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Thinking about backing you up against the wall at the tip of my knife. I'd press the blade against your throat and tell you to unbutton your pants. Of course you'd do it, what choice do you have?

I'd slowly get on my knees, trailing the knife down your chest, your stomach, watching as your palms press against the wall, reminding yourself not to move or I might fuck up and cut you, and there are a lot of blood vessels down here, aren't there?

Do you think you could come with my blade pressed to your inner thigh? Would you try for me?

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I'm sure your heart is a bit heavy with the atmosphere today has brought... So why not ask something a little more up your...usual alley? I don't see a lot of gentle, tender killing fantasies. Do you have any ideas for a murder that involves a lot of praise and gentle guidance, rather than being forceful and aggressive? Maybe with a hiiint of faux sympathy? I maayyy be a sucker for the more gentle and intimate side of things <3

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Of course, little fox. I'll use the hand of fate to cradle you.

I've thought about my victim being willing, though afraid. How I would hold my knife out to you, coercing you to trust me only with this simple act. Waiting patiently for you to step from the corner, arms curled into your chest. I'll promise to not hurt you unexpectedly. Before placing my blade in your hand.

Now unarmed, I'd hold you to my chest, your heart racing at the same rate as your tears. I'll remind you to breathe, explain that you're only psyching yourself out. Your trembling voice repeating how afraid you are, I'll promise you'll be okay— over and over. Until you've found a sliver of faith in me, shakily setting the knife into my palm. Once you guide my hand, I'll plant my lips on your forehead with a prideful hold.

I'll start slow, pressing the point into your stomach. Each time you wince away, I'll softly pull your chin back to my gaze. Cooing how proud I am that you allowed me this far. You'll look down— noticing the small splotch of blood beneath the tip. Realizing that you didn't feel the initial prick. Remember our breathing. I'd have you inhale deeply, holding for a moment before exhaling— the knife plunging in unison.

Your mouth would dart open, your body convulsing as it fights for a sliver of oxygen. You would be paralyzed in agony, your only ability being to stare at me.

"I know it hurts, baby. I know. You did so fucking good, it's almost over," before pulling the blade from you. As your muscles cave, I'd pull you into my lap. Your legs on each side of me, your delicate head rested on my shoulder. I'd press your chest to mine, feeling your heartbeat forfeit its race for a slow melody. I'll run my fingers through your hair, kissing your final whimpers as they leave your lips.

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Look. Sweetheart. You're intoxicated. It doesn't matter if you say you don't want this- you can't consent anyways.

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monster under the bed, the devil doesn’t sleep, dream for me and you’re dead, crimson staining white sheets in white and blood we’ll wed, mine to have and to keep until death be your end, monster married in red

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When you think about it, a red room roleplay (irl, kink context) would be very easy to do. Just have to set up something that looks like a camera (or actually tape it, if you're really spicy). Make some screenshots in advance of things people have paid for you to do the the victim, do those things...

Or, alternately, if you're not showing them the feed you could just say "oh man, someone just asked me to___" and then make up literally anything. How will they know you're full of it?

Other things you could do:

Make the bottom thank the camera (i.e. the chat) for donations or comments or complements.

Make the bottom beg the camera (i.e. the chat) for mercy.

Say a poll is about to happen, set a timer, and have them try to convince the chat to vote one way or another.

When it's time to wrap up, tell them you're about to lose the room and ask if they have any last words for their viewers before you cut their throat (or however you've decided you'll kill them).

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You should be honoured that I chose a worthless thing like you to assault. Go on. I'm serious. Fucking thank me for bringing value to your miserable excuse for a life.

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“My toy died on me :(” but instead of a vibrator it’s objectification snuff

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Imagine some nice tgirl coming onto you but being so polite about it. You go on a nice date, maybe kiss a little bit. She shyly asks if you'd like to come back to her place, and you say yes.

When you walk in, you see there's plastic sheeting all over. She brushes it off. Renovations, she says. A contractor is gonna be starting some work tomorrow. Everything already looks pretty good, but if she says so...

She takes you to her bedroom. Her bed has cuffs attached to all four corners. She looks so embarrassed when you mention it. She says she's a sub, but she wasn't really thinking of doing anything kinky with you. Honestly she'd just like to lay with you and watch a movie or something, if that's okay.

You're halfway through some forgettable action flick when she touches your head, gently, turning you to face her. You think she's going to kiss you...

She slaps you so hard your ears start ringing. She flips you onto your back. She rips your pants open at the crotch and takes a box cutter to your underwear. By the time you can think to make any noise, she's forcing her cock into your cunt with one hand clamped over your mouth, muttering about how you stupid fucking girls will go anywhere with someone who's nice to you.

She tells you how good it feels inside you, how she wants to fuck you in all your holes plus some she's going to make herself. She tells you how you're a piece of meat, in the most literal way. She tells you that she thinks she's in love with you, and you see a little glimmer of that sweet girl you thought you were getting to know a few hours ago. She wraps both hands around your throat. She never even bothered to turn off the movie.

You don't know how long you spend under her while she thrusts into you over and over, easing and tightening her grip, always making sure to give you just enough air to stay conscious. You couldn't even begin to guess how many orgasms her cock has wrung out of you. She tells you how good it feels inside you, how she's going to kill you, how she wants to marry you, how you're such a pretty girl, how you'll make an even prettier dead girl.

Finally, she drains herself deep inside you, her hands clamping down on your neck. She fakes a shocked gasp. You're too far gone to make out exactly what she says, but it's something about birth control. She giggles to herself.

You drift away for a moment, then come to, struggling for air. She's spooning you. Her breasts feel so soft and nice against your back. The warmth of her body is so comforting.

She puts a hand over your mouth again, the other arm tight around your waist. She says not to make any noises. She says she noticed you really seemed to be loving it as much as she was, when you thought you were going to suffocate impaled on her. She's right, of course.

She says you're going to die in this room, one way or another. She also says she'd like it if it didn't have to happen right away. She thinks you could have a lot of fun together before she gives you that final wonderful moment. She asks if you're interested.

You nod. She kisses the top of your head. She tells you she loves you. You know she means it.

Oh. My. Goodness.

I'm treasuring this forever. I LOVE IT I LOVE IT UUNNNGHHHSHBS

I wanna be tricked into thinking the person I'm with is good and nice she's super kind to me, then she turns out to be a violent, dangerous, pervert that takes advantage of me because she knows I want say no because that's who I am (it's true, it's hard for me to say no >3<

And her choking me while I go in and out of consciousness is SO HOT UUUUVJSHBD I wanna be on the brink of passing out so bad and my eyes flutter closed but then I'm woken up with a hard slap.

I'm in love. I love this. THANK YOUUU

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Ohh for someone to dose me up on substances and end my life...~

Kiss me, pin me with your whole weight while you tenderly bite my tongue, only pulling away to shove ecstasy past my still-parted lips.

Give me love bites on my neck. Bite and suck at the soft skin over my throat, grabbing the nape with one hand while the other coaxes fentanyl into my mouth.

Don't stop putting drugs in me until my eyes start to dim.

Bless me with the trip of my life. Make me see infinite universes of color and light. Let the sensation of your mouth, your hands, your body, your weight, be burned into my memory as blurred strokes of bliss as you hold me close and look into my eyes.

When you see me starting to fade away, murmur soft praise and comforts into my ear as you slowly drag a knife across my skin.

Run your hands, covered in my blood, through my hair as you talk me to sleep. One. Last. Time.

Hold me until I am no longer radiating any warmth of my own.

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Stories of an accidental snuff pet

TW: abuse, rape, dehumanization, mentions of snuff

You finally got what you wanted. Some creep off Tumblr finally agreed to be your Dom and play into your pet play fantasies. He seemed perfect. He even had his own property out in the country he had offered to take you to so you could role play without the worry of being found out by your friends.

It is role play? Right? You fiddle with the collar he placed around your neck. It’s metal, and heavy. A little much for a first session maybe, but whatever- it just means he’s committed.

Speaking of session, when is it going to start? All he’s done is strip you down, shove the biggest dildo you’ve ever seen into your ass, collar to your neck and sit down on a busted old sofa across from you. He’s staring. Just staring. Thick trials of smoke hang in the air from that joint hanging lazily from his lip.

Something’s not right. You aren’t enjoying this and it’s time to go home. You move to stand.

His posture shifts as you pick yourself up.

I would advise you not to do that.

Why? You haven’t done anything, I’m bored and I’m going home- take this stupid collar off me. You’re a shit Dom, I can’t get off just on this absurdly sized toy alone yk.

As you speak he stands up and walks over to you, seeming unmoved by your words, a cloud of smoke clinging to his clothes.

Down.

With a heavy kick, he jams his booted foot straight into your ribs, the force of the blow knocking you onto your ass, shoving the toy briefly deeper.

FUCK- what the fuck- how dare you fucking kick me, I told you I was done!

You scoot back, reeling from the impact to your ribs and readjusting your body so the toy squeezes out. As you move, he kneels down in front of you, grabbing your chin and forcing you into an inch proximity with his face, the stank of his joint swallowing you up.

You’re not leaving. You’re my pet remember, you belong to me.

Thats not real though-

Another kick pounds into your ribs, your eyesight goes from the smoky room to white hot as pain courses through your naked body.

Did that feel “real” to you?

Wind taken from your lungs and fear rising in your chest of being struck a third time. You nod.

He grabs the dildo from the floor and renches it back in your asshole.

Hmmmfph

Let me make this clear.

He draws back, and with a deft hand undoing the zipper of his jeans and slides out his dick. It’s the same size as the toy in your ass. With dawning realizing you clench. He was warming you up for him.

Whoever you were before you got in this house is dead now. You’re in the country now, pet- and animals that cause trouble here get slaughtered.

That was the finally straw. Fat tears began to swell in your eyes. You picked badly. You picked SO unbelievably badly. Whatever this man was he was someone you wanted to be as far away from as possible… but that didn’t seem like an option now..

Now.

Your attention snaps from your spiraling thoughts. The monster of a man before you, placing his cock to your lips.

You will either listen to me like the pet you wanted to be so badly, or your carcass will feed the pigs tomorrow morning? Am I understood?

You not fervently.

Good. Now suck me off like your life depends on it, because it just might.

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I’ll slit your throat.

Don’t try to breathe, baby. Just let the feeling consume you. You can rest now.

It’s okay. It’s okay to cry.

There’s nothing left to do except close your eyes.

You lived a good life.

Sleep well.

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POV: I invite you over

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i'd love for my kidnapper to drive me out to a secluded and forested area, that they know like the back of their hand, several miles away from civilization.

they drop me off in a random spot and give me an hour to run as deep and as far as possible into the woods i can. once the hour is up, they hunt me down with a rifle like i'm a wild animal.

they'll find me, inevitably, playing with my life and shooting me down. maybe they'll miss my head and chest purposefully, hitting my arms and legs to hinder me from running, leaving me thrashing and screaming on the forest floor.

they'll then rape me, abusing every hole possible, even making their own and fucking those as i bleed out beneath them, unable to stop what's happening to me.

the last visual i'll have before dying is my kidnapper fucking my now lifeless body and i can only hope they keep my body and continue to use me long after i've passed.

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Yes sadistic murder is nice, but I also love the idea of holding and comforting someone as they slowly die. Maybe I'm killing them, maybe they are committing suicide. Regardless, just holding and rocking them and kissing them, reassuring them that everything will be okay.. and promising that you will take care of their dead body and still love them in death ahh! ♡♡♡

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while visiting the doctor he asks you if you’d like to participate in highly important medical research for a bit of extra cash, he says they’ll pay five thousand bucks at the end of the research and all you have to do is “run a few standard tests and stay a couple of nights at a research facility”

you agree, i mean he said it was important and the fact they are paying you is a nice added bonus, what could be so bad about a couple of nights in a medical research facility?

the next day you arrive at the address given to you, an empty secluded carpark, with a black SUV parked in the middle. you get out expecting maybe a doctor or a scientist to happily greet you, they did say it was highly important, surely this is normal right? instead four suited men emerge from the doors of the vehicle and grab you roughly by the arms and legs carrying you into the car, kicking and struggling you notice one reach into his pocket, pull out a small cloth and push it close against your face. you only remember the sweet smell as you blackout.

florescent white light invades your vision when you re awake. groggy, you try to stretch your arms when you realise you cant move them, infact, you cant move anything from your neck down. you look down to see you are strapped down on a padded table, arms pinned to your sides, legs spread apart, naked and vulnerable. you were so confused, what the hell was going on?

you see a man, a clean looking older man wearing a white lab coat enters the room holding a clipboard and a pen and takes a seat next to you in a chair just out of your vision. you try to speak, to ask him what was going on but your words are muffled and barely audible, in your mouth was a small gag. after a couple of minutes hearing him writing on a his clipboard you notice a wet squelching sound approaching you, as it got to where you were strapped on the table you heard the man speak. “time is 22:43, first compatibility test starts now”

you felt multiple long slimy tentacles wrap round your already restrained thighs, more made their way onto your chest circling your breasts and eventually teasing your nipples, they began by gently prodding them, tapping and nudging your nipples before placing one of their suckers on each of them. this can’t be happening. you feel your clit twitch. no this- this is so wrong, you didn’t sign up for this, why was this happening to you? what was this thing? and why….why was it making you wet?

you didn’t get the chance to be confused for much longer, feeling another slimy appendage make its way up your legs, it makes its way up your thigh and then stops, right infront of your cunt. slowly it rubs itself up and down your slit, mixing its slime with your wetness before making is way to your clit. again it prods, pokes and taps at the bud between your legs. you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, you really dont want to be turned on by this but something about the way the tentacle on has now switched to suckling gently on your clit has you gushing.

“the subject responds incredibly well to stimulation provided by the first creature” the man speaks calmly, you cant stop your eyes from rolling in the back of your head, every single movement from the appendages had you twitching. its like they new exactly how and where to touch you.

you felt another appendage press at the entrance to your cunt. this one was thicker than the rest, the tip pushes into your hole, and even the first few inches are a stretch. it pushes further and further in stretching your little tight hole nice and wide for it. you cum just from the stretch alone, and the extra stimulation on the rest of your body. whatever this creature is, it does not care that your pussy has never taken anything this big before, it starts brutally shifting in and out of your stretched hole, rubbing up every wall again and again and again. you start to see stars, the overstimulation way too much for your poor body to handle.

and right when you think your on the edge, about to blackout. it stops and pushes deep down, up against your cervix. you feel its hot sticky fluid invade your womb while it twitches up against your walls. all the other appendages stop stimulating your nipples and clit, hearing them slither off and away from the table. you lie and wait, surely it was done secreting whatever fluid has just entered you and will pull out? a couple of minutes turn into ten maybe fifteen, the only sound you could hear being the mans pen on his paper.

again you hear the man speak “test will resume in 3 days, subject and creature will stay linked until birthing”

you start to cry as you hear him leave, realising you’re stuck there. overstimulated cunt stuffed to the brim with alien sperm, and a huge tentacle between your legs to keep you company till the birth of its offspring. lets hope it doesn’t get bored and play with that swollen little bud of yours.

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Tie my legs spread open and make me hold my clit exposed while you slap and pinch and torture it. if I let go or try to block you, slap me and hit it harder. Mocking me for how turned on I get.

When you're done torturing it, and it's all sore and puffy, strap a vibe to my poor clit and leave it on high until you've had enough of my pathetic noises

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​sigh. ya know, this would be more fun for me if i drove you up to a secluded stretch of forest, gave you a crude map of nearby waterways, patted you down for weapons, and gave you an analog watch with a timer for how long your head start will be before i calmly begin hunting you. and it’s your choice, really. when i cut the duct tape off your wrists and ankles and tell you to get going, you can choose to waste your time with an attempt to subdue me, plead with me to let you go, decide you’re above participation. don’t be stupid and waste your own time, pet. i’ll end up on top of you with my fingers around your throat and all of my length buried in you while you thrash and cry regardless of what you do. there is no way out of this but i like to think of myself as somewhat kind, and so you do have some agency here. it’s up to you how you want things to go prior to my arm wrapping around your middle and throwing you against the warm earth. ripping your clothes off just enough to get inside you as you’re wondering what that ringing noise in your ears is and if the impact of skull to tree roots is enough to cause a concussion. incapacitated and soft underneath me. willing flesh begging to be torn apart and abused. yes i will ravage you, but you’ll have a choice in how i manage it, as all darling deer in my woods should