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Above the sparse and sparkling lights of suburban streets at night, a spirit floats tranquilly through the air. Dreaming of her death, contentment warms her insubstantial form as she slowly comes awake.

Lost for a moment, she looks down at the roads and homes below, oddly unconcerned. Invisible hands stroke down a body that can't be felt, and she glances at herself, her quiet puzzlement increasing slowly as she sees what seems like empty air where her self ought to be. As her mind grasps for explanations, memories start to return in a trickle, detail after detail coming back to her like drops of light splashing into her mind. Blood, pleasure, and her own steaming insides. Pain like a sweet sharp kiss lancing through her whole body. Teeth biting into her flesh. A face, beloved, her man, her killer. Names.

Diah. Her name was Diah, Diah Javan. Though she can't see herself, she remembers what she looked like. A rusa deer, slender and graceful, with long limbs and tight curves. She stares at her own large ears and black, heart shaped nose through the memory of a bathroom mirror, her own bright eyes examining her face beneath white eyebrow markings. She felt the scars of years of self-consciousness as she remembered her small chest, heard the echo of thousands and thousands of hoofbeats as she remembered running every day to keep in shape.

Then, the man. Kulon Ora. The love of her life. A komodo dragon, so strong and fierce and dangerous that she felt utterly vulnerable whenever he was near, unable to resist his desires whenever he took her to bed. Outlined in her mind she saw the silhouette of his sleek shape, long body hiding compact muscles beneath surprisingly soft scales. All the memories of times she'd stroked his skin returned to her, the sensation of the little rough bumps in the middle of each scale running beneath her fingers. They'd been almost sharp enough to hurt.

With that tactile memory came others, fresher and more vibrant. The tearing sensation as his razor sharp teeth bit into her small breasts, ripping them away completely. His claws buried in her belly, opening her up while he broke her with his cock. He had always been too big for her petite frame, but they'd been careful... until they hadn't been.

Shivering in her spirit form, Diah felt an unexpected bloom of warmth, arousal filling up her entire body instead of just the parts she was used to. As the memories became clearer, she remembered how she'd asked Kulon to kill her. Begged him, seduced him to it... though it hadn't been hard. Once he'd found out her snuff fetish, the teasing had been constant. He'd surprise her, tracing his claws across the soft fur of her stomach, nipping at her neck when she left it vulnerable, sometimes even breaking the skin. Choking during sex, texting snuff porn to her during work... It'd been too much. She'd never been tempted to live out her snuff fetish before, but he'd made the desire so sharp she couldn't resist. So they'd done it.

And it had been so, so good.

Her own insubstantiality frustrated her as she longed to touch herself, reliving her own mutilation and death in vivid detail. Kulon had been like an animal, unrestrained, taking her like prey. She'd asked him to surprise her, and he'd delivered, making her live in constant anticipation for nearly a week before finally ambushing her when she got home one day. The moment she'd felt his claws grip her, she'd been ready to be snuffed. Her own eager willingness had excited Kulon to a frenzy of lust she'd never seen before, not a drop of mercy to be seen during his animalistic evisceration of her flesh. But even as glorious as it had felt, as much as she'd relished the mortal agony while cumming harder than she'd ever cum before, she'd also felt regret. Though her last thoughts were hazy from afterglow and bloodloss, she'd spent them wishing she could die again, experience this lovely, perfect moment over and over, but do it differently each time. She wanted experience all the flavors of sweet, pleasurable death she'd fantasized about for so long. It wasn't fair that she only could be snuffed once, when those with other fetishes could experience them again and again, each time unique in some way.

In that moment, floating above her neighborhood and thinking bitter thoughts about all the ways to die she'd never get to try, Diah felt a slow realization come over her. The thought had been building in her since she first saw she had no body, but now it came clear to her, so obvious that she could barely believe she hadn't fully comprehended it before now.

She had died, but was still here. Still existed. Still thought and felt and saw.

She was a ghost.

As someone who had recently accepted her own death and gone to it fully willingly, this was a pleasant surprise. Able to move about as she pleased, with capabilities she had yet to explore, she'd somehow been given an extension on existence.

Yet, understanding this, she felt suddenly indecisive. Being a ghost didn't trouble her, but she wanted to put whatever extra time she'd gotten by becoming one into something worthwhile. But what?

Pondering the problem, Diah began to descend into the rows of homes, invisibly hovering a few feet above the lawns as she passed by and peered through windows. The first she saw was of course the inside her own house, which had been just below her. Through her own bedroom window she saw Kulon holding her corpse, pushing the broken body into a thick garbage bag. The sight of her old flesh and blood body half-eaten and eviscerated sent another warm wave of lust through her, and she felt the longing to have a body again even more strongly. To be aroused and unable to touch herself was practically torture, and seeing her used up old body wasn't helping.

Drifting away, she spent some time trying to distract herself with the nighttime going-ons of her neighbors, yet finding that she barely cared what they were doing. No matter what she saw when she peeked through someone's window, she felt only the dullest flicker of interest, soon replaced by more thoughts about sweet snuff and the frustration of her desires. The sight of normal people fucking in their beds barely even made her watch for a second before moving on, even when the sex was clearly as kinky as any porn she'd ever seen. All her barely contained lust was focused on the incomplete ecstasy of her own death, imagining all the other ways she couldn't been snuffed. No amount of simple voyeurism could compare to the memory of that most arousing moment of her life, or her imaginings of what could have been even better.

By the time something did snag her attention, she'd lost track of time to the point that she'd floated her way entirely out of her neighborhood. The sun was rising on the horizon, the night having completely passed during her wandering. Miles away from her home, her surroundings had grown far more forested, houses strung farther and farther apart on the long country roads. The sound of a gunshot had been sharp and sudden, jerking her out of her reverie, her gaze sweeping back and forth to find the source before she finally realized the noise had come from below her. The gradient of the land had trended downwards, and as she'd flown in a straight horizontal line the ground below had become more distant, her apparent altitude increasing. Currently above the treetops, she willed herself to float downward, growing more interested as she heard another gunshot ring out.

Moving through a canopy of thickly interlaced pine branches, Diah found herself staring down at a small shooting range set among the trees, one of the sort hunters rig up for practice. At one end of the cleared strip of ground there were targets of various types. A red bullseye circle, a foam feral deer, and what looked to be a store mannequin of a canine woman were all propped against a trio of closely clustered trees. The three were each variously riddled with bullet holes, though most were clustered on the bullseye and vital areas.

At the other end of the shooting range, a lone hunter stood with a shotgun in her paws, sighting at the mannequin. Clearly a wolf, the woman wore a bright orange vest over shorts and a tight shirt, her grey muzzle parted slightly as she sighted downrange. Thick muffs protected her pointed ears as the gun fired with a harsh bang, Diah watching curiously as the bullet whizzed below her to impact the plastic breast of the dummy.

As the woman reloaded, Diah lowered herself to ground level. Taking advantage of her apparent invisibility, she spent a moment getting a closer look at the mannequin target the wolf had been favoring. It was less battered than the other two targets, but it was clear it wasn't going to last much longer regardless. The hollow plastic it was made from wasn't intended to withstand so much abuse for long.

Most interesting of all, the mannequin's blank face had been taped over with a picture of a grey-furred wolf woman, her expression one of slutty pleasure. Glancing back at the huntress, Diah felt a warm glow of excitement as she confirmed her suspicions, recognizing the face in the picture as the same one sighting down the barrel. She was shooting at a mannequin of herself. From her increasingly heavy panting, it was fairly clear she was enjoying it too.

Drifting down the shooting range back towards the woman, Diah's interest grew as two more gunshots passed through her on their way to the dummy. As the echoes of the shotgun faded, she could hear an increasingly loud buzzing sound coming from the wolf, and see the small stain at the center of her shorts. Something in her chimed with happiness, knowing at once that whatever she'd been looking for, she'd found it. This woman was like her. Someone that felt nothing but lust at the thought of their own brutal death, but was too restrained to seek out someone to snuff them without encouragement.

Instinctively, Diah reached out to touch the wolf woman's muzzle, intending only to give the short fur a gentle caress of sympathy. The woman had her gun pointed at the ground, lust-glazed eyes fixated on the shot up mannequin as the vibrator buzzed inside her shorts. Her breath was coming hot and hard, a quiet canine whine building in the back of her throat. Then, as Diah's insubstantial hand passed through her face, her eyes went suddenly wide. Diah felt a similar surprise, freezing in place as a current of sensation ran from the wolf woman and into her, thoughts and memories blurring between them. She could feel the sensations of the woman's body, the pleasure of the vibrator in her soaking slit, hard nipples pressed against the inside of her shirt.

She knew her name, Caroline, and how she'd had a habit of masturbating while shooting ever since her father had given her her first gun at 12. First it had been the power of the gun that had excited her, but later she'd begun to fantasize about feeling the bullets ripping apart her own flesh, a hunter becoming the hunted. Videos of executions by firing squad and gun snuff films had become her favorite masturbation material when she wasn't able to find time to shoot, sometimes even using her own shotgun barrel as a dildo to get off. Every event and experience in Caroline's life that was relevant to this moment flooded into Diah's mind, giving her a full picture of the woman's perversions and personality. For a brief, disorienting moment, Diah nearly thought she really was Caroline, almost losing her insubstantial self in the rush of vivid, living emotions and sensations.

Then her hand came away, and Caroline's eyes blinked, a shiver running through the wolf as her fur scruff stood on end. Her hips jerked, and she howled in a soft, low moan as she came, falling down onto her knees. Diah watched with envy, her own lust reignited by the memories of Caroline's fantasies. She ached for masochistic release, to feel the rush of danger and death and climax that was so addictive, yet could only be felt once.

Circling the panting woman, the ghostly girl looked down at the gun still in Caroline's paws, remembering the secondhand memory of its barrel buried in her pussy. Her ethereal body shivered with need, wanting to feel it for herself, to have the gun go off inside and make a bloody mess of her.

Shakily, Caroline stood, briefly glancing around before fumbling out a remote control. Twisting a flat dial, she sighed slightly in relief as the vibrator inside her went still, tucking the remote back into her shorts and turning away from the shooting range. Scooping up a backpack full of ammo, she began to hike uphill towards a house that Diah hadn't noticed until now.

Watching her go, Diah felt another moment of indecision. Something about finding Caroline had been so right, but she couldn't figure out why yet. Part of her wanted to stay and wait until the masochist wolf put both barrels inside herself, then touch her again and feel that tangible, flesh and blood satisfaction she was now so cruelly denied. Even if the gun wasn't loaded, the satisfaction of a vicarious orgasm might at least take her mind off her snuff obsession for a little while.

Before she was even aware she'd made a choice, she found herself drifting uphill, catching up with Caroline slowly. The wolf was taking her time picking her way up the slope, legs clearly still shaky after her intense orgasm. Still, the ethereal deer managed to reach her before she disappeared into the rickety ranchhouse that must've been her home.

As she came close to the orange-vested woman, Diah's temptation to touch her again grew. The sensation of a body had been so sweet, and she'd barely only gotten a taste before drawing back. Maybe if she just kept a hand on the wolf's shoulder, that would keep her satiated, at least until Caroline's lust rose again.

Caroline's free hand reached out for the back door of her home, fingers loosely gripping the rusted handle. At the same moment as she grabbed it, Diah took hold of her, eagerly extending her invisible arm to take in the feelings of living flesh. Then, the unexpected. Caroline's grip tightened in surprise as she felt the chill of that ghostly touch, and her arm jerked harder than it should. The old door, hanging on two ancient hinges and with bare wood half-rotten from exposure to the elements, cracked and snapped. Its top hinge tore, and Caroline stumbled back, right into Diah's invisible body.

A moment of pure confusion stretched out, Caroline's flesh crawling and Diah's mind nearly gone, lost in the ecstasy of being inside a body again. Jumbled thoughts mixed together, lust and happiness, joy and alarm, warmth and coldness. The wolf lifted a hand to her head, blinking rapidly as she rubbed above her brow. For some reason, she felt utter delight in the simple sensation of her own touch on her short facial fur, like it was a fresh breath of air combined with a deep kiss. She smiled uncertainly, glancing at the broken door. Damn thing should have been replaced long ago, but she wasn't much for home maintenance. That was more of Kulon's... thing...

Who was Kulon, again?

Frowning, Caroline pushed the door out of the way, letting it hang as she went inside. Trying to put a face to the name 'Kulon' was proving difficult, and it distracted her to the point that she bumped her head coming in, hitting the low crossbeam that she knew she always had to duck under. It was odd, being so tall... but hadn't she always remembered before?

Taking a deep breath, the wolf shook her head, entering her home and putting her gun away in the rack beside the door. Something about that orgasm must've really taken it out of her. It had been an intense one, even moreso than it normally was when she shot at a dummy of herself. The confusion seemed to fade at the memory of lust, as if this was something the two discordant parts of her could agree on. Smiling, she sighed, circling a nipple through her shirt and feeling it harden. So naughty, to imagine herself as that mannequin. Almost she wished she had the courage to really let someone put a few slugs into her breasts.

Then, to her sudden surprise, she realized that she did. Somehow, the hesitation that had kept her restrained all these years, the decorum that had prevented her from ever seeking out someone to shoot and snuff her... it was just gone. When she thought about someone blowing her breasts off or unloading a gun in her cunt, the only thing she felt was excitement, eagerness. She'd always felt that, but also always that sense of holding herself back. But why should she hold back anymore? She'd already died, hadn't she?

Strange thought. She shook her head again, glancing at the gun she'd just put away. Despite her recent orgasm, she felt a heat in her loins, and she squeezed lightly on the vibrator still stuffed into her pussy. It'd be so much sweeter to have that gun in her instead, fucking her to orgasm, going off as she came. Her heart began to beat faster as she realized she might actually go through with it, that she could actually die cumming this very day, have hot lead destroy her in the hottest moment of her life.

But she'd need someone to pull the trigger. Someone to use her and finish her off. Someone strong, brutal, a hunter of hunters.

Kulon. The name came to mind again, the thought seeming to scream with its insistence. Who was he?

A blurry face came to her, someone she was sure she'd never seen. Reptilian, with a flat head and sharp teeth in a sadistic smile. He was licking her own blood off his lips while she bled out, intestines torn from her belly, small deer body broken by his cock.

No, she was a wolf. A wolf. The discrepancy faded from her mind, unimportant, as a new memory came to to the fore. Seven numbers. Finding herself taking her phone from her pocket, she looked down at it, momentarily confused on what to do. Then, something seemed to take control, and she swiped her access code, then dialed the seven numbers. Kulon's phone number. Right.

Still not sure how she'd met this man or when she'd gotten his number, Caroline lifted the phone to her ear in a shaking paw, cursing as it bumped against the earmuffs she was still wearing. Ripping them off, she put the phone back against her head just in time to hear a man's voice.

"Hello?" He rasped, tone seeming wary. After she didn't respond immediately, he asked, "Who is this?"

Caroline, she wanted to say. I'm Caroline. And for some reason, I think you might be interested in fucking me with a gun. Somehow, I know if you snuff me, it'll be as good as I could ever want.

"Diah," she murmured, lips making the name awkwardly. "It's Diah."

Silence from the other end of the line. Then, a short, rasping laugh.

"Funny. Sick, but funny. Diah's dead. Last night, there was, ah... well, it doesn't matter. Really, who is this?"

"C-Caroline," she stammered. "But, Diah too, a little at least. Something... something weird is going on, but somehow I knew your number. I've never met you, but I feel like I know you. I feel like... I know what you did to Diah. And I want you to do the same thing to me."

A thoughtful hum came from the man at the other end of the line, and Diah remembered all the times he'd hummed like that while looking at her, hungry eyes considering how he was going to fuck her.

"You sound cute. I don't know what you're talking about with weird stuff and Diah and having my number, but if you really do know... Well, I'm not admitting to anything. But, you can stop by. We'll see what happens. Maybe things will make sense... maybe you'll get what you want. Do you magically know my address, too?"

"No," Caroline said. Then, as it suddenly popped into her mind, she gasped, "Shit, yes. Green house. Number 12. Baker Street." Leaning her forehead against the wall, Caroline moaned in confusion, rubbing her temple with her other hand. "Fuck, I don't get what's going on, but if you'll do this to me I don't think I care. I want it so bad all of a sudden and I don't feel held back."

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her, one that seemed vitally important. "Do you have a gun?"

There was a considering pause before Kulon's answer came. "No. I don't. Safe neighborhood and all."

Of course. She'd known that, somehow. Just hadn't remembered it. "I'll bring mine. Shotgun. For me. Ok?" She was practically panting, heard hammering in her chest. Even talking about it had her more turned on than she'd ever been in her life, the stain on her shorts spreading as her arousal climbed ever higher.

"If that's how we're gonna do it... We should go somewhere out of the way. The noise might attract attention." He still sounded cautious, but also increasingly eager.

"My place," she moaned, slumped against the wall, needing him here, needing it now. "I live in the woods, target shoot all the time. No one will mind. Please, as soon as you can be here." She told him her address, and he affirmed it.

"Be there in 20. Don't get started without me... Diah. Caroline. Whoever you are, I'm looking forward to it." Kulon's voice had that seductive growl to it that had always driven her crazy when he'd called her at work, teasing her with dirty talk so that when she'd gotten home she'd practically crawled onto him as soon as she'd walked through the door.

"Yes," she breathed, happier than she could ever remember being. Almost happier than when he'd agree to snuff her the last time. "Yes... I'll be here."

The phone slipped from her fingers, and she realized she was kneeling on the ground, her body thrumming with shivers of hot arousal. Twenty minutes. She had twenty minutes to get ready to die.

Stripping off her vest and shirt, Caroline groaned at the feeling of soft cloth rubbing over her almost painfully hard nipples. Her legs were shakier than they'd been after she'd cum, and part of her wanted to just crank the vibrator to max and cum again right now. Turned on as she was, she might even have multiple climaxes before Kulon got here, then still be ready for more when he walked through the door.

Deciding one sweet release was better, she stood up to pull down her shorts, biting her lip as she pulled the vibrator out of her soaking pussy. Even that little stimulation almost set her off, the adrenaline coursing through her making her body hypersensitive. The disorientation from before was completely gone now, every action easy and quick. Her two souls were in a harmony of purpose, ready to sacrifice flesh for pleasure.

Naked, she went to her bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. Part of her expected to see a petite deer looking back at her, but she was familiar with her body by now. Lean muscled, with tight curves and a firm belly. Moderately sized breasts with black nipples peeking out of grey fur, the inside of her toned thighs soaked with her juices. She stank of sweat, adrenaline, and arousal, but her mysterious memories of Kulon told her that would only turn him on more.

Forgoing a shower, she instead spent the time going to the bathroom, brushing her teeth, and applying a touch of mascara. Caroline had never been good at putting on makeup, but Diah applied it perfectly, remembering how Kulon had once mentioned how he liked to see it smear and run when he fucked her hard. Everything she did was to make her snuffing more enjoyable for him, already knowing it would be perfect for her regardless.

Back in the foyer, she took her shotgun back off the wall and cleaned it, polishing it with a loving touch and expertise that was all Caroline. Plucking two shells from the backpack she'd carried up earlier, she debated whether to load the gun or not, eventually deciding that it'd be safer to hand it to Kulon unloaded and let him do the honors.

At the last minute, she sprinted to her bedroom, bare breasts bouncing with her urgent run. Stripping off dirty sheets, she tossed them into her bathtub, replacing them with fresh good linens she usually saved for guests. Then she kicked dirty laundry from her floor into her closet, mortified at her own messiness, as Kulon and Diah had always kept a tidy home. Through it all, her manic excitement kept her heart thrumming, arousal not lowered in the least as she made the preparations for her final fuck. The second final one, at least.

The doorbell rang, and a smile split her canine muzzle, sensations of wetness and warmth from her eager pussy driving her into an loping run across her home to the door. Answering naked, she felt a moment of shock and love as she laid eyes on Kulon, simultaneously surprised by his body and utterly familiar with it.

Her eyes traced the tight, strong muscles that lay beneath his rough reptilian skin, and she thoughtlessly reached out, stroking his bicep in a habitual gesture from when Diah had been alive. It was firm, the pattern of small bumps on his skin almost sharp beneath her touch. Besides those small points, the smoothness of his skin was perfect. Her eyes glanced up at his, meeting a look of such intensity that she suddenly felt shy.

"Hi..." she murmured, unable to take her hand away. "Kulon. It's me. I'm... Caroline, now." She swallowed lightly. "At least, until you kill me again." A shiver ran through her, and he steadied her, cupping her face in his hand and stroking along her muzzle. His sharp claws poked against her fur, but didn't pierce or scratch, the touch utterly gentle.

"Damn," he said, staring deep into her eyes, seeming to recognize something he saw there. "You're really..."

She raised her other hand, putting it over his mouth. "Doesn't matter," she murmured, suddenly impatient, lust driving her forward. "Only what you do to me matters. I want this, all of me. Both of me." Caroline licked her lips, speaking those final words with eagerness.

Stroking down his neck and chest, her hand circled around his waist to the full, soft roundness of his perfect ass, cupping it as she pulled him inside with a smile.

As she got him indoors, Kulon seemed to shake himself out of his surprise at finding his dead girlfriend half-possessing a stranger's body, letting himself enjoy the moment. Recognizing the change that came over him, Diah was ready for his commands, Caroline eager to satisfy this magnificent, powerful man.

"Fetch me the gun, dog," he murmured, giving her muzzle another light stroke before letting go. Caroline whimpered happily, almost falling to all fours to fetch it for him, instead managing to only run as she brought the gun and its ammo from where she'd left them. As an afterthought, she snagged her soundproof earmuffs from the floor, bringing all of them back to Kulon and kneeling before him to offer them up. Taking the gun from her outstretched paws, Kulon examined it, then loaded it with an ease that told Caroline he'd used a shotgun like hers before.

"Only two shots?" he asked mildly, gazing down at her as he slotted the second shell into the double-barred weapon.

Biting her lip, Caroline nodded. A shudder passed through her before she muttered, "One for my breasts..." Her hand came up, touching her heaving chest, then trailing down her tight belly to her soaking slit. "One for my pussy..." A soft gasp escaped her throat as she touched herself, breath coming short. "I'm a hunter... I know it won't take more than that." The intensity of his answering stare made her bite her lip, and she lowered her eyes, feeling utterly subservient before the man that would end her life.

On her knees as she was, she could closely see the shape of Kulon's manhood inside his pants, hard along his thigh. Reaching out, she stroked it, mistrusting her eyes to tell her its size. Even as she touched it it swelled further, growing harder as Kulon groaned in pleasure. Feeling a quiet pride and overwhelming desire to please, she continued to tease him until he was fully hard, a foot and a half of thick shaft pressing into her palm through the fabric of his jeans. Just the sight of it in profile made her ache to have it inside her, to want to worship it in her final moments.

Her eyes flicked up at Kulon's face as she continued to lightly caress him, wanting to meet his eyes as she pleased him. Instead, she found the dark gaze of the shotgun barrels pointed at her face, obscuring her view with their deadly depths. Heart skipping a beat, her hand froze, then began to stroke more quickly. "Please... let me satisfy you first," she begged. "I want it to happen while you use me."

A moment passed while she hung in suspense, unable to take her hand away from the magnificent shape of his shaft even as she was threatened with death. Finally, Kulon relented, as she'd known he would. There would be no fun for him either, if he blasted her away now.

"Bedroom. Lead me there," he grunted, gun unwavering. It sent shivers of excitement through her to have the loaded weapon pointed at her body, and she stood up shakily, taking him to her bed.

As soon as he was through the door, Kulon's free hand took her by the throat, lifting her easily and tossing her hard onto the mattress. She heard the bedframe creak violently, her body bouncing on the clean sheets as she landed on her back with her head towards the komodo dragon. Tilting her face back towards him so her head hung off the edge of the bed, she saw his cock hanging mere inches from her face, freed from his pants and pressing forward towards her lips. With a muffled grunt of surprise and submissiveness, she took it in her mouth, tongue feeling the texture of the short, soft spikes that spiraled around the flat tip of his cock. It throbbed and leaked, musky precum pumping onto her tongue as she relaxed into her bed.

Starting to suckle and tease Kulon's cockhead with more familiar ease, Caroline felt a shock of lust go through her as the barrels of the gun press against her left breast, pointed at an angle so the shot wouldn't bury itself in her chest. Her hands moved without her conscious thought, one squeezing and teasing her right breast, the other dipping into her pussy. Wet as she was, she buried three fingers inside herself, relishing the feeling of being filled, waves of pleasure radiating up her body with each stroke of her digits in and out.

Only giving her a little while to work herself up, Kulon soon began to press harder into her mouth, the thick shaft already stretching her jaw with just the spiky tip inside. Aching pain started to build as he shoved harder and harder, and she let out a muffled moan of masochistic pleasure. Her fingers moved faster, hooking against her g-spot and rubbing frantically, pinching her own nipple hard between thumb and forefinger.

Her first orgasm came when Kulon rammed through her throat, the resistance of her jaw giving up with a sharp crack and sudden spike of agony. Pain lanced through her face and wiped away all thought in a sudden blinding moment, sparks dancing in front of her eyes as she felt inch after inch of thick shaft stretch her throat, filling it up completely as it pushed down almost to her belly. Muzzle hanging limp, she whimpered, her fingers barely twitching one last time to send her over the edge.

Caroline's body bucked, hips twitching in a need to rut, her eyes rolling up as the fire of pain and pleasure coursing through her reached a climax. Lightning ecstasy sparked from her slit to her spine to her brain, mixing with the liquid agony of her broken jaw, the utter joyful subservience of having her throat used as a cocksheath for the hugest dick she'd ever seen. For a brief moment, she couldn't move, locked into a rictus of orgasm that tensed her every muscle, legs quivering as her pussy clenched rhythmically around her own fingers

Then, the gun went off. At the peak of her pleasure, she felt the soft flesh of her left tit blasted away, torn into a ragged hunk of meat by the power of the bullet Kulon had fired. She jerked, a muffled scream tearing from her stuffed throat, deafened by the gunshot so she could not hear her own cries. Tears streamed from her eyes and made her mascara run in dark rivers, blood running in similar red runnels down the side of her chest. Choking on cock, she fought for breath after expending it all to scream, body bucking and heaving as her climax carried on, coloring every sensation with a haze of pleasure. She shuddered, twisting her nipple so hard her nails drew blood, fingertips abusing her clit so that the ache of overstimulation added to her orgasmic agony.

Kulon's cock retreated from her throat with a wet sound and no warning, allowing Caroline to draw in a desperate breath. Not even having realized how close she was to passing out, she felt her grip on consciousness grow, the tunnel vision she hadn't noticed retreating as she inhaled deeply. Her body ached from how hard she'd cum, stomach muscles sore, clit throbbing with pain to the beat of her heart. Most painful of all was her chest, which seemed afire all through her left breast. Dazed, she tried to lift her head, finding herself unable to summon the strength.

A helping hand cupped the back of her skull and lifted, allowing her to look down at herself. A weak moan escaped her throat as she saw the ruin of her breast, which looked as if someone had torn it off in a single violent yank. Half the fatty flesh still clung to her chest, ragged and bloody, a bullet hole in the mattress beside her splattered with blood and gore. Her bedroom wall was a mess above the headboard, sticky with her flesh. The throbbing heat of it made her tremble, the pain of the wound nearly blotting out the pleasure and mild sting she got from teasing her remaining nipple.

Looking back up at Kulon, she saw with only one eye, the other covered by his cock hanging over her face. The tip brushed her cleavage, the heavy huge balls lightly tapping her forehead as she tilted her face slightly backward. He was wearing the soundproof earmuffs, unable to take them off with his free hand occupied supporting her. His smile was all lust and love, satisfaction at seeing her ruined and loving it. She smiled back, squirming happily as she mouthed a single word up at him.

"More."

Nodding, he gently let her head fall back, and she relaxed as he circled the bed. Faintly, she heard him talking, the ringing in her ears making it hard to discern the words. It was clear enough what he'd been saying when she felt him take her hand away from her clit and shove the gun barrels inside her, making her feel a sudden thrill of excitement, her head jerking as it tried to lift up and see what he was doing. Instead, he laid a calming hand on her belly. "Be still," the gesture said, a gentle caress punctuating the message.

Soothed, she relaxed back again, accepting whatever fate Kulon gave her. Small sighs of pleasure escaped as the komodo slowly pushed the gun deeper, pressing it in until the end of the barrels was snug against her cervix. She was used to the feeling, having masturbated with unloaded guns before, but this was far better than anything she'd ever done on her own. Knowing it was loaded added a thrill she'd never been brave enough to try on her own.

A moment passed where the gun seemed only to jiggle slightly and move, and Caroline used the time to catch her breath. Her throat ached marvelously, and wanted to feel it full again before she died, pounding her until hot cum poured into her belly. The thought of her life ending in only a few minutes gave her such a powerful sexual thrill that the next twitch of the gun barrel almost made her cum again, her legs twitching before Kulon reached out with a hand to still one. He gripped her ankle firmly, keeping it in place. "Be still," again. More insistent.

A few seconds later, she saw him stride around to her side of the bed once more, his big cock brushing against her face and shoulder as he knelt down. Smiling sweetly at him as his face leaned over hers, she became attentive as he leaned in to speak directly into her damaged ear.

"I rigged the gun. Tied the trigger right at the edge of firing. If we get too rough... bang. So don't move too much. Not until you're ready." He pulled back and winked, then kissed her cheek, reptile tongue flicking across her lips. Her heart was suddenly pounding again, body kept absolutely still as she gazed seductively up at him. As he stood, she opened her muzzle, feeling a flare of pain at the effort of moving her broken jaw. Slowly, carefully raising a hand, she beckoned him to fuck her throat, pussy dripping around the barrel of the shotgun as he lined himself up.

Letting out a rising groan of happiness as he slid back into her throat, Caroline began to dedicate her final moments to pleasing her murderer. As he started to move his hips, thrusting into her mouth and further breaking her throat, each light wave of motion that moved her body made her anticipation sharply peak. Each one could be the one that made the gun fire.

Soon she was whining softly with every movement, her jaw breaking further from the repetitive impacts. Her toes curled against her mattress, hands slowly caressing her breasts, one ruined, the other whole. Fingers squished in messy meat that made her want to cry tears of sweet agony, her other breast sending little shivers of pleasure to her brain to accompany the teasing twitches of the gun buried in her slit. Over and over her pussy contracted around that fatal metal, warming it to her body, wetting it with her arousal.

Kulon took hold of her face, and she blinked, uncertain how long he'd been gently riding her. The repetitive pain and pleasure had blurred into a happy eternal moment, now ended. Her throat felt so used to the shape of his cock now that when he pulled it out for a second to let her breathe, she almost tried to hold onto it, stretching her neck in a vain attempt to keep it inside. Instead, she took a deep breath, wondering if it'd be the last one she'd ever get.

Once he saw her inhale and exhale twice, Kulon shoved himself back inside with a jerk so violent that she felt certain she would die that instant. Her pussy squeezed in anticipation of the gunfire, and she moaned desperately around the meat filling her throat, disappointed when it didn't come. Continuing to slowly tease her asymmetric breasts, she let out soft, sharp whines with the increasing power of Kulon's thrusts, her body unable to help but jerk each time his hips came against her face, balls bouncing against her forehead. He was trying to kill her, and she knew it. The anticipation was almost more than she could stand.

Taking one hand from her intact breast, still letting her bloody fingers continue to rub against the raw wound of the other, she reached up to take hold of Kulon's wide ass and pull him harder into her with each thrust. The need to have that gun go off filled her, each little twitch of the barrel inside her was like a teasing touch. Her throat had become a warm, throbbing fuckhole for Kulon to abuse, stretched and aching, squeezing around him as her neck bulged with each stroke of his thick spiked shaft. His hot presence inside her made her feel like nothing more than a toy to be broken and used. She wanted it, wanted to break so she couldn't be fixed.

She felt the gun go off before the pain of it fully hit her, blindsiding her during her focus on the sensations in her throat. Kulon's increasing speed had finally made the trigger twitch beyond its firing pressure, a muffled bang that tore her and filled her body with fatal lead. Shards of agony pierced up from her womb through her abdomen and chest, her muffled scream weakened by a newly pierced lung. The blazing pain was like a thick load of cum shot through her entire body, bits of potent metal seeded through her flesh, the paths they'd taken through her meat bleeding and throbbing and killing her so so sweetly. Clenching and spasming as blood poured out of it, her cunt felt surprisingly intact, though she knew her womb must be obliterated from the deep, hollow sense of mutilation she felt in her lower belly.

Even as she had the thought, the gun inside her started to slip. Firing had made it jerk a few inches backward and out of her, setting its center of gravity at the brink of the mattress's edge. At another hard thrust from Kulon, it teetered and fell, slipping out of Caroline's ruined cunt with a final rough stroke across her g-spot. She came with a spasm of dying strength, her fading heartbeat pumping blood from a thousand internal wounds, hemorrhages like warm flowers blooming all through her broken organs. The pleasure was like blissful fulfillment of purpose, giving up everything she had been as the ecstasy made her tremble and whimper. Shocks of pleasure tingled in every wound, her bloody pussy a constant warm buzz of pleasure and pulsing agony.

Body weakly writhing in ecstasy, she felt the reward of her sacrifice as Kulon suddenly stiffened, rutting hard into her throat as his shaft swelled inside her. Letting out quiet moans of happiness, she accepted rope after rope of his thick seed pumped down her throat, her perforated stomach leaking the smoldering warmth of his cum all throughout her broken body. The damage was so extensive she could feel his cum trickling from her pussy after a minute of his continuous unloading, her belly unable to contain the volume of his orgasm.

Warm and happy, feeling the tingly contentment of blood loss and afterglow that was somehow familiar to part of her, Caroline relaxed utterly as she gave herself up for dead. Her pussy still ached with waves of orgasmic ecstasy that pulsed through her body and to her head like a radar ping, each wave coming slower as her heart lost the strength to beat. Kulon tried to pull away, but she bit down gently, a fresh wave of agony from her jaw accompanying her weak, wordless desire to have him stay inside her. She wanted to go with him still in. Wanted to feel used as she died.

So good... it was so good to be snuffed. She was glad she'd found her courage. Glad she'd found Diah, that Diah had found Caroline. Glad her death had been perfect. Her heart was so slow... like a lullaby. The presence of the cock in her broken throat was like everything good and warm she'd ever felt.

A final wave of pleasure passed through her, but unlike the ones from before, instead of fading away it swelled, rising and filling her, carrying her away until nothing remained. Only pleasure. Only peace, and warmth, and bliss.

After a timeless moment of happy nothingness, Diah woke again, floating above Caroline's home. The presence of the wolf woman was still with her, embracing her spirit with a sisterly, yet sexual love. Wordlessly, she felt that spirit begin to let itself melt away, emotions of bliss and satisfaction coming to her like the voice of someone sailing out to sea, finally fading completely as Caroline disappeared forever.

Happy and contented, Diah swooped down into Caroline's home, catching a glimpse of the crime scene. The body was as beautiful as she'd hoped, the grey fur intact but with deep bruises beneath the toned muscle from the way the gunshot had made her insides bleed. Blood soaked the sheets between her legs, her missing breast was a portrait of painful mutilation, all ragged skin and exposed glistening meat. Her head was locked in the position of accepting Kulon's cock, empty throat gaping with the broken jaw limp and misshapen. Limbs unbound, her posture was utterly willing even in death, spread out a sacrifice on the altar of her bed, flesh given up to pleasure.

Sighing with joy, the spirit gave a happy twirl in the air, her mind still thrumming with the arousal and satisfaction of that last magnificent orgasm. She felt like a drug addict that had used up her entire supply in one binge, then unexpectedly been given one more hit. Floating into the air, Diah soared over the trees, letting the afterglow of Caroline's snuffing carry her along in a blissful stupor. It had been everything her own death had been and more, so perfect she couldn't stop herself from reliving it over and over in memory. Daydreams of each injury and orgasm melded with memories of her first death, leading into fantasies about how she would die next. There were still methods of mutilation and death that she wanted to experience, now that she'd been given this glorious chance to taste them all.

Lost in her thoughts, Diah barely noticed time passing around her until the sun began to set, changing the color of the sky she was gazing up at. Floated on her back just below the clouds, she flipped over, watching as lights blinked on in buildings below. Far from Caroline's home and the countryside, she now found herself above a small city.

Recognizing it as a place she'd visited on occasion, she took a while to get her bearings from above. The streets looked different than when she'd driven through, the more than ten story buildings seeming much shorter from her current vantage. All of them clustered in a commercial district directly beneath her, casting a long shadow over the densely packed apartment complexes and sprawling urban neighborhoods of two-story duplexes to the east.

Seeing a place that was teeming with so many people, Diah felt certain that somewhere in that city there must be at least one girl like her. From her experience sharing Caroline's body, she knew that the more someone wanted what she wanted, the easier it'd be to possess them. Now that she knew the power to die over and over, to experience each of her bloodiest snuff fantasies, she was itching to find someone suitable.

Descending down some, Diah suddenly felt overwhelmed as the more details of the land below became visible, a faint sense of exasperation flickering through her. With so many homes to search, so many people to look at, this would take forever. She might have forever, but she wanted to spend it dying, not searching for needles in haystacks. How had she even gotten lucky enough to find Caroline...

With that thought, the ridiculousness of her finding Caroline by chance struck her for the first time. It couldn't have been a random encounter. There just was no way she'd found the nearest snuff slut within a 20 minute drive of her on her first day as a ghost. Not without some sort of guidance.

So, what sort of guidance had she had?

Thinking back to what she'd been doing before she'd happened upon the late huntress, she recalled having intense fantasies about snuff while she absently floated along. Which was, coincidentally, the same thing she'd been doing before arriving here. Somehow, it seemed like her daydreams might be drawing her toward people with the same desires, like a compass pointing to north.

At a loss for what else to try, Diah tried to find that same state of absentminded fantasizing as before, to become totally unaware of her surroundings and just fill her mind with her most depraved dreams of snuff. It was hard to force it, giving her little flashes of warmth and desire but not completely subsuming her soul in it like she had before. Eventually, she found her way by remembering a video she'd watched once, a nice long snuff flick of a girl dying on a feral horse's cock. It brought back happy memories of how painful her first few times with Kulon had been, his monstrously large shaft needing a lot of stretching to even fit inside her. After that, they'd still only managed to have half of him inside her at one time. She'd been dissatisfied, training and forcing her body until it could take him almost all the way. Cervical penetration had been agonizing, but she'd loved how her man was so big he had to hurt her to take his pleasure. More often than not she'd cum just from the pain of having him in her womb, holding a hand over her own tight lower belly so she could feel the distention of her stomach when he thrust forward.

In the midst of her happy memories, she almost pulled herself back to reality by becoming aware of the tingly, hot arousal that had flushed through her whole ethereal form. Her mind flicked back to Kulon just in time, and she relaxed, slipping into her own lust like it was a hot, steamy bath. It drowned her in a complete need to touch herself, to feel his cock pounding in her, to have flesh so she could cum over and over. As she was now, those desires could never be satisfied... so instead, they drew her towards the closest body that would permit her needs to be fulfilled.

It was still early night when Diah became suddenly aware of being close to another presence, the sound of soft footsteps on pavement distracting her from her reverie. Focusing with difficulty, she still felt herself thrumming with hot arousal even as she dragged her mind out of the gutter, glancing about to see who she'd been lead to. She looked right and left, and saw only a city street, slowly passing by as she drifted along over the sidewalk. Then, she looked forward, between the two long, fuzzy ears lightly bouncing before her face. Finally, she looked down, finding herself caught in the wake of a surprisingly short, heart-stoppingly curvaceous rabbit woman.

The lapine's fur was light brown, much of it left exposed by her provocative outfit. As the spectral deer floated about the woman to get a full view, she saw she was on her phone, scrolling boredly through her contacts while she swayed her way down the street. Her expression was mildly annoyed, large brown eyes mirroring Diah's own feelings of frustrated desire. When the rabbit pursed her lips, finally looking up to check which house she was in front of, her two slightly buck front teeth were exposed. One was chipped on the center edge, but the effect was somehow cute, undercutting the seductive appearance the bunny seemed to be trying to cultivate. Even if this woman wasn't like her, Diah's desperation urged her to dwell in her flesh, to live the life of a slut taking a new cock every day, just to quell the firey lust burning her up.

Despite her impatient desires, Diah decided to make a quick check that her spiritual powers had lead her to the right person before jumping in. Carefully leaning forward, she brushed her invisible lips briefly against one of the rabbit's cheeks, the light kiss making the woman shiver slightly. Like a bolt of lighting from that cold contact, thoughts and memories and feelings poured into Diah, momentarily making her lose herself as she became aware of every detail she'd gleaned from the woman before her.

She was called Maria, three syllables that echoed through Diah's mind mingled with the groans and grunts of all the woman's lovers who had moaned out her name. Not quite a prostitute, she carefully selected her studs for their size, not making much distinction by looks, wealth, personality, or any other factor. All she cared about was their length, girth, and nearest available time to fuck her. Sometimes she even took pay, but it was hardly her first concern.

The definition of a size queen, Maria was only mildly masochistic, the pain of stretching and hard fucking mostly turning her on because it reminded her how big the cock fucking her was. Nothing made her cum faster than the feeling that her tiny body was being used as a cocksleeve, both of her holes well trained to accept massive sizes. Preying on the city's horses, elephants, and other well-endowed residents, she had continually set her sights higher and higher over the years. Now she was to the point that only custom made dildos of ridiculous size posed any challenge. Buying continually bigger and bigger ones, she'd built up collection of them stowed in her bedroom closet, the largest one long enough to impale her from one end of her short torso to the other. The mental image of herself with a cock all the way through her body was one of Maria's most favorite fantasies, one she'd cum to almost as long as she'd been chasing huge dicks. Yet whenever she gritted her teeth and tried to shove that huge dildo through her guts, she could never muster the strength or will to make her body break itself.

So, she was trying to find someone with a real cock big enough to do the job properly. Not consciously looking for it, but Diah could sense that was what the bunny really wanted. Just as Caroline had wanted that final shot up her pussy. Just as Diah had wanted to be sliced and devoured. Maria wanted to be snuffed, broken by a cock straight through her, used like a sex toy until she died. And Diah knew just the stud to do it.

Smiling, she drifted forward, pushing her spirit body into Maria's flesh.

Getting out of the taxi at the green house labeled '12' on Baker Street, Maria rifled in her purse for a moment before pulling out three twenties. It was all the money she had, way more than the cost of the fare.

"Sorry about uh, playing with myself back there." She gave the mousey driver a wink, smiling at his confusion. Her low neckline showed off her generous cleavage as she leaned over to pass the money through the window, a shiver passing through her as her soaked panties pulled over her sensitive slit. The driver took the money after a brief hesitation, nodded, and rolled up the window as she straightened up.

Turning around as the taxi rolled away, Maria looked over the simple house, seeing its shadowy shape in the midnight gloom. It seemed familiar to her, yet there was still a small twinge of anxiety in her stomach at knocking on the door of a stranger in the middle of the night. The two emotions fought inside her as she went up the driveway, her high heels clicking quietly in the silence of the sleeping neighborhood.

As she went up to the door, one hand automatically went for her keys, which she kept in her left pocket.

Except, she didn't have pockets. She never wore clothes with pockets, preferring a purse... More than that, why would she have keys for a house she'd never been to before? Yet, she could distantly remember unlocking this very door on a daily basis, always taking the keys from her left pocket. Oddly, the viewpoint of the memories was from about a foot higher up, the doorknob appearing to be placed lower than Maria saw it.

Shivering in her skimpy clothes, she sighed, reaching up to knock instead. For the last hour she'd been having all sorts of strange intrusive thoughts, the strongest of them compelling her to come to this address. For some reason, whenever she imagined herself entering this house, she got the clear mental image of herself dying happy with a cock pounded through her entire body. It was so powerful and vivid that she'd been unable to help herself, stroking her slit in the taxi as her arousal grew hotter the closer she came to this address.

Rubbing her thighs together, she started to feel stupider and stupider the longer she stood on the porch in front of the green house. If she was so hot for a huge cock, she had about twenty in her closet she could ride until her needs were satisfied. Coming here had been a pointless waste of time. It wasn't like she was just going to stumble upon the perfect guy with the exact mix of sadism, strength, and a hugely gifted shaft that could spear her like a cheap rubber fleshlight. Not even with weird, foreign memories that lead her to oddly specific addresses in the middle of the night. It was just a desperate daydream, and she was fooling herself to think somehow she could find anything like that here.

The door opened, and Maria looked up, mouth popping open to expose her cute chipped tooth as she gazed up in awe at the perfect guy.

Backlit by the living room light, the komodo dragon seemed to be twice her height, his rough skin tight over firm lean muscles. Shirtless, his chest was covered in planes and lines that showed off the chiseled definition of his body, tapering out into a thick, squeezable ass and stuffed pair of shorts. Staring directly forward, Maria was entranced by the huge bulge at eye level with her, so big even when soft that she could only shiver and flush with lust at the thought of it fully hard and slamming through her.

"Hello," the man said cautiously. "Can I help you?"

His name came to her suddenly, and she closed her eyes, a strong shudder passing through her.

"Kulon..." Maria swallowed, scared and excited by what was happening. "Please... do it to me again," she whispered. What 'it' was, she wasn't sure at first. Then memories of dying flickered through her mind, the image of guts falling out of her belly, the feeling of a gun going off inside her. She gasped in need, her legs shaking as a trickle of wetness ran down her inner thigh. "I want you to ruin me with that cock," she pleaded, speaking from her own heart, not from any strange compulsion or memory. "Ram it through me. All the way." Her heart was pounding, thrumming beneath her breasts, every inch of her skin feeling hot and sensitive as she finally said out loud what she'd wanted someone to do for so long.

There was a brief pause, and then Kulon spoke, his voice gruff with arousal.

"How many times are you gonna come back?"

"As many as I can," she said quickly, not even thinking the words before she spoke them. "I need it so bad, Kulon." Vertigo washed through her, and she swayed, looking up at the strangely familiar face of the komodo about to kill her.

Smiling, he caught her, and she cooed as she was pulled up and cradled in his strong arms. Pressing her cheek against the rough skin of his chest, her head swam for a moment as she remembered being held like this by him before, yet at the same instant, delighting in it for the first time.

By the time she'd pulled herself together, she was in a bedroom, as oddly familiar to her as everything else in this house. As he komodo pressed her down against the mattress, she felt a sudden happiness at being home, at being where she belonged. It mingled with the lust and passion thrumming through her, making her grin joyfully as she wriggled out of her clothes.

Dress and panties flew off into the hamper as she quietly moaned, feeling the stickiness of her slit as she spread her legs apart. Kulon was watching her, that monster cock pumping up to hardness in his shorts. Taking in her body with a hunger in his eyes that she recognized.

"Come here," she murmured, stretching her strong rabbit legs apart and shimmying to the edge of the bed. "Let me..."

Her paws found his waistband as he pressed against her, fumbling in their eagerness, pulling his shorts down to expose the thick, pink cock they'd been hiding. Maria groaned in satisfaction merely at seeing the size of it, her pussy squeezing in a minor climax as the thick shaft flopped over her chest and slapped against one fat tit. Her hands stroked and explored it intimately, making Kulon huff and twitch as she milked precum out onto her lips. Aligned with her body, it stretched from her slit to her forehead from base to tip, the soft spiraling spikes that covered the end of it rubbing pleasingly against her lips as she kissed it over and over. Worshipful of the dick that would destroy her, she sucked every drop of precum into her mouth, savoring the taste before smacking her lips and smiling.

With a gentle push against Kulon's belly, she made him move back, pushing his cock down so that the spiky end of his shaft was snug against her lower lips. She was used to taking thick cocks, but his was wider around than her arm, almost two feet long...

She shivered and squirted lightly against him, moaning in a sudden cry of passion. Even thinking about taking his dick was setting her off. Actually having it inside would be agonizing, fatal... and complete ecstasy. Her eyes flicked up, their large brown irises meeting his deeply sadistic gaze with one equally masochistic. A playful smirk flickered onto her full lips, and she hooked her feet around his hips, starting to pull him forward. Her labia started to stretch immediately, aching beautifully as the tip tried to push into her bunny cunt.

"Make me into your fucktoy," she whispered, rolling her r's in a way Diah never could do before, speaking with a practiced seductive tone that was so powerful it was like a dose of aphrodisiac. She wiggled her hips in a way that made pleasure lance through Kulon's shaft, teasing him with her soaking hot slit. "Don't stop till you're cumming into my grinning... twitching... corpse..." With each word, she squeezed him with her legs, pulling him in harder, harder-

Suddenly, she felt a slowly building ache, a tingling wash of pleasure as the monstrous cock began to push inside. The small soft spikes stimulated her sensitive insides, poking and stroking as he gradually sank inch after inch of himself into her. Being stretched in such a way felt divine, the pain of it utterly subsumed by the pleasure of being utterly filled, not the smallest gap existing between Maria's clinging pussy and Kulon's brutal cock.

"Aaahhh," she panted softly, watching it push inside, moaning it out repeatedly with increasing volume and pitch as more of the cock disappeared into her tiny body. Her excitement rose as the spurting tip of the cock came closer and closer to her cervix, and she came again with the first brush of hot, slippery flesh against the entrance to her womb. Biting her lip and squeaking breathlessly, she shuddered, pussy squeezing in waves along the intruder that was barely a quarter way inside her. Already her belly was distended by the bulging shape, and she put her hand over the bump it made, fingers trembling as she stroked it through her flesh.

Almost hyperventilating, she looked up at Kulon, offering him a buck-toothed grin. It was equal parts cute, seductive, and desperate, needing him to make the final push. The one she could never manage on her own. Her shaky legs pulled him in, increasing the pressure against her cervix as she let out increasingly loud moans. Her heart thrummed in her chest, nipples and clit painfully hard. The image of herself impaled on this cock flashed into her mind again. She'd never been more aroused in her life.

With a jerk of his hips, Kulon forced past the meager resistance of her flesh, breaking through her cervix while she screamed in joy and agony. Her head flew back, spine arching as she shuddered violently. Kulon's hands gripped her, squeezing her shoulders and pinning her down as he braced her body against the bed. Not even a third of his length had entered her yet, and his lust drove him on to fill her with the rest.

Drawing back, he left only the spiral-spiked tip inside, watching Maria's needful expression as she writhed and moaned for his cock. She bucked her hips, her strong legs trying to force him in, but he was unmovable. Her whining pleas were a mingled mix of Diah's shameless begging and Maria's seductive accent, all while the squeezing wet heat of that tight bunny cunt enticed him to spear her.

Driving forward, he slammed through the entire length of Maria's well-stretched pussy, popping through her cervix and battering against the inside of her womb. The short woman writhed, breathlessly screaming as her face became a mask of stupid ecstasy, eyes rolled up and mouth open. He continued to push, feeling the battered spot he'd just impacted starting to stretch, to give. The bunny's hips started to shudder, and she convulsively pulled, helping him provide the fatal amount of force required.

With a roar, he tore through her womb. Maria's eyes went wide, a sudden fulfilled smile spreading over her face as she watched and felt the biggest cock she'd ever taken slam its way into her guts. There was the cold, deep sensation that she'd done something horribly wrong to her body, immediately replaced by the high of masochistic pleasure. Her insides shifted as they were pushed aside by the uncaring intrusion of Kulon's cock, her uterus throbbing with the pain of being pierced, cervix a tight seal keeping her internal bleeding from leaking out around the thick shaft that was sliding further and further into her vital areas.

"Oh my god," she whispered, quivering. "I'm gonna really fucking die. There's no going back." Her tone was incredulous, thrilled. Her body was wracked again by a sudden climax as the tip of Kulon's cock pressed against her liver, making her gasp and buck against him, the sudden stimulation of her pussy squeezing and shifting over his shaft enough to set her off. Tears smudged her makeup, but her mind was filled with the light joyous feeling of pure pleasure. Every little twitch and throb of Kulon's cock through her felt like what she'd been waiting for her entire life.

Finally, with only a third of his length left to go, Kulon stopped. Maria was huffing rapidly, lightheaded as she felt her rapid heartbeat against his cock. Barely conscious of anything but how much of her was already a fucktoy, she hadn't felt the increasingly thick width of Kulon's cock stretching her further, even tearing her slit as he continued. Compared to the pain of him forcing through her womb, it was nothing. The pain barely even registered to her compared to the utter joy of having a cock so deep through her body. Now though, he'd hit a more difficult obstacle. Her hips, wide as they were, were not wide enough to permit the last third of his cock to push further. Her pelvis was snug about his shaft, tight as a cockring, her wide spread legs forced to their maximum outward angle.

He considered the problem briefly. Then, without hesitation, Kulon took hold of the bunny's torso beneath the breasts, bent over to kiss her, and drove his cock forward with all the strength in his thick ass. Her pelvis snapped in half like a wishbone, the crack muffled by her curves, two seperate pieces of bone spreading to permit the rest of his shaft easy entry into her body.

The tiny body beneath him spasmed and trembled, and he felt the rhythmic clenching around the lowest part of his shaft that signaled another orgasm. Maria's low scream of pain and happiness was muffled first by his own mouth against hers, then by the tip of his cock shoving up her throat, tearing through her esophagus just below her neck and pushing up and into her mouth.

Straightening, he saw the familiar spiral spike tip of his own manhood emerge as he shifted his hips forward the final few inches. Maria was in a palsy of utter bliss, tears of joy and fulfilled lust streaming down her cheeks as she ran weak hands over her own body, feeling the shape of the cock impaling her, rubbing him through her own stretched throat and distended belly. Her moans were muffled, but constant, coming with each throb of his cock. Her broken pelvis weakened the grip of her legs around his hips, but she held on as best she could.

Maria's mind was awash with a flood of euphoria, pleasure, and aching broken pain. The mortal agony of being totally impaled was nothing compared to the way she kept cumming at the slightest shift, adrenaline and arousal making her so hypersensitive she thought she might cum if Kulon so much as flicked her nipple. This was what she was. Just a fucktoy. A happy, worthless fucktoy about to be used up.

She felt the strong, gentle hands of her lover take hold of her left arm, and she dazedly turned to look, briefly confused but not at all concerned. The motion of her head reminded her of the cock poking up out of her throat and mouth, and she felt a radiant burst of joy and pleasure all along the hot twitching shaft piercing through her.

Kulon gripped her arm tight, then snapped it below the shoulder like a dry twig. Suddenly flooded with pain and euphoria, Maria tried to move, to jerk and thrash and cry out... but she was helpless. The cock inside her kept her from moving, locked around it like a fleshlight. That feeling of helplessness was as sexual to her as the feeling of the cock sliding through her guts and tingling slit, and she moaned out, voice rising in a high pitched cry as her broken limb was torn off by a yank of Kulon's wrist. The bloody stump of her missing arm leaked blood, throbbing as it stained the sheets. The pain of it was oddly detached, and she watched almost calmly as the komodo performed the same amputation on her other arm, first breaking it, then ripping it off.

Armless, she could no longer make even the attempt to stop Kulon from doing anything. Her spine curved as she arched her body, moaning desperately in need. By sliding her own short torso over his shaft, she started to pleasure her killer as well as herself, gasping happily as the entire length of him stroked through her slit, throat, and the clinging viscera in between. Each little movement nudged half a dozen of her vital organs, her breath coming short as one of her lungs was obstructed from fully expanding. All of it made her feel a fluttery sense of anticipation, feeding into her deep-seated need to be the perfect fuckdoll, to give the entirety of herself up to pleasure.

Kulon barely noticed the slutty bunny cumming again as he reached for her oddly-angled leg, gripping the shapely thigh just as he had taken hold of her upper arms. Finding the point of best leverage, he felt his cock pulse within the meat of the rabbit's body before he broke it. The contractions of her following orgasm around his cock were strong enough to feel this time, clinging to the base of his shaft like a squeezing hand. He smiled, putting a hand over her sternum to brace her body while he tore the leg off, tossing it into a pile with the rest of her useless limbs.

Maria moaned desperately, realizing now what Kulon was doing, unable to help but wishing she could. All the ragged edges of her missing limbs were afire with agony, pulsing to the beat of her heart, adding to the flames of her lust. He was removing all the parts of he she didn't need, all the parts of her that didn't help her be the best fuckdoll she could be. It turned her on so much that if she'd still had her arms and he'd handed her a hacksaw, she'd have taken her last leg off herself. Instead, she watched with pained fascination as he broke and removed her final remaining leg, leaving her as just a weakly quivering torso with a cock impaled through her body.

Gentle hands stroked up from her aching hips, teasing along her sensitive sides and over the stumps of her arms. A quivering tension grew in her body, some part of her knowing her time was almost up. Her chest heaved weakly, her half-glazed eyes staring lovingly up at Kulon's reptilian face. A muffled plea came from her cock-stuffed mouth, and she slowly wiggled her body, sliding her hips over his shaft slightly by tensing her abdomen, moving her slit in small circles that made the intrusion inside of her feel like it was stirring up all her vital parts. Shuddering, she came one last time as Kulon's soft scaled fingers took hold of her head, cradling it just below the jawbone. The climax of pleasure was like a buzz of ecstasy that started around the hot boundary between her own body and the cock that had been shoved through it, growing outward to make all that was left of her quiver with the pure pleasure and joy of being used as a cocksleeve.

Before her orgasm ended, Kulon snapped Maria's neck with a quick jerk, giving the happy rabbit no warning before ending her life with a sharp snap. Spasming as her broken spine quickly ended her life, Maria's face and body twitched separately, each in paroxysms of ecstasy. Suddenly unable to restrain his lust, Kulon thrust his cock through the sticky slick meat of her body, making the limbless torso of Maria's corpse bounce on the bed as he ruined its insides with rough, uncaring strokes. Her still-warm organs were torn to shreds as he took his pleasure from the snuffed slut, claws tearing her breasts as he gripped them like handles, his spiky cockhead popping out her her mouth over and over, breaking her jaw and popping out one buck tooth as it slammed uncontrolled through her mouth. Red stained the sheets surrounding her as his violent motion forced blood to leak from every wound on her small, broken frame.

Finally, with a shuddering groan, Kulon came. Burying his cock halfway into her, he pumped his thick seed directly into the sloppy mess of her abdominal cavity, blood and sticky juices making the exposed base of his cock shine as it flexed with each rope of cum shooting through it. The rush of pleasure with each shot of cum made him feel utterly satisfied, watching the belly of the dead rabbit bloat with cum, rounding out as if he'd impregnated her corpse. Finally, it popped, bursting with a soft ripping sound that left cum oozing out through torn stomach muscles, leaking from her still-grinning mouth. A final twitch ran through her as he pulled out, and the two spirits that had lingered in her dead flesh finally departed, both of them filled with happy satisfaction.

When Diah next found herself aware of her surroundings, the world was full of flickering light and silently falling rain. High in the sky, droplets passed through her ghostly form like little cold fish darting through her flesh. It filled her with shivery feelings of how other things had gone through her, teeth and buckshot and Kulon's cock. Already knowing what she wanted, she let herself drift for a moment, trying to capture that meditative mindset that would lead her to her next snuff soulmate. Yet before she could even reach halfway towards success, she found herself suddenly interrupted.

With a cracking roar and a light that would have blinded mortal eyes, lightning struck through her. On its rapid track to the ground, it sizzled through her ethereal spine, sending a thrill through her close to the feeling of having flesh. She spasmed in the sky, feeling the closest thing to an orgasm she'd ever experienced without flesh, her entire being suddenly hot and energized. Her body buzzed vibrantly, and she found herself screaming as she came down from the sudden, unexpected high.

Gasping and laughing with her silent voice, she swirled around the sky, the electric feeling slowly fading as she drifted slowly lower. The afterglow of radiant joy from being snuffed and struck by literal lightning had her feeling like she hadn't a care in the world, smiling upward and enjoying her undeath. As the little piercing kisses of the raindrops started to become noticeable once more, she imagined them clinging to her charged spirit, filling her up and drowning her entire soul in a suffocating suffusion of happiness.

Wishing she could feel the rain soaking her skin, hoping lighting would strike twice, Diah slowly tipped her mind out of the bounds of conscious thought. Her desires flowed through her and pulled her along through the storm, and despite the continuous flashes and booms, there were no further incidents. Carried by the swirling clouds for many hours and miles, she experienced the thunderstorm until it became only a weak rain, still slicing through her without stopping. Still she floated on, trusting her powers to lead her true.

It was night again when her nearly mindless contemplation of the rainclouds was interrupted by her suddenly sailing through a closed window. The change in scenery from sky to ceiling brought her out of her trance, bringing Diah's mind back to reality as she spun and looked about, getting her bearings.

She was in a bedroom, dimly lit by light spilling beneath the hallway door. Looking about, she thought the decor suggested that it belonged to a girl just beginning to grow up a little. Old dolls sat beside a gaming console, two controllers in colored pink and green plugged into it. A training bra dangled out of a hamper, some makeup supplies messily scattered atop an adjacent dresser. Two identically cushy high backed wheeled chairs were positioned before a desk, spaced apart to let the occupants have elbow room. Two laptop computers charged upon the desktop, and Diah absently pondered what sort of girl needed a spare.

As her gaze came upon the bed, she understood. Sleeping there, she found two little hummingbird girls, twins with dark blue plumage. Both were in their panties only, the sheets kicked off on the warm muggy night. One wore green, the other pink, their feathery arms wrapped about each other and budding chests pressed together. Against their soft downy feathers, Diah saw the light color of their puffy nipples touching, identical in shade between the two twins.

Pausing above their bed, she wondered if she'd drifted in here only by chance. These girls seemed pure and innocent, despite their naked embrace. Seeing them slumbering so peacefully, it was hard for her to imagine they might have the same sorts of urges that had driven Caroline and Maria.

Glancing over to the computers, she drifted to the desk, forgetting herself for a moment as she tried to tap the touchpad to waken it. Just as she thought how stupid of an idea that was, given her ghostliness and ability to drift through things, she felt a light tingling in her invisible fingers. Like a current passing through her, a tiny piece of the lightning that had filled her up with light and joy. After a hesitation, she swiped her fingertips, and the screen woke up.

A scene from one of her own old favorite snuff flicks was autoplaying on the screen, speakers on mute while a bovine woman smiled, slicing her own breasts off onto a plate. The lactating nipple of one breast grew hard as she turned the other into thick cuts of meat, and Diah felt the flush of arousal start to grow in her once again. Suddenly excited, she touched the other laptop, and it lit to show an illustrated comic about a girl taking a drug that made pain into pleasure, stabbing herself to death on a stage.

As young as these girls were, somehow they'd already cultivated an extreme taste that had taken Diah an extra decade to come to. The idea thrilled her in a way she hadn't known she enjoyed, and she looked back at the two seemingly innocent birds, already thinking about how she could possibly take them both.

To her brief startlement, she saw one of the two had her eyes open. Bleary blue irises seemed to grow as the sleepy bird's pupils shrank in the face of the bright laptop screen, her eyes narrowing and blinking repeatedly in confusion. As she saw what was on the screens, she suddenly started upright, scrambling over her twin to reach the laptops.

The other girl woke with a groan, gently pushing her sister away. "We already did it twice," she mumbled, not even opening her eyes. "In the morning, ok?"

"Not that, Sam!" The first twin's whisper was frantic. "Someone saw our computers! The screens woke me, we left the pages open!" She finally made it over the feathery barrier, stumbling onto her feet and quickly crossing towards the computers.

"What!" All the sleepiness left Sam's voice in an instant, the word a panicked half-chirp as her feathers puffed out. Diah didn't get to hear her next question, smiling at the other girl walking towards the computers. Towards her.

Opening her arms, she readied herself for the possession, emptying her mind to receive the memories. Another step. One more...

Suddenly, she was inside the hummingbird girl. Had become her. Lucy. The first of the two twins to discover porn, sharing it with her sister as she'd shared everything in life. Closer than any two people either the twins or Diah had ever known, they'd browsed the debauchery available online with wide eyes and quickly developing interests, learning how to touch themselves and each other from what they saw in videos and pictures.

Eventually it had become a nightly ritual for them to 'help each other masturbate', fingers plunging into each others pussies while they stifled their moans so their parents wouldn't wake and punish their naughtiness. Bondage had excited both of them, and soon they'd begun to practice tying each other up, gags and light choking coming not after. They fell in love, both with the thrill and increasingly with each other. Their sisterly bond knitted tighter as they shared their first orgasms, took each others virginities, learned how to make love in their shared bed.

It took them some time to work their way up to snuff, but their eagerness to try new things hurried them on. Soon they were having whispered conversations before bed, planning how they'd commit the sexiest snufficide they could one day, not even planning to wait until they graduated high school. Of course, they knew they would need a boy's help to do it properly. After all, they couldn't snuff each other, since one would have to die first. Exactly which one would get snuffed before the other was a topic of friendly argument, often bickered over in seductive tones while they snuggled in bed after sex. But when it came to the method of death, they both knew what they each wanted. Sam wanted to get fucked underwater until she passed out and drowned, or even better, forced to struggle and choke down water while she came. Lucy, meanwhile, just wanted to be fried. Electrocution, either in a chair or with a fatal current from some other source, so long as she went feeling that deadly tingle pulsing through her.

Distracted by taking in these almost romantic fantasies about the perfect deaths these two had planned out, Diah didn't fully grip the reins of Lucy's body until her twin was worriedly shaking her sister's shoulder, speaking her name repeatedly.

"Lucy, Lucy! Hey, it'll be alright. We can explain to mom and dad that it must be like, a virus. Don't worry. They wouldn't believe..." Sam's small beak parted for the next word, and Lucy pressed forward, kissing her sister with a surprising joy and passion. Somehow, she suddenly understood the day they'd both wanted for so long was about to arrive. Something in her whispered that all the pleasure and pain and glorious torment of the videos, and more, would soon be theirs.

Sam was breathless by the time she broke the kiss. "Oh... Well, maybe one more time..." she murmured, hummingbird heart thrilling rapidly against Lucy's own chest. "M-maybe not the best time, but... for luck."

Grinning, Diah ground the preteen's chest with her own, murmuring to her with a depth of seduction the young birds had yet to learn. "More than once more... but not here, sis. I gotta tell you something. Something big." Blinking to gather her thoughts, Lucy continued, "We're gonna die. We're gonna get it. Tonight. I just learned how, and I'm going for it. I can't really... explain... but you can trust me, Sam. You know what I want, and know I know what you want. It's out there, and I know where."

Stepping back from her sister, Lucy began to root through a dresser, quickly putting on the bare minimum of decency for this time of night. A tight tanktop that showed her hard nipples, pink like her panties, and shorts that covered her thin legs barely halfway to the knee. Slipping into flip flops, she met her twin's confused stare.

"What... what do you mean? How could you know? Lucy, don't tease me like this." She stomped her foot, childishly petulant. "Getting me all worked up at this time of night. Oh, your fingers are gonna be cramping before I'm satisfied. Now I'm all hot thinking about... water... me all submerged and struggling, but someone holding me down..." Her anger seemed to fade, and a shiver when through her body, feathers puffing out for a moment. "Would you be ok to choke me a little, while-"

Diah snapped at her, barely keeping her voice soft. "No, I mean it! Real snuff! Real guy! The real deal, Sam. Actually dying. Tonight." It was so much harder to convince someone when you weren't possessing them, she was finding out. Forcing herself into calm, she took a breath, then reached for her sister's hand. Looking lovingly into her eyes, she cooed to her. "Please, come with me. You'll see. I'm not teasing."

There was a long moment in the dark, only the colored light of snuff pornography on the screens illuminating their identical faces as they looked at one another. Sam's beak gaped slightly, becoming slowly convinced by her sister's serious, unwavering gaze. "O-ok... ok. But, if you're pulling my leg, I'll... jeez, you'll owe me a month of extra orgasms. I'm so fucking wet now, shit." Cussing with the deliberate casualness only young people new to the art can manage, she slipped into a sundress that had been lying on the ground by the hamper. Returning to take her sister's hand, she asked, "How are we gonna get there?"

"We'll sneak out, grab a bus. Hold on, let me leave a note." Going to her computer, Lucy quickly opened a simple text editor and typed 'Going to get snuffed. Don't look for us, we're dying happy. Get pregnant again, you're great parents, we just ended up being total perverts by accident. Love you both, from Lucy and Sam.' It was a bit direct, but it'd keep them from fretting, she thought.

With that settled, she smiled at Sam, then quietly lead her out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the house. Lucy's memories lead them to a bus stop that still ran at this hour, and they waited a few minutes before one arrived, taking them into the city. Diah's memories told them when to get off the bus, walking a block to the next stop and hopping on a bus just before it left. The little bird girl felt a tingle, knowing suddenly this bus would take her straight to the man that would snuff her. A big lizardy looking guy with a cock that could break her in half. Kulon. The name echoed with a love something like what she had for her sister, and she sighed happily, pulling Sam closer.

"Lucy," her sister whispered, the two of them alone in the back of the bus. "I'm kinda scared, to be out like this this late... but super excited too." It was true, the stain in her panties showing even through the dress. "I can't get my fantasy out of my head... will you get me off, before we arrive? I'll do you, too, if you like. If there's time. I'll feel a lot better, calmer too."

Diah smiled at the nervous little hummingbird, then gave her a deep kiss. Her fingers slid into Sam's panties, starting to play with her with the experience of an adult woman, mixed with Lucy's own intimate knowledge of her sister's sensitivities.

By the time they arrived at the right stop, Sam had cum twice, Lucy once. Their panties were left beneath the seats, forgotten as they departed. Naked beneath their clothes, their wet, warmed pussies ached for the main event, lending a quickness to their steps as they urgently approached their deaths. Rain sprinkled their feathers as they walked hand in hand down Baker Street, passing house after house without stopping.

Finally, Lucy halted, looking strangely across the road at a green house. Number 12.

"I think that's it," she said to Sam, squeezing her twin's hand. "One way or another, we're about to know when we're gonna die. Tonight, or when we always planned." Her heart began to thrill, suddenly filled with the certainty that it would be the former. They looked both ways, then crossed the street together, striding up the driveway towards the door.

It opened before they reached it, a lithe, handsome komodo dragon stepping out into the rain to greet them. His flat-topped head wore a face expressing quiet incredulity, bare chest gleaming in the outdoor light as water sprinkled over it. Thick ass contained in a pair of simple jeans, he looked the two nervous girls up and down as they approached, their own clothes soaked through to expose their prepubescent bodies as the cloth clung to them.

"Two little birds," Kulon murmured, once they were in earshot. "Which of you is, uh... possessed. By my dead girlfriend, I mean."

Lucy raised her hand instantly, arm trembling slightly. "Me, I am. I knew how to get here, somehow. I, uh. Knew what'd happen to us, too." She gulped, suddenly shy, anxious before this older man. "We both are... really excited, mister. I hope it's ok, us being so young." Sam gave her a strange glance, and Lucy whispered to her. "Don't worry, it's still me, sis. I just... kinda got this feeling, like a voice in me telling me stuff. I guess it's a ghost. The ghost of his girlfriend, who died after he did to her what he's going to do to us. They've done this before, I think."

Kulon ignored the whispers, instead stepping through the door, gesturing them in. "Come in out of the rain. You'll be too busy sneezing to enjoy yourselves, otherwise. It's fine, your age. As long as you know what you want..." His eyes lingered on their backsides as they trotted in, tight young asses shown off equally well by the shorts and sundress. "Well, I don't mind either way. Meat is meat."

Both of the girls moaned softly, squeezing each other's hands at the words. It was the first affirmation they'd gotten that they were really about to have their fantasies fulfilled. That they wouldn't live to go home again. Both of their hearts started to beat faster, the excitement taking hold as they walked further into the house.

Pausing in the living room Kulon had once shared with Diah, Lucy felt a wave of deja vu, shivering at a thousand foreign memories of being fucked on that couch. The recollection triggered a larger understanding, and she suddenly knew exactly where each room in the house was located, and more or less what was inside them. Gasping softly, she looked back at Kulon as he came up behind them, two strong hands covering one of each girl's small, delicate shoulders.

"The basement," she whispered to him, eyes bright with lust. "That's where we should go... To drown Sam, my sister, and to shock me until my heart..." Shuddering, she rested her head against his forearm, nuzzling it as she sighed lovingly. "Stops."

Kulon's fingers caressed them slowly, and Lucy saw Sam starting to relax, the two orgasms earlier helping to calm her as the strange man slipped his fingers through the neck of her sundress. Soon the little blue hummingbird was cooing and moaning in pleasure, eyelids fluttering as her hard nipples were teased with wicked claws.

"If that's how you want it," he komodo murmured, his hardening cock showing in tight profile against his jeans. "I've always been the sort to spoil children." Bending at the knees, he suddenly scooped up Sam, cradling her against his chest in a way that Diah recognized. She remembered experiencing it as herself, and as Maria. Sam was treated to the firmness of his chest against her cheek, warm muscles and rough skin providing a pleasant surface to lean against while Kulon did the heavy lifting. Seeming half-drunk with arousal, the little bird smiled sweetly up at him, cooing happily while her crotch soaked against his palm.

"Come on," he murmured to Lucy. "I was turned on before you even got here. Suppose I was expecting someone like you to show up. You're spoiling me, Diah."

"Get used to it," Lucy said automatically, then gave his thick ass a playful spank, something she'd never even had an urge to do in her entire young life. Blushing suddenly at her own boldness, she went quiet, following behind Kulon as they went downstairs into the basement.

Breathing in the scent of still air and concrete, she was happy to see her new memories had lead her right. Besides the washer and dryer, the furnace and water heater, she and Kulon had never had much use for their extensive basement. But there were other things down here, appliances and fixtures that they didn't often make use of. Not many, for the basement was mostly open space, but there were a couple she had remembered vividly.

Going to one wall, Lucy found a miniature plastic swimming pool leaning upright against a beam. Pulling it down, she saw it was only a couple feet deep, the diameter barely wide enough for Kulon to sit inside with legs extended. It'd been cheap, and a nice way to cool down on hotter days. Now it would serve a naughtier purpose, as Sam was already realizing.

Setting the pool in the center of the room, Lucy took a dusty hose lead from a spigot she'd never recalled using before in Diah's lifetime. To her small relief, twisting the handle made water come out, and she set the end of the hose in the pool to start filling it. Sam's eyes were wide, her chest visibly rising and falling with rapid breaths, an anxious, excited smile on her face.

"Me first?" she asked, trying to contain her joy. "After all the times we talked about it... decided just like that, did you Lucy?" Her tone seemed an attempt at being playful, but her inner desire shone through, and soon she wriggled against Kulon, grinding her slit slowly over his palm. He helped her, taking her beak in his hand and turning it toward him for a kiss, one thick finger and claw slipping slowly into her virgin pussy. The hummingbird shuddered, expressing her ecstasy in a high pitched chirp, experiencing her first kiss from a boy with all the passion and pleasure she could have ever asked for.

Stripping slowly out of her tanktop and shorts as she watched the intimate makeout, Lucy shivered in the slight chill of the underground room, nipples perking up and throbbing lightly with the rapid beat of her heart. Wetness tricked down her thin leg, and she left the pool to fill as her sister squirmed and whimpered against Kulon's lips.

In one corner of the basement, a workbench with a few drawers sat beneath a thin film of dust, various pieces of heavy duty tools surrounding it. Diah picked up a red box by its top mounted handle, almost stumbling and falling from its weight, disoriented by the weakness of her 11 year old body. Behind it, a metal clamp with sharp teeth and insulated handles dangled from a cord, a small nozzle gun hanging next to it from a hose.

Kulon hadn't used this welding machine in months, telling Diah it had some problem she didn't understand, perhaps to do with the gas regulator. She'd gotten him a new one for his birthday, and he'd preferred it ever since. Luckily, she didn't want it for any sort of welding. Her eyes were locked on that dangling clamp, running over the sharp textured teeth and electric cord. Bringing it over to the half-full pool, Lucy plugged it in a nearby outlet, trembling slightly as she imagined she could feel the electricity buzzing through the cord to the machine.

With her own death ready and waiting for her, she turned to Kulon and Sam, smiling to see Sam now sitting upon Kulon's cock like it was a pony, her light bird body supported by his hands beneath her arms, thumbs rubbing at her stiff nipples while she panted. The top of his shaft was slick with her wetness, the spiral-pattern spikes at the tip of his dick dripping with a mixture of his own precum and pussy juice dribbling down from Sam's soaking slit. Watching the pool fill, her sister slowly ground her hips along the thick, throbbing shaft, letting out quiet moans as she was pleasured.

Finally, with her own slit dripping a puddle between her feet, Lucy turned the faucet off, tugging the hose out of the filled kiddy pool. Kulon lowered his head, scaly muzzle pressing to Sam's cheek in a kiss as he whispered to her in a seductive growl.

"This cock's going to break you while you drown, little bird."

Giving his hips a teasing thrust, he made to put her down, then paused in surprise as Sam suddenly cried out, quivering as her toes trembled in midair. Squirt drizzled onto the ground as her pussy convulsed against Kulon's shaft, body going slack within his grip. It was the most powerful orgasm Lucy had ever seen her sister have, and she panted in envy, kneeling down and rubbing herself as the scent of sex filled the air more strongly.

"Little slut..." Kulon murmured, sounding halfway impressed. "You really are a virgin. Good thing you're not about to die as one."

With the little blue hummingbird still trembling in his arms, the powerful komodo went to his knees, suddenly plunging her face beneath the water. Her muffled scream gurgled through the liquid, her body twitching in shock at the cold wetness soaking her plumage. Yet once her mind caught up, she didn't struggle, holding her breath as she lifted her ass up in the air invitingly, her glistening pink slit seeming tiny in comparison to the monster cock Kulon held twitching between her thighs.

Instead of breaking her instantly, Kulon brought her back up, smacked her, put her back under. She thrashed, and Lucy saw her chest heave and cough, bubbles coming up around her face. The clawed grip dragged her up again, and she began to sputter, not even having time to inhale before she was dunked again. In the time she was above the water her expression was briefly visible, a beatific smile adorning her waterlogged face. Water splashed over Lucy during the next plunge back down, making her shiver from the cold water over her nipples.

After a few more dunkings, splashes echoing through the mostly empty concrete room, Kulon finally held the girl under. Her lungs already half-full of water, her body in an instinctive panic after not getting enough oxygen, thinking it was already drowning. She fought, trying to push her way up, all while her hips bucked to try and get Kulon's cock slammed into her. Her desperation for air was matched only by her desperate need to cum, the scent of her arousal reaching Lucy even at the other side of the pool. Her own fingers circled her clit more slowly now, holding herself on the edge, pacing herself to cum with her sister.

A final cascade of bubbles billowed up from Sam's submerged beak, and Kulon suddenly twisted her body, flipping it over and sliding her further into the pool until only her hips hung over the edge. Sam's eyes were wide, chest heaving desperately, but despite nearly a minute and a half of drowning she was still conscious. Lucy saw her form the words, weak legs spreading apart, showing her hard, twitching clit and the stickiness between her thighs. 'Please,' her sister begged silently, having no air to even say the words through the muffling liquid.

Kulon reached into the water, wrapping his hands around the little hummingbird's throat. Then, squeezing slightly, he pulled himself forward, pressing his cock harder and harder against her virgin slit. A few spines slipped in, then the tip. Sam's face seemed bluer than usual, her eyes reddening, but her expression was one of building pleasure, near ecstasy.

With a wet sound of tearing flesh, Kulon slammed in the first five inches of his cock, completely filling Sam's tight slit to the limit. Blood dribbled into the water as the impact shoved her hips off the edge of the pool, and both of Sam's hands pinched her nipples hard, mouth open in a silent cry of orgasm. Then, she thrashed once. Blood and juices squirted around the shaft inside her, her eyes locking onto Lucy's blurry face. Lucy twitched her fingers, gasping breathlessly as she came, having forgotten to breathe as she watched her sister.

Kulon drew back, and slammed in once more. Sam convulsed, spine arching as she thrashed again. She closed her eyes. Then, slumping against the pool, she died, a content smile on her young face.

Still buried deep in her sister, Kulon began to rut with sudden violence, breaking the meat of her sister's corpse to drive his shaft in far enough to satisfy him. With a simple flick of his gaze, he commanded Lucy to come to him, and she scrambled to obey, stumbling on legs weak from her climax. She handed him the welding clip, the cord extending long enough for him to easily use on her, kneeling as she begged.

"Please, Kulon," she moaned, quivering as she looked at his cock, bloody shaft buried to the balls in her dead twin. It was too easy to imagine it was herself. "Shock me with that thing till my heart stops. Burn me, make me forget where I am, make me so I can't even move I'm so-"

Cutting off her pointless pleading, Kulon swung her sister out of the pool with a twist of his hips, slamming her dead body onto the ground. Still fucking it, he grabbed Lucy by the throat and dragged her over her sister's corpse, lying her on it like a morbid marriage bed. The still-hard nipples of her twin pressed into the feathers of her back, and she felt the shape of Kulon's cock moving through her, making her tremble as she gazed up at him. His hand was still around her throat, but only holding lightly, the other digits wrapped around that beautiful clamp.

Watching it descend down to her nipple, her breath quickened until she was nearly hyperventilating. Fully expecting to scream, Lucy inhaled just before the bare metal edge clipped onto her hard, sensitive nub.

Instead, she found herself paralyzed. Her body went rigid in a rictus of pain that forced every muscle to convulse, limbs quivering as the current flowed through her wet feathers and sister's waterlogged corpse. Her lungs couldn't move, breath held within them, burning to get out. Sweetest of all was the agony, the searing burning buzzing aching pain that lanced through every organ, every muscle, filled her up with a sort of fire that made every nerve ending sing. Her pussy convulsed, bladder letting go, piss streaming onto the concrete while she came over and over, unable to stop, the electricity searing a pleasure through her body that couldn't be resisted.

Then it ended, and she screamed. Her shaking body slumped, tears leaking down her cheeks as she sobbed in ragged gasps. Her nipple was blackened, the smell of cooked bird in the air as a wisp of smoke trailed up from the ruined flesh and charred feathers. The thump of her heart restarting surprised her, not realizing it had stopped.

"Kiss me," she begged her torturer, still able to feel his rapid fucking of the corpse beneath her. Rough lips and a mouth full of sharp teeth pressed against her beak, and she finally was able to open her eyes, tears blurring her vision to uselessness. The closeness of him helped her realize how extensive the damage of that shock had been. The left half of her chest where the clamp had been was totally numb around the nipple, extending into the throbbing ache of deep burns around the totally cooked area. Her left arm felt like it was missing, the only painless part of her besides the charred area, and she had trouble breathing as she tried to inhale through her nose. It made her dizzy, and every part of her that wasn't hurting throbbed to the arrhythmic beat of her heart.

"I love you, " she murmured, blinking tears away as Kulon pulled back. "Shock me again... over and over, till I'm-"

The clamp bit into her clit. Her orgasm was instant this time, like a switch being flipped. From nothing to utter pleasure and ecstasy, forcing her spine to arch and pussy muscles to clench so tight they cramped. Juices squirted out in a spray that coated Kulon's belly, and she screamed hoarsely as her lungs contracted, forcing the air out in a rush that left her keening silently. How long the current lanced from her clit through her body, she didn't know. It was a timeless moment of her body being consumed in buzzing heat, of her muscles not reacting to her commands, of her dead twin's body being fucked beneath her.

It ended, and she barely made a sound. The exhaustion of two electrocutions left her stunned, eyes staring almost blankly upward, almost wondering if she was dead. But she couldn't be... she went away when she died. Went up into the sky to die again and again, to give Kulon a new body to snuff her in.

A smile slowly spread over her lips, and she breathed in. Tried to move. It was no good. Her body responded only with pain, making her whimper and moan even if she attempted to raise her head. Lucy called out, suddenly knowing that she couldn't cum again, that she as too far gone to live much longer.

"Kulon, love... put me in the tub. Drop the clamp in after me. Ok?"

His answer came in a sticky rope of semen, sticking to her lips as he unloaded onto her. Her charred, paralyzed little body must've been an enticing sight, especially displayed next to her drowned twin. Imagining it, she smiled, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the warmth and scent of Kulon's seed pumping over her broken body. Licking some of it up, she held it on her tongue as she felt him pick her up, the feeling of flying in the sky as a ghost coming to her in a moment of deja vu as she was lifted.

Then the water was cold around her, and she shivered slightly. Swallowing the cum, she settled back, relaxing as she readied herself for her death. She could hear nothing but the sound of the water around her, the quiet, unsteady thumping of her heart.

It came like the lightning arcing through her. There was a flash, a moment of stillness. Blindness, paralysis, numbness. The sound of her heart stuttered, freezing in her chest while clenched as tight as a fist. She felt nothing, yet still knew her body must be dying, convulsing violently in the current. The same joy and near-orgasm she'd experienced in the storm returned to her, and Lucy's body became Lucy's corpse, the happy little girl soaring into the sky with Diah to rejoin her waiting sister, both twins disappearing in a mixture of love and lust and happiness.

As she started to fade into her unconscious afterglow, Diah's spirit smiled, floating over the house she'd first awoken above. So long as she existed, she knew she would continue this, bringing snuff sluts to her beloved and brutal Kulon. As many times as she could do it, as fast as she could find them.

Diah would have as many deaths as she could ever want.