She was cute. But scarred. So am I. I'm not a slayer though, I've just been... through a lot. Not as much as a Top Class Assassin, though. She was, and hunted many of my fellows. Just my luck, here I was, with a beautiful big-breasted blue-eyed bitch that was tied to a chair, securely thanks to my former ship-mates. She had an hourglass figure, but I knew she wasn't a mere model. She was deadly, and the reason my crew was now dead, aside from the 2 who helped me stop her, but they had enough. They wanted no part of what I was going to do.

"Have you ever known love?" I ran my fingers over her sharp sweaty hair. It was soft and dry. My question was met with tired contempt.

"I'm saving myself for marriage." Typical of her sort. She was disciplined. I knew her training involved staying in frigid, fetid swamp water, getting frostbite and bug bites for hours. And everything she fought, that they fought for... was to fight against my personal freedom.

"And you think I should too? That I'm evil for being with the girl you murdered? You sick bitch." I saw her eyes go wide.

"Please, I thought she was someone else..." Oh, don't they always.

"You knew she probably wasn't. Just saw a fine girl, dark hair, rebel outfit, wore a symbol you disagreed with. You think 'eh, fuck it. Should kill her.'"

"I'm sorry. Just kill me and be done with it, please. If you let me go, I'll make it worth your while. I'll retire, and you can have anything." Killing her was her first suggestion. This meant that she knew where she was and who she was dealing with. At least the likelihood was enough to scare her into preferring death.


"Why should I just kill you? You did worse to me, you killed someone I love." I saw her eyes slowly drop as I spoke. "You killed her without a 2nd thought. I have to live without her now. And you think she's the sinner."

"No! We're all sinners! She's in a better- OOOOWWWW!!"

How dare she? I punched her face in... with a hammer.

"Yeah, a better place than you, that's for damn sure."

She only looked at me, wide eyed in fear, and clearly hoped it would be over soon. Her hopes were to be dashed.

I grabbed a rope of strong intertwined wires and noosed it around her, then threw the other end over a steel bar overhead and anchored it. I pulled, slowly, again and again, until she was hanging from the floor, still tied to a chair. The legs of it dangled just milimeters in the air, Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

The Fool's Baron

Alight with sound and music and gaiety, the festival rang with laughter and cheer as the King's new harlequin set herself to work, juggling and dancing and cracking wise with equal dexterity in every act as her audience heckled and cheered playfully. With some luck she had happened on the work, having been discovered by one of the king's servants when about town on an errand, and with much gusto she performed and acted and pranced, deriving a certain joy from entertaining her captive audience ... and deriving a certain joy and excitement as she felt ogling eyes on her body.

Wrapped in taut leathers and a colorful bodice of scarlet, with a tightly-drawn black corset and tall heels clicking on the floor as she moved, she knew that her dress would be sure to draw attention, and her admirers--man and woman alike--made little effort to hide their lust as they took in the show, and the fetching young lady performing it. Each high step, each demonstrative gesture caused her full breasts to jiggle, and she delighted in noticing each of their leering gazes; until she spun about in a dance and stopped before a tall and broad man, and paused. He was a mountain, a wide and strong man in sharp dress and wearing a long and pointed beard of the finest grooming. She could see quite immediately he was an important figure, and so stopped to wave a hand in bowing low, crossing one foot over another politely and bowing so low as to nearly touch the ends of her jester's hat on the floor; and when she rose again, the painted-white surface of her face creased just a bit as she winked but briefly at him. Quickly she turned and went back to her work with a neat cartwheel, and at the center of the floor she paused to again bow to the audience ... keeping her back to her admirer, and bowing low again; low enough to pinch her vulva between her thighs and present herself to him for a longer moment than was necessary to salute the crowd.

The night dragged long after that, and thoughts of before pushed away from her mind as she focused on the excited prospect of a midnight rendezvous; thoughts and questions, too, of what had happened to the previous harlequin, and those before her. As the hour grew late the party finally dispersed, dismissed by the King who had sated his palette on beer and wine and fine cuts of meats until he had lost his appetite for entertainment for the evening; and with a light and airy bounce in her step tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

The Cull

Naked and trembling, little Lola mouse stepped forth from the dressing area, with only a thin black choker bearing a name tag and registry number. Large, round ears drooped submissively as she passed through the entrance, taking note of the many cameras with their shining red lights--indicating live filming--and timid, shaky footfalls led her slowly towards her fate ... but she shook not from fright, but restrained excitement.

This was the moment she had anticipated for months; the moment she had carefully dieted for, planned for, and prepared herself for: it was her time for the Cull, her time to become a star, to be admired and lusted for and, ultimately, cum for. Once a month, it had been ordained, the population of the Lesser species must be culled, to be reduced and slashed until it could again become manageable. Rampant overpopulation had demanded it, and modern depravity had twisted it into a game of lust, of sex, and of gory delight. In short, she would be sacrificed on the totem pole of a bull's member, impaled and stretched until she burst and, quite simply, died from the fucking.

Maybe it should have been normal for a girl to have a sense of self-preservation, to want to survive and thrive and grow into old age ... but this was a great event, a festival of sex and degenerate lust, and a celebrated ending to a short life; she would be a trophy, a prize, and a star in every right, with the event televised across the world to an audience millions strong, man and woman alike waiting and edging and watching as one of the arena's stars ripped her apart upon his powerful member. Indeed, it was a volunteer's event: prey were groomed and trained and even bred for this, and often the line to apply grew longer than the list of available positions; victims could even choose from their death options, and the options soon had to be expanded to include the creative, and for mass executions--firing squad, hanging, beheading, spitting. It had become an honor, a violent and sexy ending to a life that would otherwise have no meaning. Lola had chosen the personal option, the one hardest to earn, to whom only the most "gifted" of girls could be chosen: public arena copulation.

As trembling legs brought her forward, she did her best to hide a blush, appearing to be demure and shy under the bright lights of the arena in playing to her audience--doubtless an adoring one, or so she hoped--and she had tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

So, some years ago, I wrote a "little" serial called Puppy Mill. It was about a woman, Merrie, who was kidnapped off the streets, raped, and amputated into a sex slave. Later, after a lot of drama, she ended fucked a lot and gained an incredible amount of powers. It ended when she killed a goddess... at the same time she died.

This isn't done, but there are going to be a huge number of tags, not limited to fucking in every hole, amputation, size, magic, rape, messy, demon, bondage, D/s, and a probably a tentacle or two.

Claire walked to the car with the sergeant who was her recruiter. At just thirteen years old she wouldn't have been able to join until congress, in another social expirement with the military lowered the recruiting age to anyone who had started high school. They reasoned, this would be just like military school, only with the actual military. It was a highly controversial move, but to Claire it was a chance to escape her home. She was constantly fighting with her mom, and her stepdad didn't seem to give two shits about her, except to check out her blossoming tits. She was a bit of a late bloomer, but had just graduated to a 28 B bra. at 5 feet even these still seemed a bit small on her and she was hoping they would grow still. She had olive skin, courtesey of her father, who was second generation Assyrian. Her mother was white, and she could definately pass for a white girl, just with a good tan. She was overall pleased with her appearance, several years of running cross country in junior high had toned her whole body, and she hoped, prepared her for the physical challanges of Parris Island.
At the MEPS, she went through the usual tests and paperwork, somewhat confused by it, but signed her name were the Gunny told her to. She noticed there were several other girls who looked about her age, and when she got a free moment went to talk to them. Most were joining the Army, a couple were Air Force and Navy, and one was joining the Marines, like her. Beverly 'Bev' was 14, with red hair and light skin. Also starting her freshmen year that fall, she wasn't trying to escape home, but had joined for adventure. They chatted nervously until it was time to go. As they had enlisted out of RS Atlanta, they did not get on a plane, but took a bus with 8 other kids, all boys to Parris Island.
After the initial shock, "GET OFF MY BUS! ON THE YELLOW FOOTPRINTS! RUN HERE! RUN THERE!" they found themselves inside a classroom, segregated from the boys they were in a room with about 45 other girls. Then a female drill instructor came into the room an informed them that the were 4th Battalion Oscar Company Platoon 4092 and that from then on, she was the mother.
The culture shock was complete. They were stripped of their clothes, issued standard camouflage utilities or cammies, and hearded to a squad bay full of metal bunk bed style racks.
Most of the girls in the platoon were seventeen or eighteen years old. But there were eleven of them tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

"No! Wait! Ple" the small girl, over 18 but looking hardly 15, pleaded and gasped, "whaah. Please pleassse no don't..." she was sobbing.

There was nothing left to lose. No food or water. It was all filled with disease, iron, and lead. So be it.

We cut her clothes away. My cohorts took great pleasure, except the ones already dead inside.

Piece by piece, cloth fell and skin was bared.
The goosebumps that rose on her skin were more than obvious.

"Have you ever been in a fight? Did you your parents ever hit you?" I asked her, as I was always an inquisitive one.

She shvered and sobbed "wahuhhh noooo. Please I don't l... I can't pl pl pleaaase waah."

"Hmmm. Well, after some belly smacking, face smacking, and ass spanking, perhaps you can prove your worth."

I grabbed her shoulders and span her around, then pushed her neck down while holding her hip, then pressed her asscheeks apart.

"Mmm." I groaned in my horny contentment, "such a nice puckered asshole."

Dana watched, transfixed as her sister Holly was snuffed by her brother. She wasn't sure, but she thought she saw her sister cumming as she died. She definately came watching it, climaxing when Virgil slit Holly's throat. Dana was definately aroused by the thought of being snuffed, but she knew she had to have children first. She had been doing her best, fucking whenever she got the chance. She had not gotten pregnant yet. She had just had her most recent period a week ago. It had started to come regularly, so she was hopeful she could have her first baby soon.
That night Dana crept into Virgil's room, sliently the naked elevin year old slipped under the covers with him and began to stroke his cock. Virgil woke up from a half sleep to find his young sister playing with his cock. He smiled and pulled her up on top of him. Leaning her head down she began to kiss her brother, an act which he wholeheartedly reciprocated. As the two siblings kissed his cock rose to full hardness. He reached down and moved it to the entrance to his sister's pussy, and she began to push back on it. They kept on kissing as she slid completely back on Virgils hard shaft, and he rolled her over.
As he began to slowly thrust in and out she looked up at him and said, "I love you Virgil."
He smiled back, "I love you too, sis."
She felt a shiver run down her back at the mention of them being related. She began to think how sexy it would be to have her brothers baby, and how sexy it was to have his bare penis inside her.
The girl was young, her hips had only just begun to widen, and her titties were tiny. But that was ok with Virgil, he loved to fuck young girls, their pussies were so tight that he couldn't help but cum in them.
"You're so sexy Dana."
All of a sudden Virgil started to really force his cock deep with sharp strokes, she felt her brothers cock twitch and giggled a little as she knew that he was cumming inside her.
Her sated brother rolled off of her and onto his back, and she curled up next to him, throwing one leg over his and pressing her pussy against his thigh. As the two lovers drifted off to sleep she thought about how much she loved her brother.
The next morning at breakfast she came down in one of his tank tops and boxers. Her father noticed and smiled approvingly. He was glad she was taking care of her brother.
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Superhero Rivalry

"Now that you're officially a member of the team, it's time for me to show you our secret weapon," said Novahawk with a little smirk, her glowing green eyes wandering up and down Hyperbunny's athletic body.

"Huh? We've got a secret weapon?"

Hyperbunny hopped up from the couch with a big grin. She was 18 years old, bouncy and perky, always smiling, with long blond hair and perfect skin, and her costume included long ears that would often flop down in front of her face. Her costume was both backless and strapless, the fuzzy white bullet-proof fabric held to her large breasts and flat belly by specially designed adhesive. The suit stretched to give her total freedom of movement and make her breasts very bouncy. It wrapped around to cover her firm butt with a fuzzy ball to represent a bunny tail. Bare legs showed off her powerfully muscular thighs, and a low cut revealed the tops of her breasts and most of her cleavage.

"That's right. Let's go down to the vault and I'll show you."

Novahawk was the leader of the team, 35 years old with sharply defined features and short brown hair. She wore a slim jetpack on her back with mechanical wings that folded neatly away when not in use. Her costume was twin strips of tough red fabric that looped over her shoulders and under her crotch, connecting to her jetpack in the back and tied together by a zigzag of lacing down her front. The lacing was loose enough to give a wide window into her cleavage. Her breasts were by far the largest on the team before Hyperbunny arrived. Novahawk's flawless orbs were firm and athletic, held tightly in place by her costume without a trace of bounce.

"Say, Novahawk, you're not jealous because I'm stronger and faster than you, right?" Hyperbunny frowned and fidgetted with one of her fuzzy rabbit ears.

Novahawk forced a laugh and rolled her eyes. "What? No, of course not. What a foolish thing to say. Why would you ask that?"

"It's just that everyone here is super friendly, but you seem to glare at me an awful lot."

"Ridiculous. I do not."

"Okay!" Hyperbunny suddenly grinned and started bouncing along as she walked beside Novahawk.

Novahawk scowled and glanced sideways at Hyperbunny's huge bouncing breasts.

"Must you walk that way?"

"Sorry."

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Long story short: I wrote this for another, Touhou focused site. While they may be able to speak of writing quality, the important thing is whether the story is hot if you're into girls stabbing other girls. I have no idea if it is. And so I cross-post here, where I can more likely garner such opinions. I'm not wholly sure it isn't a little tame for the site on average, but, it's the first place to come to mind for something bloody. So, enjoy, hopefully.

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With a crack, the red-skinned oni's face snaps backwards as a massive, muscled arm smashes a fist into it; the rest of his body soon follows, hurtling through the air and tumbling along the ground several dozen yards to crash against the wall of a nearby building, leaving cracks upon it as he lays there unconscious. A girl of silver, braided hair, clad in maid uniform, stoops to observe the unconscious oni suddenly blocking her path. Yuugi, meanwhile, sighs and dusts off her knuckles as the ring of spectators cheer and an energetic male voice nearby calls out, “And that's twenty nine in a row! Even three on one, the Oni of Oni cannot be stopped! Will anyone even come forth to challenge her after that one?!”

Yuugi takes the large gourd of sake in her other hand and upends it, pouring copious amounts of alcohol straight down her throat. She mutters to herself, “Goddamn weaklings. Shit's fuckin' boring.” She hasn't had a good scrap in who knows how long, and this little fight club doesn't help. Looking around the crowd, it seemed the announcer was right; no one else wanted to step forward this evening, they'd gotten their fun. There was, however, the maid clinically examining the guy who'd been knocked unconscious upon her path. That silver, it was familiar... ah, yes, wasn't that the head maid of that vampire mansion? Actually, hold on. She was supposed to be lightning quick. Maybe if Yuugi actually had to work to punch someone... As Sakuya stands up, no longer enamored by the effects of Yuugi's blow upon the man, the large oni calls out, “Oi! Dog of the Scarlet Devil, was it?”

Sakuya hardly has the time to take a single stride before freezing once more, turning to regard Yuugi through the gap in the audience. “Do you require something from me?” she asks, rather coldly. “I'm on important business for the Mistress, so if it's nothing urgent-”

“Come into the ring,” Yuugi all but demands, polishing off her drink. “You're damn fast, right? I need sPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Long time lurker, first time storyteller. All stories here take place in what I'm tentatively calling the Frumpverse, as all stories here adhere to the same ruleset through wildy different universes and settings.
My Arrowverse stories are by far the most detailed and give the most info, si I'll start with them.

While I'm pretty sure I don't actually have to say this but I will anyways just in case. I think it'll become pretty clear where I stand on a certain politician, but don't care to discFuss it, so if you don't have anything to say about my stories, it would be best if you said nothing.

And without further adieu...