u/Alliya02

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Being an executioner was tough work. Public executions are often treated as shows for the general public, they would watch as the condemned are allowed their final climax before death, usually masturbating right along with them until the axe drops. Then they fight over the head and the body that the executioner kicks down for them. All in all and arousing sight.

But imagine the poor executioner, she has to hold in her own arousal throughout the entire process. And if there were multiple women to be beheaded that day? She would have to hold it in all the way. Even as one by one, the condemn orgasm and lose their heads.

This was why aleia normally wore a thin, loose dress and just a pair of panties for maximum ventilation with a modicum of modesty. But after 10 beheadings, it was too much. Her pussy was aching and leaking arousal while her breaths came in ragged pants. Her panties had been completely soaked in her arousal 5 beheadings ago and there was still 10 more to go. Some sort of relief was needed for aleia to continue.

So it was when the next condemned came, a loud mouthed woman who constantly proclaimed her innocence and complained about the injustices she faced, aleia had an idea to relieve herself. As the condemned was forced to kneel Infront of aleia, she gave them a slap to shut them up. Then while they were still stunned, she quickly bent over and pulled down her soaked panties, forcing it into the condemned's mouth as a sort of makeshift gag.

The condemned wanted to spit out the soaked panties as the overpowering taste of aleia's arousal filled her mouth, but she dared not to in fear that this might displease aleia and result in a pre-mature beheading. And so she obediently went about bringing herself to her final climax before being beheaded. Her head was hotly congested for aleia's panties within. And aleia continued on with the remaining beheadings, the extra ventilation from removing her panties helping her feel less pent up throughout the executions. Though some spectators claim seeing small squirts of clear fluids between aleia's legs whenever she beheaded a condemned afterwards.

Afterword: super short one inspired by a post of r/guro. Might be kinda rushed.

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Helena strolled through the casino, conscious of the gazes on her body. She was wearing a thin black dress that barely covered her body. The front was just two pieces of fabric that barely covered her nipples, secured at the top by a choker and below by a sash around her belly. While her back was bare, free of fabric. For the bottom, the dress had an incredibly lewd high cut, so much so that one could just barely glimpse at Helena's bare crotch and how wet it was when she walked. Her blonde hair had been tied into a long braid which she slung behind her neck and let it draped over her left shoulder.

*Click clack click clack* The high heels Helena wore announced her presence and her alluring appearance and slutty attire kept the gazes of onlookers. She wouldn't have minded if someone pounced on her then, having their way with her. But she had a job to do, so she continued on. Leaving the main area, she entered the corridor to the private areas, doors on her sides opened to private gambling rooms. Once she found the room she had been called to, she opened the door and stepped in.

The room stank of sex and gore, in the center of the room was a round table where blackjack was played at. Helena saw 7 people around the table, though likely only 6 were alive given that she was being called in. 3 of them were futas, the players and customers of the snuff casino. Of the remaining 4, they were all women. One was the banker and the other 3 were chips.

"You're here, go stand Infront of our customer there and service them. It's chip duty for you." The banker said. She was a fellow employee of the casino dressed in a tight fitting suit of a banker and a decapitation collar around her neck. With her messy shoulder length hair and cheerful face, she looked like the kind of relaxed, easygoing women that would be popular anywhere. Though it was in stark contrast to the corpse slumped on the table with a large bullet hole at the back of her head, this should be the chip Helena was here to replace.

The other two players shot the first player envious glances as Helena threw the previous chip aside and assumed the same position it had before. The chips breasts bounced as it landed on its back, slipping out of the confines of it's thin dress to reveal its nipples. Droplets of milk could be seen leaking from its nipples as the chips eyes were rolled back in orgasmic bliss, a small red hole in its forehead reminding onlookers that the chip was dead and enjoyed it.

" Hopefully you'll be my beautiful lucky chip tonight." Helena's player said as she slid her futa cock into Helena's wet pussy, slamming her hips into Helena's like there was no tommorow. Secretly, Helena hoped that that wouldn't be the case. Though she didn't say it out loud as wishing for the customer to lose is bad manners. As if on cue, the other two players continued fucking their own chips, they had been given a break as the game was paused waiting for Helena to arrive. Moans and wet slapping sounds filled the room as the banker began the next round.

The banker shuffled the deck and offered the Helena's player to cut it before shuffling again then passing each player two cards. Helena's player reached over her head to take her two cards, giving Helena's nipples a squeeze as she did so.

" Draw?" The banker asked calmly, Helena didn't get to see the cards, but she slammed her own hips into her player in order to stimulate them, hoping to distract them into making rash decisions.

" Yes" Helena's player reacted, it seems that her plan succeeded as her player drew two cards in a row before pausing. Helena squirted slightly as she imagined having a hole blown in her head, the way her body would instinctively clamp down on her players futa cock after her consciousness disappeared. But she was to be disappointed. With a confident tone, Helena's player revealed their hand and asked for a draw, their cards summed up to 19.

The banker was apprehensive, she had thought that Helena's player had gone over the limit after they drew two more cards and paused. But not only did they not, Helena's player even wanted to gamble getting 21 with 5 cards. If Helena's next card was a 2, the banker would lose her head. But the banker could not reject a player, she could only pray they drew 3 or more.

With trembling fingers, she tossed the next card to Helena's player, who then flipped it over to reveal a two. 21 in 5 cards.

With the confirmation of the bankers loss, the banker furiously began to start fingering herself as her decapitation collar began beeping.

* Shlick, drip, shlick* clear fluids ran down the bankers inner thighs and squirted onto the table as she masturbated quickly. The frequency of the beeps increased as it approached it's activation time.

*Beep, beep, beep, beep*

Faster and faster the bankers hands moved, faster and faster the collar beeped to keep pace. Once the beeps turned into a continuous siren, the collar activated. A small flash of light covered the bankers neck as a small explosion ripped her head from her body. The bankers headless body fell to the side and continued fingering itself though it's post-mortem orgasm, squirting clear fluids all over the ground. The bankers head dropped right Infront of Helena on the table, it's face contorted in pleasure at her own demise stoked Helena's envy, who was now deprived of her own chance to die for now.

"You sure are a lucky chip." Helena's player gave one last thrust before cumming in her pussy, shooting out ropes of semen into Helena's womb. She gave Helena's butt one last slap before leaving, enjoying the way it jiggled. A dead banker meant the game was over, a banker took quite some time to replace after all.

The other two players also left, but one graciously decided to snap her chips neck before leaving, she felt bad for letting her chip last so long at the table. Seeing their chips body spasm and shake in post-mortem orgasm on the table, Helena had half a mind to strangle her own self using her braid in order to sate her own desires. Though in the end she didn't, her contract forbid her from killing herself, only a customer or a banker could kill her. So Helena tidied up her attire and left, her arousal burning in her chest as she left behind a trail of milky fluids on the floor.

Afterword: pretty short one, had an idea and wrote it down. Initially thought of continuing and ending with Helena's death instead, but felt like that would be too long. So I ended it with the bankers death.

Gregory was a security guard. He was one of many that guarded the large home of the rich businesswoman Melissa. Not that it looked like a normal house to Gregory. With it's tall perimeter walls, barbed wire fencing and multiple checkpoints. It looked less like a rich persons home and more a solitary fortress in the countryside. But such details are beyond his paygrade, all that mattered was his sizable paycheck for such a simple, menial job. Not even the containers containing the corpses of young women that came in every now and then swayed his judgement. It was well known among the staff that their mistress Melissa had certain proclivities, certain desires that were best kept secret from the world. Those corpses were related to it, and everyone knew to keep quiet about it or they will be turned into one, their death branded as an accident to the outside world. Gregory knew the stories, he even personally knew a guy that got disappeared after being tested and spilling the beans.

So when yet another container with a black haired young woman that had a thick black line around her neck rolled off the back of a truck, he didn't bat an eye, he just went through the usual checks and signed the appropriate papers before receiving the container and the trolley it came on.

" You ever wonder how they always catch these sorts of young women? Are there so much young women out there with cunt for brains that fall for anything if it meant getting some action? Look at her face in there, she looks like she just came even though she's dead." Gregory's partner, Gregor , asked. He was the kind of guy to say all sorts of things to keep himself entertained over the long shifts, though he knew when to keep silent still.

" The contractor probably poses them like this after killing them to make them look more attractive for our boss. I doubt there are any woman out there actually willing to do anything just for sex." Gregory answered while pushing the trolley into a corridor, the two chatted as they pushed the trolley through a maze of corridors towards the cold room where other corpses were being preserved in.

" Wait! Wait!" A shout came as another security guard ran over. " Bring this one to the prep room, boss wants it today."

" This little lady here must be the bosses type, didn't think she digged the serious, studious type." Gregor joked as he brought the trolley to a stop.

" Quiet Gregor. Drinks after this?" Gregory chastised Gregor while switching the topic. Both Gregor and the other security guard agreed as they then pushed the trolley into the prep room, leaving it there for the other person to prepare the goods. They then headed off to enjoy their break.

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Doctor wulf got up groggily as she changed and prepared herself. It was already late at night and she hated being woken up at odd hours, but what could she say when her boss, melissa, wanted the new corpse prepared now? Wulf knew what happened to the previous doctor that Melissa had hired. They had been uncomfortable with the side job of preparing Melissa's toys and wanted to spill the beans, instead they had gotten their guts spilled all over the floor Infront of wulf when she got hired as a warning.

Walking through the building, exchanging greetings with the guards she passed by, she made her way into the corpse preparation room. It was a cold room set at 10 degrees Celsius with its own ventilation system. There were several displays and machines placed against a wall, with the center of the room dominated by a large, person sized table with a strong light above it. The table had a sink with a long wash hose at one end for cleaning corpses.

" And they didn't put the corpse on the table for me. Tsk!" Wulf muttered under her breath as she noticed the corpse container place at a corner, the central table missing a corpse that should've been there. Wulf went over to open the container and move the corpse to the table.

" They finally got one unmarked huh?" Wulf remarked as she lifted the corpse by its neck and legs. It was surprisingly light for its size, a fact that wulf was grateful for as she lowered it gently onto the table. Though wulf would not admit it, she began enjoying such duties, the corpses of these young women often reminded her of the dolls she played with when she was young, life sized dolls that she could move around as she pleased. This one Infront of her was a grade above the previous ones however. With it's long, black hair, smooth porcelain like skin and a thin, though slightly curvy body. It looked like a princess, like one cursed to eternal slumber from the fairy tales she used to read in the past. The clothes also did much to make her look the part. A red blazer inlaid with yellow fabric over a plain white shirt covered her upper body. She wore a black miniskirt that went to her knees and black shear stockings that covered her legs below.

Looking at this, wulf decided to keep the clothes intact and carefully remove them and set them aside. Normally she would just use a pair of scissors to cut them open and take them off, but she felt that her boss melissa might like the look of this corpse in its original clothes. She took off it's leather shoes and put it aside, unbuttoned it's blazer and shirt and then unfastened it's miniskirt, leaving the corpse in its underwear and stockings.

"Planning for something special?" Wulf wondered when she noticed that the corpses panties and bra matched, both a lacy black design. She unfastened it's bra and removed it's stockings along with it's panties, noting the wet stains and sticky lines of fluids between them and the corpses crotch as they were removed. The corpses pussy was slightly loose and open, easily letting wulfs gloved fingers in as she inserted two in all the way to her knuckles.

" Either she was secretly a slut or they injected her with aphrodisiacs before killing her. It should be the latter right?" Wulf wondered aloud. Deciding that the leftover arousal in the pussy would make good lubricant, wulf decided not to wash the insides. But there was another matter to handle first, leftover urine. Using one hand to bring the corpses knees to its chest, wulf used the other to gently massage it's lower stomach, her fingers gently massaging the corpses clit. Soon enough, a burst of urine squirted out, followed by a weak stream of urine. Wulf kept up the massage until no more urine was released, she then used the hose to rinse the urine away to the sink.

With the preparation for the bottom done, wulf moved her attention to the top. The nipples of the corpses modest breasts had stiffened slightly, faint beads of white liquid could be seen around them. Wulf assumed those were due to aphrodisiacs. With no irregularities here, wulf moved on to the head. The corpses head had no visible damages or bruising, so nothing for wulf to cover up or touch up on. With the corpse ready for the next step, wulf rinsed the body with the hose before preparing some soap. Luckily the corpse had maintained it's hair well, so no work was needed there, wulf only had to wash off sweat and dirt from it's body. Making sure to rub all the different corners that dirt might get trapped in, it took wulf 15 minutes to wash the corpse with soap and then dry it off with a towel. Once she was done, wulf transferred the corpse naked to another trolley, covering its body with a sheet.

" Ugh, finally it's done. Time to sleep again." Wulf rejoiced as she left the room, switching off the lights as she did so. Bringing the corpse to her bosses room was another person's job.

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Melissa laid back on a chair lazily as she slipped a glass of wine, she was naked save for a loose, unbuttoned white shirt she wore, her long hair left untied as it draped over her shoulders onto her chest. Tonight was a night for relaxation, to unwind after the stressful business dealings in the day. A bowstring strung too tight will snap after all, rest and relaxation was important for maintaining her performance. And for Melissa, rest meant playing with her dolls, those cute little things. She enjoyed dressing them up in different clothes and then removing them, playing with their naked bodies as she licked up the wine she poured on them. Biting and licking at different parts of their body to mark them, claim them as her own. Thrusting dildos up their pussies as she imagined their faces. Would she moan? Would she be bashful and stifle her moans? Or would she embrace the pleasure and let them out? Melissa fingered herself as she imagined. Sometimes when the arousal got too great, she would put on a double headed dildo and use it to thrust into the corpses pussy, imagining herself fucking them. Once she was satisfied, she would hang the corpse by its wrists and enjoy the view of it's naked body as she sat and sipped some wine. Much like she did right now, the corpse of a blonde haired woman displayed Infront of Melissa as she enjoyed the view.

" Hey, you can bring the new doll up now." Melissa reached over and requested through the intercom, tonight was different. A new corpse had just came in, and Melissa just had to have it today. It hit too many of her preferences for her to wait, a tall yet delicate looking young woman. It was as close a doll as one could ask of a human. So after warming up with the blonde haired doll, Melissa waited for her staff to bring the corpse to her.

Minutes went by and still no doll. Melissa got up and began pacing impatiently, cursing the tardiness of her staff. Suddenly, a figure dashed in and delivered a kick straight to her solar plexus. Melissa couldn't react and bent over in pain. A push came from behind as Melissa fell forwards, the breath knocked out of her chest as she felt a body pressing against her back pushing her into the ground.

" Wait--" Melissa begged before an arm around her throat squeezed her windpipe shut. Melissa struggled under her assailant to no avail, a rear naked choke was inescapable if executed properly. And properly executed it her assailant did. Melissa's body soon began unconsciously spasming, her arms and legs kicking out with no particular aim.

*Why?* Melissa thought to herself as her vision faded to darkness, she couldn't think of what she did to deserve such a fate. Her assailant kept up the chokehold even as Melissa's body went still and her eyes rolled back. Only when Melissa's body began pissing itself after three minutes did Melissa's killer get up and tidied herself. Wearing a red, yellow blazer with a black miniskirt, she was the corpse that just got delivered and was supposed to be enjoyed by Melissa.

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* Just walk around dressed nicely and hope to get caught? What idiot came up with such a plan?* Vivian complained in her mind as she strolled about town, drawing stares as she did so. It was all part of the plan to assassinate Melissa, a rich businesswoman who normally hid in her own fortified house. It leveraged Vivian's ability to revive after death in order to infiltrate as a corpse doll for Melissa. It was abit of a longshot considering they weren't even certain Melissa collected corpse dolls, it just seemed highly likely given the disappearances of young women in a certain part of town and Melissa's house getting shipments from that area in refrigerated trucks.

At worst Vivian will just get picked up by a weird guy if they turn out to be wrong, and she should be able to get out of such a simple situation on her own. These were her bosses words when Vivian complained about the lacklustre plan.

And so, unable to complain, Vivian walked around aimlessly, visiting cafes and bookstores every now and then. But even after hours of waiting as evening came, no one approached her, no one kidnapped her. It seemed that the plan wasn't working, so she decided to end it here for the day and go back home. But as a final attempt, she she decided to walk though a long, secluded alleyway. If someone had been following her, surely that would be a very tempting location for them.

And sure enough, as she walked though the dim alleyway in the evening sun, a figure suddenly appeared at the other end wielding a knife and approached Vivian.

" Who?... Who are you? Don't come over." Vivian stretched out her hand as she begged, pretending to be a scared young lady.

The figure didn't respond and simply kept approaching, Vivian took a few steps back only to bump into another figure behind her. Turning around with a scared look on her face, Vivian saw a tall man standing behind her. The man lifted an arm and jabbed at Vivian's neck with a syringe in hand.

* This must be Melissa's body snatchers, time to let them do their thing.* Vivian concluded, the mission hadn't failed. She let the syringe stab into her neck, the pain of the sudden insertion turning into hot pleasure as it's contents were injected into Vivian's arteries.

" Mphff! Ahhh!" Vivian involuntarily moaned as she stepped backwards clutching her neck away from the second man. Arousal seeped though her panties and stockings and slowly dripped onto the ground below Vivian. Her breaths quickened, her chest heaving as her body struggled to cope with the immense arousal. Vivian's cheeks flushed as her face unconsciously contorted into an expression of absolute pleasure. She could not even think of anything other than the pleasure, not the mission, not anything else.

Just as her climax was about to hit, her pleasure about to reach it's peak, the first figure wrapped their arm around her neck and twisted her ner neck with it. Vivian's body climaxed when its neck was broken, her body shaking and spasming as a torrential of femcum squirted from her pussy onto the ground below, her arms falling slack to her sides as her legs while her legs kicked out. The first figure supported Vivian's body as it rode out it's final orgasm. Once the spasms ended, they moved to hold Vivian's corpse by the armpits while the other guy held the legs. They then lay her into a box they prepared nearby and wrapped it up, moving it to another building to be sent off.

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Vivian's eyes fluttered open as she lay on the corpse preparation table naked having revived. Death was not a sensation less void for her, Vivian could still vaguely sense her body and surroundings, though she had no control over her body. So it was absolutely embarrassing for her when the doctor had made her corpse urinate. Having someone massage her lower stomach and lift her knees in order to make her pee, that was just too much. She had prepared herself mentally for having her body used while she was dead, but this was something else.

Anyways, back on target. Vivian looked around and noticed that the room was dark and empty. Shivering in the cold air, she stumbled around until she found the light switches. Putting on her clothes, the wet stains on her panties and stockings were cold to the touch, but she couldn't just leave them here, so she beared with the discomfort and wore them still.

Vivian had a guess of the layout of the house due to the blueprints submitted by Melissa to the city when getting permission to build the house. Even if much had been remodeled, her boss had passed her several other possible plans of the house based on the original one incase it turns out there were modifications. Using these, she sneakily made her way around the house to where she suspected Melissa's room to be at, taking care to avoid cameras and patrols along the way.

Though in the end, it wasn't too hard to find as Melissa's part of the house was much better decorated than where Vivian had came from and her room was the only one lit. Confirming that Melissa was in the room and pacing about with no one else nearby, Vivian pulled the door open and rushed in, kicking Melissa in the solar plexus before she could react. Vivian channeled her prior embarrassment into force as she then got behind Melissa and pushed her down. Not letting Melissa speak for long, she wrapped her arm around Melissa's neck, strangling her until she was dead. Her chokes and spasms a slight catharsis for Vivian.

Certain that Melissa was now dead, Vivian got up and prepared to leave, though not before snapping a few pictures of herself beside Melissa's corpse using her phone for proof.

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" And so you're saying you hid yourself in a trash bag and then killed yourself to pretend to be a bag of trash in order to escape? That's why you're the best Vivian, good job." Vivian sheepishly thanked her boss as they congratulated her, tapping her on the shoulders as they did so.

Afterword: took a long time to release another one huh? Between irl stuff and an inability to commit to a idea, it took some time before I decided enough was enough and I had to at least finish one of them. And in the end, it was this story idea that got finished.

It's abit different compared to the previous ones. Not only is it pretty long, I feel like the sex and gore parts were abit shorter this time. Not sure whether that's a good thing or bad thing. But hope it still turns out fine.

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A traditional duel. One which demanded it's participants to fight in the nude till death, the loser to be shamed and used as the winner pleased.

Sakuya stood on the edge of the square platform dressed in white robes, her arms folded as she awaited her opponent, hyakuran. Sakuya had short white hair and an ample bosom, her curves visible through the tight robes.

The reason for the duel was an insult by hyakuran, " A lust-addled bitch in heat" she called sakuya. While not too serious on its own, this was the straw that broke the camels back in the long standing feud between the two. Sakuya thew her gloves at hyakuran in public and demanded a traditional duel. Hyakuran accepted, excited to finally be able to kill sakuya.

Murmurs could be heard from the crowd opposite sakuya, they parted as a blonde woman strode forth similarly clad in white robes like sakuya, this was hyakuran.

" I'll be looking forward to show them who you truly are." Hyakuran said with a sneer as she stepped up the platform.

"And I'll show them how weak you are." Sakuya replied resolutely.

With one last exchange of barbs, both got ready for the duel, slowly stripping off the white ceremonial robes. Sakuya removed hers to reveal a toned body with large breasts, a smattering of neatly trimmed pubic hair could be seen above her pussy. Hyakuran removed hers to reveal a soft and supple body with large breasts and butt. What caught the attention of most was her long futa cock, erect and standing at attention. Their attendants approached them from behind to give them their katana, unsheathed. Only the victor would get to sheathe their katana.

As both got into a ready stance, sakuya holding hers with two hands by her side while hyakuran pointed hers directly at sakuya, the onlooking crowd held their breaths. With their similar level in skills, the crowd knew that the first strike would settle the duel.

Hyakuran and sakuya stared each other in the eyes as they moved closer, their muscles coiling like springs in preparation for the first and last exchange of blows in the duel.

Closer

Closer

The crowd watched with bated breathes as the two neared the center of the platform.

"Shaaa" suddenly, the sounds of footsteps could be heard as the two duelists exchanged positions in the blink of an eye. Both looked as though they slashed with their swords.

*Hah! I felt an impact with my swor-- wait, why can't I move my fingers?* Sakuya thought to herself, triumph turning to cold panic as a thin red line appeared on her neck.

* That's it then. I'll enjoy fucking your--- wait, why can't I feel my legs?* Hyakuran thought to herself, her thoughts turning to confusion as a thin red line appeared at her waist.

Synchronised as if planned before hand, both duelists bodies orgasmed at the same time. Sakuya body suddenly straightened as it squirted thick femcum onto the platform below it's pussy, it's arms suddenly straightened by its sides still gripping onto her katana. Twin streams of blood shot from the arteries in her neck and flowed down her breasts as the motion of her body straightening launched her head backwards onto the ground. Sakuya's head looked up confused at the sight of her headless body squirting before her, her tongue sticking out and tasting the squirt from her own pussy as a blush crept into her cheeks.

As for hyakuran, her lower half suddenly straightening its legs and thrusting it's hips as it shot ropes of semen from it's futa cock caused her upper half to fall backwards. Hyakuran's katana fell out of her hands as she tried to brace her impact, her intestines sliding out from the impact.

*Wha--* hyakuran wondered before her own butt suddenly smashed into her face. Her lower body had lost strength and fell backwards, perfectly sitting on hyakuran's face and covering it with her own soaking pussy. Hyakuran struggled to push off her lower half, suffocating from her face being covered by her own butt as her lower half thrusted it's hips splurting semen onto her escaping intestines below. A futile effort as she was too weak, her arms soon falling to the side as hyakuran suffocated to death, her upper body relaxing while her lower half continued thrusting it's hips.

The spectators watched confused, looking at sakuya's headless body standing while squirting and hyakuran's bisected body, her upper half suffocated by her lower half. This was the first time a mutual kill had occured in the history of the traditional duel, there was no precedent to rely on to judge who won.

As the crowd discussed, sakuya's quick thinking attendant quickly ran up beside her mistress. Sheathing sakuya's katana for her, she held sakuya's right hand and raised it up. " The rules state that the winner gets to sheathe her katana. See here, my mistress is still holding on to her katana and it is sheathed. This means that she is the winner of this duel." She spoke loudly and clearly, looking at the spectators around the platform. Hyakuran's attendant and her other friends wanted to retort. But between the shameful way she suffocated on her own pussy, and the fact that she had let go of her own katana. They could not retort sakuya's attendant.

With this, sakuya was declared the winner post-mortem. A faint smile could be seen on her head as her attendant raised it up for the crowd to see. Sakuya's headless body still standing and holding on to it's katana. The fountain between her legs reduced to a stream as a tinge of yellow mixed in due to incontinence.

Afterword: I sure am on a roll this week, another short story inspired by a vid I saw on pixv.

Mutual kills sure are nice, everyone gets to win.

The war ended before she could even fight. In a stunning decapitation strike, the empire managed to kill the queen of Aretz and many major nobles of the queendom of Aretz. The remaining leaderless armies of Aretz surrendered to the empire without a fight, jean being one such soldier. She had been an executioner before, one skilled with decapitation with the sword. It was a well-paid yet socially rejected job. Wanting to escape the stigma, jean quit her job and left the city, signing up as a soldier thinking that her skills were transferable to the battlefield. But now as she stood in formation with the others dressed in their casual clothes, it seemed that that was a poor choice.

They were surrounded by many empire soldiers, with one of them going through the ranks and pulling out people at random. To jean, it seemed that they were picking out a third of their numbers for some unknown purpose, maybe they would be executed, or maybe not. Jean wasn't selected, the remaining Aretz soldiers made to reform their formation.

"Everybody strip!" A leading empire soldier shouted. * Seems like we are going to be executed then.* thought jean. She dutifully stripped, throwing her clothes into a pile at her feet as she tied her blonde hair into a bun. There had been some protests, some didn't want to strip. But these protests were quickly silenced when the protesting soldiers were mercilessly speared by the empire soldiers and left to bleed out painfully.

They were then lined up and made to queue up to be executed, with the queue going up to the large execution platform. They were to be executed by being decapitated with a sword, ironic given that this was jeans most proficient form of execution, and now it was going to be done on her.

Jean watched from a distance as other women were made to kneel. Their heads flying soon after as the executioner swung her sword. Their spasming bodies would be kicked off into one ditch while their heads thrown to another. Some were crying in the queue, turning to beg for mercy from the surrounding empire soldiers. Others had began masturbating, chasing one last orgasm before meeting their end. As for jean, she was instead getting annoyed by the executioner.

To jean, the executioners technique looked sloppy, her swings not graceful enough. There were times when she accidentally sliced into the skull instead of the back of the neck. While other times she didn't fully slice through the neck, requiring the executioner to try another slash at the poor victim that collapsed spasming onto the floor as her brain sent confused signals through the damaged spinal cord. At first jean tried to ignore it, but it slowly swallowed her attention. What if the executioner messed up when it was her turn? Being forced to have her neck chopped twice would be painful, even if some pleasure could be obtained.

As Jean got closer to the platform, she had enough of the executioners incompetence. Walking out of the queue, she forcefully walked up the platform and yanked the sword out of the executioners hands.

"Your technique is terrible, your cuts are sloppy. Let me show you how it's done." Jean said to the executioner, who was too stunned to retort. So were the other empire soldiers, who ever heard of someone about to be executed scolding the executioner and demanding to show them how it's done?

"Next person up! Kneel there," jean said as she took control of the execution, her fellow soldiers also confused but still going along with it. " Start masturbating, when you cum, that's when I remove your head. Consider it a final consolation."

The woman began masturbating furiously, her climax coming quickly amongst her moans. Jean swiftly removed her head then, gracefully swinging the executioners sword and giving a nice clean cut. The woman's body had not even noticed it lost it's head, her headless body continuing to finger itself as it squirted from orgasm. Once it's spasms were finished, jean kicked it into the ditch while she threw the head to another. " That's how it is supposed to be done. Let me show you a few more times to make sure you understand." Jean said as she continued executing more.

Very soon, jean beheaded all the remaining soldiers of Aretz, only she was left. Passing back the executioners sword, she kneeled and began fingering herself. " Don't forget what I said. Swing the blade properly at the neck, use your entire body." She told the executioner in between moans. Due to watching all the previous executions, jean was already aroused and thus was quickly reaching climax. Her moans steadily getting louder as clear, thick fluids dripped between her fingers onto the platform below. Wet sounds could be heard as her fingers slipped in and out of her pussy forcefully.

With the end in sight, jean pushed herself off the edge by pinching her nipples hard. "Ahhh NOW!!" She screamed in climax, ordering the executioner to behead her then, to which she dutifully complied. This time, the executioners swing was good. Jeans head flew off as her headless body continued pinching its nipples, one hand moving to finger its pussy as it squirted all over the platform.

*At least it was a good swing* jean thought to herself as she watched her headless body continues to masturbate from her severed head, spasming and shaking as it rode out it's last orgasm. Once it had stopped moving, the executioner kicked it into the ditch and then threw jeans head into the other. The last thing jean saw was many other heads with pleasure wracked faces, her own face contorted into a similarly pleasured expression.

"What a crazy bitch." Was the executioners response before joining the other empire soldiers in shovelling dirt into the ditches to bury the headless corpses.

Afterword: just a quick short one, had an idea I thought interesting.

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Prison. Solitary confinement was not a comfortable place. Clothes that were too rough, a small room she did everything in, a room she won't get to leave until it's the end of her life. There were many reasons why Adelheid found solitary confinement to be an unpleasant experience. Though it could have been worse given the absolute kangaroo court her court martial was where she was sentenced to be hung till death for crimes against the state. What crimes against the state? She had done too well during the war, stood out too much and became a popular figure. Now she was framed for crimes she did not commit to get rid of her as soon as the war ended.

She had went through the whole cycle of emotions, anger, crying, begging; often times there was no one to even listen to her, all guards were forbidden from approaching unless it's about settling adelheids daily needs like food and laundry. Having gone through a wide range of emotions, adelheid had mostly calmed down, facing her upcoming execution with stoic resolve. But there was one thing still nagging at her, a desire that had slowly grown in her from the time she first heard the judges sentence.

* I want to have sex one last time. *

As a futa, Adelheid had a naturally high libido. But she couldn't even get a chance to masturbate, much less have sex, throughout the years the war lasted. Always being sent to the front, always involved in some hare-brained schems that sent her infiltrating behind enemy lines or testing some ridiculous prototype. There were always more important things to do and worry about. So this desire of hers was repressed and ignored. It was only when faced with the finality of death in the form of her execution did these desires burst out, when there was nothing else left to worry about after all.

So she sat in her cell, her futa cock stiff and arousal leaking from her pussy as she let her mind wander, imagining all sorts of lewd scenarios she could've found herself in. Threesomes, bondage play, doing it in public, a hot steamy night after a date. In a way, it was a form of escapism, running away from the upcoming execution by imagining such scenarios.

Despite her arousal, she did not masturbate in her cell. Afterall, who knows when a guard would come by? Adelheid would rather not be led to her execution right after masturbating. Or even worse, before she could cum. Forced to dance on the rope while her pussy and futa cock ached for one last orgasm they would never get.

As Adelheid daydreamed in her cell, a voice came which brought her back to reality.

"Hello there, can't believe I get to be the one to accompany the battlefield angel for her final trip."

An blonde haired woman stood Infront of adelheids cell as she spoke, her tight uniform emphasising her body's curves while her miniskirt gave way to shear stockings that covered her long, shapely legs. The cheerful expression on her face was blinding to Adelheid, who could barely look at her light blue eyes framed by the golden blonde bangs that extended messily from her scalp. Though what glimpses of the woman's face Adelheid managed reminded her of someone she's seen before, a passing aquaintance on the battlefield perhaps?

" I'm not sure if you remember me, I was one of the injured soldiers you saved at the Isonzo front, my name is hilde. I still remember being slung under your arms as you dashed back to our line through a hail of bullets from the enemy. Well, things happened and now I've become an executioner~." The executioner named hilde cheerfully carried on without waiting for a response.

Finally processing that someone was standing Infront of her fully, Adelheid quickly covered the bulge at her crotch as she squeezed her legs together. " Ah right... Sorry I don't remember." She murmured as she looked away bashfully, wondering if hilde noticed.

" It's fine it's fine, it's been quite some time anyways. But I'm one to repay her debts no matter what," hilde quickly replied as she sat next to Adelheid on her bed. A little too closely for adelheids liking, she could feel the warmth of Hilde's body, the softness that couldn't be hidden by any uniform as hilde leaned against Adelheid with her whole body. Whispering into adelheids ear, hilde continued: " Do you have any final requests? Every prisoner I've executed so far always had the same request, especially if they're a futa. Don't be shy, I understand."

*How does she know? Should I?* Adelheid's mind swarmed with many conflicting thoughts, her natural desires, her sense of modesty, resignation. She didn't know how to respond to hilde, simply sitting there as she hemmed and hawed, unable to look hilde in the eyes. This state was broken when hilde suddenly moved her left hand to adelheid's crotch, thumb rubbing the growing bulge while the other fingers brushed against the moist patch below.

" No need to feel embarrassed, there's no one watching," hilde said as she then leaned in even more." If you don't say anything, don't try to stop me at all, I'll just keep going.". Hilde's hands didn't stop, constantly stimulating Adelheid as she waited for a response.

"Please." Adelheid murmured a single needy word steeped in desire, giving in to her lust. Hilde immediately pulled down adelheids pants as she grasped adelheids futa cock with her left hand while she used her right hand to tease adelheid's pussylips. "Make sure to tell me where it feels good~" hilde whispered sultrily into adelheids ear as she began pumping adelheids futa cock with her left hand.

"Yes...over there."

"Slower...wait, slower please."

"The tip..ahhh...yess"

"Deeper please... Up abit more...hggnnhh."

Hilde followed adelheids instructions and comments, moving her hands to give Adelheid as much pleasure as possible. Very quickly, Adelheid came. Cum splurted from her futa cock onto the ground while femcum from her pussy stained the bed below her. Adelheid wasn't sure whether hilde was just that good or she had just been that lent up, but finishing so quickly left her slightly embarrassed. As she gathered her courage to ask hilde for one more time, hilde suddenly stood up and pulled down her mini-skirt, removing her stockings as she placed both onto the ground in a neat pile.

She then pushed Adelheid onto the bed whilst straddling her hips. Using to fingers to spread her pussy wide, hilde asked Adelheid:" look at it, it's so wet and wanting. I'm sure once isn't enough for you aswell right? Come, finish it in it's proper place." Adelheid didn't respond, she simply thrust her hips up, the sight of Hilde's spread, sopping pussy instantly hardening her futa cock again.

As hilde bounced on adelheids futa cock, twisting and turning to give more stimulation, she did not leave her hands idle. Using her thighs and core to stabilise herself, she used one hand to finger adelheids pussy while the other groped adelheids breasts. Being pleasured from every angle, adelheids mind was a mess of lust and instincts without a single conscious thought. Her body moved mindlessly for pleasure that she finally managed to have after years of waiting.

This time, Adelheid lasted longer than before, not cumming as quickly as before. Hilde then used the hand that had been groping adelheids chest to grasp adelheids neck gently. "Slowly, this is how it would feel like on the noose, the tension as it wraps around your neck stealing your breath." Hilde said as she steadily tightened her grip on adelheids neck. Even as adelheids face began to redden from suffocation, hilde did not let go, she instead tightened her grip further. " Shhh... Don't think about suffocation, just focus on your crotch. Doesn't your futa cock feel good? Your pussy aswell? Just focus on them when the time comes." Hilde said gently to Adelheid.

Adelheid was losing control of her body, the initial suffocation was a surprise, she had been too weak to stop it. And now the pleasure was too great to want to stop. She had followed Hilde's order, directing what consciousness she had left to the pleasure from her futa cock and pussy, the suffocation heightening the pleasure gained. Her body spasmed and thrust it's hips mindlessly as Adelheid suffocated, her tongue sticking out as her face slowly turned purple. Even in the midst of pleasure, hilde did not let herself get distracted, knowing how far a futa could be strangled based on experience. She continued her grip on adelheids neck even as adelheid's motions slowed and weakened. Even as adelheids eyes rolled back and her toes were all that's left that twitched. Only when adelheid's futa cock came, filling Hilde's insides with warmth, did she finally let go. Cupping adelheids mouth with hers as she forced fresh air into adelheids lungs to resuscitate her.

Regaining consciousness took some time, the experiences leading up to passing out seeming like dreams of her unconscious desire. But awaken she did, Adelheid sat up as she inspected herself. Her pants were gone, the bed was wet and above all, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

" Most take longer to reawaken." A voice nearby reminded Adelheid that it wasn't a dream, she had sex with hilde and hilde was still in the cell. Hilde sat at the other end of the bed, using some tissue she brought to wipe down her crotch.

"Thank you." Adelheid said sheepishly, her final wish had been granted.

" Don't thank me yet, there's still more on the way." Hilde said as she wore her stockings and miniskirt and then left, leaving Adelheid to wonder what she meant.

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Nearly every other day since then, hilde had visited Adelheid, always ending with suffocating Adelheid until she came. At first it had just been pleasurable because of sex, but over time, even just having her neck grabbed by hilde gave Adelheid great pleasure. Sub consciously, Adelheid began wondering if hanging will feel just as good.

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The time has come. Adelheid could hear Hilde's footsteps as she approached, but this time they sounded heavier. Hilde stood outside the cell, looking at Adelheid instead of going in like usual. Adelheid knew what this meant, today was to be her last. But as she sat up from her bed, Hilde's words shocked her to stillness. "Strip." She said to Adelheid. Adelheid wanted to protest, to ask why do this? But she was pre-empted by hilde.

" It's for your pleasure, to make the going easier. Don't worry, it's just you and me. Not only will no one be watching, they don't even want to leave behind a recording of the thing."

Adelheid reluctantly accepted, pulling off her top and bottom as she laid them neatly on the bed. She had come to trust Hilde over the past few days, not to mention she had nothing much left to lose. Hilde bound adelheids hands behind her back loosely with a soft, silk rope, leading her out of the cell to the execution chamber.

True to her words, Adelheid saw no one as hilde led her to the execution chamber, not even a single camera. The set-up was a simple one, a bar overhead where a rope was attached to. Adelheid would stand on a chair and have the noose attached to her neck. When it was time to go, hilde would kick the chair out underneath her, the rope measured carefully so that adelheids toes would be just out of reach of the floor. The floor was a surface with many tiny holes, which would let whatever fluids Adelheid would release throughout the process be brought away by a drain.

Both Hilde and Adelheid stood on the same chair as hilde attached the noose around adelheids neck. Hilde gave Adelheid one last hug before saying: " remember, it's just like before, don't think about the suffocation. If you do it properly, the hanging will feel great." As she stepped off the chair. Now standing on the chair alone, the sensation of the noose about her neck caused Adelheid to feel aroused, her futa cock stiffening as clear fluids dripped from her pussy.

Hilde gave adelheids futa cock one last lick, coating it in her saliva as she took out a pocket pussy. " It's going to be hard to suck your futa cock as you are getting hanged, so I brought this pocket pussy modelled after my own." Hilde said as she pushed it to envelop adelheids futa cock. " It really does feel the same." Adelheid said between moans, the tension of the noose making her even more aroused.

Hilde pumped the pocket pussy up and down as she twist and turned it, massaging adelheids futa cock through it. Adelheid herself was focused on the pleasure, thrusting her hips trying to derive more pleasure from it. When the time was right, when Adelheid was engrossed in the pleasure coming from her futa cock, hilde chose this moment to bring up a new toy she brought for this moment.

"Ta-dah! Look, it's a replica of your futa cock, as accurate as I could make it," Hilde said as she presented the dildo to Adelheid. " Surely being penetrated by your own futa cock is a new and I teresting experience for you right?". Adelheid looked at the dildo in Hilde's hands. * Is that really what my futa cock looks like? It's so big and veiny.* Were adelheids thoughts as hilde waved it Infront of her before moving it between her legs. But at this moment, just before inserting the dildo into her, Hilde kicked the chair out underneath Adelheid. The dildo slamming into adelheids pussy as she dropped.

Pleasure surged in adelheids mind as hilde pumped the pocket pussy up and down her futa cock and did the same with the dildo in adelheids pussy. Even as adelheid suffocated from the noose, the pain was replaced instead with pleasure from her pussy and futa cock. The previous times where Hilde had strangled her during sex conditioning her body to derive pleasure in this final moment. Not only did the pocket pussy feel just like Hilde's pussy, the dildo shaped after her own fit so nicely in her pussy as if it was always meant to be. As adelheids mind crumbled from the pleasure, her body began mindlessly shaking and spasming. Not from an instinctive desire to escape but rather trying to derive more pleasure from Hilde.

Hilde dodged and moved to follow adelheids mindless movements, making sure not to support adelheids body or get hit by it. " Remember, focus on the pleasure." She reminded Adelheid, not that she seemed to be listening. More clear fluids dripped from adelheids pussy, coating her inner thighs as it dropped onto the floor. Her body glistened with sweat from her physical exertion, her breasts heaving and slapping her own body loudly as Adelheid turned and spasmed wildly.

Looking at it, Hilde was certain that Adelheid was about to cum based on prior experiences. So she slammed the pocket pussy down onto adelheids futa cock, gripping it tightly and turning it while she pushed the dildo all the way into adelheids. Hilde's judgement was right, this shot Adelheid over the edge, her futa cock shooting thick ropes of cum as she thrust her hips forcefully. Adelheid's pussy sprayed femcum all over the ground and some even got onto Hilde's uniform. Hilde then used both hands to massage Adelheids futa cock through the pocket pussy, leaving the dildo in adelheids pussy as she coaxed out some more semen from adelheids futa cock, prolonging her orgasm.

Slowly, the thrusts weakened as adelheids body slowed then stopped. Hilde stepped back to enjoy the view, certain that Adelheid was fully dead. Adelheid's face was purple, her eyes rolled back and her tongue sticking out of her mouth, saliva dripping from it's tip. But above all else, Adelheid looked happy, her face full of pleasure the last expression she'll ever have.

*Pop* adelheids pussy lost it's grip on the dildo in it as adelheids muscles relaxed. Following the dildo, adelheids futa cock began leaking urine onto the ground as adelheids corpse became incontinent, though her futa cock was still hard thoughout the process. Then, milk also began dripping from adelheids breasts, some flowing down her breasts to her lower body then to the ground, while the rest dropped onto the floor directly. While it wasn't unheard of for corpses to lactate after death by hanging, it was still quite rare for it to happen. Hilde decided to give it a taste, sucking on adelheids nipples. Adelheid's breast milk was thick and sweet, causing Hilde to get hungry as she wanted to drink more.

Once there was no more milk left, Hilde stepped away from adelheids corpse again, leaving it to sway side by side. " It's too bad she had to die, hopefully I have her enough pleasure to make up for it." Hilde said sullenly as she observed, burning the sight of adelheids hanged corpse into her memory.

Afterword: abit of a long one, again inspired by another fic I read somewhere else. Hopefully in turned out well, I tried being more descriptive in the actions taken by the characters.

To test the new clones and ensure their effectiveness in combat beyond just training simulations, Militaria bio-tech subsidiary company gives them one last test before they are listed for sale in order to ensure product quality standards are upheld.

The test is simple, they have to survive 5 consecutive duels against old and/or underperforming clones slated for liquidation. In order to ensure that their opponents are sufficiently motivated, the one that manages to kill the tested clone gets a new lease on life, having their grade raised by one rank before being listed as a product again.

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Haru squirmed in her seat as she waited to be called, the bunny girl outfit she was ordered to wear uncomfortable for her. She had been underperforming lately, she knew that, but she didn't think her owner would be so strict as to sell her back to her producer so quickly.

*Haaah...* With a long sigh, she stretched her legs as she tried to console herself. * At least there just so happen to be a new clone being tested, otherwise it's straight to the meat grinder for me. If I win, I get to live still. *

*Beep* " haru, report to the testing room now." The announcers voice came from the ceiling.

Haru got up and tidied her blonde hair, tying it into a bun as she adjusted the bunny ears on her head. She picked up her trusty sword before leaving the room, walking through a corridor before entering the testing room.

The testing room was a wide and tall room, it's floor made of polished metal. Haru could see multiple cameras around the walls of the room, all pointed at the center where her opponent stood.

Her opponent was a tall woman, with long silver hair and blue eyes. Most eye-catching were the white horns on her head and the reptilian tail that swayed left and right behind her back. Dressed in a black knee length skirt and blouse, she looked stunning as she stood there katana in hand, silently watching haru.

Haru looked to the left where dead clones would have been stored in a wheelbarrow. It was empty.

*Damm, I have to be the first one huh, things are not looking good.* Haru thought to herself as she got into a ready stance, her opponent doing the same.

" So... No hard feelings?" Haru said, hoping to relieve her taut nerves with some banter. Though her opponent didn't give her much to reply to.

"A painless death I will grant you, my first kill, unless you wish for something more intimate." She said coldly.

* Damm, do those horns and tail make her personality inhuman aswell?* Haru tried to make a joke to herself as the two silently approached.

The duel was over in a flash, haru lunged forwards thrusting her sword. But her opponent disappeared, harus vision suddenly rising as she saw her own headless body standing in the textbook position of a lunge minus it's head, two fountains of blood squirting from her bloody neck.

Then her vision spun as it lowered, she saw her body becoming incontinent, milk dripping from her nipples out of the bunny girl suit. Her opponent approaching her twitching body calmly without a tinge of blood on her katana.

A hard impact signified her head landing on the ground, haru's opponent was already carrying her twitching headless corpse on her shoulder as she walked to the wheelbarrow, a trail of urine and other fluids could be seen behind her.

*At least... It was... Fast...* Haru thought to herself as her consciousness slowly faded.

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Bai had strived to remain calm as she held her opponents twitching headless body, but she couldn't deny that the sight of her opponents death caused a heat to build up in her lower stomach, especially the expression their head had as it flew into the air.

Bai had chosen such an outfit and acted in such a way in order to exude an air of grace and beauty, the horns and tail giving it an exotic touch. She hoped that by doing this, her potential owner will see her and review this footage and buy her as a personal bodyguard/bed companion. And not as a common foot soldier or frontline combatant.

But even as she dumped the headless body into the wheelbarrow, it's breast jiggling from the impact, she couldn't deny the building arousal.

* Not now, hold it in. * She willed herself to withstand the temptation as she cleaned up the room, moving to retrieve her opponents head to place into the wheelbarrow.

Just as she had placed the head into the wheelbarrow, a door slid open as her next opponent entered. Similarly dressed in another bunny suit, she was a short and unremarkable woman. Seeing that they declined to speak, either due to nervousness or some other unknown reason, Bai decided to speak.

" Good day, and good bye." Bai taunted her opponent as she charged forwards.

To her opponents credit, they seemed more skilled than the previous one, able to at least parry and counter Bai's attacks with her sword. But they were too anxious, hastily reacting to Bai's every move.

*Yet again another underperformer, I won't look good if I only defeat such easy opponents. Let's try an eye catching technique to make up for it.* Bai thought to herself as she plotted her victory.

As the two separated once again, Bai's opponent panted in exhaustion while Bai seemed unchallenged. Bai stepped forwards and swung her katana horizontally at her opponent, purposely choosing a wide arc so her opponent would try to parry it for a counter.

Her opponent took the bait, swinging their sword down diagonally to hit Bai's sword away. But as she did so, Bai suddenly reached behind with her left hand and pulled out a short sword hidden behind her back. Swinging it up, Bai used it to parry her opponents blade, her right arm continuing to swing her katana at her opponents midsection.

Bai could see the fear in her opponents eyes as their sword was knocked away, her own katana beginning to dig into their belly. Due to it being swung one handed, it didn't cut deep. But the long, horizontal laceration across her opponents belly was enough to seal the match in her favour.

Bai's opponent collapsed onto the floor, kneeling in place as she tried to prevent her guts from dropping out. Bai sheathed the shortsword as she composed herself, then using the katana to tilt her opponents chin up so she could see their face better.

Pain could be seen from her expression. But lust? Resignation? Why were they lurking behind the pain expressed so clearly on her opponents face?

*Maybe when it's my time, I will understand why. Anyways, shes suffered enough, time to end it.* Bai thought to herself as she swung her katana wordlessly, decapitating her opponent.

Their headless body reacted more than the previous one did, thrusting it's hips as it fell backwards, it's guts spilling to the side as it's hands lost their grip.

Bai dragged the body along the ground whilst holding it's head by the hair once it stopped twitching, not wanting it's fluids to dirty her outfit. Tossing both into the wheelbarrow.

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Bai's next two opponents were old one with plenty of tricks up their sleeves. One used a spear with great dexterity, keeping Bai at range before she managed to slice the spear in half. The second one was much tougher, requiring Bai to snap her neck from behind as they both lost their weapons and fought bare handed, her hidden shortsword had been knocked away aswell.

Disposing of the body and tidying up her outfit and hair, Bai picked up her blades before awaiting her next opponent.

"Hi~ hi~" the next opponent said as they walked in. " Looks like it's a beautiful one this time, they sure give me a cute one every time I come back here. Now tell me how you'll like to die, I'll even let you cum one last time since you're so cute."

Her last opponent was a short one like the second one, but she had a much sharper aura, causing Bai to instinctively tense up.

* This won't be easy. *

Despite not liking her opponents tone and what they said, Bai reined in her emotions as she played along with them. " I should be saying that to you, I'll let you cum one last time too before you die, a mercy I didn't extend to my previous opponents." She said as she got into a guarding stance with her katana.

" Guess I get to pick then~" Bai's opponent said as she suddenly flicked her arm, a knife grazing her cheek as she dodged to the side. Bai's opponent then charged in with twin daggers, closing the distance quickly. Bai quickly stepped back as she swatted at her opponent with her katana to keep them away.

The tempo of the fight favoured Bai's opponent who held the initiative, moving in and retreating as she pleased. The number of small cuts on Bai's body and dress slowly accumulated, her appearance slowly becoming more dishevelled.

* This can't continue, I need to strike back.* Bai thought to herself urgently, even this far into the duel she did not give up, her eyes unwavering as she stared at her opponent looking for weak spots.

"Not shivering in fear yet? You're not bad compared to the others I've faced." Bai's opponent said as she lunges forwards with her dagger.

Bai decided to try something risky, if it failed, then she would die. But if she succeeded, this could be the turning point.

Bai drew her shortsword, dual wielding her swords as she slashed relentlessly at her opponent. She didn't expect this to work, this was a distraction meant to conceal. And it worked, her opponent dodging a few slashes before cooeing as she suddenly closed in whilst dodging, daggers stabbing at Bai's chest. " Just because you got two swords doesn't mean you should swing both~." Her opponent said as they closed in.

Before the daggers stabbed into her chest, Bai's opponent suddenly fell backwards as if she tripped on something, daggers clattering on the floor as she fell hard.

Bai had wrapped her tail around her opponents ankle, tripping them as they approached. This was an experimental technique she had wanted to practice more with but she had no other choice, there was no other way for her to turn the tables. But luckily it worked.

As they fell, Bai stabbed her blades into her opponents shoulders, pinning them to the ground as she loomed over them. "Go on, make yourself cum one last time." Bai said coldly, though her heart beat frantically at how closely she almost lost.

Without any comments, her opponent immediately moved their hands to their crotch as they began fingering themselves. Despite the pain, Bai's opponent seemed to be enjoying herself. A grin slowly appearing on her face as she seemed to be reaching climax.

***I know I say I will let her cum one last time, but that self satisfied face of hers is pissing me off.* Bai thought to herself. She then stood up and retracted her blades, swiftly slicing her opponents throat as she turned gracefully. Eyes closed as she flicked the blood off her blade as she did so.

* Try cumming from that.* Bai thought as she heard gurgling sounds from behind. Just as she was about to walk away, Bai felt her hair standing, an instinctive feeling of oncoming danger. Without hesitation, Bai ducked as a dagger pierced through where her head had been. Her opponent somehow managed to stand up even after her neck was sliced. Bai quickly countered by stabbing upwards with her katana as she turned, plunging it into her opponents chin, it's tip appearing on the other side covered in gray matter.

Bai stepped back to look at her opponent. With a blade piercing through their brain, her expression was erratic as she lost control of her body, her body somehow able to still stand despite spasming and thrusting it's hips. Blood dripped from the cut in her throat as clear fluids dripped from her crotch below.

* Not a bad way to secure my future, I'm certain potential customers will like the way I dispatched her.* Bai thought as she finally allowed herself to relax, sheathing her shortsword while letting her hands roam around her body. Finally letting her body enjoy the pleasure it has been craving for as she watched her final opponents body twitch and spasm.

*Beep* " Good job Bai, you may go back to rest and await your owner once you are finished." The announcers voice spoke, letting Bai have some fun.

Afterword: despite having other ideas and slowly trying to write them, the passion for them slowly waned. But this one suddenly came to me and for some reason I had more motivation for this one. It was inspired by some artwork I found on pixv, so I tried writing a fic loosely based on its setting.

The final kill with the blade through the brain was something I read from another fic here some years back. While not exactly a beheading, it was still pretty interesting to see how a person would react to that happening to them, the sight of them just standing there seemed pretty erotic.

Also, dragon girls are cute, that's why I gave Bai horns and a tail.

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It has been 200 years since the nuclear Armageddon that destroyed the old world. Despite popular fears of the time about the end of humanity, human extinction did not occur. Whether it be due to nuclear arms treaties before it, new counter measures against ICBM's or military installations being a much higher priority target than population centers. What prevented human anniliation is still a hotly debated topic amongst historians and students in the slowly recovering superpowers formed on top of the ashes of the old world.

Though many conflicts still occur around the world in the neutral territories between the new superpowers. The neutral territories are a harsh land filled with petty kingdoms, brutal dictatorships and maybe the odd decent country. The new superpowers conduct proxy wars against each other by supporting the various polities of the neutral territories. Sending in PMCs to help their proxy instead of their own personnel, both for deniability and because the superpowers are reserving their main forces for the big fight between superpowers in the near future.

Which brings us to the protagonist of this story, Mary reeds. A high school drop-out from the federation of Oceania, she had only two possible paths in life. Either she worked menial jobs till the day she died, living paycheck to paycheck. Or she joined one of the many federation affiliated PMCs, fighting on the mainland for a fat paycheck, hopefully.

It was a no brainer which option she chose. And compared to others, she was fortunate in that she showed compatibility with the mind-machine direct connection surgery, colloquially known as the drone surgery. Which allowed her to join the mechanised infantry corps, piloting 10 meter tall bipedal mechs called knights. Though due to her abysmal test performance, she was rejected still by many PMCs, only managing to join one of the third rate one. A fat paycheck was still to be had, but how likely she was to get to enjoy it in the end was significantly reduced.

So off she went to school once again, this time for knights pilots. Then getting sent off for her first deployment in a desert region in the mainland, where the federation was supporting some petty king against some other petty king for access to ports in the local area.

There were two things that surprised her when she joined her unit. One, nearly everyone there was a woman or a futa. Two, nearly everyone was nearly naked when in the Knight hangers. especially the pilots, who often piloted naked due to the intense desert heat. These things took time for her to get used to, but use to it she got.

After some months there, things were getting worse for the PMC Mary was in. Mounting casualties over several operations meant less and less knight pilots available. Thus on one fine day, when the sun rose high in the sky and blessed everyone with it's wretched heat, Mary was ordered to conduct a routine patrol around the base on her own. She was almost dishonourably fired when she nearly beat the crap out of her superior officers face when she came over to give Mary her orders. Only being saved by her mechanic, a futa named Anna smith, who physically held back Mary.

" Don't be stupid Mary." Was what Anna said. Mary knew she was right, but the orders were so ludicrous that she couldn't accept it. Patrols were conducted at least in pairs for very good reason, sending her out alone was like using her as a mining canary.

Mary got ready for her deployment, stripping down before heading to the hanger, not forgetting to bring her favourite dildo to entertain herself during the patrol. Anna, for her part, was already in the hanger making sure Mary's knight was ready, simply dressed in work boots and thick rubber gloves due to the summer heat.

Mary's knight was a sandblasted pile of junk. Being a conversion of a civilian construction mech, it had weapon hard points retrofitted into its shoulders and arms, it's hands able to wield scaled-up versions of infantry weapons. As Mary got into the cockpit and plugged herself in, the sudden electrical jolt of the connection something she never got used to, Anna came over holding a bucket.

" Don't forget to bring along your second best friend." Anna said teasingly as she passed Mary a piss bucket.

" Who's my best friend then? This dildo?" Mary retorted as she accepted it, sometimes missions got long enough whereby such a bucket was necessary.

"By dildo you mean me right? Not that fake plastic thing in your hands. Well, take care Mary." Anna said as she closed the hatch.

" Weapons check. Legs check. Generator check. Camera check..." Mary muttered as she went through the usual pre-mission checks. Once all the checks were cleared, Mary used the knight to give Anna a thumbs up while informing her that everything was green across the board. Mary then left the hanger, guiding her knight to follow the wide perimeter patrol path that she was ordered to follow.

Mary sweated profusely in the hot desert air, the cockpits air conditioning system barely keeping up with the intense desert heat. Sweat poured from her head, covering her arms, legs body and swaying breasts in a layer of sweat. The bucket rattled between her legs as the knight swayed side to side as it walked. Despite this, Mary still focused on the mission, checking her sensors and investigating suspiciously points in the scenery carefully.

At one checkpoint, where Mary had to survey the surroundings atop a hill, she decided then was the time to play with the dildo. Inserting it into her pussy as she let the vibrations from the knight do the work. Moving on to continue the patrol, Mary left the top of the hill, intending to leave the dildo in her until she got back.

It was then she suddenly saw a shimmer to the right of her knight. A scope! Mary instinctively made her knight jump to the left, it's right arm coming up to raise its auto cannon at the shimmer. A common threat to knights were ambush by infantry, and this seemed to be the prelude to one according to Mary's instincts.

*Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk!* Mary's knight sprayed it's autocannon at where the shimmer was, she could swear that she saw red mixed in amongst the sand shot up into the air.

With their ambush seemingly found out, a group of cars suddenly appeared around her, auto cannons and rocket launchers mounted on their backs, shooting at Mary's knight as they closed the distance.

Mary shot at the cars whilst trying to retreat, but they were much faster than Mary's knight. Shot by shot, the damage built up as they began landing hits on her knight, even as Mary returned fire and destroyed many cars.

Mary was panicking, this was the exact reason why patrols were done at least in pairs, a partner could easily pick of there cars from a distance. Though with the spectre of death looming over her, Mary was getting more aroused, especially with the dildo in her. Arousal leaked from her pussy around the dildo, dripping onto the bucket between her legs.

Soon, her knights knees got shot out. And as it fell backwards, it's head also got destroyed by a rocket. Mary was blinded, trapped in her knight unable to see outside.

* What do I do what do I do? Can I even surrender? I heard they kill everyone regardless.* Mary panicked as she considered her options, her knight incapacitated. She unconsciously rubbed her inner thighs together, trying to at least savour the pleasure from the dildo amidst the current situation.

Eventually, she decided to try to surrender. At least she might have a chance of surviving, rather than waiting inside the cockpit for it to get breached and die miserably. Pushing open the cockpit and unplugging the connection, she ran out raising her hands in the air, the desert sand burning her bare feet as she landed on the ground.

While a few shots rang out over her head, by and large they seemed to accept her surrender. The remaining cars getting closer as they bound her hands behind her back as they forced her to kneel in the hot desert sand.

It was painful, her knees and feet were getting burnt. But she dared not complained, not after what she had done to them, especially since she couldn't understand what they were saying.

They were a ragtag bunch, covered in rags and wearing goggles, Mary couldn't tell how they looked like underneathe all that. She heard them talking, pointing at her, the dildo still in her pussy, at each other. They seemed to be arguing. The arguement paused momentarily when one of them retrieved the piss bucket from her cockpit, still containing her arousal from earlier. The heat from the sun couldn't compare to the blush that covered her cheeks as Mary nearly died from embarrassment watching her enemies laugh at the buckets contents when it was placed Infront of her.

After sometime, the arguement died down as they seem to come to an agreement. Mary looked up hopefully when they cut her restraints. Then they began backing away, which confused her as to what was happening.

*Boom*

Mary heard a loud explosion as her point of view suddenly changed, she could hear nothing as she was temporarily deafened.

Pain came as Mary suddenly fell hard on the ground. Looking up with blurry eyes, she could barely make out a bloody half-body of someone kneeling on the ground.

* Wha...Who is that?* Mary wondered, the shock from the sudden impact causing her not to realise that it was her lower half.

Only when she saw the dildo at its pussy, piss dripping from it as the half body trembled in place, did she realise that it was hers. The realization hit her harder than that earlier impact.

* What? That's me? I'm going to die like this? Anna...* Mary though to herself as she slowly crawled over to her lower half, blood and guts marking the path she took. She got close enough to touch her lower half, pull out it's dildo before she lost consciousness and died, aiming to preserve some modesty. Though as her head dropped to the ground, her lower body began thrusting it's hips as it received a post mortem orgasm. Squirting and coating the sand below it in clear arousal.

Her enemies enjoyed the sight, congratulating the person who thought of blowing her into two using one of the vehicle auto cannons. After taking numerous pictures, turning Mary's upper half over for a good picture of her face along with her dog tags, they quickly left the scene.

Mary's body was found a day later. Her body unceremoniously place in a body bag and dumped in a rubbish dump, she was reported as missing in action so that the PMC could avoid combat fatality payouts. Though the base was soon wiped out, the PMC cut their losses and left them behind, Anna quickly following Mary's fate.

Afterword: Quick and dirty story. The setting was something I thought interesting (especially the mech), but exactly how the story should be like and how Mary should die was abit hard to really decide. In the end I went for a sort of bisection.

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It was a rout. The side that Leona was on was losing, the remnants of their army retreating in a panic. Leona, injured in a previous skirmish, had been resting in a reserve medical unit behind the lines. Now she had to rush out to help the unit last as it was getting attacked.

She hadn't had time to don armour, dressed simply in her everyday clothes of a simple shirt and a knee length skirt, she picked up her personal sword and rushed out of her tent. The enemy was already attacking their encampment, shouts and screams could be heard as they descended upon the wounded soldiers. Leona aimed to hopefully link up with other organised elements of the unit (if present) and retreat together.

Turning a corner, an enemy soldier suddenly burst out from the tent beside her, slicing through the wall of the tent with her saber. Both of them were surprised by the others presence, Leona and the enemy soldier engaged in a staring duel as each observed the other. This enemy soldier was dressed in chainmail with a metal helmet, tufts of brown hair could be seen poking out from the sides of her helmet. Her green eyes looked sharply at Leona even as she panted, obviously tired from earlier exertions.

Even if her opponent seemed tired, Leona would rather avoid fighting her due to the disparity in their equipment. But it seemed unlikely that they would let her go given that their saber and their front were soaked in the blood of others.

Leona thrust her sword at her opponents neck, aiming for the weak points in their armour. Her opponent, contrary to their tired appearance, swiftly stepped to the side as she launched her own counterattack at Leona. Leona quickly abandoned her thrust and nearly kept backwards, her opponents saber cleaving through the air she had been moments before.

Both of them took the time to catch their breath as they separated once more.

* This isn't going to work, I have to get in close so they she can't swing her saber with full force. * Leona thought as she strategised. Her opponent too looked at her in a new light, clearly Leona wasn't just a stray lamb for the slaughter like the other injured soldiers had been.

Leona charged in with a heavy overhead slash at her opponent, but this was a feint. As her opponent angled her saber to deflect Leona's sword, Leona suddenly lowered her stance, leaping forwards to grapple her opponents midsection.

* I've gotta get her down to the ground, immobilise her sword arm. Then I ca-* was what Leona was thinking before her stomach suddenly caved in, her lungs getting the air knocked out of them.

Leona fell backwards on her butt, gasping as she reeled from the sudden blow to her midsection, her sword already slipped out of her hands. Trying to look through the tears in her eyes, she panicked when she couldnt see her opponent.

Suddenly, an armored hand came from behind, grabbing her by the chin and lifting it up as she felt the cold edge of a saber against her throat.

" That was a good fight. Maybe if you weren't injured, things could have turned out differently." Her opponent said.

" Wait.. please don-grrrhk!!!" Leona begged as her opponents saber began slowly slicing into her neck. Foamy blood left the corners of her mouth as blood dropped from her nose. Leona's legs kicked out as her arms reached up to try to push the saber away in vain.

The pain was intense, like a searing hot line metal had been laid against her throat. The warm blood gushing from her arteries also went down her windpipe, making Leona also feel like she was drowning.

*Please, I don't want to die.* Leona thought as the combined pain and drowning sensations caused her to tear up.

Her opponent didn't seem moved by these tears, continuing saw into Leona's neck with her saber. When she reached the spine, Leona's body began reacting wildly. Her arms now spasmed wildly with no fixed aim, her legs kicking with far greater force as Leona body began thrusting it's hips wildly as it pissed itself.

Seeing Leona's skirt get wet with urine, her opponent cooed as she used her other hand to grab the edge of Leona's skirt and pull it up to expose Leona's crotch. Leona had not been wearing underwear, her bare pussy squirted her urine in an arch into the ground as soon as it was free of the skirt.

" Forgot to use the toilet my dear? Don't worry, I'll help you release it all." Leona's opponent said teasingly as she got back to sawing Leona's head off.

* Pain..shameful..how could I... Pee myself?..please* Leona's thoughts scattered as shame joined in on the pain to torment her remaining consciousness.

Eventually, bone crunching sounds could be heard as Leona's opponent successfully sawed through her spine and fully removed her head. Standing up and moving backwards, she held Leona's head by the chin as she enjoyed the show Leona's headless body was giving her.

Leona's opponent then seemed to have a new idea. She slashed at the front of Leona's shirt using her saber, exposing Leona's breast to the cold air. Leona's nipples stiffened as beads of milk could be seen forming around them, her breasts heaving as Leona's headless body spasmed in place thrusting it's hips while blood spurted periodically from her bloody stump of a neck that remained. Though the stream of urine from Leona's crotch soon began dying down.

" To be able to lactate even after death, you sure are skilled huh?" Leona's opponent smirked as she looked at Leona's severed head. Not that Leona could respond, her consciousness barely holding on. Leona could only watch ashamed as her headless, half naked body spasmed on the ground. She then felt her vision shift as her opponent moved her head.

"Don't mind me, I'll just keep your head for remembrance, hope your body doesn't mind." Leona's opponent said playfully as she used Leon's hair to tie her head securely to her belt.

Leona's opponent gave her headless body one last look before leaving, aiming to collect more heads and earn more merits while her enemies were still routing.

Afterword:

A little bit of a quick one, grabbing onto sudden inspiration as it came and wrote this in one sitting. Even though I was still slowly writing two other fics.

For this one, I tried being more detailed about the combat, talking about the actions of both parties throughout the fight. Hopefully it wasn't too chaotic.

It's one where a virgin woman pays a guy online that will help give her a squirting orgasm. They do it in a hotel room, it starts with lots of foreplay before ending with penetration. I remember that there is a focus on clit stimulation.

If anyone can find it that would be great, thought I saved it but can't seem to find it no matter how I search.

Ryu waited, but Anne couldn't. Seeing the two headless bodies fucking was too tempting for the futa, she left her hiding spot and moved over to where the two corpses were. Luckily for Anne, the remaining contestants had avoided that area due to lacaille and mei.

Standing over the two headless corpses, Anne's futa cock twitched slightly at the sight as she rubbed it slightly. Planting her foot by the side of lacaille's hips, she pushed the futas headless corpse off mei, a pop sound could be heard as the futas dick left mei's pussy.

" Such a cute little thing, even in death she's still begging for cock." Anne said as she picked up mei's headless corpse and roughly thrust her cock in. Despite having been dead for sometime, mei's insides were still warm, even her inner walls still spasmed slightly in response to Anne's thrusts.

And so Anne stood there as she fucked mei's headless corpse that she held by her butt. Every time her hips bucked forwards, a slight moan would come out of her mouth as milky, white fluids dropped from where they were connected onto the ground, a mixture of mei's arousal, lacaille's cum and Anne's pre-cum.

But even as her pleasure mounted, the tip of her futa cock feeling warmer and warmer as it threatened to burst it's load all over mei's insides, Anne held in the feeling. She walked over to where lacaille's headless corpse lay on its back, it's futa cock still stiff and upright, though no longer shooting out cum anymore.

Crouching over it, Anne let it's tip rub against her pussy lips, not letting it thrust into her. Savouring the feeling of the cock rubbing against the edge of her pussy as more and more arousal dripped from her pussy and coated lacaille's futa cock. Each time she accidentally let the tip go in slightly sent electric tingles of pleasure racing through her body, threatening to make her lose control of her body. And she did this even as she continued fucking mei, splattering lacaille's abs with their combined sexual fluids whenever Anne thrusted hard.

Seeing this, Ryu started to get horny as she unconsciously moved her hand towards her pussy. Though she did have the presence of mind to cast the arousal spell on Anne even as a puddle formed between her inner thighs on the ground.

The arousal spell came as a sudden surge of pleasure, causing Anne to momentarily lose control of her muscles. Which led yet another surge of pleasure when the full length of lacaille's futa cock was suddenly thrust into her pussy as her legs suddenly lost strength and stopped supporting her. Causing Anne to cum hard, squirting clear fluids all over lacaille's legs as she pulled mei in to thrust deeply into her and shoot her cum deep within her, Anne breathing in deeply as she did so.

Despite this, Anne was still not satisfied and continued fucking the corpses. Changing positions to fuck lacaille, or for them to tag team mei's headless corpse. Ryu watched them for a long time whilst slowly starting to pleasure herself as the number of contestants got lower and lower.

Eventually, they somehow ended up amongst the last few contestants, Anne's great stamina meant that she was still fucking the two corpses, though signs of tiredness could be seen.

"Now's a good a time as any." Ryu thought to herself as she left her hiding spot, her path marked by small puddles on the ground as she was still leaking arousal. Moving first to pick up lacaille's sword, she got closer to Anne's back before casting the arousal spell multiple times in quick succession on Anne. Causing Anne to cum her brains out as she slumped forwards barely conscious. Ryu then turned Anne onto her back, moving lacaille's and mei's headless bodies away. Even after so long, Anne's futa cock was still erect and able to shoot out semen, which was very tempting to Ryu in her aroused state.

Moving over Anne's hips, Ryu slammed her hips down hard as she began riding Anne cowgirl style, not forgetting to cast the arousal spell on herself for her pleasure. As she did so, Anne slowly began recovering her consciousness, which led to Ryu putting the edge of her sword against Anne's neck.

" You lost, now you're just a living dildo for my pleasure before I slit your throat then move on to win this battle royale." Ryu said between moans before continuing to move her hips, her other hand moving to play with her own breasts.

Anne could only lay there and take it, her body too weak and spent from her prior exertions to resist. But that isn't to say she didn't enjoy this. On the contrary, this sudden situation of domination loss was a secret fetish of hers. So she lay there patiently waiting for the end to come as she passively took ryus treatment.

After sometime, Anne could tell that Ryu was going to cum soon. What with the way her insides began tightening around Anne's futa cock harder and harder as she began leaking more and more arousal.

" Soon it's time for me to die lewdly." Anne smiled as she thought to herself, looking forward to the moment Ryu slits her throat and lets her slowly bleed out as Ryu fucked her.

" What are you smiling for? Glad that I'm going to--uuuh?!" Ryu said when she suddenly got cut off by a "thunk" sound, an arrowhead sudden appearing on her forehead coated in blood and brain matter.

Anne watched as ryus eyes became crosses as they looked up at the arrow, her expression slowly turning into a silly expression as the full force of a deathgasm hit her. The blade at Anne's neck clattered to the ground as ryus hand lost it's grip, her whole body stiff and trembling in place with pleasure racking her body. Ryus inner walls spasmed and tightened around Anne's futa cock, moving in such a way that would be painful for a normal, functioning person. Which pushed Anne over the edge as Ryu milked her futa cock for semen one last time.

" Well, that's what you get for getting distracted here." Another voice came from behind Ryu.

" Looks like Angela here is going to punish the slutty duo here." Anne finally had the presence of mind to notice the announcer again.

" And she didn't even finish off her prey." Said Angela, as she walked to stand by their sides. She was slightly below average height, with long white hair that reached her shoulders. Most prominent was her long futa cock, erect and leaking pre-cum already.

Anne tried wriggling to get out of her current position without success, her body still to weak to do anything even as Angela got closer.

" Well, let me help you finish the job." Angela said. One hand grabbing the back of ryus head, and the other Anne's head to keep it in place even as Anne resisted. With one strong motion, Angela pushed ryus head down towards Anne, causing the arrow lodged in her head to also pierce Anne's forehead and be lodged within her brains. Anne's deathgasm hit her hard when the arrowhead pierced her brains, though it had less external signs due to how much sex she had before hand. So her corpse was content with just spasming in place as it thrust it's hips lightly.

From ryus point of view, she had been in a dominant position, about to climax from fucking Anne. Then suddenly she came when an arrow lodged itself in her head. And now she could only watch in a post-mortem sense as her head was then slammed into Anne's to finish her off.

" I was so careful....I thought I'll win..." Were ryus final thoughts as her consciousness finally left her body. The last thing she saw was her point of view shifting as Angela moved her body away from Anne's, putting it on the ground butt raised high in order to fuck it from the back.

Angela began thrusting into ryus corpse, her bow placed nearby for easy access to not make the same mistake as Ryu.

Though Angela soon got bored and had a different idea. Putting ryus body up in a kneeling position, she walked over to get ryus sword.

" Fucking you is certainly tiring. Maybe if you were lighter, MUCH lighter, it wouldn't be as tiring." Angela said to herself as she got ready and then swung the sword at ryus midsection, splitting her in half.

Ryus top half flew off to the side, the lungs and other internal organs slowly slipping out onto the ground. As for her lower half, it was still kneeling on the ground. Angela picked up the lower half and then began fucking it in a standing position whilst holding it by the buttocks.

" This definitely is less tiring." Angela said as she thrusted. Every time she thrust, she could see a slight bulge poking out from amongst the organs on ryus lower half. Pushing down on the bump, she could feel more pressure on her futa cock. Slowly, she entered a rhythm where every time she thrusted, she would use one hand to press down at roughly where the bump was previously.

Eventually, Angela came inside ryus lower half. Quickly pushing the lower half aside, Angela swiftly made her way over to ryus upper half in order to spray the last of her cum all over ryus face, her cross eyed, fucked silly face.

" Thanks for the stress relief, slut. I hope this is a good reward for you." Angela said as she moved to pick up her bow and continue fighting in the battle royale. Though she wouldn't be the one to win, having gotten stabbed in the back and impaled to the ground by another contestant.

Afterwords: written abit hastily, I decided to try bisection as suggested by a reader. Hopefully it turned out ok as I'm not as into bisection as compared to say beheading or hanging.

*Beep, beep, beep* The mission alert bell chimed besides Isabella's bed, rousing her from her rest. She turned over to off the alarm groggily as she began looking through the mission details on the terminal by her bed.

<Mission details>

Mission type: Elimination

Location: warehouse

Expected resistance: Low, mainly clone workers

Equipment: knife

Clone mercenary Isabella is to proceed to the target site via dropship and explore the location whilst searching for the target. While securing valuables is not the primary objective of the mission, it is preferred for Isabella to scrounge for whatever weapons and spare parts that can be found along the way.

<End mission details>

"Again?" Isabella sighed as she grumbled quietly. She had always been sent out naked with just a knife for every mission ever since she was first cloned for this PMC, unlike other clone mercenaries that got actual personalised weapon and armour loadouts. Whilst Isabella didn't exactly know why this was the case, she guessed that it might be due to her good performance despite the circumstances leading to her being used as the budget option to clear contracts.

Though despite her grumbling, she did not really protest against this decision because as a clone mercenary, her purpose in life was to fight and die for the company that had the license to clone her. She even enjoyed such missions as blasting apart clone workers whilst naked tickled the sadistic and erotic streak in her. Already she was getting wet sitting there in bed imagining how she would kill the main target, how they might beg for their lives. Afterall, most targets were actual humans that feared death, getting to kill such a person despite being treated as a lowly tool was pretty satisfying for Isabella.

Isabella then got up and did some stretches, warming up her muscles before proceeding to do a pre-mission memory back-up. And this moment was the last thing she remembered.

**Khuak!..huuuh!..huurgh!...**

Isabella coughed and hurled out sticky biotank fluid from her mouth, the same fluids that coated her body as she laid naked on the cold metal floor of the clone construction room. The first moments after getting cloned were always rough, Isabella was used to it already. Thinking back to the last scene she remembered, her waking up like this must mean that she died on the previous mission.

As the strength and frequency of her coughing reduced, a soft melodic voice came from the speaker on the ceiling, along with a towel being dropped near Isabella.

" Are you feeling well? If so, proceed to the nearby terminal in order to view the replay of the last mission."

It was Isabella's favourite announcer. Unlike the other ones, this one sounded like she at least cared a little for Isabella. Isabella got up and stumbled over to the terminal, wiping herself with the towel as she navigated the different menus to reach the correct replay.

A thing to note at this point is that like all clone mercenaries, Isabella has a chip implant in her brain and a backup at the base of her spine that records all her experiences, like the black box of an airplane. This is done to ensure that clone mercenaries don't lose their accumulated experience from their new clone life in service to their company on death, every death becoming a learning experience. This was also what Isabella had used to back up her memories earlier. As for why she wasn't recloned with the memories from the mission, this is for the pyshcological wellbeing of the clone. Having their latest memory be of their death has caused many clones in the past to believe that they were still dead amongst other psychological issues, leading to their recycling. The current method of watching the replay from an external source first before getting the memories directly is a relatively new method found to eliminate such issues.

Isabella watched POV footage of herself.

Going up the dropship with just a knife, squirming and squeezing her legs together as arousal built up between her legs on the dropship.

Clambering out of the dropship and sneaking into the warehouse with just a knife, stabbing a hastily armed clone worker in the neck then stripping her naked and taking her clothes and weapons for herself.

Clearing corridors with a shotgun she found with guidance from the announcer on where enemies were at around her. This part was mostly dark with sudden flashes of light from gunfire both from Isabella and from the enemy clone workers, which made the erotic, fucked silly face that those clones make when they die stand out much more.

There were also parts where close quarter combat meant that she had to use her combat knife, gutting the enemy clone after using her shotgun to block their melee weapon, stabbing weak clones to death in order to save ammunition. This served to give Isabella nice, close up shots of their faces and bodies.

And after every fight there was always the scavenging phase. Going through the clones corpses to find some ammunition, weapons or medicine. Swapping out her armour for theirs if theirs was better or hers was getting banged up. Chopping up their bodies searching for implants and augments to bring back aswell as to sate her hunger by eating their meat.

Watching the footage, Isabella could tell that she was getting really horny at this point. When she removed her own pants in the footage, there was a trail of clear fluids from her crotch to the pants. Sometimes when stripping the corpses, she would fondle their breasts or begin fingering their pussy, licking whatever fluids gets into her fingers. And she often took breaks to play with herself during safe moments, much to the annoyance of the announcer.

Isabella too began feeling aroused then, hands slowly moving to her crotch. But masturbating during what was supposed to be a learning moment seemed somewhat wrong, especially since the announcer was getting annoyed in the footage, so she restrained herself.

After several more minutes of the above scenes repeating in a cycle as she accidentally cleared most of the warehouse while looking for the target, Isabella in the footage finally finds the target.

The target was a short, blonde haired futanari in blue work clothes. An actual, normal human that got the job of overseeing the clone workers in the warehouse. Having neither the combat skills of a clone mercenary or the fearlessness to death of the clone workers she was in charge of. She just stood there shaking nervously with fear all over her face, both hands clutching the gun she was assigned even as Isabella walked up to her. She had never used that gun before, or any gun for that matter.

Seeing her target tense up like a scared kitten caused Isabella's sadistic tendencies to surge. She quickly closed the distance between them and knocked the gun out of her hand before quickly pushing her down and straddling her hips, knife drawn and poking at the targets neck.

" Should a human be getting hard in such a situation?" Isabella said in the footage when she felt the targets futa dick stiffen and rub against her own crotch. Isabella seemed to then rub her own crotch against the targets futa dick whilst drawing red lines all over the target with her knife based on how the footage moved and shook.

The target could only look up in fear tinged with embarrassment at Isabella as she was pinned to the ground unable to do anything. Isabella giving her small cuts on her cheeks, neck, arms and chest for the fun of it, licking up the blood that leaked as if to claim the targets body. " I like how you taste." Isabella said as she did so.

After sometime, Isabella got bored of just giving the target small nicks. Now she wanted the target to gurgle as Isabella stabbed her throat. " Don't worry my dear, this won't hurt." Isabella said as she raised her knife, preparing to plunge it into the targets neck.

It was a desperate moment for the target, her own mortality made stark by the bluntness of her attackers words. She resisted in her constraints as she tried anything to get out of the current situation. Just then, her hand touched something hard. Her gun.

While obvious to Isabella watching the footage now, the Isabella in the footage did not seem to notice the target grabbing her gun, too focused on watching the targets face as her knife stabbed into the targets neck to notice. The Isabella in the footage swung her knife downwards only for the target to suddenly point the gun right at Isabella's face, Isabella being able to see right down the barrel of the gun as the footage turned to white then static. That was the end of the footage, a record of how she died that mission.

The terminal then cut to a still image of her naked corpse that was retrieved by the follow-up crew. Her head was missing, her neck a charred stump that implied why that was so. Her breasts had clumps of semen spluttered all over it, with more leaking from her gaping pussy. Evidently her body had been used after death.

" Don't worry, the mission was still a success, the follow-up team eliminated the target easily." The soft announcer voice from earlier spoke up again as the image on the terminal changed to the corpse of the target. Naked from the waist down, with semen staining the tip of her futa dick, Isabella assumed that was the source of the semen on her corpse earlier. There was a small red hole in the center of the targets forehead, her eyes crossed as she looked up at the hole confused.

" Now go to the terminal and prepare to receive those memories directly when ready. And remember, don't get too distracted in future missions. While such pictures and footage might be sold for money online, it is still far more profitable for you to complete your missions successfully." The announcer spoke gracefully.

Lesson behind this footage? Don't get horny during missions. A lesson that Isabella will take to heart and strive to comply with in future missions. Not. This was one of her few pleasures in her cloned life, she wasn't going to just give up on it like that. As long as her performance was good enough, they wouldn't can her anyways.

Afterwords: Kind of got distracted, then suddenly got inspired to write this fic somewhat based on a game I played. Abit different compared to the battle royale one and the first dueling fic I wrote, but I guess that's just how sudden inspirations are.

Also, trying to write Isabella's scenes in the footage while making sure it doesn't come off too much as an in person scene is abit hard to be consistent about, but I hope it still turned out well.

Ryu sighs as she adjusts herself to be as comfortable as she could lying down on the ground in just thigh high socks, those thighs high socks being enchanted to make sure her skin doesn't get easily scrapped by the ground. Ryu was hiding in the bushes because currently, the only spell she had was a semi useless spell( for now at least) that could make the target feel slightly aroused and then feel spikes of pleasure if stacked multiple times.

" I managed to go through the entire snuff carnival whilst wearing the kill on sight tag to sign up for the battle royale, And I get this near useless spell? What am I going to do, use it on myself to feel better as someone else kills me?," Ryu thought to herself as a damp slickness begins to form between her thighs when she imagines the various ways she might get killed during this game. " Though I wouldn't mind losing and dying, I would rather get at least one kill too."

The battle royale is a special event of the snuff carnival. To enter it, a participant has to enter the carnival area while wearing a free kill tag that lets anyone kill them on sight without warning. They would then have to be the first 100 people that reached the registration booth deep within the carnival grounds, at which point they would be safe. Ryu had to deal with near constant attacks by opportunistic carnival goers, nearly dying on several occasions. The battle royale would then take place in a large, fenced off area. Players would be sent in random locations whilst only wearing thigh high socks. Their normal magic abilities would be sealed and their physical strength would be nerfed based on how strong they are. Players would then have to go around looking for weapons and magic scrolls to use against each other. Though as can seen, the rules favour warriors as their abilities are not sealed at all.

Which is to say, as of now, it seems that Ryu had spent all that effort just to seemingly get screwed over by RNG.

As ryu continued hiding, planning to wait until other players exhaust themselves before going out to scavenge their loot, the killings have just started. The announcer gives rapid fire commentary on the various events happening as best she can

" Oh my! It seems that contestant Amy has found the magic slicer magic scroll. Limbs and heads are flying all around her as she makes full use of this early advantage. There goes contestants belle, Emilia, rin and lyora! All chopped up into various spare parts. Though look at their faces, seems like they enjoyed it very much."

" We're gonna miss kaguya so much, she was one of the crowd favourites on who will be the final winner. To think that chitose could sneak up behind her and slit her neck with a knife. At least chitose left kaguya face up to bleed out to death, we get to watch her erect futa cock shoot out ropes of cum as she bleeds out from her neck. Look! She even began humping the air aswell, looks at those hips go!"

" Seems like Rin caught an arrow in the head, that's what she gets for getting too aroused and distracted fucking random corpses on the ground. Having a bow and arrows gives Jenny a safe way to take out the conpetition, can she keep it up though?"

As Ryu continued hiding and listening to the announcements waiting for her time, two contestant began taking the spotlight. Mei and lacaille began dominating the kill announcements.

" Amy has just gotten beheaded by mei, look at her corpse still bouncing up and down that dead futas cock, two corpses are busy fucking each other. That's what Amy gets for being too cocky and letting her lust get in the way."

"Look at lacaille go! How is she still so strong? She managed to split Jenny in half vertically with just a normal broadsword. Guess those muscles of hers aren't just for show. And her cock too, it's already so hard but just looking at her calm face you wouldn't be able to guess that's the case, she is showing great discipline in this competition."

Just then, lacaille suddenly burst into view from ryus standpoint. Stabbing another contestant in the throat with her sword as she crouch over her. Lacaille had brown hair in a pony tail with green eyes, the muscles on her body were more well-defined than what the announcer could describe, one could grind a block of cheese on those abs. This sudden intrusion made ryu shudder in a mixture of fear and anticipation. Though luckily, it seems that lacaille had not noticed her yet . As lacaille looked around, scanning for more opponents, the announcer made another announcement yet again.

" Looks we are down to 50 contestants already, that was quick. And out of the remaining ones, mei and lacaille are the favourites for the final winner! So take your bets everyone, who's gonna win? The midget or the Goliath?"

As soon as that announcement comes, a shout comes from nearby. " Who the fuck called me a midget? You better wash that neck of yours as I'm coming for you as soon as I win this battle royale." It turns out that the two crowd favourites to win were near each other. Maybe announcer purposely said that so as to provoke this duel. In any case, she succeeded as lacaille began making her way to mei.

As soon as this happened, Ryu quickly cast the arousal spell on lacaille from her hiding spot. " This is a good opportunity, I'll use this spell to make these two monsters fight nearly to a draw, then come in to finish off the remaining one when they are distracted. With this, I'll solve the twin problems of equipment and getting rid of strong opponents." Ryu thought to herself, stealthily making her way to a new hiding spot to watch their duel.

What Ryu didn't know was that Anne was also silently observing in wait like ryu. Anne was a futanari with short yellow hair in a bowl cut with blue eyes. Like ryu, she only managed to find a single, rickety knife for equipment. So she also planned to wait to scavenge for equipment from the corpses. But unlike Ryu, she is far less disciplined as the sights of the killings have aroused her so much that she has already begun playing with her cock and pussy, even as she made her way to find a new hiding spot to watch the duel between mei and lacaille.

As lacaille made her way to Mei's approximate location, she noticed that the tension in her core was building up. Though she had noticed a sudden increase in her arousal levels, she did not suspect any foul play and chalked it up to all the killings so far slowly making her hornier.

Lacaille charged her way through a bush into a clearing in the forest. In front of her was a black haired shorty in twin tails holding a short sword in her right hand, at her feet was yet another headless corpse of another futa contestant. It was mei. " She looks so breedable." Lacaille thought randomly as she charged in with a heavy downward slash, aiming to stealthily take down mei in a single blow.

At this point, mei had just managed to defeat yet another contestant, adding yet another head for her collection of heads of sluts that made fun of her height. Though she was busy imagining what she would do with those heads once she won the battle royale, she still had the well honed instincts of a seasoned fighter. Immediately dodging to the side when she had a sense of impending danger. She dodged not a moment too soon as lacaille's sword smashed into the ground where she previously stood.

" Where did the shorty go I wonder?" Lacaille said in a taunting manner as she recovered her posture.

Peeved by the near constant attacks on her height by other contestants so far, mei shouted back:" I'm not sho-!!". Being interrupted mid speech by a sudden follow up attack by lacaille, which she once again barely dodged. With this, the duel between the two began as no more words were exchanged.

After some time, both Ryu and Anne made their way to new hiding spots to observe the duel between mei and lacaille. Both still unaware of the others presence.

Even so, the duel was still at a stalemate, with both mei and lacaille only suffering superficial injuries. This was due to a mismatch in their skills. Used to wielding two-handed great axes, lacaille swung the comparatively smaller broadsword around like it was an axe, unable to easily hit mei as the wide swings were easier for mei to dodge. As for mei, the reach and speed of lacaille's attacks made it hard for her to get close enough to launch a serious attack. Not to mention mei also relied on a variety of magic spells to deal with such issues normally, spells currently unavailable to her due to the rules of the battle royale.

Thus, Ryu had no choice but to slowly cast that arousal spell multiple times on both mei and lacaille whilst hiding. With how quickly mei and lacaille jointly massacred a group of contestants that tried to gank them and then going back to their duel only strengthening ryus view that the two still had to be weakened further.

As for Anne, it was a surprise that she was even still alive. With how engrossed with masturbating she was, even a child could have killed her with their bare hands then. Though maybe her hiding skills were just that good.

Eventually, the stalemate of the duel would be broken by ryu's mistake. In a bid to slowly end the stalemate, Ryu casted the spell multiple times in quick succession on mei. Ryu had thought that this would lead to a situation where mei dodges slightly slower and receives more significant wounds. What instead happened was that the sudden surge of pleasure was too much for mei, whose body refused to move as lacaille's broadsword came slicing in towards her neck.

"Can't..let it end like this... But..." Mei thought to herself as she imagined dying to lacaille and having her headless body violated by that thick futa dick of hers, her crotch becoming a sopping mess at the imagery.

" Shit!" Ryu thought to herself as she quickly did the same to lacaille in order to prevent her from winning so easily, succeeding in stunning her for a moment.

"Mmph" lacaille gasped, it was this moment she began to suspect that someone else was interfering in this duel, the timing was way too opportune for mei for that not to be the case. But she could do nothing about it, so she continued her attack on mei.

This momentary pause however, was enough for mei, who pulled herself together and dodged towards lacaille rather than away, believing that this was a rare chance for her to get one good attack in.

Mei dodged right and towards lacaille, still in the direction of lacaille's swing, bracing herself for a spinning slash aimed at lacaille's neck, smirking as she did so.

Lacaille could do nothing as mei's sword moved towards her neck, too close to dodge and her broadsword was too far away to use to block. " Even if I lose, I'll make sure to at least bring you down with me." Lacaille thought to herself as she continued swinging her sword at mei, aiming to as least hit mei after she kills her.

As mei's sword slice through lacaille's neck, pleasure surged through lacaille's mind and body, moans turning into gurgles as her throat fills with blood, culminating in a mind-blowing deathgasm when her head is fully separated from her body. Lacaille's headless body cums hard, shooting out ropes of cum from her futa dick as her pussy sprays the ground in fem cum, droplets of milk can be seen dripping from the nipples of her large breasts.

" Looks like lacaille is the one to lose this fight. Wait..." The announcer says before her voice trailed off. The reason for that is that even as it's hips buck forwards from it's post mortem climax, lacaille's headless body continues it's attack against mei.

As lacaille's head flew off, beyond just enjoying the deathgasm, she felt embarrassed losing for such a reason. And when her head landed on the ground, she fully expected to be treated to the pathetic sight of her headless body being fucked by mei. But as it turned out, she was in for a pleasant surprise.

Mei was completely caught off guard by lacaille's attack, most people's bodies would be stunned and locked up in their post mortem climax when they get decapitated. So she had let her guard down and was beginning to enjoy the show believing that she was safe already. Too late to dodge, she tried to bring her sword up to block the attack. But even mei knew that this was a futile effort as lacaille's broadsword rammed her defending short sword into the side of her head before shattering it, moving on to slice through mei's neck. " To think that we would get to see a mutual kill on such an anticipated duel, pity the folks that bet on either one of them." The announcer finally said after mei's headless flew into the air.

Mei's headless body climaxed in it's deathgasm, spraying the ground beneath her with her fem cum. But due to the momentum of lacaille's headless body, it then pushes forward and crashed into mei's headless body. Pushing it into the ground as lacaille's futa dick coincidentally lines up perfectly with mei's pussy and slides in with no resistance.

Lacaille's headless body began fucking mei's headless body, entering into a sort of rhythm as it thrusted with every spurt of blood from the bloody stump of her neck. Meanwhile mei's headless body seems to be getting into it as in unconsciously wraps it's legs around lacaille's hips, leg locking her as she pulls lacaille in for a hug. Ryu could hear gurgles and squechles coming from the two bodies, proof of how hard the two bodies were going at it

Lacaille's head lands on the side towards the legs of the pair of headless corpses. Watching as her headless corpse fucks mei's, she thinks to herself: that looks so good, if only I was still alive to feel it myself.

As for mei, her head landed closer to the bloody stumps of their corpses necks, close enough for some of the blood to splatter onto her face. In her mind is only embarrassment at being killed by a dead person, though she won't deny how arousing the sight of her headless corpse getting fucked is.

At this point, Annabelle is busy masturbating and getting very tempted to use those headless corpses. As for Ryu, she is still being cautious and not moving in to pick up their weapons. Though at this point, among the remaining contestants, there are few as capable as mei or lacaille already.

Afterwords: tried writing a story in the new setting I made. As can be guessed from the title, this is the first part of a hopefully multi part story. This is mainly because I wrote this over a few days and now I'm not really sure where I want the story to go after the initial rush of writing ended. So it might be also somewhat disjointed at times.

I would like to know also if it's better for Ryu to win or should she lose and how?

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Thought I'll write out a world and a setting to base future short stories in, would be nice to know what y'all think about it and things that you might want to add/change. I'm also starting to write a new shirt story in this setting aswell, so the feedback will help for that one aswell.

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World name: Elysium

World's aesthetics: JRPG, theres magic, classes, dungeons, monsters. Towns, adventurers guilds.

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In Elysium, physical wounds give both pain and pleasure, with fatal wounds giving mind-blowing climax, a so called "deathgasm". In such a situation, a woman would not only squirt lots of fluids from their crotch. Depending on their chest size, they might even lactate aswell. As for futas, the same is true except that they also shoot out lots of cum from their dicks aswell. In Elysium, there are only human females and futanaris, so far I'm not sure about adding other species as I'm not sure how to write them.

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Death is temporary in Elysium, with people able to be revived quickly after it. Though revival comes in two forms within towns, either your current body is regenerated and you are revived in it or else you revive in a brand new body at a designated save point.( Your old corpses are still present, quite a few futas like this option.) Deaths outside of towns, you will be revived in a new body in a designated save point.

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On receiving fatal wounds, victims keep their consciousness for sometime in the POV of their heads in order to fully experience the deathgasm. (Though if the head is fully destroyed, they instead get a third person POV like a ghost)

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Human civilization in Elysium is made up of a loose collection of towns/cities that are for the most part self governing, with the adventurers guilds being one of the few organisations that spans over multiple cities.

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As for activities in towns, usually there are events like public executions(you get to pick what absurd crime you are convicted of, punishment is always erotic death.), snuff carnivals, duels and even organised battles between towns.

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Snuff carnivals are as the name implies. It's like a theme park, except the rides and attractions are all related to death, you even wear tags saying whether you don't mind getting sniffed immediately without warning or consent must be acquired first.

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Duels are also another common occurrence in towns aswell. Whether it is because people are just aroused or they have genuine grievances, they always find a reason to start one aswell. Which means that sitting down to eat in public and suddenly having a head fly over and crash onto your table full of food is not only a common occurrence, it is also a common start to many follow up duels. Though by right most towns have actual designated areas for dueling.

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Organised battles between towns is another interesting activity that is treated almost like team sports in our world. The bar for entry is just being from the town. Where battles are fought is discussed beforehand, sometimes it could be a field battle between both sides, a naval battle in a lake or even a siege battle at one of the towns with one side attacking and the other defending.

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That's just within towns, earlier, adventurers guilds were mentioned. This is because the world of Elysium also has monsters and dungeons like a JRPG. Adventurers have different tiers of ranks, with higher tiers being allowed to access more dangerous and difficult missions for idden to lower ranks. The main reason why this was implemented is to ensure that weak people don't just keep rushing the difficult bosses and monsters. Since then getting one tapped by an elder dragon or by a goblin is effectively the same thing, better let stronger people have the thrill of fighting stronger monsters. Though one enduring quest that is always available is to recover the corpses of fallen adventurers.( A pretty popular one aswell ;) ).

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There are also bandits, more specifically people who larp as bandits. They enjoy ambushing adventurers and other random people exploring outside town. There are also people that larp as city guards. They enjoy catching and killing the aforementioned bandits, even capturing them for public executions back in town. Though there are masochists in both sides that would prefer getting captured and executed by the other side instead. ( Which sometimes leads to funny engagements where both sides are trying to lose, but not make it too obvious)

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As for dress code, most dress in skimpy, revealing outfits or nothing at all. Due to magic enchantment stuff, normal clothes can be made to be nearly as strong as normal metal armour. Allowing normally exposed body parts to be nearly as strong as leather armour is another popular enchantment for those that prefer to go nearly naked. Thus, despite wearing little to no clothing, they are not entirely defenceless. Then again, adventurers starting out tend to still wear normal leather and metal armour.

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Note: sorry if it's abit rambly and unorganised, just kinda write what came to mind then edited abit.

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Claire died yesterday. Or today maybe, I can't be too sure, I've been sitting here glued to my phone screen ever since the snuff video of her was sent to me from her phone. Restarting the video every time it ended, I pored over every frame of the video Claire appeared in.

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From the first scene where she was stripping naked in a changing room to put on a rubber bodysuit that left exposed her crotch and chest; A later scene where she and many others were picking their weapons from a shelf, Claire had chosen a spear( good choice, the extra range it gave helpful due to her below average height); and then when she faced her opponent on a narrow stage surrounded by spotlights. Unseen, but voraciously cheering audiences present in the background. And then the near final scene where her opponent slipped through her guard and beheaded her with a sword. I was certain that Claire had purposely let her guard down, with how hard she squirted when it happened supporting that viewpoint. Then the final scene of the video where Claire's opponent, a futa just like me, was busy fucking her headless, spasming body whilst Claire watched from the side. Her head was attached to some sort of medical machine that kept her conscious after her head was severed.

With how wet she was leading up to it, and her ecstatic expression at the end, I knew how much she enjoyed it. Closing the video finally, I stood up from my bed and stripped. Standing Infront of my full length mirror observing my naked body, long silver hair going down to my chest, I imagined what if I was the one that beheaded Claire, and then fucked her headless body afterwards. Or maybe, i Imagined more darkly, what if I was the one that got beheaded by that futa instead.

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As my dick stiffened, and arousal leaked from my pussy, my hands moved to grope my chest. I knew this wasn't enough, I had lost track of time and still I wasn't satisfied. Looking at the additional instructions that came with the video, I realised I had the answer all this while.

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4 days later

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The process took longer than expected, rounds of medical checkups and lectures on the rules of the show and what to expect, ensuring that not only were we physically fit to give a good performance, we were also mentally willing to do so. Looking around, many of the other competitors were women, with a few futas scattered here and there, I recognised the one that killed Claire, it seems that she had survived the last time and rejoined.

Finally on the actual day itself, we went into the changing rooms to change into that rubber bodysuit which did not cover anything important. As for my weapon, I chose a sword, a versatile weapon for a beginner( at least according to what I heard online). When it was my turn to fight, I left my own waiting room, who I was going to fight was a mystery as they wanted to keep us on our toes.

Emerging from my side of the stage, I looked to the other side only to notice that my opponent was the same one that had beheaded Claire. As we stood there and sized each other up, the announcer began stating the rules again; which was just no leaving the narrow stage that was our fighting area, stepping out meant instant forfeiture and death. And that any methods were fine beyond that.

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Once the match started, we both dashed to the center, slashing and stabbing and dodging where we met. Surprisingly, when you put two novice swordsmen up against each other, the fights tended to last a while as neither knew any proper techniques.

As the fight continued, a fluke accident occurred and my opponent managed to knock my sword out of my hand. Putting her sword at my neck and forcing me into a kneeling position, she smirked at me as she seemed lost in thought, doubtless assured in her victory as obvious arousal leaves from between her legs.

But as they say, you never lose until you give up. Grabbing her sword hand by the wrist , I twisted her wrist as I lunged at her in a desperate gamble, my body crashing into hers as she fell backwards onto the ground and I landed on her. As we landed, a warm, sticky feeling covered my cock as it tingled from pleasure. It seems that by some coincidence, as we landed, my cock had somehow lined up perfectly with her pussy and went in as we both fell.

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With a soft moan escaping my opponents mouth, I noticed how weak her body felt, the sudden insertion must have caused that. Taking the opportunity, I pried the sword out of her hand and swung it two handed at her neck. In a final act of desperation, my opponent grabbed my wrist to try to block the sword.

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As we struggled in that position, I remembered what happened earlier and pulled my hips back and thrusted forward again. A weak moan left my opponents mouth as her muscles weakened momentarily, letting my sword get closer to her neck again before she recovered. As we both locked eyes, a slight grin formed on my face as we both realised how this match would end.

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With every thrust of my hips, the sword moved ever closer to her neck, her initially soft moans became louder, more obvious. Even as the sword bit into her neck, she gurgled as she moaned, seemingly enjoying the entire process. Finally, we eventually reached a point where she could not resist at all and I swung my blade hard. As her head flew off, she came hard, her inner walls clenched around my dick, squirting from both her pussy and her dick. Even so, I resisted the urge to cum, I wanted her to watch. And so I continued thrusting, enjoying the way her headless body spasmed with every thrust.

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Eventually, my opponents head was brought over hooked up to a medical machine like Claire was. I knew that was the time, with one final thrust, I came inside my opponent, then freed my dick from her headless body, shooting the rest of my cum onto her body.

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Far be it from feeling ashamed or angry, my opponents head seemed to be enjoying the entire process. And as I looked at her headless body's stiff dick, and at my opponents expectant gaze, I contemplated my next action. It seems that she wants to also see me impale myself on her cock aswell. Not that I didn't want to do it, her stiff member leaking juices seemed pretty enticing, causing my own pussy to leak arousal aswell. But I wasn't sure whether I had enough time to really enjoy it, the arrangements of the organisers and whatnot. Though when both me and my opponent looked towards what passes for a referee around here, they give us a nod, seemingly understanding what was being asked without any spoken words.

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I got right to work then, squatting over my opponents hips, I lined up my pussy and her dick, slowly lowering myself inch by inch. But my opponents headless body still had great vitality as it instantly thrust it's hips when the tip of its dick touched my entrance, going all the way in with a single thrust.

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"Umph.." with a breathless sound that could not be described as a word, my legs weakened and buckled from the sudden insertion as I collapsed kneeling onto the floor, knees pointed inwards. Which did not help things as this only further intensified the feeling and caused my muscles to weaken further.

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Looking to the side, I noticed my opponents smug look. Doubtless imagining that if the earlier situation was reversed, she would have won easily given how easily her dick seemed to have conquered me.

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With my competitive spirit stoked, I pulled myself together and began lifting my hips, moving up and down with the thrusts of my opponents hips. I even began stroking my own dick aswell, turning this into a competition to see who came first.

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Up, down, up down. I didn't just move my hips, I clenched my abs and glutes to grab at my opponents dick using my inner walls and rub it in all sorts of different ways to make it cum faster.

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Though eventually, I won our mini competition much to the dismay of my opponents head. With her headless body creampieing me first, the warm sensation from my womb then causing my dick to cum afterwards, splattering semen all over the floor.

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Slowly, I stood up and looked at my opponents headless, spasming body, my head fuzzy from the multiple orgasms I had earlier and my knees shaking slightly. I wondered then if this was the view that Claire wanted to see, or if she wanted my opponents current view instead.

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Well, now that that was done, I decided that it was time to leave. Giving my opponents head a smirk, I walked out of the stage from the side I entered, walking back to my own waiting area to wash up.

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Except, when I started wondering what would happen to my opponents head, I realised that I didn't actually know for certain if Claire was actually dead or not, given that she was kept alive as a head to watch her own body get fucked by her opponent.

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Though the more I thought about it, I began to instead wonder when I will get to meet my next opponent.

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Afterwords:

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Hello y'all, this here is my first attempt at writing guro fiction. After some time of playing around with chat bots, I felt that it might be better to try writing out an entire short story on my own. Since sometimes the chat bots forget or they don't understand my intentions, leading to me having to be much more specific and meticulous with the chat bot. So I decided to just cut out the middleman and try writing a short story on my own. Also that this might help train my essay writing skills in some abstract way was a motivating cause aswell.

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As for why the story is the way it is, I enjoy guro where the participants are fighting and both enjoy the process, like a sexual duel to the death. So I started from there and thought about then thought about what method of death to go for(I like decapitation), who should be inside and what backstory should be used. Though I'm not so good with coming up with good names so Claire is the only named character in this story. And as for why the narrow stage with penalties for stepping out, I thought of olympic fencing and felt that this would give the setting a more gamey feel to it.( Though looking back on it, I probably didn't use this point in the story much at all.).

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Hopefully everyone enjoys this short story and if you have any feedback, feel free to tell me.