realized she had a mini-orgasm.

Amanda was still breathing hard. "Ken get the camera." She said. She walked over to Brittany's body and got into a kneeling position. She then pulled Brittany's body up into frame and held her by her shoulders. Ken snapped the photo with Amanda triumphantly holding the kill.
Ken bent down and draped Brittany's body over his shoulders.
Amanda turned to him " Lets get her back to camp and on display… I want to see what the judges think!"
Ken smiled. "Sure"
Amanda eyes watched the dead girl rocking slightly on Ken's shoulders. Her eyes followed the kill from the feet, up the calves, over the thighs, and to the curve of the butt where her suit bottoms had pulled tight making it look like she was wearing a half thong.
"I bet we get a lot of points" Amanda said. "she has a great little butt". With that Amanda reached over and gave Brittany's rump a light smack.
Ken smiled. This was a perfect girlfriend.

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Jason was very careful as he moved toward the school. He stepped inside seeing that the halls were empty as he had antcipated with all of the students and teachers already in their first classes. His eyes moved up as he began to hear the sounds of sneakers squeaking down the hall. He moved behind a wall watching closley as the person got closer. He spotted a female student walking down the hall. Blondish brown hair a skinny girl in tight jeans red sneakers. He didn't know of the girl very well not having her in any of his classes but he knw that her name was Sammi. 

 

Jason waited until Sammi got closer enough and then knelt down on the ground holding his ankle rocking back and forth a bit "owww" he groaned.

 

Sammi blinked seeing a boy on the ground in the hallway that seemed to be hurt "hey are you alright"? she asked a bit freaked out.

 

Jason shook his head "come her help please" he begged.

Sammi nervously moved over toward the boy kneeling down "hold on i'll go get a teacher or someth....mmmmmm!"

Jason waited watching as the skinny girl came over kneeling beside him. He quickly moved grabbing a hold of the girl making sure to cover her mouth and moved behind her. He kept a tight grip on her head as she kicked out struggling and then with one twist and sickening snapping sound he snapped her neck to the side.

Sammis eyes glazed over and her head slumped over to the side her arms falling limp to her sides.

Jason dragged the light girl by her hair toward the bathroom. He bent down unlacing her red sneakers letting her small black socked feet hit the ground doing the same to the other foot. He placed the two red snakers outside of the bathroom in hopes of drawing a quick other victim inside out of curiousty.

 

Jason stepped back inside dragging Sammi limp body up against the wall and waiting.

 

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I wrote this for a female friend in 2006.  She enjoyed it!! :)

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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She was one of the finest field agents that the intelligence agency had ever seen. She was quick with her hands, an expert in stealth operations and fluent in various languages. She was strikingly attractive, which made her the perfect person to spy on heads of state, other agents, male or female, and was skillful in recovering stolen information. She had no known relatives and was therefore essentially unable to be leveraged. She was very thin but with very sexy curvy body. Captivating eyes and long wavy dark hair. Tonight though, despite her exquisite confidence, Ms Marvel was still nervous as she prepared for one of the most dangerous assignments of her career. She has been assigned to recover some top level information from a brutal militia chief in Abuja, central Nigeria.

Ms Marvel stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room as she slipped into the skintight dark blue mini-dress, thigh-high fishnet stockings and stepped into her 4 inch stiletto heels. She looked at herself in the mirror, her thick makeup really exaggerating her incredibly beautiful features, and though she almost never wore this amount of makeup, she knew that to play the role of a seductive high class foreign underworld informant and escort, she had to be overdone.

She took a deep breath in and out and then grabbed the tube of lubricant on the counter next to her. She then grabbed the small tube of sleeping drug and applied the lube, took another deep breath and inserted the tube, closed, into her smoothly shaved vagina. She knew that even if she was searched, no one would stick their hands up inside of her. Lift her skirt, yes, but not inside her. Her assignment was simple, although highly dangerous. One of the most notorious and brutal militia leaders in Nigeria had a great deal of information that he was selling on the black market. The information would lead to the exposure of several hundred covert agents from several different nations along with security protocols that would make the source of the information easily accessible for any criminal. The militia chief had arranged to sell it to an Eastern European criminal who was going to broker it over to the Middle East organizations. The militia chief had negotiated for the information to be exchanged through a mutually agreed upon escort service. He was currently just a few miles away in a secluded villa. Ms Marvel was going to pose as the escort cum informant that he had hired and who was to be the go-between. To add to the level of danger, there was, in fact, a real informant, apparently another operative, who had been hired by the Eastern European criminal, to actually perform the exchange. Ms Marvel's HQ had intercepted the communication and had transferred a time an hour later to the real informant, giving Ms Marvel an hour to seduce and interrogate the militia chief, gather the information and escape before her second obstacle arrived.

As Ms Marvel prepared to exit her hotel room, on the other side of city, Olga Abiola was dressing in almost an identical outfit. As skillful and perhaps even more than Ms Marvel, a Nigerian native, Olga is taller and has a larger, more muscular frame, an afro hair-do, thick pouty lips and her eyes even more intense than her Asian counterpart. She had an hour before she needed to be at her planned destination, knowing the risks that were laid out in front of her, most importantly that she was going into the lion's den with instructions to get the information at all costs. Thoughtfully, she got dressed in her bright red micro-mini dress. Her heels were also bright red.

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Ms Marvel looked at the clock on the nightstand as she inserted the encrypted thumb drive into her shaved vagina. She was still a little sweaty as she stood naked over the now drugged and unconscious militia leader. It took her longer than she had planned and now she was in a hurry. She had discarded the empty tube on the large bed and was grabbing her clothes when she heard the door to the outer chamber open. Fortunately, she had planned for this. She had recorded the militia leader's voice as she had come in the room in the same manner, exactly as instructed by the secret service. "Who is it?" said the gruff voice on the recording. She expected it to be one of his bodyguards, but to her dismay, she was wrong.

"Olga, your date!" chirped the other voice...

She had to now take out this woman as well, not necessarily something she had wanted to do, but she realized that this would help her in that she could now frame this woman for the mishap. She allowed the tape to play. "C'mon in!" growled the recorded voice.

Ms Marvel hid, still naked, behind the door as it opened. She caught a glimpse of the other woman as she entered, also naked, like Ms Marvel she had been instructed by the body guards to remove all her clothes before entering their leader’s room. Ms Marvel went to attack, but the other woman had apparently anticipated Ms Marvel's location and flung the door around, forcing Ms Marvel to compensate and suddenly the two women were face to face, both naked, in combat stances.

"Who the fuck are you?" growled Olga as she sized up her foe, a thin, sexy and apparently trained woman. "I ask you the same." came Ms Marvel's retort as she assessed her enemy, one of the first women she had encountered who was as stunning as she was, and she couldn't help but notice that this local Nigerian woman was bigger, about 2 inches taller, 40 or 50 pounds heavier and rather robust.

"Fuck you" hissed Olga...

"Doubt it..." retorted Ms Marvel...

And they attacked. Trained as they were, the first thirty seconds was punches and parries such that neither landed a solid blow, but then Ms Marvel connected nicely with an open palm to the chin and followed with punches to the chest and torso of the big woman, knocking her backwards. Olga recovered quickly though, with a roundhouse kick that Ms Marvel deflected and then the two engaged in an exchange of punches and blocks again. Again though, Ms Marvel connected, a punch squarely on the jaw of her foe, but her follow ups were readily blocked and Olga connected with a kick to the stomach that sent Ms Marvel flying back on her rump.

Although winded, Ms Marvel was quick to her feet but Olga was also quick driving forward with multiple punches that forced Ms Marvel backwards again. The fight was on in earnest...rights and lefts hooks rained down upon Ms Marvel as she was forced backwards. She judged where she was relative to the wall as she blocked the flurry of punches that was pummeling her.

Despite Ms Marvel’s considerable skill, the black woman penetrated Ms Marvel's defenses and successfully landed several punches to her body. As the wall grew closer, Ms Marvel ducked and swept her foot. The big woman wasn't clumsy though, and she leaped over the leg sweep, bringing an elbow crashing down onto Ms Marvel's head as she landed again on her feet. Ms Marvel tumbled from the force of the blow, and her enemy quickly grabbed her by her hair and threw her violently against the wall. The impact winded Ms Marvel and she was slow to react when two successive hard punches landed into the middle of her soft abdomen. Ms Marvel doubled over almost throwing up before she was flung into the bed frame next to them. Ms Marvel grunted uncontrollably as she deftly regained her footing and faced off her mortal foe.

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A recent Korean period drama got me rather inspired to write. Something to note, since this is based on Korean royalty, characters are dressed accordingly. All females wear a variant of the traditional female attire, the 'hanbok'. Naturally, the royalty wears something significantly more ornate in design. For the hair, you should take reference from the first image.

Refer to this image for an idea on the attire of the time

http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/180/4/1/Dong_yi_Wallie_04_by_theedqueen.jpg

As you may imagine, the most prominently featured lady is royalty. Attire for members of royalty are typically ornate. Concubines wear something similar to that in the image. The Queen, however, could and typically wear something more like this: http://s1144.photobucket.com/user/Furbabe/media/1-4.jpg.html

Of course, concubines are not necessarily disallowed to wear those, but when in presence of the Queen, who dares to do that!

The two female ladies standing closest to the royalty are usually her maidservants, those that serve her directly. Whatever instructions she has, they carry them out, passing on orders to lesser servants (those ladies behind in blue and white).

About the attire though, you should have noticed by now. It's super thick. The Korean traditional attire comprises of several layers (7, according to the official Korean tourism website). But that's rather extreme, and I'm just writing a short story, not a novel so this image should do fine:

http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/211/c/8/hanbok_for_sanggung___court_lady_by_aftermoonrise-d6acg7b.png

Their rooms are typically something like this:

http://www.dramafever.com/st/img/epth/230_41.jpg

Whoever's of higher rank usually occupies the seat the person in the image is sitting at. Others (if more than one) would line up perpendicular to the table, with the highest rank of the visitors taking the seat directly in front of the table. By default, maidservants never get to sit directly in front, usually at the side.

And assassins? Well, I don't know for sure, but drama logic suggests this:

http://www.dramafever.com/st/v2/img/series-masthead/108_Iljimae_07090a_Masthead_dark.jpg

I ain't even complain' :)

And that's about all you need to know for the story! I must say I rather enjoyed the (initially unintended) lesson! But without further ado, the story.

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This is one I wrote awhile ago! It was originally all-male, and admittedly not human males, but I edited it for content and came up with this. If there's any gender-confusion (him/his/he's showing up), that's why!

I hope you guys like it! And you can thank Zoey for inspiring me to post at least this story, if not more in the future. :)

If people want it, I'll post the original, but will only do it on request since it's off-topic from the site!

Story (c) me <3

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The sun beat down on the bare stone arena, as unfeeling and harsh as the girls that stood amidst the blowing sands of the arena floor. They stood resolute, unafraid, and hungry for battle.

“We who are about to die, salute you!” came the shout; each warrior lifted their weapon and spoke in unison. The crowd, a motley assembly of paupers, nobles and merchants, shouted back.

There were twenty fighters in all, their shapes and sizes as varied as the clothing and armor they had selected for ther bout. Some stood nude, their nipples erect and as hard as the weapons they held in their hands. Others wore simple loincloths, barely concealing their own aching flesh. The fight was to the death and as the assembled warriors turned to face each other, each knew that only one of them would leave the arena alive. Around the circular battlefield hung the heads of defeated gladiators, their tongues lolling and eyes closed in eternal repose; soon, nineteen more would grace the walls of the arena, a fitting end for a disgraced combatant.

One stood taller than most, her short black fur only highlighting the lean curves of her muscles in the noon-day sun. Each muscle had been earned with blood and sweat, the girl a statue carved by the arena and each nick and scar in her hide was worn with honour. She had forgotten her own name long ago, however, the years slaying her memories like a sharpened blade.

“Vindicem! Vindicem! Vindicem!”

The crowd chanted their name for her as she readied herself, bending to mutter a soft prayer to the gods before standing tall once more. The others had spread out, forming a ring with their backs to their walls and their eyes on each other. Bodies swayed in anticipation and breaths were held as they all waited for the word that would start the match.

“Macto”

The single word threw the whole building into a frenzy. The gladiators began to move immediately. The stink of fear was rich in the raven haired barbarian’s nostrils as she eyed her opponents, most of them avoiding her gaze in fear that she would choose them as her first target. It was a young looking brunette who threw the first swing, however. The girl, perhaps nineteen years of age, wore only a short silken loincloth which hung delicately between her legs. her gladius was short, not unlike the girl’s legs, but as she lunged towards a nude blonde, the barbarian was surprised to see the brunette wielded it with skill. Others began their fights in short order; the crash of steel on steel was dwarfed only by the roar of the crowd. The barbarian had learned to use the audience to her advantage; they had a clearer view than she did, and their reactions were all she needed to know the flow of the battle, when blood was spilled, and when a fighter fell.

It wasn’t long before the bloodlust of the crowd drew a deafening roar as the first gladiator fell. A stalwart nubian, nude save for the pair of hatchets she wielded, feinted around the guard of an inexperienced pict. The dark-skinned nubian’s hatchet struck true, landing with a meaty thud into the gut of the horrified warrior. The pict’s cream filled the air, barely a whisper to the ears of any but the closest fighters as the crowd thrilled at the sight. The nubian grinned at the sound, basking in both the scream and the crowd’s response, though she didn’t pause to appreciate her kill. A strike with the second hatchet silenced the pict as it landed in her neck, throwing her down into the dust of the arena with wide eyes and a raspy hacking cough which soon trailed off into silence. The arena sands had tasted their first blood of the match, and it wanted more.

The barbarian had already found her first target. A feline-like redhead had decided to stay off to the side, and now drew the barbarian’s gaze.

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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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