"Claim me,"
she whispers in a plea
"claim my soul as I wilt"
Crimson lips parted,
head thrown back
in ecstatic ache
jugular bared
she needs to feel
that sharp -edged love,
skin and barriers broken
as she melts into
the underworld
of a new grace
a magenta cry into
the inky sky
sacred silence penetrated
as only gasps are heard
milky breasts decorated
with red liquid ribbon,
his nourishment,
her demise
nipples pierced with
beads of her sunset lifeflow
as he sucks and bites...
and howling
into heaven's delicious gate,
she writhes
Her soul dissolving
into his night
and as his spirit
absorbs her vermilion soul
their power rises,
black as coal

your lips black sticked sanguine
tremulous murmurs
oh happy blood blossom of deaths surrender
sacrificial lamb
cats sparrow entranced
thighs on fire
sobbing from a thousand needled kisses
nipples tearing blood
each wound a weeping mouth licking
milky white alter of cold stone
saturated alizarin rust
legs wide
feet and breasts trussed
in chains and drenched rags
for cruelties arrow
o crimson queen,
pomegranate half eaten
mouth smudge black
agape
snake tongue dancing
through cherry lips
darkened eyes of fire and blood
a wash in devils incense
beloved veiled in evils cradle
bind not the demons kiss
then face down my love upon the crypt of mist
black heavens gate
pupa
vampires bate
a blood moon shaking
a scourge you are now
goddess of pleasures wretched
in the Tuileries of the abyss
consort
your every piercing fang
a boiling cauldron
desire
spilled out

dark cupid witch
legs tied to throat
devil cocks twitch
nipples in a mote
ive got the itch
feet scorched in rope
hot fucking bitch
hells dark pope

vampiress whore
dark girl feeding
the sun is no more
loves the bleeding

my confession is that i fantasize about being strangled to death while being raped, pissed on, and beaten. just imagining it makes my pussy absolutely soaking wet. i'm extremely submissive and would love a dominant man to make me his slave, let a room full of men beat me, abuse me, humiliate me, and fill me with their cum. once my body is of no more use for them, he would strangle me while they all piss all over my twitching, cum filled body. if anyone wants to talk to me privately, and get some pictures/video, comment and degrade me ;) I might pm you my toe, if you turn me on. i'll be attaching more photos.

"Why do you have a joker tatted on you?" I asked one slow afternoon, while we were in the walk-in fridge together.
" Cause I'm fuckin' crazy." He replied, with a devilish grin on his face. He left me in the walk-in, his voice echoing in my mind. Why would he say that? Was he really crazy or was he just sparking my mind? Honestly, he made me hella nervous.
Weeks go by and there is friction.Everyone in the restaurant notices it.Our co-workers were merciless. My smile is contagious they said, like a "Death Trap" for unsuspecting men, and he had been caught in it. His blue eyes had an equally devestating effect. Everyday i would find a reason to talk to him, to smile at him, to make him notice me. i would go to smoke a cigarette and he would follow me.He would ask questions; where i came from, why i was here of all places, and why i was so nice. No one had ever taken notice to me the way he did. I didnt know what it felt like to be persued by a man and it made me uneasy.
A couple more weeks go by. The flirting continues and to top it all off, a work party is planned. Everyone that was cool would be there, or at least 'cool' in this life. Which meant that everyone who was there would be smoking pot and getting schwasted on cheap vodka. I was the youngest one, the lightweight, the grasshopper of partyers. I had a feeling that something unpleasant was in the realm of possibilities. One shot, two shots....five shots, seven, eleven...fifteen shots later. I go outside for some fresh air and im followed.
" You okay?", He said with a drunken look of concern on his face.
"Yeah dude, I just need some air. I think i may have drank a little too much." I say as i smoke a cigarette, trying to ease my stomach by leaning on the balcony railing. I feel a pat on my head and the door opens then closes. He's gone. I can hear him telling others that im fine, that i said i'd be in after a while. I didnt say that, but i appreciated the extra time to gather myself.
We're all playing poker, the night is bits and pieces thanks to the alcohol. He touches my hand.We're sitting on the floor around the coffee table taking shots.Laughing. Hoping that no-one else notices that our bodies are touching. He grabs my hand and squeezes it. I squeeze back. He smiles at me, brushes his hand across my cheek when i smile back, and lightly pokes at my dimple. I look in his eyes.The deepest eyes I've ever gazed into. The only eyes that i've ever become lost in. The only eyes that have ever left me absolutely breathless. I get nervous, suddenly im possessed with something, and i feel that i know what to do.
I lean in and kiss him. Our lips are soft against eachother. It's like electricity starting at my lips, travelling through my body, waking up my soul. We kiss and time stops. The world slows its turning, the moment is cherished, remembered even in its happenning. As his lips left mine, i knew they would be missed.Not just in the future, but in the moment as well.
And that's how it started, the end of my life. We used to tell eachother thats what happens when a tornado meets a volcano. We knew it would end in disaster, but it just felt so right. We were best friends.Lovers. We were stupid.

***

It's seven o'clock and im waiting for him.We have mondays off and decided to go to dinner and a movie. He has a girlfriend and i know its wrong, but i cant help it. He gets called into work so i wait.it feels like forever.My window blinds are open in my bedroom.Sitting on my bed reading a book i get a text. " You ready :)"

" Well how about Taco Bell dude?" , i had to ask.It was on the way to his house and i dont know why he would want to take me to a sit down restaurant anyways. Scary movies and some fast food.That was us.I wasn't hard to please and neither was He. We make our order, get our food, and head to his house. Getting off of work late had ruined dinner plans and he was kind of on edge.
I was nervous too.The drive to his house seemed so long, when i didnt know my way around town yet. In reality, it was only about fifteen miles from my house. Sure he wasnt a stranger, but in that moment, riding into a dark, heavily wooded area seemed creepy as shit. He relaxed me.Holding my hand, talking about how he hated work and how glad he was that i was with him. We see lights behind us.
"Do you know why i pulled over Mr. Uh Walton?", the State Trooper asked.Tall and gankly, he shined the flashlight into the car. I smile and wave with a Taco bell drink in my hand. He smiles back nodding his head in my direction.
"Your rear light is out, you should get that fixed.It's obvious your just tryin' to make it home.Ya'll have a good night." Mr.Piggy says, handing Him back the license and insurance.
"You're like my good luck charm.If i had been by myself, i woulda went to jail.Haha.Im ready to smoke a joint now." He says driving back onto the road. " We're not too far from my house, just a few hundred feet."

Inside the trailer was nice.It looked like a home. Not just a house decorated to perfection. We walk past the kitchen where his mom is cooking, into his room. I knew he lived with his parents, so i wasnt surprised. We had talked a lot about eachothers lives the past few weeks and were eager to hang out again outside of work.
Halfway through one of the scary movies we argued over zombies and aliens; he kissed me again. I was shy and hadn't tried to make any moves. Laying on his chest i could feel his heart beating in my ear, it was like a war drum. I look up into the ink blotts and surrendered. He cups my face in his hand and sneaks his tongue into my mouth. Im startled, not expecting much from the date in general. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss back. I feel like i've reached nirvana. Entangled in eachother, pulling into one another. I wanted to be close to Him.

He's shaking. I can feel his body quake. He's looking in my eyes and i feel violated. I feel like he can see right into me. He could read my mind if he really wanted to, he looked at me like he knew me so well. Writhing naked underneath him, he kisses me. He kisses me hard and soft, slow and fast. I cant keep my breath, i cant keep up. His skin is silky against mine.Our bodies could make flames with the pace we set, but we flow like water beside eachother. He touches my face and asks me if im okay. I reply with a bite, sure of my abilities.I was wrong. He was causing chaos and i realize i'm in over my head.It's a roller coaster of static under my skin and im on fire. Pulling him closer with my leg's embrace, i tell him im ready.
He gasps and digs deeper . I feel his lust through out my body, making my legs shake and my body rock. His body is solid against my softness and i tense against his pounding. The air is hot and sticky sweet. It was waves of euphoria with flashes of madness. He collapses on top of me and kisses my neck.
"I hope i didn't hurt you," He says while lighting two cigarettes. " I've just needed to touch you for so long.I was nervous.You're beautiful." He kisses my forehead, smiles, and licks my nipple. He is an astonishing specimen of the human male. We've just started off, and im scared. Scared of what i feel and how to not show it. i take a long drag from my cigarette and i smile.i touch his face.
"That was awesome. High five." I breathe out.Lifting my hand to meet his into the traditional High Five. He drives me home and he holds my hand the whole way. He tells me he wants to do everything right so we can be together. That he has to get 'some things' squared away.I know he's talking about his girlfriend.I feel bad, i feel sorry for her. Most of all i knew i would end up just like her.

We both have work tomorrow.I'm thinking of how im going to hide the ginormous smile when i walk into the building. I sleep on it, preparing myself for the shit people will say. My phone buzzes, I havent even taken off my shoes yet. " Ur awesome. have a good nite. ;)" I reply with a happy face and go to sleep.

" Oh my god, you fucked him didnt you?!" Amy yells from across the back of the restaurant.
I immediately blush and turn to put my purse away. I go straight to my register and clock in. I look through the main window and my heart flutters. He's parked in front of the restaurant and walking towards the front door, staring right at me.Smiling while taking a hit of his cigarette. He flicks it onto the sidewalk, exhales, and opens the door. I freeze, half smiling but screaming inside. He walks past me, winks, and clocks in. Amy stands next to me as i package cheese and pepper packets.We look out the window, avoiding eye contact, trying not to laugh.
Finally, she bursts, "How was it? Is he good? how big was his dick? did it last long?"
I laugh and tell her i dont know what she's talking about.She's not convinced.She knows we had sex.Everyone does.They can tell by the way we're playfully avoiding eachother.I could never live down the fuck-on-the-first-date jokes. I didnt care what they said.I was drowning in this man and i didnt want to be saved.

We would text every day, all day if we could.I would spend the night at his house after late nights at work. We would party with his brothers, my brother too. Everything fit just right. We were craving to be closer to eachother.To be able to see eachother more often. We went to parks on our off days, walked on trails, climbed trees, and rode swings. He was the Yin to my Yang.I was grateful for him, i adored him.
The next time we had a date night, i rented a hotel room. It felt so nice to sleep next to him and not be bothered.We didnt have to worry about someone knocking on the door or being seen naked. I told Him i loved him and he didnt say it back. He said he couldnt say it without feeling fair to me.My eyes tear up and he grabs my face.
"That doesnt mean i dont love you babe, it just means i cant say it without it being all the way right." He whispers.I can barely hear him, but it felt like he was yelling at me.He is all i've ever wanted in a mate.He's everything and then some, he had already stolen my heart.He wasn't even mine.We held eachother, unsure of what to say next.We fall asleep and the next day he said it was done, that he wanted me to be his and him to be mine.I was thrilled, in the pit of me, i felt a darkness.
It was Valentines Day and i was driving to his house.We're going to dinner and then getting a room. The chinese food was great.He opened doors and pulled out chairs just as he always did.I would always tell him to stop but he wouldnt.He was a gentleman most of the time.We were ready to be alone again.Driving up to the hotel i tell him its the first time ive celebrated a pointless holiday. He laughs and says, "its only going to get better."
We're in the room and he's drinking orange crush with whipped vodka. I have a small drink, but im not much for alot of alcohol.I pull out a small bag.We both take our ecstacy and begin to drink more. For us, drugs and sex were meant to go together.It just feels so amazing when the effects are at the peak, as well as our bodies.We're coming as close as we can.Skin slick with sweat and alcohol. Im numb, i can feel everything, my heart is racing. I let out a moan as he presses deeper into me. I roll through a wave and cum at the same time.He thrusts stronger, telling me he loves me, commanding me to cum for him.
" i want you to cum hard for me babe.you want me to make it hurt, you want it?" he whispered in my ear with his hand around my throat.He pressed lightly, feeling my pussy clench in reaction to his power. I whined a 'Fuck Yes' and he hammered into me. The rush sweeps over me again and my legs spasm. He bites my pierced nipple and i squeal. He makes my whole body twitch, he enjoys watching me in painful lust underneath him.I give all of myself to him. He can have me any way he wants.
"Oh fuck." I exhale when he lets his hand go. The black was slowly taking over my vision, his release was perfectly timed. He pulls out and brings his cock close to my face. I take him into my mouth, sucking off our sex.
He gives me a playful tap on the cheek with the tip and begins kissing me.Licking my neck, down to my chest, sucking my nipples.My insides feel like lava.He begins to bite down to my stomach, dipping his tongue in my belly button, kissing til he reaches my pussy.
He slips his tongue between my lips, lightly stroking my clit. My honey leaks onto his tongue and he slurps it up. He sucks my clit and pushes his middle finger into my pussy and his pinky into my ass. The nerve confusion sets me off, his hand is dripping, and im rocking against his face. He flicks his tongue back and forth, my hips swaying with the motion of his mouth. I feel him force another finger inside my pink and i squirm to make room.
"you're so tight babe, i love the way you taste.ride my face." He compliments then demands.Im in love with him.He's strong but passionate.He is my other half.I roll over onto his face and begin to ride him.I grind against his tongue slowly, building up tension.Rolling my body to the rhythm of the SIlversun Pickups playing in the back ground. He grabs my ass cheeks, squeezes them and slaps. I look down into his eyes and press my pussy harder on his face.He's smiling, watching my face pout, then smile, slapping my tits and pulling at my nipples. He focuses his energy on my clit.Flicking and turning, cradling the pearl on his tongue.i shake, i say his name, i scream and collapse. He's perfect.He kisses me, pulls me off of him and holds me tight.

I need this play as clip so badly or someone can roleplay with me this story. Anyone?

Play: The Knife-to-the-Heart execution
Alternating Perspectives: Me and Her
Scene 0: Conversation in the Cell Before Execution
A small cell is illuminated by the cold, flickering white neon light on the ceiling. The chilly concrete walls are covered with scratches from previous prisoners. She sits on an old wooden bench with tattered edges, her thin, worn green prisoner’s uniform clinging to her body, damp with sweat. I stand in front of the iron door, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turn white, my eyes filled with pain and longing I try to hide.

Me:
(In my mind)
I look at her. Her fragile frame brims with life. I lean down slowly, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat echoes "thump-thump... thump-thump..." clearly in the silence, steady yet tense at around 90 beats per minute. It’s so strong, the contractions firm as if it could keep beating for years. I want to tell her she shouldn’t have to end like this, but the truth is too cruel.
(Speaking aloud, voice trembling)
"In a few minutes, they’ll take you away. I want to spend as much time with you as I can, but I have to tell you what’s about to happen first. Your heartbeat... it’s so strong, you know? The contractions are firm and steady. It could beat for so much longer..."

Her:
(In her mind)
I sit on the cold, old wooden bench. My heart beats "thump-thump... thump-thump..." in my chest as you lean closer. I feel your warm breath against my skin, warming me amidst the fear. But I know... the heart you call strong is about to stop soon.
(Speaking aloud, voice shaky)
"It’s really time, isn’t it? Tell me. I want to know... I want to hear it from you. Even if my heart is strong... it won’t last much longer. Soon it’ll stop, and I’ll finally rest."
I take a deep breath, placing a small wooden box containing clothes and a white cloth on the bench beside her. My hands tremble slightly as I pick up a white undergarment, my fingers brushing the fabric lightly.

Me:
(In my mind)
I don’t want to say it at all, but I have to. I want her to have some control before it all ends.
(Speaking aloud)
"The execution method... They told me to explain it to you and let you choose. There are two options. The first is an injection. You’ll lie on a bed, I’ll inject the lethal injection into your veins, and you’ll fall asleep quietly, without pain. Your body will gradually shut down, like a nightmare ending. The second is strangulation with a cloth... It’s slower. You’ll feel it, feel me, until the very last moment. As for clothes... you need to change out of this prisoner’s uniform. I have a simple white undergarment, soft and thin, or a thin black robe that covers more of your body. I want you to choose... at least so you feel you have something in your hands before it’s all over."

Her:
(In her mind)
I stare at the box with empty eyes. My heart beats "thump-thump..." a little slower as I think. The injection would let me go quietly, but I don’t want to leave you without feeling anything. I want to stay with you longer, even if it hurts. I want to feel you.
(Speaking aloud, taking a deep breath)
"If it’s the injection, I won’t feel anything, right? It’ll be quick... but I won’t really get to say goodbye to you. But with the cloth... I’ll stay with you longer... I’ll feel you until the last second, won’t I?"

Me:
(In my mind)
Her question pierces my heart. I nod, tears welling up. She’s accepted her death, but I can’t come to terms with it.
(Speaking aloud)
"Yes... If it’s the cloth, you’ll stay conscious for a while. I’ll be with you every second. I’ll make you feel me... even though it has to end."

Her:
(In her mind)
I give a faint smile, tears streaming down my cheeks. I’ve decided. I want to feel you, even if it’s the last time.
(Speaking aloud)
"Then I choose the cloth strangulation... I want to feel you until the very end. I don’t want to leave without feeling anything. As for the clothes... I’ll take the white undergarment. I want it to be simple... and if you have to see me for the last time, I want it to be like this—plain, but me."

Me:
(In my mind)
My tears drip onto the floor. She’s made her choice... I take the white undergarment from the box, my hands brushing the fabric lightly. I long to stop time right here.
(Speaking aloud, voice trembling)
"Are you sure? It won’t be easy—for you or for me. But I’ll make it as gentle as I can. I’ll be with you... and I’ll make you happy before it all ends."

Her:
(In her mind)
I gently take your hand. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." faster, reaching 100 beats per minute. The warmth from your palm seeps into me. I want to hug you tightly, but I know we have to move forward.
(Speaking aloud)
"Thank you for letting me choose. I trust you. Do it for me, please. I want it to be you... not anyone else."

I help her change, my hands touching her skin tenderly. I slowly remove her old prisoner’s uniform and slip the white undergarment onto her. My fingers tremble as I adjust the edges.
Scene 1: Leading to the Execution and the Start of Pleasure
Me:
(In my mind)
I hold her hand gently, leading her from the cell to the execution chamber. My hand wraps around her wrist as if afraid she’ll vanish. The narrow hallway is frigid, our footsteps echoing in the silence. The execution room is dim, lit only by a faint overhead lamp casting light onto an old wooden chair. I guide her to sit slowly. Her white undergarment bears faint sweat stains. I lean down, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat rings out "thump-thump... thump-thump..." clearly, strong and steady at about 100 beats per minute. It’s still so alive... if only it weren’t today.
(Speaking aloud)
"I don’t want you to go... but if you must, I’ll make you happy until the last moment. I’ll do it as gently as I can."

Her:
(In my mind)
I feel your hand around my wrist, warm and steady amidst the cold. My heart beats "thump-thump... thump-thump..." at around 100 beats per minute. Fear creeps in, but having you beside me calms me somewhat. You sit me down, the cold wood against my skin. I feel your breath on my chest again, my heart pounding louder in my chest.
(Speaking aloud, breathing quickly)
"You... I’m scared... but I want to feel you. Do it... I’m ready."
I pick up a long white cloth from the table beside us, draping it around her neck lightly. My fingers brush the skin at the nape of her neck slowly.

Me:
(In my mind)
I loop the cloth around her neck. Her heart speeds up to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, rapid and forceful. I gently pull her undergarment halfway down, exposing her trembling skin under the dim light. She moans "Ah..." as my fingers touch her sensitive spot. Her heartbeat rings clear in my ear.
(Speaking aloud)
"Do you feel good... I want you to feel me. I’ll make you happy."

Her:
(In her mind)
I feel the cloth around my neck, but your gentleness keeps me from being afraid. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute. You pull my undergarment down, my skin quivering in the cold air. I moan "Ah..." as you touch me. You enter in me gently, and my heart surges to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 140 beats per minute. Pleasure floods my body, washing away the fear.
(Speaking aloud)
"I feel you... Ah... It’s good..."
Scene 2: Heightened Pleasure with Strangulation

Me:
(In my mind)
I gradually quicken my movements, every touch filled with longing. I tighten the cloth slightly, my hands trembling. I lean down, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat pounds "thump-thump-thump-thump..." fast and heavy at 160 beats per minute, barely pausing. She moans "Ah... You!" Her body trembles and tenses. She reaches climax with an "Ah!" I feel the heat peak, and I release inside her. My warmth flows into her. Her heart still beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 150 beats per minute.
(Speaking aloud)
"Are you happy... I want you to feel me to the fullest. I long for you so much..."

Her:
(In her mind)
You quicken your pace, and I feel your love in every movement. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 160 beats per minute, loud enough to burst. I moan "Ah... You!" Pleasure surges to its peak, and I climax with an "Ah!" Then I feel your heat—your warmth flowing into me. My heart slows to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 150 beats per minute, still brimming with life.
(Speaking aloud, struggling to breathe)
"I feel your love flowing into me... Ah... It’s warm and full of you. Today’s my fertile day... I’d surely conceive from this, I can feel it from what you’ve given me. But... it’s a shame I won’t get to see it..."
I tighten the cloth a bit more, my hand brushing her shoulder gently. Her heart slows to "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 130 beats per minute.
Scene 3: Farewell Amidst Pleasure

Her:
(In her mind)
You slow your movements, but I still feel your warmth. My heart beats "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 110 beats per minute. It’s slowing but still trying to keep going. I look at you, tears welling up, my vision starting to blur.
(Speaking aloud, whispering with difficulty)
"If I didn’t have to die, I’d surely be pregnant from this... But... there’s no chance now..."

Me:
(In my mind)
I slow down. Her heart beats "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 110 beats per minute, the rhythm slowing but determined. My tears fall. She speaks of a child we’ll never see. I long to stop everything. I place my left hand on her left chest, fingers brushing her warm, sweat-damp skin. I press lightly to find the spot where her heart beats strongest. Beneath my palm, I feel the firm contraction "thump... thump..." so clear. I pick up a short knife from the table beside us, gripping the handle tightly with my right hand. The sharp tip glints in the dim light. I position it at that spot, just below her third rib on the left, barely touching her skin, not pressing yet. Her heart still beats "thump... thump..." with resolve.
(Speaking aloud, whispering)
"If it were real, I’d love it as much as I love you. I long for the life we could’ve had together. But now... I’m sorry it has to end like this. Do you feel the knife... I’ll set you free. I promise."

Her:
(In her mind)
I give a faint smile, tears rolling down my cheeks. I feel your love in those words. My heart beats "thump... thump..." at 90 beats per minute. It’s tired, but I still want to tell you. I feel the cold tip of the knife against my skin. Fear flashes through me, but I’m glad... you’ll free me from this torment. My heart slows but keeps fighting.
(Speaking aloud)
"I love you... Find the truth for me... Remember me... I feel it now. You’ll set me free, won’t you..."

Me:
(In my mind)
I lean down and kiss her forehead. Her heart beats "thump... thump..." at 90 beats per minute, the rhythm weakening. I want her to know I’ll never forget her. The knife’s tip remains poised, my hand trembling slightly, but I’m resolute.
(Speaking aloud)
"I love you... I’ll find the truth. You’ll always be in my heart. I’ll never forget you. I’ll give you one last moment of happiness, then set you free."
Scene 4: Ultimate Pleasure Before Departure

Me:
(In my mind)
I quicken my movements again to give her maximum pleasure. My left hand presses against her chest, the knife’s tip steady at the same spot below her third rib on the left. Her heart surges momentarily to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, contracting powerfully as if unleashing its final burst of energy. She moans "Ah... You!" Her body tenses, her arms wrapping around my neck, gripping me tightly until I feel the pressure of her fingers digging into my skin. Pleasure overwhelms her, almost spilling over. At the peak of her final climax, I release the cloth from her neck instantly, letting her breathe deeply. I thrust the knife down with full strength. The blade slices through her skin and muscle, plunging deep into her chest, piercing her heart directly between its two chambers. Bright red blood spurts out immediately, streaming over her white undergarment and staining my hands. I feel the resistance of her beating heart as the knife cuts through—it still contracts "thump-thump..." at 100 beats per minute, fueled by excitement and pleasure. Her heart fights the wound, blood seeping out with every beat. I feel her intense response, her body trembling. Her heart slows to "thump... thump..." at 80 beats per minute, the contractions heavy and sluggish. Her grip begins to loosen, her fingers easing from my skin. The sound becomes "thump...... thump..." at 60 beats per minute, the rhythm faltering. Her consciousness fades, but she smiles broadly as if in a pleasant dream. Her heart drops to "thump......... thump......" at 40 beats per minute, the contractions visibly weakening. Her arms fall from my neck, resting on my shoulders as if reluctant to let go. I quicken my pace to climax with her. Her heart beats faintly "thump......" one last time, a heavy, prolonged contraction as if fighting its final battle but succumbing. I release inside her again, my warmth mingling with the blood flowing out. Her body clenches tightly around me in a fierce, involuntary reaction despite her unconsciousness. Her heart stops completely at 0 beats per minute.
(Speaking aloud, breathing heavily)

"Your final 'thump' was full of happiness and effort. I felt that strong, weary contraction. Your heart fought until the end. I’ve set you free... and I felt you fully in this moment."

Her:
(In her mind)
You quicken your pace, and my heart surges to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, contracting powerfully as if releasing its last energy. I moan "Ah... You!" My body tenses, my arms wrapping around your neck, fingers digging into your skin as pleasure overwhelms me. You release the cloth, and I breathe deeply, savoring the thrill. Then I feel the knife plunge in—a sudden pain mixed with fear, but I’m glad... you’re freeing me. Warm blood flows from my chest. My heart beats "thump-thump..." at 100 beats per minute, struggling against the wound, still alive with happiness and excitement. It slows to "thump... thump..." at 80 beats per minute, heavy and slow. My grip weakens, fingers relaxing. The sound fades to "thump...... thump..." at 60 beats per minute, the rhythm breaking. My consciousness blurs, but I smile widely. My heart drops to "thump......... thump......" at 40 beats per minute, beating so faintly it’s nearly gone. My arms fall, and you quicken again. I feel your heat as you release inside me. My heart gives one last "thump......" a firm, lingering contraction as if leaving everything behind. I lose consciousness, but my body clenches around you fiercely. My spirit senses this happiness even as my heart stops.
(Speaking aloud, whispering with difficulty)
"I felt the knife... and the happiness... Thank you for setting me free..."
Scene 5: Departure and Beyond-Life Reaction

Me:
(In my mind)
Her heart is silent. I pull the knife out, blood trickling from the wound in her chest in thin streams. I move inside her slowly, her body twitching faintly from nerve reflexes. Her muscles clench around me in a beyond-life reaction. Her warmth fades gradually. I withdraw, setting the knife aside. Tears stream down my face as I lean down to embrace her body. I place my hand on her left chest again—the wound still oozes blood. I press lightly, searching for a heartbeat, but there’s nothing... no "thump-thump" anymore. I press my ear to her chest, the silence tearing at my heart. I stroke her arm, hoping for a breath. I check her wrist for a pulse, but there’s no sign of life. Her body is utterly still. I long for her to come back.
(Speaking aloud, whispering through tears)
"You... Your heart’s stopped. That final 'thump' still echoes in my ears. It was strong and full of life before I set you free. Your body held me for a moment, muscles clenching around me, then slowly relaxing... Your warmth is fading. I know you’re gone, but I hoped you’d still be here. Time of death: 18:45... I checked everything—no signs of life. I long for you so much it breaks me... I’ll never forget you, not for a second."

Her:
(In her mind)
I feel lighter and lighter. My body twitches faintly. I sense you still inside me briefly, your warmth lingering as I grow cold. My spirit drifts from my body. I look down and see you holding me, your face buried in my chest, tears flowing endlessly. I watch you check my body—pressing my chest, stroking my arm, feeling my wrist. You hope I’m still alive. I want to tell you I’m okay now. I float closer, trying to touch your shoulder, but I have no form. I say, "You... You did your best. I was truly happy. You freed me from torment. I felt love and joy until the last moment. My body responded to you even after I left. I’m not in pain or afraid anymore. I’ll always be in your heart. Don’t blame yourself..." But you can’t hear me. A light pulls me away. I smile at you one last time, whispering, "Thank you... and goodbye..." Then I’m gone.

Story: Arena of Death

Warning: Contains Snuff and Violence!

Sophie heared her own heart beat as she looked through the scope of her sniper rifle. She tried to calm down, but the 20 minute foot walk up the steep hills got her blood pumping, even though her 18 year old body was in very good shape. Maybe it was the adrenaline that kept her pulse up. Sophie tried not to think about the fact, that there was a high risk that she wouldn’t survive this part of the tournament. Yesterday she was lucky to escape death at the very last second. Today she might be not so fortunate. The other team might have learned from yesterday’s mistakes. This time they will try to eliminate the opponent’s snipers as soon as possible. Which meant nothing else than eliminating HER!

It would have been naive to think they would simply shoot her quickly and painlessly. Sophia was one of the players who was casted for her fantastic looks. The viewers at home watched this show because they wanted to see some good old violent sex and erotic torture prior to a kill. Sophie would make the perfect victim for such a scene… with her athletic body, her firm breasts, her sexy long legs and her angel-like face, she would have the viewer’s attention during a nasty rape orgy to the death.

Sophie had been fantasizing about getting raped and murdered ever since she found her uncle’s snuff porn collection, when she was a little girl. Today might be the day when her brutal fantasies might become real… the thought of getting raped and tortured to death sent a shiver across her spine and made her nipples hard.

She thought about all the contestants that were killed during yesterday’s round in this perverted tournament. “Arena of Death” was THE number one live TV show right now. Everyone was watching it, though some people had a hard time admitting, that they enjoyed watching a televised gladiator fight to the death. The idea wasn’t new. Even in ancient Rome, sadistic fights to the death were organized to entertain the crowds. This was just a modern version of this ancient form of “entertainment”. Since the organizers were competing with many similar TV and live shows, they had to take it to the max. During each round of the tournament, a total of 400 contestants were fighting against each other in two teams: Team White and Team Black. Each team consisted of 100 male and 100 female “gladiators”. The fight took place in Arizona in a large valley, surrounded by a couple of hills. Each round lasted for 120 minutes. There was basically no other rule than: kill or get killed. The surviving contestants got a 5-figure prize money. Some were in it for the money… some contestants were convicted criminals, who had nothing to lose since they were sentenced to death anyway. And some were in simply for the thrill. Sophie had applied for the “Arena of Death” in order to convert her life long prison sentence, that would have started last week on her 18th birthday. It was her addiction to violent porn that got her in trouble in the first place. When she was 15, she was caught paying for a darknet snuff live stream. She will never forget the moment, when the SWAT team raided her house as she was masturbating in front of her laptop to the live stream where a couple of girls were abused to the death; partly financed with Sophie’s money. Serving her sentence by taking part in “Arena of Death” was kind of ironic since this show was not much different than a live snuff show.

So, here she was, assembling her high precision sniper rifle on the top of the little hill, where she had a perfect view over the entire valley. As a member of “Team Black” she wore her dark “uniform”, which consisted of black army boots, a black slip which was barely covered by a black mini skirt and a dark sports bra. Her blonde hair was a nice contrast to the dark outfit. She really looked extremely sexy and hot… no wonder the casting agents accepted her application right away. Well not right away of course… like all the other female “applicunts” as they liked to call them, had to spread their sexy legs on various casting couches for a couple of really rough casting sessions. But Sophie never had a problem with being used as a helpless sex toy… she actually got off multiple times during the brutal casting orgies. She even dated one of the casting agents and went with him to one of the public execution shows, where they impale a couple of death row girls “dolcett style” in front of a live audience. Sophie loved it, when her date channeled his sexual aggression and used her as a helpless piece of fuck meat, while one girl after the other got the metal spit up her cunt on the stage in front of them.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the signal, that would announce the start of the game. The next two hours would decide if she would end up getting raped and tortured to death for the entertainment of millions of viewers, or if she would make it… avoiding her jail sentence and leaving this tournament with a pile of cash.

Sophie knew that the first 30 minutes of the “game” would be crucial. She had to shoot as many opponent “players” in order to give her Team an advantage. She scanned the valley with the scope of her rifle… but so far none of the players were leaving their hiding spots. Then she discovered a group of 6 male players from her own team, about 500 feet away. When she zoomed out she suddenly saw a bush moving behind her team. Three girls from Team White were slowly sneaking up on her fellow team mates from behind. Sophie tried to get a clear shot at the girl in the middle. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins… she couldn’t afford to miss… from what she could tell the girls were in their early 20s… maybe even younger. The thought of ending a young girl’s live just like that excited her. Only one move of her finger and someone’s daughter would be history… having the power to end a girl’s live had an extremely arousing effect on Sophie. She could feel her nipples getting hard, and her clit swelling up… There was no time to waste… the girls almost reached her fellow team mates…. with a trembling index finger, she pulled the trigger! Sophie could hear the girl screaming as the bullet hit her left arm… Damn! She was aiming for the head but the girl must have moved in the very last second. But the screams were enough to warn her 6 team mates… they immediately ran towards the 3 surprised young women and forced them at gunpoint to drop their weapons. Sophie was relieved when she saw, that the guys had the situation under control. She could have continued looking for other targets, but she was curious what the men would do with the overpowered women. She watched the scene unfolding through her field glasses. Now that she got a good look at the girls she realized how attractive and young they were. Of course they were wearing the same sexy “uniforms”, only that their mini skirts and bras were white instead of black. Initially she estimated them to be in their early 20s but now that she got a better look at them she wasn’t even sure if they were 18. It wouldn’t have been the first time, that underage “applicunts” made it into the show with fake IDs. The casting agents didn’t really care as long the girls looked hot and were experienced enough to give good blow jobs.

The 6 men in their late 20s did, what most men would have done in this situation. They forced the 3 girls to get rid of their sports bras and mini skirts. The teen girls complied immediately… In fact the pretty brunette obviously tried to save her life by offering sex to the men. She played with her firm breasts and pulled down her slip to give the guys a peek at her shaved teenage pussy. It was obvious, that the men didn’t respond in the way this little bitch hoped. They humiliated her, by laughing at her poor attempt to fuck herself out of this situation. The guys didn’t have any time to waste, so instead of listening to the girl’s pathetic pleads to let them live, three of them forced the teenies to blow their hard cocks on all fours while the other 3 men would play with their exposed pussies. One guy enjoyed pressing the blade of his army knife against her thighs… slowly moving the blade up to her crotch, pushing her slip to the side and sliding the dull side of the blade between her pussy lips. The little blond one was being fucked in her ass with the muzzle of gun. And the girl who got shot in the arm had her shaved cunt roughed up by the large fingers of the guy standing behind her. When he was done pulling her cunt lips violently apart, fingering her with four fingers at once and giving her a couple of strong slaps on her clit, he finally pushed his hard cock deep inside her tight teen cunt. The other guys followed his lead and a violent rape orgy emerged in front of Sophie’s eyes. Watching those 3 petite teen sluts getting roughed up, chocked, beaten, kicked, raped and abused was a real turn on for Sophie and she couldn’t resist taking care of her own itching pussy. With each second the ultra brutal gang rape became more and more violent. This wasn’t a fucking BDSM fuck… there was no point in being careful not to inflict permanent injuries… there was no fucking “safe word”… this was a DEATH FUCK! The real violence started, once the men shot their hot semen inside or onto the helpless fuck meat. Now it was time to figure out, what other objects could be used to penetrate 3 helpless teenage vaginas… After violating the girls’ exposed sex organs with various oversized or sharp objects, it was time to finish the girls off. Sophie almost climaxed when she saw one of the guys approaching the little blonde one with a signal rocket. While three other men held her down and pulled her legs apart, he positioned the lower side of the rocket towards her abused crotch. The remaining two guys forced the other two girls at gunpoint to take turns burning each other’s clits with a cigarette lighter. After a terrifying countdown he ignited the signal rocket right in front of the poor little blonde’s teen pussy… the more than 1000 degree hot magnesium flame completely burned the girls crotch including her pussy lips and clit. Then he pushed the burning rocket inside her little fuck hole and enjoyed her screams. At this point Sophie had two ultra intense orgasms in a row. As she slowly recovered from her last climax she saw the two remaining girls having their sex organs completely destroyed with a couple of close shotgun shots right between their legs. Sophie had the honour of taking the girls out of their misery with three precise sniper shots to their heads.

Sophie realised that she spent way to much time watching the brutal termination of the three unfortunate girls. Using the field glasses she searched for her next targets. She saw several almost identical scenes, in which male players lived out their violent sex and snuff fantasies on unfortunate female opponents. After all that’s what most viewers wanted to see when they tuned in to “Arena of Death”.

But her job wasn’t to enjoy the “show” but to help her team win this inhumane competition. So she tried her best to support her team by taking out opponents before they could harm her fellow team players. For example, she managed to save a couple of girls of her own team before the Team White players were able to ignite the dynamite sticks in their asses. But there was nothing she could do for the three female Team Black players that were just starting to slide down on wooden impalement poles in their destroyed vaginas. All she could do for them was a quick shot to their heads to take them out of their misery.

Sophie really had fun shooting 8 male Team White players that were just engaging in a ultra brutal gang rape of a couple of fellow Team Black girls. Those idiots didn’t even try to run for cover, when Sophie popped the head of the first guy. Apparently the remaining 7 men were so occupied with gang raping the Team Black girls, that nothing could stop them. Sophie enjoyed shooting two guys who were just wanking their cocks. The second guy even climaxed and shot his semen over the girls face right after Sophie’s bullet hit him in his stomache. When he tumbled to the ground, Sophie couldn’t resist to shoot him again… right into his balls!

Only a minute later, Sophie was surprised to see how sadistic a couple of Team White bitches were treating a bunch of fellow male Team Black players. The 4 men where bound to the ground, stripped naked while 7 young sluts teased the guys by massaging and licking their cocks. Sophie had heard about those sadistic games, in which the young woman threatened to torture and kill the guys if they should get an involuntary erection. It’s a cruel game since it’s almost impossible to avoid getting a hardon when a hot 19year old knows how to treat your cock right. In the next step the girls basically rape the guys by riding their involuntary aroused cocks while pointing a gun at them. In some cases, they threaten to kill the guy the second he cums. In other cases they ride his hard cock and threaten to kill him, as soon as he can’t keep it up. Sophie enjoyed shooting the horny bitches right during or even shortly before getting off. Even after she popped the first two girls, some of the remaining sluts kept pleasuring themselves. It was almost as if those horny cunts were turned on by the fact that a sniper was aiming at them… One brunette girl in her mid-twenties even kept rubbing her clit after Sophie popped a bullet in her knee. Being so eager to climax, Sophie granted her a very last orgasm, before shooting her right in her twitching fuck hole.

The longer the sexual slaughtering between the two teams went on, the more Sophie enjoyed the spectacle from her comfortable position. So far, none of the Team White players had found her hiding spot. She started to think that she might actually make it, and that she could as well enjoy the “show”. She took turns shooting Team White members and pleasuring herself violently to countless orgasms. In order to cum again she needed an even more intense kick… that’s why she didn’t even bother any more trying to support her team…. For example she could have easily saved four of her fellow female team mates from having their cunts whipped, but she preferred watching the pretty girls having their crotches whipped to pulp with heavy barbed steel chains. And watching those 6 other fellow team members getting forced to play “Russian Pussy Roulette” with a loaded revolver was such a turn on, that she decided to wait until the first unfortunate girl would hit a chamber with a bullet and blow her own crotch up.

Only 25 minutes left until the end of the game. And so far nobody even came near Sophie’s hiding spot. Completely exhausted from the 1,5 hour killing- and masturbation orgy, Sophie rested in the grass… completely naked and not very ladylike with obscenely opened legs. She enjoyed the sunrays drying her pussy juices on her red and sore cunt lips and clit. The distant screams and the gun shots from the valley started to sound like an ambient and soothing sound. As Sophie closed her eyes, pictures from the various fights and death tortures popped up in her brain. Her mind tried to process the vast amount of violence, pain, sex and death that she witnessed over the last 90 minutes. It was like her brain tried to compile a “best-of-video” of the most erotic and exciting scenes. And once again her young und obviously unsatisfiable body reacted in the way it always reacted to this kind of mental stimulation. She felt that tingling sensation between her legs, as the blood rushed once again into her 18-year-old sex organ… Her sore clit burned and she felt a little pain as she carefully pressed her fingers against it. The harder she pressed, the more pain she felt. She thought of all the girls that had to endure the ultimate pain of the total destruction of their female body parts. She asked herself: How does it feel getting your cunt lips torn violently apart… There was only one way to find out… it felt so intense as she squeezed her sore pussy lips between her fingers and started to pull them apart… the pain felt exhilarating… she squeezed her cunt lips as hard as she could and pulled them out as far as they would go… the pain felt so fucking good!

She was close to another painful orgasm, as she suddenly heard something. When she opened her eyes, she stared into the muzzles of 3 male Team White players. They had finally found her… Only 18 more minutes and she would have made it. Sophie felt the panic rising inside of her. The adrenaline shot through her veins and she was completely frozen in shock and panic. She didn’t even try to cover up her obscenely spread pussy… The three muscular men in their late 20s obviously were surprised to see this 18 year old gorgeous innocent looking cutie, lying next to her rifle, slip and miniskirt, furiously masturbating her red and sore teenage pussy. There was no point in telling her to strip naked and spread her legs, like they did with the last 7 female players, they caught. It looked like this horny bitch was just waiting for them. They didn’t waste much time… meanwhile they were a rehearsed team: two guys held her down and pulled her legs apart, while the third guy would get to “play” with her… and even though he obviously had some “play time” already today, his cock was rock hard. Taking tons of Viagra before playing “Arena of Death” was a given. Now it was time to make use of the constantly erect cocks… The three men took turns raping Sophie’s petite body over and over again. Unfortunately they had only 17 minutes left to play with her, until this round of the game was over. They tried to make the most of it… penetrating her in every imaginable way in the most violent ways possible. In the beginning Sophie was terrified and the thought of being about to get killed kept her from enjoying the rough fuck. But after 10 minutes of violent penetration her body reacted in the only way possible: She gave in to the brutal treatment… eager to spread her legs, open her mouth, pulling apart her ass cheeks in order to receive the ultra violent penetration and insemination that would give her another couple of painful orgasms.

In the minute before the end of the game, two of the men bound her legs backwards to her arms. Then they lifted her up, while the third man was holding her sniper rifle upright on the ground. As she saw the upright rifle beneath her open legs, she knew it was time to die now. Slowly the lowered her over the tip of the muzzle and inserted it between her cum dripping pussy lips… then they slowly lowered her down so that the rifle would impale her abused vagina. The pain as the tip of the muzzle crushed through her cervix was breath taking… she couldn’t even scream… They played with her body by moving her up and down…. practically fucking her on the upright rifle… and only 10 seconds before the end of the game the guy holding the rifle pulled the trigger… The bullets tearing through Sophies body and exiting through her beck didn’t kill her instantly…. He had to fire 8 more painful shots until everything went black around her…

The END