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Emily looked around to make sure nobody had followed her, before quietly slipping into the back alley. The bell for recess had only just rung, so she had a full 30 minutes before she had to go back to class.

This had become a daily ritual for her in the past two weeks. The first time, she had slipped back here only because he had to pee. That was when she first met him. It was a stray rottweiler. He didn't seem much older than a puppy. He had snuck up on her while she was relieving herself.

From the moment she felt his tongue enter inside her, she knew she'd eventually get a dog of her own when she was older. In the mean time, she had come here every day just to meet him, and every day they went through the same routine. She'd bring her left over lunch food, and feed it to him from between her legs.

Recently she had gotten even more daring, and let him mount her a few times. She felt herself become wet, just from thinking about wrapping her legs around his waste as he pushed himself deep insider her. She quickly slipped her hands underneath her skirt, and removed her panties before they had been completely soaked through.

She waited two minutes for her friend to meet her at the usual time, however the dog that showed up was completely different from the one who was usually there. He was much bigger. His fur was black, and matted, and he was a bit skinny like he hadn't eaten in a while.

"Come here boy!" She called out as he slowly walked towards her to investigate. She reached into her shirt pocket and pulled out a tater-tot. "You want one?" She asked, as she held her hand out.

She immediately had to yank her hand back as he tried to snatch it. "Bad boy!" she scolded. "You have to wait for the best part."

She smiled at him, as she slipped the tater tot into the pink slit between her legs. "Now you can have it." She said before lifting her skirt and placed it over his head. She leaned against the brick wall behind her as she felt his cold nose press against her most sensitive area.

She let out a slight moan as his hot breath filled her insides. Cautiously he began to lick at the crumbs around her outer lips. She felt her heart thump in heavily in her chest as adrenaline started to course through her body.

His tongue slithered in and out of her, pushing the tater tot deeper and deeper into her womb. His licks began to hasten as he desperately tried to get at the tasty morsel that was just out oPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Paige Wilkinson had come to the agency after her diagnosis. She had an inoperable tumor that would start affecting her quality of life within a few months. A devout atheist she had no qualms about suicide. She had heard of an underground euthanasia program somewhere in Colorado a few months ago and after a few dead ends she had found herself meeting in a shady office in a mostly abandoned strip mall.

“So Ms. Wilkinson, tell me what you want from this experience”
A man in a lab coat and a ski mask sat across from her behind a stainless steel desk.

“Well I’ve given it a lot of thought...” she trailed off.
“I’ve never told anyone any of this but I think now is the time. Ever since I was a little girl I found myself getting turned on by violence on tv, or even playing doctor with my friends in grade school. I came to love being the victim. I loved writing in agony and the thought of dying a slow painful death gave me shivers. Over time I honed my fetish and I know what I want. I need to be stabbed. I know how I want to die, and it’s going to be messy.”

“We can provide any kind of death you’d wish, quick and painless, erotic, slow, whatever you’d like miss. Just sign this renewed will securing your assets for our organization and we can get started. Please fill out this paperwork and describe what service you’d like.”

A small time went by after she filled everything out. When the agent returned he asked her to follow him down the hall.

“So is there another room for this or?...”

“Yes ma’am. We have three current rooms, a surgical themed room, a dungeon, or a bedroom. We also offer assistants who are good with different methods of torture, humane death or sexual desires.”

“I’ll take the bedroom, and id like someone who knows how to keep me alive, the sex is secondary.” said Paige.

She sat her purse down on a side chair and looked around after the first agent left. She was about 5’3” and about 110 pounds. Her arms and legs were very slender with a small pudge around her midriff and a nice full ass. She pulled her sweater off over her large C cup breasts and had a seat on the bed. She was wearing a small polka dotted skirt and a green shirt. Her panties were starting to get a little moist as she thought about what was to come.

A light knock came at the door and a petite and sporty brunette came through the door. She was about 5’6” with a slim build. ShPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Author's note Marvel owns all the characters
For those who care timeline placement is in between Winter Soldier and Age of Ultron


Natasha Romanoff was walking through the halls of the newly-christened Avengers Tower in search of a room she knew was somewhere on one of Tony Stark's properties.

The`Island of Misfit Inventions' Tony had called it. Full of devices created not for any specific purpose but just to see if he could. Natasha had found out about it when she was spying on Tony for S.H.I.E.L.D. and one particular device had found it's way into her dreams and long cold showers.

'Auxiliary storage 3' the sign next to the door had said but Natasha knew better.

"The invention you are looking for is in the back Miss Romanoff. "Jarvis said from the small pad attached to her belt as she walked into the messy room.

Inventions and gadgets of all sorts sat on tables and shelves, a pen that would change the color of its ink on voice command, a holographic mirror and other assorted Hi-Tech but ultimately trivial devices lined the room but Natasha steadfastly walked to the end of the room.

It was small only about the size of a backpack but completely made out of metal Natasha knew its small size was deceiving as many of Tony's inventions could unfurl into greater sizes and complexities

The H.F.R. 9000 was designed for one purpose, to cook people.

Of course Tony was not without his compassion and dark sense of fun.
The device would only activate after the young woman had achieved orgasm and even then it would activate on a random percentile and that's what intrigued Natasha so.

The risk

She cleared a space in the workshop/storeroom and took and Arc Reactor she had 'borrowed' from Tony's main workshop and attached it to a special fitting in the device.

"Okay Jarvis connect to it." She said holding up the pad. She knew Tony had not finished designing a true interface for the H.F.R. 9000

The box unfurled into a dozen mechanical tendrils that looked towards Nat expectedly.

"Once the device is active I will no longer be able to shut it down." Jarvis clipped


A shiver of excitement ran down Nat's spine, that's what excited her most

"Okay Jarvis let's start off easy and set it for one orgasm, and set the termination chance at 5 billion to 1." She smiled confident but still enjoying thPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

This is my first venture in writing porn. Criticism is more than welcome.

Chapter one: the introduction.

"I herby declare you to be wed"

That's the last thing Brelyna heard as a free mind.
For, in the kiss, Arch mage Lani cast subtly cast a spell, and used her fangs to inject a few drops of blood into her tongue. Instanly, she went from lusting, to worshipping. From person to thrall. From bride to pet.

They left quickly. Taking congratulations from the jarl on the way out, and made a beeline for their new house. Brelyna's crotch was staimed before the door was closed. While pulling at eachother's clothes, they both cast spells of fire, ice, and electricity. Fire to light the candles and haerth, the others, to tease eachother.
"Did you notice something during the wedding?"
"No, love."
"Can I tell you something?
"Anything, my beloved."
"I own you."
"Y-yes, my love."
"Don't call me "love"! I am better than you. We are not equals. I married you to avoid suspicion. I am only equal to the one you will call "Lady Serana". In public you will call me "Love". When no-one who is not me or Serana can hear you, you adress me as "Mistress Lani". I am now your god, and your queen. If I order you to take your own life you will do so. Instanly. Be a loyal thrall, and I will reward you. Undertood, Elf?"

"Yes, Mistress. But who is "Lady Serana"?"

"Me" she called, from the corner. Only when she opened her glowing eyes was she visible in the dark corner.

"Yol" whisperered Mistress Lani. As candles and torches lit, revealing the nude, pale figure of a young woman.

Lani's clothes suddenly dissappeared. Indicating that they were in fact, illusions.

"Now, undress." said Serana. You will never wear clothes, ever again. If we go outside, we will cast an illusion spell on you. You'll look clothed, but not feel it.

"Marcurio!" cried Lani. Before an equally nude, castrated Imperial man came running into the room.

"Yes, Mistress?"

"This is Brelyna. Your new colleague." said Lani

"She was even more eager to fall for the trap than you." interjected Serana.

The now nude Brelyna stood, dripping. Awaiting orders from her new gods, eying the Imperial's member.

"Brelyna." said Lani in a stern voice. "Do you see that beige plank you're standing on?"

"Yes, Mistress."

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This is my first story in a very very long time. I have had the idea for ages but I just never got round to putting pen to paper.
Writing isn't really my strongest point but I've been inspired and motivated recently to see what I can do.

This is part 1 to maybe 3 or 4. If people like it I will continue, especially seeing as I kinda have part 2 generally blocked out already.

Apologies in advanced if it either doesn't make sense or I repeat words/terms, or if my writing generally if a bit all over the place. I likely will repost an edited/improved version of part 1 with part 2 in the near future.

And of course, Feedback is much appreciated. Good and Bad. Hit me with what you honestly think. I generally want to improve.

In it's most basic form, the story is about a reporter being captured and executed by terrorists.

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Katie was dragged further by her captors. The Sack on her head preventing her from seeing anything after just getting out of the vehicle she was captured into.
It seemed like hours, but finally it was pulled off her head and she was hit by the bright light of the middle eastern sun, unable to shield her eyes with her hands due to them being bounded tightly.

One of the men came out of the truck and set up a very expensive looking camera in-front of her and jokingly turned to her saying "HD HD HD 4K 3D. People will see everything!"...and then briskly left.

Her curly red hair seemed to bounce each time she moved her head to look towards her captors and the hot outdoor environment, tied back so it wouldn’t get in the way of seeing the agony in her face and deep blue eyes. Her small but perky red lips trembled slightly at the thought of what is to come and slightly paler complexion was going to contrast perfectly with the blood that will pour from her body.

She tried to focus on what the men were saying. Being a reporter for one of the biggest news broadcasting networks in UK, and specialising in reporting developments in the middle east, the had taken the time to pick up the common languages there on a basic level.
What she heard and recognised made her shriek and scream for help.

“They…they’re going to kill me!?” She thought in a panic.

They started by striping her, tearing off her clothing against her sPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Death.

Even before I got to the top of the barren, weed-spiked ridge to see it - I knew the massive electro-static pulse had done its job. I could smell it. Death. The high altitude strike plane had passed over here maybe only an hour or two ago. I knew it probably fried the group I had been sent to intercept, with a precision strike as it skimmed undetected on the edge of space. I had told the brass that I wanted the first crack at the target. It had become personal for me and I wanted to end things my way… nice and messy. But I knew I was gonna be too late.

Way too late.

Fuck it all - If only they had let me tackle them first! Now that slippery goddamn bitch is probably dead! Damn - and I SO wanted to be the one to take that uppity little fuck down too!

I thought about all that excess semen I had let build up - surging and rushing around in my pulsing, throbbing nutsack - filling my body with intense aggression. I had saved it all up… just for this very encounter and now… it was rapidly looking like a dead end.

Guess I can kiss that my dreams of payback goodbye. I’ll have to settle for raping a fucking corpse… oh well.

I knew the stink in the air wasn't just any old death smell either. Like, say… a dead moose or somethin' because there's a real unique characteristic about the way dead humans smell.

I'm not talkin' about all the chemistry jazz behind the elements I was currently processing from the scents either. Sure, my onboard cybernetic suite could isolate the esters… and it was that specific molecule mixture which includes the unmistakable whiff of good ol' propyl hexanoate that told the story.

It's that nasty compound that creates the distinctively sour and sharp smell along with a special kind of - subtle, fruity undertone… like pineapples left in the sun. It's a unique sweetness that says… human.

I made it to the crest of the ridge. On the other side, I could see the rocky ground, slope gently away towards a river that looked like a steel ribbon cutting through the green valley below. I could see the rocks and dust of the high plains slowly give way to clumps of grass that got thicker and more lush as the terrain approached the lower elevations. It would have been a pretty nice view if it hadn't been for all the dead bodies littering the slope.

They had been heading for the woods, but never made it. Strewn in a ragged arc roughly 50 to 75 yards in front of me, a whole strikePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

We were friends since early college. Tom, Steve, Martin, Gerry, Toby. Alice and Toby were together from the start, Mina and Steve as well. Gerry had a girlfriend, but she wasn't into this kind of stuff and staid home. And me of course. Lydia. I've been part of the original group. I call them close friends, and if anyone had asked me if I'd mind a bit of benefits, I wouldn't have said no. But effectively I was single.

The trip was planned for late summer, and the weather agreed, too. I guess we had planned it for two years, although back then it had just been a silly idea after too much booze.

Somehow that idea had become more and more real, and now we were actually in Steve's minibus and driving out into the wilderness. For the barbecue.

We brought everything. Spits, charcoal, grill, even bricks for a fire-oven. Gerry had brought a ginormous kettle that looked like an evil witch would cook in it. All the gear didn't even fit in the bus, we had a trailer with that stuff and the tent.

What we didn't have was meat. And no, we weren't going hunting.

We were the meat. Well, not the boys. But Alice was almost the driving force behind it all. Without her we would have just discarded the idea. Mina, well she was a bit hesitant. I assume it scared her as much as it turned her on. Maybe it turend her on so much because she was scared. Some people are like that.

And me? Sure, I think its hot. And it would only be fair if I contribute, right? But I didn't think I'd take it all the way. I wanna watch. I'm curious. Sure, I'd try some stuff, too. Thats the coast of entry, can't be a spoilsport. What exactly, I still had no idea. I think noone had.

We knew exactly where we'd go. It was a designated grill and bbq place, but ever since they had closed the interstate and build the new highway, it was really difficult to get ther. You had to take backroads through the forest and the place was overgrown. Tom had even checked it out and made photos. We had a chainsaw and some machetes to clear the brush and make it useable.

On the first evening we were too exhausted. Building the tent had taken till ten PM and we only ate a few prepackaged granola bars for dinner and went to sleep, exhausted.

The next morning, Mina surprised us with fresh milk.

Mina had had a miscarriage. The baby boy had been deformed and her body had thrown him out lifeless, over a month early. But shPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

tl;dr: Outworld invades Earth via a fusion of the two realms... but ends up in the wrong dimension, one where a tale of souls and swords is eternally retold. Ivy Valentine finds out she's hopelessly overmatched when it comes to Mortal Kombat.

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Ivy moaned softly as she swayed back and forth in the arena known as The Pit, a dazed look on her battered face. A trickle of blood and drool ran out of her pouty purple-painted lips, and her short white hair was disheveled, tossed to and fro from the dominatrix's beating. Ivy's right arm hung limply at her side, weapon lost to the abyss, her severed formerly armored left arm lying discarded on the floor. Her large breasts jiggled as she tottered on her high-heeled boots, barely able to keep her balance on the narrow, dimly lit bridge. Ivy's skimpy costume was even more so now, having been practically torn to shreds in her struggle. Her massive tits were exposed to the world, succulent wine-colored nipples blood-engorged and stiff with excitement. Bruises dotted the pale ivory flesh of Ivy's breasts, belly, and thick thighs. The defeated domina's plump ass was entirely revealed, the fabric of her thong hanging loosely over the valley of Ivy's ass-crack. Pink open-faced hand marks were visible on the smooth flesh, welts rising where Ivy had been spanked into submission. Those same hand marks were visible on the tall woman's elegant throat, showing where she had been throttled. A steady drip-drip of honey came from her inflamed white-tufted pussy as Ivy swayed, the musky fluid dripping into the small puddle on the ground below. The slightly spread petals twitched in anticipation as a spectral voice filled the air:

"FINISH HER!"

With the command echoing through the air, Ivy's opponent approached her, his cyborg eye glinting. Ivy tried to shrink away, but her battered body would not respond. Instead, all she could do was cry out weakly as Kano grabbed her hair and pulled her to her knees, her face staring right at his throbbing erection.

"'ey sheila, fancy a fuck? Not like you got much of a choice," Kano laughed, hand releasing Ivy's hair to brandish his knife. "Don't even think about biting or I'll be wearing your head around my cock."

Ivy obediently wrapped her lips around his manhood, tongue slurping and cheeks hollowing out as she sucked on him. Kano grunted with pleasure and chuckled as he looked down at the once-proud woman servicing him. He didn'Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Setsuka bit back a moan as she played with herself, one hand cupping her large breasts, the other kneading her sopping pussy. Her kimono fanned out around her, her sheer purple top stretched over the top of sizeable bosom for easier access to her alabaster titflesh, and her white panties pulled to the side to reveal her shaven pussy. The reason for her excitement slept soundly on his back a few feet below her perch on the barn loft - Heishiro Mitsurugi, the man that had slain her master. And now, the blonde swordmistress would secure her revenge with her own hand - after it finished its current business, of course. Setsuka's arousal grew as she fantasized about what would transpire in a few minutes. It had been easy to track him to this abandoned barn in the desolate wasteland of Soul Edge's influence - a trail of destruction followed the samurai. It would be just as easy to finally destroy him, Setsuka thought to herself as she tweaked her stiff nipples. She'd jump down while he was still asleep, and take his head. Not a fair fight - but there was no point in fairness in taking revenge on the man that must have cheated in order to slay her master, who had taught her everything she knew about swordsmanship.

After that bloody work, Setsuka imagined as her elegant fingers eagerly worked her dripping cunt tunnel, she'd get herself off with his severed head - rubbing her pussy all over her trophy until it glistened with her honey. It was only fair, after what had happened the last time they fought. Setsuka's pleasure-slick vagina pulsed as she remembered the humiliation - her sword knocked away, being forced to her knees with his blade at her neck, the feeling of him using her long blond hair as a leash, the taste of his cock in her mouth, and the feeling of his seed raining down on her face and cleavage. He had left her lying on the ground after claiming the spoils of victory, his jizz painting her body and the kimono that her master had gifted her. Shame had filled Setsuka as her fingers had pushed into her panties to slip into her inflamed pussy as she lay defeated, bringing herself to squirting orgasm as she fantasized that it was her master's cock that she had worshipped, her master's seed that she was scooping off her tits in order to lick clean, her master that had overcome her and taken what he wanted from her body, not the man that had slain him.

Yes... it was only fair that she return the favor, Setsuka thought to herself as shPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Hey, you all might recognise me as the writter for Waifu Wars. Well I'm gonna have to go on a short hiatus for the rest of November due to a personal project not related to the site. But I decided hey this would be the perfect time to start another seriues idea I had. It's kinda like the DBX to Waifu Wars. Instead of a long drawn out fight some sexy fictional ladies just get killed. Feel free to suggest victims!