Lobotomy Spike 02 - The Perfect Partner

Some time ago, amidst a discussion with a 'KateTwinset' from the DGF, I wrote up a story about consensual lobotomy called Stepfordism - Lobotomy Spike 01. Wrapped in Stepfordisms and a particular fetish for knitted cardigans, it was fun to write and I was pleased with how it was received.

Now there's a sequel.

And, the title 'The Perfect Partner' hits on two fronts.

One you'll figure out as you read it.

The other is because, well, I didn't write this. My absolutely delicious minx of a partner did. 

And, she agreed that for every 'Reaction' this story gets, I get to do something to her. Because she really is an absolute treat.

So, without further ado.

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*Lobotomy Spike 02*

With a cheerful tinkle Kate pushed the door open and walked into the shop.

"Well hello my dear, what can I do for you?" Smiled the woman behind the desk. Her thick blond curls tumbled artfully around her face, framing her cat green eyes as they flashed behind her horn-rimmed glasses.

Kate gulped, intimidated by her beauty and the sleek modern machines whirring silently behind her. Her body shook in anticipatory fear, she didn't know what to expect of this place, or this woman. Kate's frumpy crochet cardigan, sensible pumps, and old fashioned pleated beige skirt made her feel dumpy and out-of-place in this sleek modern establishment.

"I was sent here by partner" Kate half-stammered anxiously, picking a loose thread on her cardigan. "He said... he said..." she trailed off softly, looking down, unable to meet the vibrant eyes of the woman behind the desk. The sounds and scents of this foreign place intimidating and exotic, causing her to falter and stutter into silence.

"Cat got your tongue girl?" The lady asked, smiling cruelly. Her small pink tongue darted out and licked her lips, illustrating her point and making a mockery of Kate's lack of poise. Kate followed it with her eyes, wishing inside she had the nerve to be so blatantly sexual in front of a stranger.

Kate took a deep breath and struggled to speak "my partner, he thinks I'm too shy and he...he..." she stuttered to a stop again.

The woman behind the desk stood up, revealing the tight latex nurse outfit, her breasts straining to escape, hardened nipples clearly defined by the skin tight suit. Kate couldn't take her eyes from them as the woman walked towards her, the sensual clicking of her heels painfully illustrating the difference between these two woman. The gentle sway and bob of her full tight breasts captivated Kate and she wondered what it would be like to swirl her own tongue wantonly around the hardened nubs while this intimidating woman moaned against her. Their naked bodies soft and sleek against each other, lubricated by the shared juices of their mutual arousal.

Abruptly Kate was pulled from her fantasy as, gabbing her face, the woman pulled her upwards, snarling down at her "in my office, pretty disposable women like you don't waste my time. I have no patience for broken, unfixable toys. Your partner understands what we do here or he wouldn't have sent you, so pretty, so vulnerable, and oh so very, very alone."

So saying the woman traced her nail down Kate's jaw, slowly, tantalizingly slowly, trailing it down to her nipple. The grasp of her other hand tightening around Kate's throat contrasted with the sharp shock of her nail edging over the tender flesh of Kate's rapidly hardening nipple. Kate let out an involuntary moan and leaned towards the women, her earlier fantasy rekindling, this time with a darker edge. With a flash of teeth and an abruptness that make Kate gasp the woman cruelly pinched Kate's nipple, tightening her hand around her throat till she choked, forcing her upwards onto her toes.

"So, tell me want you want with your last gasp of air pretty girl, or I'll dispose of you the way all lonely broken toys should be disposed of."

In a hoarse voice Kate gasped out "my partner said this place could make me his slut. Please..." she coughed, pinpricks of black sparkling across her vision, her heartbeat seeming too loud, slowing as she listened, darkness closing in, feeling her sense of self fading.

Suddenly the pressure around her neck relaxed and she gasped in air, collapsing to her knees. The sweetness left her wanting more, but her body, wracked with coughs, refused to drawn in enough.

Through her desperate gasps she heard to woman say "very well. To train someone as obviously...inexperienced...as yourself shall require the full lobotomy."

"Lobotomy?!" Kate chocked out through her gasps. But before she could say more her arms were grabbed by two tall woman in skintight black outfits, their identical flaming red hair pulled back in complex braids. Kate's arms were wrenched upwards as they hoisted her to her feet. As she opened her mouth to scream the woman behind the desk said "have a nice day", and with a sugar sweet smile popped a lollipop into Kate's open mouth.

Chocking and gasping Kate was dragged behind the desk by the twin red-heads. Tears flowing down her face as she tried to spit the candy out and wrench her arms free. Her brown curls matted to her face with sweat and tears momentarily blocked her view as she was pulled behind the machinery she'd noticed on entry. Then she felt the biting cut of leather straps around her ankles, wrists and head as she was tied to a chair she haven't noticed before.

"All settled deary?" Said the woman from behind the desk. Kate heard the snap as she pulled on a pair of black latex gloves. "You see, we like to keep the machinery up front so we don't scare away perspective...clients. If the girls coming in saw what their partner's wanted for them, why you little lambs would all run before the slaughter!" She chuckled to herself as the red-heads did a final inspection of Kate's restraints, pulling them painfully tight.

"And before you think of escape, know that our little machines will block you from view and their humming makes a surprisingly effective white noise to cut out any screams." The woman said in a self satisfied tone as she hummed softly to herself, her back to Kate, inspecting something on a nearby table.

"The machine's do have their use, but we like a little more of a 'hands-on' operation here, don't we girls?" As she said this the woman turned to Kate, picking up a long, t-shaped, Spike from the nearby table.

Kate eyes grew wide as she stared at the gleaming tip of the Spike. Spitting out the lollipop she drew a breath to scream and chocked as one of the twins abruptly shoved their fingers into her mouth, causing Kate to gag.

"As I was saying, hands on. Now, since you're a little timid, the kind of woman who doesn't yell her partner's name in bed, and frankly, judging by your attitude and outfit, likely the kind of woman who doesn't yell anything in bed. I understand we're to 'upgrade' you. Turn you into the pretty, obedient, mindless little plaything your partner desires."

"Girls, shall we begin?" So saying the second twin drew a knife down Kate's old fashioned librarian-esq clothes, peeling them off her body and leaving her exposed to the cold air. With a shudder Kate felt the tip of a vibrator push against her tight pussy.

"Usually we use lube" whispered the redhead into her ear, her large breasts pushing against Kate's body in a soft and sensual way horribly at odds with the cold treatment of her body, "but I am so going to enjoy watching you scream around my sister's hand as this rips into your tender dry little pussy."

So saying she thrust the vibrator into Kate, causing her to thrust upwards in a vain attempt to avoid it, forcing the fingers of the other twin deeper down her throat as she gagged and shuddered at the dual violations of her body.

As she felt the distracting tingle of the vibrator deep in her pussy Kate's eye was caught by a flash of silver as the woman moved the razor-tip of the gleaming metal tool towards her eye. Between the restraints and the hard fingers of the redhead digging into her mouth and keeping her immobile, Kate was unable to even twitch. Tears blurred the incoming implement, until suddenly she felt the ice cold touch of the spike under her left eye. Caught between the horror of what she knew was coming, and the pleasure of the vibrator deep inside her body, Kate trembled, tears running down her face.

As she felt the first bright stab of pain as the Spike pierced her skin one of the the twins reached down with cool fingers to flick and rub the engorged nub of Kate's clit. The pain intensified as the Spike was forced deeper, and all that kept Kate from blacking out was the rhythmic stroking of her clit, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm she didn't want.

To cum, naked and violated, in front of strangers. How could her partner have tricked her into this. When she'd idly told him she wished she could be a better pain slut, like his previous partners had been, she hadn't imagined this! Was this how he'd trained his other partners?
What with his blue eyes and open face, framed by those angelic chestnut curls, how could a woman not want to please a man like that? Now, as the burning pain of the Spike pushed in further, and the blood welling up and mixing with her tears began to obscure her vision with a rosy haze, she was beginning to question what he meant when he'd said his previous partners had "moved on".

A gentle 'drip drip drip' pattering relentlessly dragged her back from her musings. As the feel of the vibrator and the skilled fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge of an orgasm, making her scream around the fingers in her mouth and thrust upwards with her release, the involuntary action drove the spike even deeper into her cranial cavity. As the combined pain and orgasmic release drove her to blackness her last thought was to realize, that noise was her blood, 'drip drip drip' pattering onto the floor.

***

With a cheerful tinkle a man pushed the door open and walked into the shop.

"Well hello my dear" He said, smiling at the woman behind the desk. His thick chestnut curls tumbled artfully around his face, framing blue eyes that flashed behind his glasses with warmth, good humour and mirth.

"I believe you have something of mine that's ready for disposal." He said, leaning over the desk with a smile.

"Ah yes, the new pain slut. She's really come along nicely. Pity she'll never be able to see out of that eye again, but then again, she won't have long to bemoan that. Toys just don't last as long anymore do they." The woman said with a sigh that forced her breasts up.

The man watched them thrust up against her outfit, the latex cutting into them and dimpling the soft skin, much, he imagined, the way a knife would at the first soft kiss, before the blood welled up, before the victim realized how serious this scene would be.

The sensual clicking of heels drew his head up, and the sight that greeted him made him forget his musings.

His erstwhile mousy partner stood before him, a vision in lingerie and stilettos, Kate's lips a deep blood red, her eyes rimmed in black khol. Seeing him she dropped to her knees, crawling towards him, her pink tongue snaking out to lick sensually around her lips as she kneeled before him. Eyes level with his cock she leaned forward to unzip his pants with her teeth.

With a groan he reached down, tangling his hand in her hair. "Not yet" he whispered pulling her slowly up his body, letting her mouth linger, dragging her against him. As she reached his mouth to kiss him, he gazed into her vacant eyes, one unfocused and clouded with blood.

With a wicked sounding 'snikt' he snapped a knife open, drawing it down along her neck.

"Oh my pretty girl. My pretty toy. My pretty little cum bucket. Do you want to please me? Do you want me to hurt you? To make you beg? To fuck you so hard it hurts?" The knife trailed along her throat, her clavicles, her chest, tracing bloody calligraphy around her nipples, before finally coming to rest, tip first, over her heart.

"Pretty girl" the man whispered against her parted lips, breathlessly into her hot moist mouth "beg me to hurt you."

With a gentle gasp Kate moved forward against him, the knife tip piercing her skin, the hot trickle of blood running over his hands, making his grip slick and dangerous.

"Please", she moaned, writhing her body against him "please hurt me. Please use me. Please fuck me."

He chuckled darkly, twisting the knife deeper into her flesh, enjoying the feel of her sliding her thighs together, the wet juices of her aroused pussy soaking into his pants where she ground against him. Her moans like candy against his mouth.

"Before you were my slut you'd never call my name while we fucked. Now that you're nothing but my pretty little play thing you'll beg me for it, using my name like the little whore you are. Go on, beg me like a good girl." He slid the knife a little deeper, whispering against her mouth as he felt it grate against the bone "beg me".

"Please, Bill, harder"

He slid the knife home.

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Thoughts? Comments? BBQ tips? Bring it on!

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Also - any similarities to people, living or dead, are purely coincidence.

Or are they?

Cheers,
Bill

AI Art - Guidelines & Samples of Sexy Babes & Meatgirls!

If you haven't seen AI-generated art then, well, nice to meet you Mr. Van Winkle.

It has been popping up all over the place with some truly AMAZING things coming from it. Fingers notwithstanding. While I haven't started working with it myself, a member in my Discord channel has gone absolutely hog-wild with creating some utterly gorgeous fantasy babes. Check these out:

So, of course, I took a few and slapped words on them. I shared them with the creator who eagerly consented to me sharing them and asked to not be credited. Here are a few to check out:

Want to see more? The art creator is posting more to my Discord and I'm doing up more text as well. Swing by and see what's new!

The creator behind these AI images also wanted to share the tools & techniques he uses to make these images. If you haven't tried creating AI images, this tutorial should get you going:

1. Download and run this: https://github.com/AUTOMATIC1111/stable-diffusion-webui
2. Download this model and put it into the models/stablediffusion folder
   https://civitai.com/models/16592/realbiter
3. Download this:
   https://huggingface.co/stabilityai/sd-vae-ft-mse-original/blob/main/vae-ft-mse-840000-ema-pruned.ckpt
   Put it into the same folder in models/stabeldiffusion and rename it to the name of the other downloaded model + vae.pt
4. Load the webui, open in your browser.
5. Go to txt2img
6. Input text is:
1. modelshoot style, (extremely detailed CG unity 8k wallpaper), full shot body photo of the most beautiful artwork in the world, beautiful young woman,
   nsfw,(realistic:1.5),, photorealistic, octane render,(hyperrealistic:1.2),, full body, (photorealistic face:1.2),(busty:1.4),nipples,best quality, ((trapped)), (( musulcar tied up naked {women|woman}  in a cauldron  above a fire,))  , (((woman attacked by  {demons|monsters|men|animals}))), demons in the background, legs spread, showing pussy, ((weapons)), ((hell))
   ((monsters)), inquisition, demons, torture, ((devil,)) fire, pit, elf, brave, eager, wet pussy, horny,  ((used as bait)) ((bait)), pit, ((trap)), elf, ,,dynamic pose,smile,parted lips,looking at viewer,sharp focus,(8k), (4k),  (Masterpiece), (Best Quality), extremely detailed, intricate, hyper detailed, (perfect face), exhausted, ((sweating)), tired, , ,  legs spread
    illustration,  ,, {blonde|redhead},
7. Change sampling method from euler to something like keras2m+
8. Activate the button for "use higher resolution fix"
9. That's it. It should generate one of these images every 7 seconds as long as you have a gpu with 8gb+ vram.
   

If that works for you, and it should very easily, the pop into my Discord and show off your creations!

Bang-Bang Club - Stiptease Music Video Dances & Stripper-Shooting!

Strippers are hot, right?

Well, a little while go I stumbled across a 3d animator's PornHub channel packed with videos of drop-dead gorgeous 3d babes absolutely working it on-stage and stripping to the tune of some amazing music.

This 3DHGames guy has been using 3d models of K/DA, DOA, LoL, Final Fantasy, and other characters. He's combining them with music from amazing bands like Everglow and BlackPink, and doing AMAZINGLY SEXY animations & videos to bring them all to life for sexy stripping music videos.

Like these.

Chung Ha - Snapping - Striptease

Everglow - Adios - Striptease

Stayc - So Bad - Striptease

Of course, as I watched his works and joined his Patreon, I started thinking of twisted ways to interpret these sexy dance shows. Which, after percolating in m'dome for some time, has emerged as a concept for a new story setting I call the 'Bang Bang Club'.

What's it all about? Well, other than 12 pages long?

Here's the 'Intro' chapter that sets the whole place up.

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 "Welcome to the Bang-Bang Club!"

Sammi started as the extremely perky, and full-chested, redhead at coat check blurted a greeting at her.

"Ha-ha! Music a bit loud?" The redhead grinned. "Or, do the titties have your eyes?" She asked, gesturing through the dimly lit, and fairly large, club to the main stage packed with gorgeous dancing girls.

As Sammi's eyes adjusted, she realized that not only were the babes doing a great job of dancing to the rhythm of the club's pumping music, but all four of the girls were topless. Impressively so.

"Oh! Ohhh... wow." Sammi breathed.

"Cheryl, Aimee, Susan, and Shelly with a single 'e'. Aren't they babes?" The coat-check babe grinned. "Want to hand over your jacket and get in there to enjoy the show?"

"N-no, I, uh, came about getting a job." Sammi stammered, slipping out of her jacket to reveal her trim physique and ample bust in nothing but a straining sports bra.

"Oooh!"

Sammi blushed awkardly as the coat check ginger ogled her ample & nearly-bare chest.

*CRACK!*

A gunshot rang out and Sammi's eyes bulged as one of the girls gyrating on the stage, a full-chested brunette, jerked. Mid-dance, a shot from the audience punched through the babe's ripe left breast and decorated the stage with a burst of her blood.

Staring, Sammi saw the gorgeous dancer clutch her full breast as blood pumped from the bullet-hole. To her surprise, the shot beauty continued to gyrate sexily to the music even as she slowly crumpled to the stage and sprawled across it. Tits thrusting skyward the shot babe shuddered briefly before going still. A sudden flurry of black-clad stage-hands hauled her body off-stage as she was replaced by another, similarly-styled, dancing babe.

All of this happened without the other dancing girls breaking from their sexy gyrations as they continued to show off their gorgeous, nearly-naked, bodies to the same crowd that had just gunned-down their compatriot.

"Oh wow..."

"Well, this place IS the Bang-Bang Club after all." The coat-check babe remarked. "Now, where were we?"

"Um... I was, um, how do I?..."

"Apply?"

"Yeah." Sammi nodded.

"Fill this out." The ginger said, leaning over the counter and sliding a sheet of paper and a pen at her.

"Sure thing," Sammi nodded, scrawling in basic personal details, "and then?..." She asked, sliding the filled-out form back and pausing to get an eyefull of the ginger's full bust.

"And then you're hired!" The coat check babe declared, slipping the form into a folder.

"Wait, what? Just like that?!? No interview or anything?"

"Oh, right, um... shake it for me." The ginger directed, wiggling a finger at the center of the small space.

"Er... Just... anything?"

"No. Do the chicken dance." The ginger replied, straight-faced for a second then guffawing. "Oh gawds girl, just move with the music to show me you can wiggle. Don't make this hard or I'll have to point & laugh, ok?"

Gulping nervously, Sammi nodded. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and focused on the music. Starting with her feet she began to wiggle, wriggle and bop until, at a musical swell, she threw it back, punched the air, and began gyrating for reals with some serious dance moves.

Feeling the nerves fade as she let the music course through and guide her, Sammi ground her hips, moved her legs gracefully, and set her big pair to jiggling and bouncing enticingly as she showed the coat check ginger her moves.

Biting her lip as she got into it Sammi smiled and opened her eyes to see what the ginger thought, then stumbled awkwardly as she realized there were a half-dozen sets of eyes watching her gyrate.

"...told you this club was the shit." A slim blonde whispered to the taller latina babe she had her arm around.

"Ain't it though?" The coat check ginger blurted cheerfully. "Don't mind her, she's applying to join the dance team. Whaddya think, does she get the gig?"

"Give it to her." The latina babe nodded, voice deep & confident.

"Done. You're hired babe. Twice even." The coat check ginger smirked.

"Uhhh..."

"Tina! Get this new girl backstage then get her on-stage. She works here now and I'd love to see her strut her stuff!"

Sammi's cheeks did their best impression of the ginger's crimson curls, then a hand grabbed her by the arm. Her eyes followed the tanned arm to the owner - a smokingly fit blonde with a firm bust and a sassy smirk wrapped in a skimpy silver dance outfit.

"Y'all the new girl?" The toned Tina drawled with a rich southern twang.

Sammi nodded.

"C'mon then, let's get y'all backstage and," Tina's eyes crawled up & down Sammi's body, "dressed-up all sexy like." She winked, tugging on Sammi's arm.

"O-ok." Sammi nodded, following Tina's lead as she was pulled through the dimly-lit club. The place was a blur of tables, smiling patrons, and sexy serving babes all clustered around a large, well-lit, dance stage that curved out into the sea of seating with a rim of lights illuminating the nearly-naked dancing girls eagerly gyrating to the club's thumping beat.

***

Then Sammi was backstage, blinking as the club music was replaced by a buzz of laughter and half-shouted conversations from the gaggle of dancing beauties busily dressing, undressing, and touching-up make-up.

"GALS!" Tina barked, drawing all eyes. "New hire here, name of... aw damnit. What's your name?"

"S-Sammi?" Sammi blurted, staring around the room at all the stunning beauties that were packed into the busy space and wearing barely enough clothing for half their number.

"She's a... Medium." Declared a pale raven-haired girl as she plucked a fry from a small tray.

"I buy it. Hi Sammi!" Waved a slim dark-skinned beauty with a ripe pair as she squeezed a ketchup packet across the fries.

"I'm, um, what?" Sammi asked, glancing down at her mostly-bare figure self-consciously.

"Medium. Probly." Tina drawled. "We have Slim," she gestured at several very slender girls, "Medium," the majority of the dancing babes, "and Busty," a healthy number of full-hipped and very-large-breasted beauties, "categories for us dancers." Tina explained. "That way we organize dances by how many girls of each category."

"Oh, ok." Sammi nodded.

"Makes it easy to replace us when we get gunned-down." Smirked a full-chested latina beauty in a tight silver top. One similar to what one of the girls currently on-stage was wearing Sammi realized.

"Er..." Sammi blinked at the dancer babe's casual tone. "I, um, was wondering about how that was... handled?"

"As well as Jocelyn," a slim asian dancing girl jerked a thumb at a frazzled-looking brunette babe with freckles scattered across her pretty face and large breasts, "can manage."

"Which ain't great." Tina drawled conspiratorily.

*CRACK*

A gunshot rang out and Sammi followed all eyes to a monitor near the frazzled Jocelyn.

"Um, that was... Aimee." Jocelyn called out uncertainly.

"She was Medium, right boss?" Asked a toned dark-skinned babe with firm breasts as she stood, poised, by the stairs leading to the stage.

"Er..."

"Y'all's got it," Tina hollered, "now, tits-out and git on-stage girl!"

The dark-skinned girl grinned, eagerly peeling off her top to bare her firm breasts before dashing up the stairs amidst a flurry of black-clad stage-hand babes.

"Thanks Tina." Jocelyn muttered as she stepped-up with a clipboard in-hand.

"We got ya girl." Tina nodded, punching Jocelyn in the shoulder.

"I appreciate it, but gads... I'd rather be on stage showing off my tits than filling out forms." Jocelyn grumbled. Then she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "So, you're the new," she paused and eyeballed Sammi, "Medium?"

"Um, yeah! That seems the case." Sammi nodded, acutely aware of her sexy curves and full breasts as she was appraised.

"You look great! And, word from coat-check is your moves are on-point." Jocelyn remarked with a smile. "So, how do you feel about strutting your stuff on stage knowing that as soon as your tits and cunt are bare, they can get plugged?"

"Wow, yeah, I mean that's the crazy part isn't it?" Sammi replied, feeling a bit uncertain. "I mean... plugged?"

"Mmhmm, right into your ripe pair, or through your juicy cooch as you parade yourself around and do your best to show yourself off as nothing but a pretty target that anybody in the audience can kill like your life is nothi..." Jocelyn paused, seeming to realize that her voice had sunk low with lust and one hand had drifted to her pussy as she started to gyrate in tune with the beat of the music. "Umm..."

"Oh wow, you... actually enjoy being a target?" Sammi asked, eyes wide.

"Hell YEAH!" Barked a toned & chesty ginger from the back.

"Isn't that why you applied?" Asked a slender olive-skinned beauty with dark, cascading, curls.

"Ah get my 'Special Feels' on when I'm up on stage and I whip off my top to show off my puppies."

"Like the bullet-magnets they are!" Chimed-in a huge-breasted goth beauty who eagerly thrust her pale globes into the conversation to show off the target tattoo on the upper-curve of her left breast.

"What, no love for catching a slug with your cooch?" Cooed a heavily-pierced pixie as she eagerly thrust her crotch out.

Sammi gulped, disbelievingly, as a chorus of similar enthusiasm for hot lead echoed around the room full of gorgeous dancing girls.

A sudden, soft, tone rang out and set everybody into a flurry of action.

"Song's over," Tina explained, "us fillies have a few to get ready for the next dance. Right Joce?"

"Oh! Um, y-yeah. That's it." The frazzled Jocelyn nodded, clutching her clipboard to her stiff-nipples and absently rubbing against it.

With that the four flush-faced babes who had been dancing on-stage spilled down the stairs and into the room with a buzz of energy and enthusiasm.

"Did you see Cheryl take that slug? Fuck it was hot!" Gushed

"Wish I'd been on stage longer, a pair of blondes at Table #4 were totally ogling my pair." Bemoaned the flush-faced dark-skinned beauty as she caressed her stiff-nippled pair.

"Awww... titties all worked-up and craving a piercing?" Cooed the busty latina babe. "C'mere, I'll get your next outfit sorted and maybe, just maybe, I'll slip a bit while I'm pinning it." She teased, brandishing a box of pins.

Sammi gaped as the dark-skinned girl eagerly dashed-over and presented herself, and her ripe breasts, to the pin-wielding babe.

"Mmm... Are you the new girl?" Purred a tall blonde with tight curls and lush lips as she stepped up and loomed over Sammi.

"Y-yeah. Sammi." Gaped Sammi as she stared up and struggled to drag her eyes from the blonde's thick nipples to meet her gaze.

"A pleasure." The towering blonde smiled, leaning down to thrust her full breasts into Sammi's face, nipples-first. "Help yourself. I had a delicious time showing them off on stage, but nobody treated them to any hot lead so they're all worked-up and so very, very sensitive."

"Oh, uh, wow." Sammi breathed, reaching up to cup the blonde's large breasts and tease her erect nipples with her thumbs. "Th-they're amazing."

"Mmm... aren't they?" The blonde purred, writhing sensually as her nipples were played with. "But not enough to earn a bullet. Well, with some luck, next time?"

"Well, um, yeah. Maybe?" Sammi replied uncertainly.

"Ok, new girl? You ready to join the next dance? Here's the routine, you'd be Medium #3." Jocelyn butted-in, shoving a sheaf of choreography papers into Sammi's face.

"Ah! Oh, uhhh... yeah, this is simple stuff. I could get ready in... when does the dance start?"

"Two minutes. Carrie will get you into costume." Jocelyn directed, pointing towards the huge-breasted goth who waved from by a rack of costumes.

Nodding, Sammi scampered over and flipped through the papers.

"I mostly get the dance," Sammi muttered as she was measured and handed a selection of skimpy silver items, "but what are these notations?"

"Those are when you get to take off your top and show off your luscious breasts for the audience to kiss with some delicious hot lead." The dark-lipped goth babe smiled, indicating a notation on the dance moves and peeling her top down to present her own dark nubs.

"O-oh! Ok, then these are... Cooch time?"

"Mmm... absolutely, yes." Carrie nodded, writhing her hips salaciously. "Can you imagine the freedom of unveiling your delicate treasure and presenting it knowing that, at any second, you could drive someone in the audience so mad with lust that they pay to violate you with a deadly sliver of hot lead?"

"Er... I guess?" Sammi replied uncertainly.

"Well, lucky you will get to live it. You delicious treat." Carrie smiled. "Go on, slip it on. The quick-release snaps are here and here for when you get to strip it off."

Sammi nodded and glanced around for a change area before catching Carrie's raised eyebrow and hurry-up foot-tap. Sighing she stripped naked and swiftly put on the shockingly well-fitting silver dance outfit.

"Perfect. Now get moving." Carrie smiled, motioning Sammi to the gaggle of dancing babes waiting for her at the steps to the stage.

Gulping, Sammi dashed over and joined them for her first dance number at the Bang-Bang Club.

***

With a blare of club beats, Sammi joined the flurry of five dancing girls as they rushed up onto the stage and into position for their performance.

Taking a spot in the front row of three, Sammi took a deep breath to ready herself to dance for an audience she could barely make out over the stage lights that illuminated her nearly-naked body. Glancing to her left she smiled at Tina and got a wink in return.

Then the dance started and Sammi focused on rocking and writhing her toned & gorgeous self through the arrangement of stripper-esque moves that had her ass grinding and full breasts pumping for the eyes of the audience.

As she worked her moves, Sammi spotted the busty latina beauty in the back row and took a moment to enjoy the sensual gyration of the gorgeous babe and her sumptuous chest. Then she gasped as she realized the latina babe had noticed her gaze. To her shock, the babe laughed and thrust her chest out even more brazenly for the audience of one.

Blushing and averting her gaze, Sammi thrust her own breasts out for the audience then gasped again as she realized Jocelyn was dancing on her right.

"Jocelyn? Aren't you organizing things?"

"Shush! I need this." Jocelyn hissed back at her.

Then the beat dropped and Sammi recognized the dance number key for her to bare her breasts. Taking a deep breath she steadied herself as she planted her legs wide, shook her ass at the audience, and peeled her top off. Baring her breasts she rolled through a spin and came up shoving her bare breasts and tingling nipples at the audience. Mouth dry, she licked her lips as she realized that her bare breasts meant anybody in the audience could buy a single-shot pistol from any of the wait staff and, with that pistol, but a lethal bullet into the ripe globe of her bare breast.

"Oh YESSS..." Came a lusty moan from beside her and Sammi glanced over to see Jocelyn's blissful expression as she peeled her own top off and presented her full breasts and erect brown nipples to the audience. "Yess... Here they are, my babies. Dn't you want to put a bullet in them? Go on do it."

Sammi blinked uncertainly, almost stumbling in her wildly erotic dance moves as Jocelyn's enthusiasm for presenting her ripe chest caught her off-guard.

"Um, Tina? Jocelyn..." She hissed at the southern blonde.

"Has a nice pair, don't she?" Tina drawled back, smirking and giving Jocelyn's borderline-Busty rack an ogle even as she presented her own pair as shootable-targets.

*CRACK!*

Sammi started, eyes huge, as she felt it.

The bullet rippled through the air, wafting her hair as it tore past her and into the large breasts of the grinning latina beauty behind her.

"Ungh!" The latina babe grunted, biting her lip and rocking back as the deadly slug punched into her firm left breast, just above the nipple, and tore out her back - leaving her pumping blood wildly as she dropped to one knee.

To Sammi's shock the shot beauty slammed a hand to her pussy and worked it, hard, keeping her breasts thrust out to let the audience watch her pump blood for several long seconds before she toppled over and lay still.

Then a flurry of action hit the stage as black-clad stage hand babes quickly dragged the body away while a fresh dancing girl jumped onto the stage.

"Round two, will I get lucky this time?" The dark-skinned girl grinned as she took up the dance for the now-dead latina babe with her firm breasts bare and ready for a bullet.

"Move filly! Y'alls starin' at headlights!" Tina hissed.

Shaking her head, Sammi resumed dancing and gyrating - acutely aware that her own breasts were boldly on display and ready to take a slug. It was, she realized, exciting and terrifying to be naked and vulnerable like this - at the mercy of an audience of total strangers who could gun her down for... she didn't even know how much it cost for one of them to kill her, which sent a lighting strike up her spine from her pussy to her brain.

Gulping, she glanced over at Tina as the toned gal flexed, writhed, and rocked on stage to flaunt her own big breasts.

Then the beat dropped again and the dance hit the second key notation.

Taking a calming breath, Sammi felt a surge of... excitement? Then her fingers plucked the clasp free and she tossed her scant silver booty-shorts aside to bare her bald, and gently glistening, cunt for the eyes and predations of the audience.

Biting her lip as she felt the intoxicating thrill hit her, she realized that her rush was nothing compared to... she glanced at Jocelyn

"Yes! Oh yes! More, do mine!" The busty Jocelyn half-begged in a lusty whisper, cupping her big breasts as though offering them up to the audience as she prepsented herself both boldly and lewdly with an enthusiasm that practically radiated off her gorgeous form and full bust.

*CRACK!*

"AUGH! YESSS!!!" Jocelyn roared, hips bucking as a hot slug punched into the great globe of her right breast - splitting her nipple and tearing through the firm flesh before blowing through her trembling vitals.

Sammi stared as Jocelyn dropped to her knees, one hand furiously grabbing her sopping cunt as her other gripped and dug a finger into her wounded breast.

"NNNGH! C-C-CCUMMMIIING!!!" Jocelyn roared through gritted teeth as her lifeblood, and other fluids, pumped onto the stage beneath her in great shuddering gouts.

Rocking her hips and feeling her bare breasts & pussy tremble in adjacent horror and delicious anticipation, Sammi bit her lip and focused her gaze on Jocelyn's shuddering form as the busty babe rolled through one, two, and possibly a third massive orgasm before finally toppling over onto the stage.

Seconds later Jocelyn's body had been hauled-off and she was replaced by a smiling ginger. The fresh babe's sumptuous bust and bare pussy quickly joined the writhing dance moves to be presented as nothing but sexy treats that could be freely gunned-down by the whooping and cheering audience.

Sammi continued dancing, showing herself, body bare and vulnerable, quivering in a mix of terror and lusty anticipation through every beat of the pumping song.

Minutes that felt like years later, the beat dropped again and a half-stunned Sammi found Tina grabbing her arm again. To haul her off stage this time.

***

"Ohhh... oh wow." Sammi breathed, feeling herself deflate as she stumbled down the stairs and leaned against a handy post.

"Y'all did good new gal." Tina grinned. "But, next time, remember when to leave the stage so's I don't have to wrangle your ass." She chuckled, playfully smacking Sammi on the ass.

"Two of us in each of the last two songs? Oooh... The audience is deliciously murderous tonight." Purred the huge-breasted Carrie. "Can I present myself for their pleasure in the next dance?" She cooed, caressing her huge breasts and undulating her lean figure.

Several sets of eyes flicked to the empty seat by the monitor and there was an awkward silence.

"Ummm..." The chesty dark-skinned babe muttered, glancing up from where a slender Japanese girl had taken up the latina babe's box of pins and was slowly driving them into her throbbing nipples.

"What's the next song, this?" Sammi asked, thrusting a finger at a scrawl on Jocelyn's clipboard.

"Look like." Tina nodded amidst some generally-positive mutterings in the room.

"So, it needs... Outfit 293? And... It has a slot for a Busty Carrie."

"Excellent, I hope I'm an irresistable target."

"Plus two Medium, and a Slim."

"Whoo! Dibs!" The slim Japanese girl with the pins hollered.

"Ok, then you and Carrie can be in charge of getting the outfits for everybody." Sammi nodded.

With that, the room exploded into a flurry of moderately-coordinated movement as the bevy of gorgeous dancing girls got moving.

As they did, Sammi glanced at the screen of Jocelyn's computer. She rolled her eyes as she plucked a yellow sticky note with what looked like a password scrawled on it, and settled into the chair to begin poking at the system.

"Ahem." Tina coughed and Sammi looked up to see the toned southern babe leaning on nearby the wall and grinning wryly as she looked down at her.

"Y'all seem to have a knack for this."

"Well, I did come here to interview for the manager position." Sammi replied with a grin.

"Tarnartion! Y'did?" Tina blurted, pausing for a second then bursting into laughter. "Then... what the blazes were you doing with your tits on stage with the rest of us?"

"Can any manager really be worth beans if they aren't able to get into the trenches and do what they're asking their staff to do?"

"Even if it'd get y'all killed?"

"I try to take my job seriously. Plus, aren't you girls stepping up to get killed all the time?"

"Well, yeah, but we's all here because we get the hots for showing ourselves off and trying to earn ourselves some hot lead! Plus, most nights more'n one or two of us getting shot is wild."

"And, now that I've done it, I... kinda get it." Sammi smiled. "Now, how about you go get yourself dressed-up for the next number so you can show off those tits of yours and see about getting them filled with hot lead."

"Y'all's just gonna order me onto the stage to try'n get killed?" Tina blurted, staring at Sammi.

"Yup."

"Dayum! ...I like it. I'll be a heifer for you boss, just give the word." And, with a wink, Tina turned to get herself dressed-up.

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What do you think? I have a whole text file full of micro-scenes set in this club but I haven't been posting any of them until I got this introduction done & posted. Which, if you know me, is the hardest part for me.

But, I got it done so here we go.

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His videos are watchable on PornHub, but you can get them in 4k from the Patreon, plus phone-format, and it's amazing.

Tit-Chopping - Debreasting Fan Girl Loses her Boobs

Some time ago I got an interesting DM to my Discord. Allow me to paraphrase:

Person: "Are you Bill? The writer? With all those gory tit stories?"

Me: "Yeah, that's me. Are you here to press charges or something?"

Person: "OMG! I've been reading your stories since high school. I love them!"

Me: *gulp* "Um, high school?..."

Person: "I'm in my 20s now, this is legal. Can I send you a photo of my tits?"

Which, to my delight, she did. And, legal concerns addressed, we had some entertaining chats about a range of perverse things. Which ended up with me writing a story about her and her rather ample bust getting into some trouble.

Which, to your soon-to-be-delight, she agreed to have me share.

Now, here's the story. Which, I will mention is unusual for my writing because it's an attempt at first-person perspective. Feel free to chime in with feedback on how well it worked-out.

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"Jen! Jen babe! You and your tiddies!"

Blushing as a brazen voice cuts across the bustle and hubbub of the Bellagio floor, you feel your face go crimson and your service-smile falter as you twitch. The fancy drink you're placing in front of the well-dressed blonde sloshes, spilling slightly, and you gasp in dismay - eyes bolting to the assuredly-furious customer.

...only to find her staring into your decidedly-ample cleavage.

"Um..." The well-dressed blonde at the table remarks, her gaze flicking up from your breasts to your face with a splash of red blossoming in her cheeks as well.

"I-it's no problem ma'am," you half-stammer, sliding her drink towards her and keeping your breasts presented as you hope she doesn't notice you wiping up the spill, "all part of the Vegas experience."

"Did you just spill my drink?" She purrs, your heart sinking as you feel her slide a cool finger along the back of your hand and collect a swipe of her pricey drink.

"Uhhh..." You mutter, not wanting to get in trouble.

"Bring me a little move of that 'Vegas experience' and I'm sure it won't be a problem." She purrs curling a finger at you and giving your cleavage a predatory smile.

Blushing fit to burst you oblige her and lean your chest forward, giving a faint gasp as she slips her moist finger between your breasts and follows it with her tongue.

Your jaw drops and your nipples stiffen as the prim blonde lady buries her face in your cleavage. As her tongue explores your smooth-skinned breasts she cups one of your full globes through your black coctail-server dress and digs a thumbnail into your now-tingling nipple.

Biting a knuckle to keep silent, you glance around in panic and spot your bootylicious black roomie, arms crossed and giving you 'that' look, barely 10 feet away.

"Mmm... I love the service here." The blonde lady purrs, giving your breast a final squeeze before releasing you. "Thank you for the drink," she coos, slipping a nice tip into your cleavage, "I'll be sure to ask for you if I want anything else."

"Oh, uh, um, my pleasure ma'am." You stammer, panicked gaze flicking from the blonde to your dark-skinned roomie.

As the blonde turns back to her company at the table you scramble away with as much dignity as you can muster, giving a sigh of relief as you do.

"Your pleasure? Ha! From the look of your nips it literally was." Your slim roomie chortles, staring at your stiff nipples as they poke at your low-cut top.

"Oh my GOD girl, can you not?" You hiss, grabbing her by one toned arm and pulling her along as you head to go clock out for the evening.

"With my tiny tiddies, I cannot." She teases. "With a pair like yours though, I could absolutely see enjoying some flaunting and titty-play."

Still blushing you can't help but self-consciously feel your full breasts jiggle every step of the way through the busy casino. Are all eyes on your boobs? Maybe only in your head, but... maybe?


***


Purse in-hand, you exit the gorgeous Bellagio casino with your waiting roomie and hit the Vegas Strip.

"Ready to have some fun girl?" Naomi grins, nudging you with her elbow.

"Always! Just, maybe not so loudly at my work?" You reply.

"Ha-ha!" Naomi laughs loudly at your discomfort. "Chill babe, those big tiddies of yours will bail you out of anything you get up to."

You pause, awkwardly, then the both of you burst out laughing as you continue down the strip.

"Ok, ok, so what's up with you coming by my work?" You ask.

"Tix!" Naomi declares with a grin. "Free ones, to that crazy convention that's just hit town!"

"Wait, that... sex one?"

"Bet your big tiddies baby, and you know those ripe puppies are going to get you ALL the attention. So I'm dragging you along so my thicc ass and I can sponge off of you." Naomi laughs, giving her ample ass a resounding smack as she leads you down the strip.

Blushing, you feel self-conscious about your large breasts even as you reflexively thrust the full globes out.

"That's the ticket girl!" Naomi laughs, pulling you close and playfully swatting at your cleavage as it bulges deliciously from your snug, low-cut, top.

"Jeesuz Naomi, I'm more than just a set of tits." You protest gamely, leaving both you and Naomi pausing for a moment before simultaneously bursting into laughter.

"Oh girl, oh damn, so good!"

"Right?" You giggle. "Ok, ok, go for it." You grin, clasping your hands behind your back and shoving your boobs out.

Naomi licks her lips and grabs your boobs. They tingle deliciously as she gives them a firm squeeze and pulls you in - planting a fresh peck on your cheek.

"Uhh..." You mutter, nipples stiff as you blush again.

"Come on girl," Naomi urges, wrapping her arm through yours and leading you on, "let's get ourselves to this fancy shindig and have some fun!"

With that, you and your roomie gaily traipse down the Vegas Strip, laughing, joking, and teasing both each other and passers-by as you head towards the convention centre hosting your destination - the outrageous Hard Core Sex Show.


***


The noise overwhelms you as you arrive at the infamous event. Music pumps out of speakers mounted either side of the wide archway leading from the busy street into the convention proper.

Sexy guys & girls strutted and posed, staff obviously, at the entrance - waving people towards the event and wrangling the lines of people buying tickets.

Naomi's hand crushes yours and she pulls you forward as you stare, agog, at the crowd.

Flesh presses against you as you're pulled through the crowd of people.

..A rough hand grips your ass as a toothy grin flashes at you.

..Two slim brunettes coo eagerly and dance their fingers across your bulging breasts.

..A short dark-skinned girl giggles as she tucks a rolled-up paper into your cleavage.

..Brushing against a tall blonde you feel her stiff nipples scrape metal across your side as she smirks at your startled expression.

And then you're at the entrance.

"Let us in bitchcakes!" Naomi blurts. slamming the tickets onto the counter in front of a suit-jacketed Japanese girl with dark shades.

The girl examines the tickets for a second, aims a scanner at the barcodes, and nods as it returns two affirmative beeps.

You're handed a lanyard, stamped on the back of the wrist, and given a goodie bag as you're ushered through the entrance and into the more-chill convention.

Blinking away the rock-show of the entrance you're startled by a smiling, buxom, blonde with glittering make-up and... oh damn! And long, slim, skewers in her very nice breasts.

"Want one?" She chirps, brandishing a fresh 6" skewer by the metal loop at its base. "They're an intense experience for you and a lover to share, or for you to let just anyone inflict on you - whatever your kink!"

"Uhhh..."

"Totally free! And, if you want one, you can have a second to stick in my titties. Free!" Grinning at you manically, she shows off an impressive collection of pearly whites as well as a ripe pair of tanned breasts, spotted with blood and already sporting several skewers, tucked into a green bikini top.

"Oh! Um, er..."

"Go on girl, do it!" Naomi urges, bumping her hip into yours.

"Uh, yeah! Do it!" You blurt, butterflies taking flight in your belly as you lean your chest, and your impressive breasts, toward the buxom blonde.

"YASSS!!!" The blonde cries, slapping your left tit hard enough to make your eyes water.

"Owww! The fu-"

"Trust me, I'm doing you and your big tits a favour." The blonde snarls, twisting your nipple and leaning in to take a big bite of your firm globe.

As you writhe and start to flail, you feel Naomi's hands on your wrists - her firm grip pulling your arms back and leaving you with your prized breasts in the hands of the blonde and her razor-sharp needles.

You groan in pain as the blonde bites into your tit, your breast thrusting out helplessly as her teeth clamp down, hard, and pain throbs through your great, juicy, breast.

"That's it girl, let her do it to you and your big titties..." Naomi whispers in your ear as she pins your arms back.

"GNnn! Ow, fuck! This hurrrts..." You moan, even as your juicy panties and rock-hard nipples betray you.

"Shush, you love it." Naomi chuckles. "Main event girl, stick those titties out for the crowd."

You swallow a nervous lump down to join the butterflies in your stomach and glance down. The needle in the blonde's hand, glinting tip pressed to the side of your aching left tit, sends the lump rocketing back up into your throat and it's all you can do to gasp in panicked protest as she thrusts.

You feel...

...the sharp pinch of the needle piercing your skin.

...the burning pain as the needle thrusts into your tender breast.

...Naomi's hands holding you as your body surges.

...your nipples, rock-hard and throbbing with need.

...the needle, piercing you and leaving a line of burning pain.

...your throat, straining as you cry out.

...a pinch, again, as the needle pierces through your full breast.

...the world, going white at the edges as you drag your gaze down to your breast.

*SMACK!*

You reel from a sudden blow to the face that strips the haze from your vision and leaves you staring at a crisp, clear, view of the red carpeted floor. You stumble, ready to fall, but Naomi's grip keeps you steady.

Righting yourself you blink at the smirking blonde beauty, then glance down at the throbbing pain in your right breast and gasp at the gleaming skewer thrusting through your firm breast.

"Unhhh..."

"That was hot." The blonde states. Then she brandishes another of the razor-tipped skewers. "Ready for another?" She purrs.

"Um, er, w-wai-"

"Because," she continues, shoving her own breasts forward and tugging her green bikini open to bare them, "I believe the deal was one for you and one for me."

You swallow, gaping at her breasts, and barely feel the skewer being pressed into your grip.

"You got this girl?" Naomi asks, giving you a nudge.

"I, um, er."

"Let me give you a hand."

Naomi's hand wraps around yours, guiding you to press the tip of the skewer to the curve of the blonde's left breast.

The blonde groans sexily, clenching her fists at her sides and blowing you a kiss as you ready to skewer her breast.

You bring your other hand up to cup her globe and, with a push from Naomi, thrust the tip of the skewer into the beauty's firm tit.

She gasps and your breast throbs deliciously around the skewer in your flesh as you slowly drive the metal toy through her breast.

"Oh babe... you good at this!" Naomi blurts.

You grin, locking eyes with the blonde and giving her your own smirk as you drive the skewer through her breast and, with a drop of blood, out the far side.

"OhhHHhhh..." The busty blonde shudders, twitching as she unclenches her fists to stare down at the metal shaft you impaled through her boob.

"What do you thi-"

The blonde rushes you, grabbing your face and mashing her lips to yours. Your eyes bulge and you taste her as she hungrily forces her tongue into your mouth and down your throat.

You flail momentarily, then grab her ass and, with a playful snarl, bite down on her thrusting tongue. She lurches in surprise then melts into you - grinding her tits into your full pair and putting on a sexy show for a cheering audience as you return her sudden advances.

Blushing at the audience you break off from the blonde and awkwardly stumble backwards. To your relief the blonde gives a wild whoop and strides forward confidently with her fists in the air and her breasts thrust out. She glances over her shoulder at you and blows you a kiss, then draws more of the metal skewers and turns back to the audience to continue her sales pitch.

"Oh wow Jen, that was a serious rockstar moment." Naomi blurts as she steps up to join you. "I never thought you, um..."

"Had it in me?" You ask, hissing in pain as you pull the skewer out of your throbbing tit.

"Yeah! I always figured you mostly had big, hard, dicks in you." Naomi grins.

"Hey!"

"What? Gonna deny you're a slut?"

Your blush says it all and Naomi laughs, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you deeper into the convention.


***


"It's time for the PAIN BOX CHALLENGE!!" Howls the fit brunette presenter as she parades her bikini-clad figure around on stage while the eager audience whoops and whistles.

"What the heck?" You blurt as you eye what looks like adjustable mic-stands with glass-front metal boxes, looking like a bastardized gaming console, mounted on them.

"Yeah, yeah - this is a regular thing here. They get big-titty babes to stick their boobs in those torture boxes and the first to beg for mercy loses." Naomi explained. "Winner gets to keep the box!" She added, loudly, so you could hear her over the noise of the crowd.

"Oooh, I like winning things." You mutter, stroking your large breasts and feeling them tingle as the crowd around you hoots and cheers.

As you eye the stage a girl nearby thrusts her hand up and the presenter waves her onto the stage amidst the crowd's cheers and jeers.

You watch the buxom, tanned, blonde clamber up onto the stage and sneer arrogantly at the audience - thrusting her chest out to show the outline of the metal loops through her prominent nipples.

Feeling a low growl coming on you glance at Naomi and get an encouraging nod.

"Me!" You holler, punching your hand up high. "I can take her out!" You boldly declare, waving to get the presenter's attention over the hubbub of the crowd.

A blur of noise and motion later you find yourself climbing onto the stage, hands clutching your body and some of them even helping you up rather than grabbing your tits & ass.

"Oooh! A two-pack of blondes!" The toned presenter babe enthuses as she ogles you.

"Of big-titted blondes!" You shout, boldly thrusting your oversized breasts out for the presenter and the hungry eyes of the cheering crowd. As their roars wash over you, you blush but keep your chest presented for them to ogle.

Next to you on the stage, the other blonde competitor snarls at you.

You stick your tongue out at her.

"GAME TIME!!!" The presenter roars, stepping between the two of you before a fistfight breaks out. "And this means it's time for the second-best part of the show, right folks?" The presenter calls out to the crowd, cocking a hand to their ear to catch the affirmative cries. "Ladies, TITS OUT!!!"

With that the sneering blonde grabs her tits and makes a show of twisting her nipples as she grips her shirt and slowly, deliciously, pulls it up & off of her breasts then off entirely - tossing it to the stage at her feet as she thrusts her firm pair at the cheering crowd.

Grumbling, you mentally steel yourself then rock your hips like you're weaving a tray of drinks through a crowded room. Hips swaying you gyrate and twist, eyes closed as you focus on the moves you're familiar with from work and from rocking along with music in the privacy of your home. Biting your lip you arch your back, rolling your spine to undulate smoothly and keep your lush pair thrust out for the audience as you stroke your hands down your figure, tucking your fingers into the underside of your shirt and slowly peeling it up to reveal luscious underboob.

Continuing to strip an electric thrill courses up your spine as you pull your shirt up past your nipples, baring your tingling nubs then ripping your shirt off with a flourish and opening your eyes.

Your face flushes as the cheers and catcalls of the crowd pierce your focus and wash over you. Three rows back in the crowd, Naomi stares in amazed disbelief then whoops and applauds wildly.

Grinning you bounce to make your boobs jiggle, then glance over at the scowling blonde to your left.

Before you have a chance to fluster, the presenter has you by the arm and you find your breasts lined-up with the waiting Pain Box. Gulping you step up and thrust your tingling pair into the ominous device. To your left the snarling blonde has done the same.

"-eady? You bet these babes are!" The presenter howls.

Then you howl.

The pain hits your tits like lightning, ripping through them like razor-sharp fingers of fire.

The audience roars and cheers as your ripe tits crackle with electricity as they're tortured for the delight of the audience.

Framed inside the glass-walled boxes, and video-streamed to the internet as well as a giant display screen, your tits are the stars of the show as you howl in pain for what feels like an hour.

Then the whole world slams to a halt.

You gasp, throat aching and world spinning, as your tender breasts tingle and throb.

"-ing? N? Then MORE!"

The pain returns.

Familiar.

All-consuming.

Comforting, save that it is, literally, pain.

It dances across your breasts and you howl as the audience whoops!

Another voice joins you in chorus and the pair of you scream for the audience, treating them to your tits, your agony, and your primal sounds.

Your tits.

The pain makes everything a blur.

A voice.

You growl and snap at fingers.

The crowd roars with laughter.

More pain.

Your tits.

Oh god, your tits!

That voice again.

And another, babbling, high-pitched with need.

Hands on you. The strap at your back shifting.

Your tits ache as they scrape out of the box - every stitch of your gorgeous pair aching but still beautiful.

Stumbling, you feel arms on you and your feet scramble to keep up as you lurch across the stage drunkenly and feeling every shift of your big, pulsating, breasts.

A voice. Your arm is held up.

Cheering. For you? You smile.

An arm in your back thrusts you upright and helps you shove your big, bare, chest out.

More cheering. A thing. It's in your hands.

Fumbling. Clutching.

Stairs.

Arms.

Naomi's smile!

You moan, leaning into a familiar presence as Naomi leads you towards a seat and plunks you down.

"Bra-VO! Ohmygod, you won it!" Naomi gushes.

You drunkenly look and are surprised at the box held in your arms.

"Here, let's put it down while you catch your breath." Naomi urges, gently peeling you off of the box and placing it on the table.

You sit. Breathing. Chest heaving. Feeling every motion of your full breasts as they throb hotly.

"Babe. That was SO HOT. You screamed like a wild woman! And your tits, oh my god! Everybody was raving about your babies as they got zapped by that crazy box!" She glances at the box on the table and bites her lip. "Maybe... try it on me later? See if my nips get as hard as yours?"

A drink is pressed into your hand. Guided to your lips. Cool. Iced. Burns!

You cough and sputter as what tastes like Scotch is poured down your throat to fill your belly with rosy heat.

"Mmm... that good girl? I've had a few and WHOO-DIGGITY am I warmed-up for some fun! There's some fucking happening next door and I'm gonna get me some. Come join me once you find your feet!"

With that, Naomi skips away and you're left with your tits out and a drink in your hand.

Maybe it's the heat in your belly talking, but that doesn't seem to bad. Glancing down you realize your drink has been refilled.


***


A scant few minutes, and a third strong Scotch, later your feet find you. Struggling to remember which direction Naomi headed, you remember what she said and listen.

Smirking as you hear the rhythmic slapping of meat-on-meat you head for it.

Stepping around a dividing wall you stop in your tracks, glass tumbling from your nerveless fingers.

In front of you there is fucking.

In front of you there is Naomi.

In front of you there is a guillotine. Gleaming steel, ominous and gleaming, spatters of blood already decorate the otherwise pristine machine.

A half-dozen guys are gathered 'round the deadly guillotine and one of their number is fucking the girl strapped into it. Face-down, head through the lunette, Naomi is busy getting fucked.

"Naomi? Naomi!" You gasp, rushing through the cluster of guys to your spankalicious roomie.

"Unh! Unh! UNNNhhh!!" Naomi grunts, gripping the guillotine frame white-knuckle-tight as her ample ass is pounded. Grunting as each thrust slams her into the sturdy metal frame, Naomi takes it like a boss and grins as you kneel down to her face level.

"N-naomi?" You stammer, staring in disbelief at your roommate strapped into the deadly guillotine while a random event attendee hammers their cock into her from behind and clutches the remote-trigger for the 'tine blade in one sweaty hand. "A-are you?..."

"Takin' it face-down and ass-up? Fuck yeah I am!" Naomi grunts back, voice bordering on a snarl as she clutches the guillotine frame and tenses as her sweaty body rocks through another roiling orgasm.

"But... He has the remote babe." You mutter, gazing from your friend's sweaty, cum-addled, face to the small device in the guy's hand. "You're going to die."

"NNnghhh-t-t-taaake it biiiitch!!!" The guy hammering at Naomi's ass howls out as his furious jackhammering drives him past the brink and into orgasm. As he slams his toned body into Naomi's hindquarters, burying his pulsing cock deep into her sopping slit, he holds the remote up high in one hand and thumbs the button.

*beep*

"Oh fuuuu... yeah, I totally am!" Naomi exclaims, a wild, excited, look in her eyes as she scrabbles at the guillotine.

*beep*

"Oh damn Naomi, you're going to die!" You blurt, eyes huge.

*beep*

"Then get in here and feed me your fucking tongue you bimbo!" Naomi howls.

Without a word you dive at her, grabbing her face and mashing your lips against hers.

She moans hungrily and kisses you back, tongue thrusting and forcing itself into your mouth as her musky flavour hits you.

Giving your own moan at the raw lust of the moment, you kiss and suck at your roommate's face with wild abandon. She matches your energy and her tongue dances, roughly, across your own and against your teeth as you make out.

Then she shudders.

Then her enthusiasm wanes.

Then her tongue slows and her lips go slowly limp against yours as you continue pushing and forcing yourself against her face.

Then you realize, slowly at first, that you're holding her severed head in your hands as you make out with it.

Looking up you see her curvy ass and toned body shuddering and twitching in the 'tine, the guy with his cock buried in her ass laughing and high-fiving his friends as she, as her body, spasms and convulses on his dick.

As you look up at the cluster of horny guys one of them shoves Naomi's body off the guillotine and motions for you, barely even looking at you, to get up onto the guillotine as he fishes his thick cock out of his pants.

Naomi's head heavy in your hands, your nipples tingle as you consider consigning yourself to it. To being a nameless fuck, and kill, for this random stranger. To letting yourself be ended. All to get this guy one forgettable orgasm.

Your pussy clenches, moist and yearning.

Before you're able to rise, a dark-haired, possibly Japanese, girl brushes past with an excited squeal. Almost before you can blink her slender figure is in position. Her head is under the blade. And, that random guy is plowing his cock into her.

A hand grabs Naomi's severed head from you and, clutching it by her dark hair, heaves it into a nearby trash bin that has a "DISPOSE OF HEADS HERE" sign over it.

You watch the bin shudder as Naomi's head settles into it and you gulp as you wonder how many other girls' heads are in it.

Standing up you have hands on your breasts, groping and squeezing, and you gasp in surprise.

"These'll do." Grunts a voice and you gasp as strong hands grab you and pin your arms behind your back.

"Wh-what?!?"

"Yer tits. They'll be good for a demo." A gruff voice explains as two burly guys drag you into the back of a nearby product booth.

Mouth open to protest, your eyes lock onto a familiar, and terrifyingly arousing, sight.

Chest-height cutouts.

A blood-spattered sawblade.

Cuffs.

Another beauty, Chinese from the look of her, ass to you and chest strapped into position.

On the Wall.

The tit-slicing, boob-carving, Wall.

Right in front of you.

"C'mon ya daft bint, get yourself up there and lets get your nice titties mounted." The gruff voice commands, forcing you forward.

Your feet meet the step up onto the bloody wooden base of the Wall. It nicely keeps the blood off the carpet a slice of your mind realizes as the rest of your mind reels in shock.

Shoved up against The Wall your nipples slap into the bottom of the cutout, making you gasp as they tingle, then hands are guiding your large, tingling, breasts through and you hear a delighted whoop. Someone, on the far side of The Wall, has seen your tits and wants to see them carved off.

They don't know who you are.

They don't know anything about you.

You mean NOTHING to them.

Your tits? Your ripe, delicious, and throbbing-with-need tits? Your tits mean enough to them that they want to see them carved from you.

The press of wood against your chest is firm as you are snugged-up to The Wall, the great meaty globes of your breasts on full display, and the figure fumbles with restraints.

Do you say something?

Do you protest? Demand your freedom as a ticket-holding person?

You do not.

*click*

You gasp, knees week and cunt liquid as the restraints latch shut - a leather strap pulling you tight to The Wall and cuffs locking your wrists in place.

You're doomed. Your tits at least. Your prized beauties are on full display and the magic eyeball magnets that are your great big breasts are going to get you killed as they're carved off.

You... you love it.

Liquid enthusiasm dribbles down your inner thighs and you clutch your fists, whimpering in need as you writhe in your restraints.

"Slut."

You glance to the girl on your right. Her cheeky smile tells you you aren't alone in loving this... in being nothing... in your whole life being about forming and shaping your luscious breasts so you can show them off, here and now, to let them be claimed by any random stranger.

She's right, you're a slut.

You moan like one as fingers stroke your breasts and, on the far side of The Wall, a voice rolls through a saucy sales-patter to the delight of a cheering audience.

Straining at your cuffs, you reach yourself with two fingers and moist noises join your shuddering moans.

On the far side of The Wall, your nipples stiffen deliciously and your great, big, boobs jiggle mesmerizingly.

You shudder, hips writhing on the edge. Can it get any better?

Hands on your breasts tells you it can.

Groping, squeezing, kneading - your breasts are nothing but meat in the hands of strangers.

Your nipples are pinched and you gasp, a blossoming whiteness swelling in your moist cunt.

The sawblade kisses you as your orgasm begins.

Kisses your breasts.

You.

The only part of you anyone cares about.

You howl, equal parts pain and pleasure, as the orgasm rips through you as savagely as the blade tears through the meat of your gorgeously full breasts.

You barely hear the howling cheers of the crowd as you are claimed, your breasts harvested, nothing but meat - taken from your chest to land with meaty noises on a stage.

Mind reeling, your eyes roll back and everything goes white...

...

...

...

Shaking.

...

Rough hands.

A slap across the face and suddenly you can hear again.

"-nto the bin?" The gruff voice is asking. Not you, you don't matter. Asking someone else.

"Yeah, the one by the food court and step lively - they're running out of ground girlmeat."

You grunt as you're roughly tossed over a shoulder.

Blood trickles across your face and you struggle to glance at your aching chest, realizing that it is, in fact, barren of the two gorgeous breasts you were so proud of. They're gone and now you're bleeding out as you're hauled off, unceremoniously, to be nothing more than ground meat.

It is, you realize, perfect. 

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There we go. Thoughts? Comments?

FbB - Goblin Cock-Harvesting

Not only am I still not dead, I'm still writing the odd piece of erotica!

The latest thing I've put together, and am willing to publish, is a piece based on some art by the infamous, and awesome, Boeserwolf. He has been drawing busty beauties in a variety of cannibal adventures for ages now, and they're all so damnably eager to be meat.

This piece of his is not one of his typical works, but it amused me and my inner D&D brain enough that I had to come up with a story for it. When I did, I shared it with him and he was amused enough to encourage me to post it and is even ok with his artwork being associated with it.

So, without much more ado, the story:

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"Shhh! Shhhh..." The green-skinned goblin babe shushed her busty, red-haired compatriot as they hunkered down inside the snug wall, near the waist-height hole.

"Why sis?" The red-haired goblin giggled. "Hiding in the wall of this music-dance-party place like this is silly."

"No, it isn't Ranja." The purple-haired goblin retorted, frowning. "It's a brilliantly sneaky plan and a great way to harvest some human meat."

"With a hole? In a wall? Into a place humans have their music-dance-parties? It doesn't even make sense Darka!" The redheaded Ranja protested, gesturing at the 6" across round hole in the wooden wall that opened into a noisy party full of dancing humans.

"What you don't understand Ranja," the purple-haired Darka explained, "is that humans love to stick their dicks in things."

"...what?"

"They do!" Darka exclaimed, holding up fingers. "Buckets of cream, goats," she started ticking off her fingers as she listed things, but was interrupted as her fire-haired sister grabbed her arm and thrust a finger at the hole in the wall.

Through which was thrust a great big, meaty, human cock & balls.

"See!" Darka grinned, scampering to one side of the impressive package and licking her lips. "Now, let's get it nice and big..." She cooed, gently caressing it with her delicate hands.

"Oooh! Oh, it is a nice big one!" Ranja blurted, groping her own large, bare, breasts with one hand as she stepped up and joined her sister in stroking the swelling human cock.

As the pair stroked and caressed the thick cock, moans of pleasure were heard from the far side of the wall and it continued swelling up to an even more impressive girth and length. Which, given the goblins' 3' stature, was absolutely huge in comparison.

"Yes, yes, perfect! Now, hold it steady..." Darka cooed, drawing a large blade as her sister continued stroking the great, pink, cock.

"Mmm... Oh, it's such a juicy piece of meat!" Ranja moaned, tugging and pulling to get as much of the huge cock & full balls through the hole as possible. She was aided by the cock itself, the huge shaft throbbing and pulsing hotly in her hands, seemingly eager to thrust itself through the hole and into the space inside the wall.

"And it's OURS!" Darka cried, swinging her gleaming blade down and hacking into the base of the rock-hard cock.

The blade cut deep into the thick, meaty, cock. A cry rose up from the far side of the wall and blood spurted from the wound. Ranja leapt at the cock, wrapping her arms around it and clutching it tight as her sister hauled the blade back for another chop.

Clutching the huge cock, Ranja's eyes bulged as the bulbous, reddish, head swelled and clear fluid oozed from the tip of the massive member.

Then her sister's blade came down again and hacked into the base of the thick cock - chopping more than halfway through the pulsing shaft of meat.

The massive shaft thrummed hotly in Ranja's grip and, to her surprise, did not pull back. Instead it surged mightily, thrusting forward and pumping cum up and into the snug space in the wall even as her purple-haired sister hacked into it with her blade again and again and again.

Blood sprayed wildly, copper-scenting the air as Darka continued chopping into the red meat of the huge cock. Even the girth of the thick member couldn't stand up to the goblin blade and, in short moments, it wobbled and tumbled down across Ranja's shoulder.

"Hold the balls!" Darka hissed, blood and cum spattered across her face as she kept chopping.

Nodding, Ranja grabbed the meaty orbs of the human testicles and pulled them hard as Darka's blade flew and, on the other side of the wall, the human groaned and cried out as their meaty package was hacked off.

Then, with a final chop, Darka chopped the big, pink, human testicles free.

Ranja stumbled back, thudding into the other side of the small space in the wall, still clutching the great big cock and balls as the human's bloody crotch pulled back from the hole in the wall.

There was a moment of silence, save the raucous human music.

"It worked!" Darka cried, bloody face split in a triumphant grin as she held her blade aloft.

"I-it... it did!" Ranja admitted, blinking as she ogled the great big cock & balls they had claimed.

"And..." Darka leaned up to the hole in the wall and peered through it. "...the human is stumbling away and... yes! Falling to the ground on their face. The other humans have noticed, but seem to think they've had too much of the funny-dizzy-drink!"

"So... do we need to run?" Ranja asked from where she was busily binding & trussing the severed cock & balls.

"Ummm... no. Not yet. We may still claim anoth-" Darka was suddenly knocked back as a long, tanned, cock thrust into her face and sent her sprawling.

Ranja blinked for a second, then pointed and laughed shrilly at her downed sister.

"Shut up you fool! Hold that cock steady!" Darka barked, face flush with embarrassement as she scrambled to recover her blade.

Nodding, Ranja leapt at the new cock and began stroking the long, tanned, shaft. To her delight it grew impressively and was swiftly joined by a pair of ripe testicles.

"Mmm... Human testicles are my favourite meat." Ranja cooed, licking her lips as she ogled the firm pair.

"Then make sure to hold them steady once I begin chopping." Darka hissed, slipping into position next to the increasingly-erect cock and its accompanying balls.

"Mmhmm..." Ranja purred, caressing and gently pulling on the full spheres with one hand as she licked and stroked the rock-hard cock with her other.

"That's it... ready... now!" Darka barked, swinging her blade down and hacking deep into the root of the meaty member.

Ranja grunted as the huge dick surged in her grip, the firm shaft throbbing and swelling hotly as Darka brought her blade down for a second meaty chop. Blood pumped from the ragged, growing, wound as Darka chopped a third time and Ranja cooed eagerly as the tanned cock surged, balls churning, and started pumping cum wildly as it was savagely severed.

"Gah! Yes!" Darka cried as her blow carved through the last of the meaty shaft, leaving it hanging from scraps of skin and bleeding heavily.

"The testicles!" Ranja cried, clutching the firm spheres and pulling them tight to give Darka a good target. "Chop them!"

Darka nodded, gritted her pointy teeth, and hacked away - taking one, two, and then a third chop to whack the ripe balls free.

Ranja squealed in delight as she tumbled back from the wall, clutching the tanned testes and their attached cock. She swiftly bound & tidied the bloody package before setting it down next to the big, pink, set.

Darka, meanwhile, looked through the hole in the wall and tapped one tooth thoughtfully.

"Do we run now?" Ranja asked, glancing at the

"Um... no? The humans seem to be... laughing? And... daring each other to thrust their delicious dicks into he-Oh!" With gasp, Darka leapt aside as a great, big, cock thrust through the hole.

The thick shaft was veiny and so engorged with arousal that the bulbous head was drooling pre-cum as the massive dick, inches bigger than either of the severed pair, throbbed meatily.

"This one... seems eager to be harvested?" Darka muttered, bringing her blade up and resting it against the base of the rock-hard cock.

"Wait!" Ranja blurted, scampering up to the hole and frowning at how the impressive-looking testicles hanging below the huge member were still on the other side of the wall. Biting her lip she reached one green-skinned hand through the hole and tugged at the scrotum.

As Ranja pulled on the large testicles there was a grunt from the far side of the wall. Then the human with the humongous erection pulled back slightly, shifting to let Ranja pull their huge orbs through the hole.

"There!" Ranja declared, pulling the meaty pair through and smiling as they dangled juicily in front of her face. Giggling she leaned in and nuzzled her face against the huge testicles, licking and nibbling them as she squeezed them with her hands.

"Mmm... Those are ni-Ah!" Darka smiled as, testicles added to the menu, the huge cock thrust back into place beneath her chopping blade. The meaty shaft pulsed, thick and hard, as she stared at it and licked her lips.

"Can we take this one too?" Ranja cooed, caressing the engorged cock and heavy balls.

"Yes, yes we can." Darka nodded, stroking the underside of the shaft with one hand as she brought her blade up.

Growling, she swung.

The huge cock shuddered as Darka hacked at it - blade swinging wildly and chopping into the base of the meaty shaft. As she did it surged, a geyser of blood-tinged cum erupting from the thick tip as the huge member was slowly, messily, chopped-off.

Smiling and hugging the shuddering balls as she watched cum pump from the huge cock, Ranja ran her tongue up the great big balls and planted a kiss on the meaty shaft.

"Mind your face." Darka warned, blood trickling down her as she paused hacking away at the base of the big cock. "Or I'll make a mess of it."

"Do it! I want blood all over me!" Ranja grinned toothily, mashing her face in close to the bloody wound Darka was chopping at.

Giving a toothy grin, Darka chopped into the red meat of the shuddering cock - sending rich, red, pumping wildy and spattering across Ranja's smiling face.

"Ya-glumph!" Ranja grinned, her eager cry muffled by a face-full of cock as the meaty shaft tumbled down to smack her in the face.

"Ha-ha!" Darka laughed, pointing at her green-skinned sister.

"You're just jealous." Ranja giggled. "Now chop off the balls!" She urged, clutching the ripe pair and pulling them to stretch out the scrotum into prime position to get chopped.

Darka furrowed her brow in concentration as she swung - her blade hacking into the base of the big, human, testicles as she chopped the meaty pair once, twice, then freed them from their owner to send Ranja stumbling back, clutching the hefty pair.

As Ranja stumbled away from the hole, Darka peered through and gasped.

"Hunh?" Ranja asked as she bound the base of the meaty cock & balls.

"They... are having lots of the funny-fizzy-drink and... laughing at the human you chopped those from. Who is bleeding on the floor."

"Laughing? How badly bleeding?"

"Remember that pig we slaughtered last year? More." Darka muttered. "Oh! Now they are slamming their funny-fizzy-drink cups on the table and... one of them is coming this way!"

"Auck! Do we run?" Ranja asked, indicating their hunting-pole with the severed cocks & balls dangling from it.

"Yes, we sh-wait, the human is pulling out their-gah!" Darka blurted, scrambling back from the hole as the bulbous tip of a thick, ruddy, cock thrust through.

The thick dick shifted around briefly as its associated balls were thrust through, then it plunged erectly into the cramped space with the 3' goblins.

"Oh! Another!" Ranja gasped eagerly. "Quick, chop it before these stupid humans realize they're losing their meat to us!"

Without a word, Darka swung her blade into the base of the thick dick.

Blood spurted as the blade chopped deep into the meaty flesh with a satisfying noise.

The thick dick surged as it was chopped-into, shuddering like a mighty tree as the bulbous head swelled and veins pulsed along the meaty shaft.

Leaping in, Ranja clutched the dangling balls and eagerly licked the underside of the great big cock - cooing in delight as she tasted the precum dribbling down the rock-hard shaft.

Darka grinned as she continued swinging - chopping into the base of the cock again and again.

Each blow set the huge dick to shuddering until, with a lurch, it pumped blood-tinged cum into the air.

"Oh! YES! I love feeling them blow!" Ranja cried, gripping the shaft and eagerly pressing her face to the pulsing underside as cum coursed through it.

Another swing from Darka severed the huge cock, leaving it in Ranja's grip, then she hacked into the ripe balls as Ranja pulled them in, leaving them perfectly positioned to be chopped-off.

Two, three, and then a fourth meaty-sounding swing chopped the trapped balls free and left Ranja lurching back with them in her grip.

Swiftly grabbing rope, Ranja bound the newly severed package and tied it to their increasingly-packed hunting-pole.

"Today is a good hunt! Our trap is working very well on these foolish, funny-fizzy-drink consuming humans!"

"Yes! It is amazi-Oh!" Ranja blinked and pointed as a dick, long & slender, thrust through with a strand of fine, white, rope already half-wrapped around the base of the finely-detailed cock and pale testicles.

"Uhhh..."

"Oh, it's an elven cock!" Darka blurted, eyes wide. "Quick, use the rope to tie it up!"

Ranja quickly grabbed the slender, white, rope and began winding it, tighly, around the base of the elven cock & balls. To her surprise she heard moans of pleasure from the far side of the wall and the elven cock & balls were thrust through the hole, almost eagerly, swelling erectly as the rope was used to bind and trap the fine meat of the impressive package.

"Oh yes... Excellent Ranja, elf meat is prized!" Darka cooed, drawing her blade and readying to strike. "Hold them tight!"

"Stupid elves and their tiny testicles..." Ranja grumbled, scowling at the pert, not plump, balls hanging below the slender elven cock. Pulling on the slim rope to keep tension, she leaned over and slurped the head of the gorgeous elven cock into her mouth. Moaning in pleasure at the flavour, Ranja bit down with her sharp teeth and grinned as she heard a cry of protest.

Then Darka's blade swung down and chopped into the root of the trapped elven cock.

It throbbed and spurted cum as Darka's blade chopped nearly halfway through the erect shaft.

Ranja's eyes went wide as her mouth was filled, then she moaned as she tasted the fine flavour of the elven cum.

"Delicious isn't it?" Darka smiled as she kept chopping at the pulsing cock & balls.

"Ohhh... Oh gosh..." Ranja moaned, slumping to the floor with cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth as the flavour overwhelmed her.

"The meat is even better. Now, pull them tight so I can finish chopping them!"

Scrambling to her feet, Ranja wiped the dribble of cum into her mouth with one hand then grabbed the slender rope around the elven cock & balls and pulled tight as Darka readied to swing again.

Slashing her blade down into the base of the elven cock & balls, Darka grinned savagely as a second, third, then a fourth vicious blow chopped the slender package from its previous owner.

"S-so the meat is even tastier?" Ranja asked as she swiftly bound the severed elven cock & balls to their hunting-pole.

"Yes, it's utterly delicious! We should pack up and flee before the humans realize what we're doing and come for u-"

Darka's urging was cut short as a great, thick, cock thrust through the hole and slammed into the side of her head - bouncing her dome off the far wall and leaving her collapsing to the ground.

"Darka!" Ranja gasped, then her gaze drew to the meaty cock, which had a scrap of paper tied to the shaft, then further down to watch the cock's full balls get forced through the hole with a medley of lusty grunts.

"Unnnh..." Darka groaned, clutching her head and slowly starting to rise.

"Oh, phew! Also," Ranja plucked the paper from the thick shaft, "it has some paper with words on it that say..." She furrowed her brow. "Gr8 game, vryboddy luvs yt! Kum bak next weak? Also, plz help yrself to mi cock & balls. I howp they'r tasti!"

"Wh-wha?..." Darka muttered groggily.

"Oh wow! They, um, enjoyed having us chop off their cocks & balls?"

"Wh-wha?..." Darka muttered groggily.

"They, um also want us back next week?"

"Wh-wha?..." Darka muttered groggily.

"And," Ranja patted the huge cock thrust through the hole, "they say we can chop this one too!"

"...is there more?"

"No, that's it." Ranja checked the back of the scrap of paper and shrugged. "But... good, yes?"

"Bashed head is bad, but... more cockmeat is good! And, if they like losing their juicy dicks..." Darka licked her lips as she ogled the hefty cock thrusting through the hole in the wall.

"And balls! The best!" Ranja cooed, stroking the full, hairless, pair dangling below the erect cock.

"Let's see if really like it, or if bait for trap." Darka purred, collecting her knife. "We is ready to run?"

Darka nodded, pointing at the well-trussed cocks & balls tied to their long stick and ready to be hauled away.

"Good. We can run if trap." Darka smiled toothily. "Hold it steady, I'm going to do this slowly."

Ranja nodded, clutching the thick cock and moaning hungrily as she grabbed & groped the huge balls dangling below it.

Then Darka began slicing. Slow, steady, strokes as she cut into the base of the erect cock and started to slice it free.

As Ranja stroked the huge cock it throbbed, as though eager to be chopped and claimed as nothing but ripe meat, and she grinned.

"They do want it! Look!"

"Yes! More cock meat!" Darka chortled, increasing the speed of her slicing and carving into the base of the full balls as well. With eager strokes she quickly had the cock & balls half-severed and pumping blood.

Then the half-sliced cock throbbed, pulsed, and Ranja gasped in delight as it began pumping cum wildly as Darka continued slicing.

"Yes! Yes! Juicy cockmeat for us!" Ranja cooed, tightening her grip on the thick cock & balls as Darka drew near to slicing them off.

"Ha-ha!" Darka crowed as her final stroke sliced the meaty package free of its owner. "Now tie it and let's run - they may change their minds!"

"Yes, yes." Ranja nodded, swiftly tying the newly severed cock & balls to their hunting-pole.

"Quick! Quick!" Darka called, waving Ranja to follow her into the tunnel exit.

"But... next week. We come back, yes?"

"For hunting this good? Yes!"

"Mwa-ha! Excellent! More ripe balls for dinner!"

Laughing, the green-skinned goblins scampered off down the dark tunnel and back to the hidden goblin warrens filled with their hungry ilk.
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