Is it Thursday? Must be Mid-Fuck!

[simplememes]

Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?

In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.

THE RULES:

1. Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
2. Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
3. Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck!
4. Keep going and finish the act.
5. Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
6. Have fun!

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[dragon_blossom]

Thinking she was ready to be gut-fucked didn't mean she actually was, in any capacity, ready for it. A hole in her body, seared close enough to shut to keep her alive for a little while; a raw cock sliding into her slender little belly, pushing her guts around. Umi moaned weakly, vision still spinning and turning, blurred, but coming back into focus as her body... sort of adjusted. The pain wasn't so much of a blur that she couldn't feel every thrust distinctly, and god, did it hurt.

Swallowing, she focused her eyes on Reaver. "M-more." More painful, more depraved. He was already a sick fuck for doing a girl as young as her, and then blowing a hole in her and sticking his dick in it? Of course, depraved was practically Umi's sexual orientation at this point, and her gasping breaths spoke of arousal. "So... big... ...fuck... fuck me up... please..."

[dragonstomper48]

He reached down with one hand, grabbing hold of one of the metal dildos, each half used in the evening, that littered the bed. Taking it, he pushed it back up and into her body, thrusting it hard into her body while his cock hammered the abused, unnatural hole. He gripped her by the head, hair clutched in his fingers while he forced her back to look into his eyes.

"It almost sounds like my dear has finally admitted it. She wants to be broken beyond recognition," he said, starting to angle up somewhat. The pressure built, making it harder to breathe as he hit the apex of each thrust.

[dragon_blossom]

Breathing harshly, moaning, as husky as her teenage voice could get, she focused on Reaver's cruel eyes - while he destroyed her body. The tugging on her hair hardly stood out in the face of a thick cock in her abdomen, or that dildo slamming into her, making her squirm and kick a bit, moans rising as he worked it into her. Her whole being was consumed with pain and pleasure, her voice cracking; Reaver was her entire world. She was desperate for more sensation.

Anything. Everything. "...I'm yours... yours... to destroy... god..." she whimpered, tears streaking her face. Her stomach churned from the pressure placed it on as Reaver fucked her, face going paler, and a little greenish.

[dragonstomper48]

He could see the greenish tint to her features, the way that she was reacting. The angle shifted and the sensation of him plowing such that her guts, her breathing was impeded and it almost felt like she was getting fuller and then less so between his thrusts. He sneered when she said that, reaching up to fondle her breast once more while he stared down and into her eyes, the dildo inside of her buzzing now, a lewd addition.

"You say that like you almost don't expect to survive tonight...," he hinted, his lips pulled back into a wicked sneer. "Like you almost crave to die such a horrid death that they all stare aghast at your body. No open caskets for you, eh my pretty little strumpet?"

[dragon_blossom]

Oh, that was not improving her nausea situation at all; her stomach was pushed up against, and the sheer shock to her system mingled with the wildly inappropriate arousal and that simple physical pressure was really doing her no favors. Her stomach was thankfully mostly empty, but her eyes shot wide open as she turned her head to the side, retching, once, then vomiting beside herself, shivering as she expelled what little there was in her stomach. Even with Reaver pulling on her hair, she made a bit of a mess, just from how much there was; he was really, truly destroying her. All the same, her tits and her pussy were both incredibly sensitive, and the shock going through her brought a grim smile to her lips.

Death. Horrific. Gruesome. The kind that would really... mess up her friends and family. "...maybe... torn to pieces... for fun? Is that... can that be a thing?" she asked, gasping, her body shaking, the taste of bile still filling her mouth.

[dragonstomper48]

Seeing her wretch, it was hardly the most attractive thing, and yet it said so much about how much of an effect he was having on her. Reaver shuddered, and she could feel the heat of wet seed spilling into her guts, mingling with the blood and the twisted knot that as the wound he was abusing. His eyes got a nasty look at her suggestion and he grabbed for her hand. Both of his hands freed her from his grip while he held her hand on the table, taking hold of a knife.

One smooth, careful jab down, going between the bones of her hand, in the palm, and he was pulling out, taking the wounded, bloody arm by the wrist and bringing it down towards his crotch. "Mmm, you really do want me to destroy you, do you?"

[dragon_blossom]

It sure didn't feel sexy, but when she was being destroyed, not everything was going to be sexy regardless of how she felt about the whole experience. Umi felt something hot shooting into her guts - if only because they were just a little less hot than they should be with how badly damaged they were - and shuddered at the knowledge that he'd left his seed inside of her. God, that was kind of amazing, that he could cum inside of her without worry... so deep inside.

Gasping for breath, her pussy dripping wet now, she was unable to resist as he grabbed her. "Ah... so much cum..." she muttered, as she watched curiously - and then screamed when he slammed the knife into her hand, short but sharp. Her breathing spiked at the fresh injury as she stared up at him. He was really... willing to kill her. She'd be dead. Gone. A broken toy he could discard like... meaningless refuse.

"...do it," she whispered. She'd die, or live utterly broken... "My flesh... blood... every organ... is your plaything."

[dragonstomper48]

Her hand was forced down as he pulled his cock out, and the hole was used almost immediately afterwards. Bones pushed to the side and groaned in agony while it plunged through the hole he'd just carved, blood covering like a sick lube that would do no good in the long run, all seconds before he plunged into her again. He reached up and tilted her head back, forcing it so that she couldn't see him as he thrusted into her body. The feel of the knife there, below her voice box, was obvious. It was a knick, nothing more, but a hint and a warning.

"You're oozing it," he said, tauntingly. "White and red oozing down from the wound. But I always ngh... enjoyed a good handjob, don't you?" The knife bit, cutting into her throat but not slicing. It punched a small hole a second before he reached for the poker again. It was crude, but she could feel the white hot heat forming a stoma, a hole right into her throat, below her larynx.

He would carve holes into her until she was a pin-cushion of places to fuck.

[dragon_blossom]

That was one way to... get a handjob. Yeah. There was no way that didn't scratch a little bit, honestly, even as small and fragile as the bones in her hand were; not that Reaver ever seemed to care. It was all about her, destroying her, disassembling her, using her however the two of them pleased; her hand ached and twitched, the thrusts sending burning spikes of pain up through her arm, into her shoulder and neck.

That wasn't the only pain in the neck apparently. "Nn. ...red's not exactly my... color... but I like it right now," were not exactly her last words, but she wasn't doing much beyond gurgling as he carefully sliced into her throat. Small, even delicate, and very precise, leaving a, uh, very useful hole, seared shut.

[dragonstomper48]

He seemed to be coping with any roughness as his cock rammed up into her already wrecked, damaged and beautiful body. He didn't slow it while he carved the hole in her throat. His lips moved in to kiss and flick his tongue over it. Breathing and speaking would be hard... but not entirely impossible, at least faintly. But it was all too easy now to make use of it, angled just below where she would choke, allowing her throat to take in air even as he soon fucked her in it.

He pulled out, though not removing her hand, forcing her to her knees in front of him and gripping her by the head. A fistful of hair and she could feel herself being angled, feel the cock pushing in, right down and underneath the collarbone. He sneered at her, eyes lurid as it looked like he was nearly coming again.

"They say the blood turns black when mixed with the wrong fluids from a ruptured organ," he whispered. "Perhaps some of your blood will not be so much red, mmm?" And, as he said it, his free hand reached out for her other arm, gripping it by the wrist and pulling it taut. "I believe your words... tear me limb from limb?"

[dragon_blossom]

It already felt like she was... pretty much screwed. Oh, sure, magic could still patch her up quite a bit, the gaping holes in her torso and throat, but Umi was... really, ready to die for Reaver. For herself, for a sick sexual thrill for the both of them. Her breaths were labored and raspy and she could taste a bit of copper in the back of her mouth, but it was scorched enough to not kill her as quickly as a massive hole in the neck usually would. Good for her.

Umi's eyes looked up at Reaver weakly as he grabbed at her, yanking her around with an awful choked gasp that sprayed a few faint drops of blood. Every hole he made in her was for his dick; hopefully she'd survive this one to see where else he planned on fucking her. There was no sexual pleasure strictly speaking from a gaping wound, but being used was a fabulous aphrodisiac for Umi; being treated as a disposable sex toy. Of course the fascinating taboo of being literally ripped apart in the process was high on her list as well.

Tears staining her cheeks, she smiled at Reaver, and nodded as he pulled on her arm - talking with a cock shoved into her was even harder.

[dragonstomper48]

He couldn't pound at this angle, not the way he had before. However, he could never the less go in for a strange, surreal tightness he'd never felt before. The palm of her ruined hand pressed up against her own throat as she was effectively forced to stare up at him. With each motion, he strained more and more on her other arm, to the point where it popped out of socket.

That dislocation was far from the end of it. It became painfully obvious he wouldn't have the raw power to simply rip it out, but as he thrust in, he took hold of his pistol and hovered it over her arm, right where she could see it, just at the corner. He filled the chamber once again, setting it to the cleft of her elbow and pointing down.

No words, no warning this time. The trigger was pulled as she felt his seed practically filling into her stomach. Now, it would likely rip apart very easily... what with the sundered bone in the hole.

[dragon_blossom]

What a bizarre sensation - a difficult one to describe. There was still pain, sure. Lots of it, in her neck, in the gaping hole in her torso, the arm he was pulling on, her hand, enough that a normal girl would've long since passed out by now. It was the pressure, the unnatural feeling that almost made her nauseous again, as well as the fact that she was still conscious and aware and awake enough to process that he'd stabbed a hole in her neck to fuck. She was just... flesh now. Crying, smiling, thinking and barely breathing flesh, but she was also whatever holes, as many holes, as Reaver felt like fucking.

Her arm popped out of the socket; normally, a painful and slow to heal injury, the kind that could permanently put her fencing career out of commission just from falling behind. That wasn't even the start of what she was in for, though, and she winced at the bang, before turning her eyes, straining, to look at what was left of her shoulder.

Oh.

It hurt.

It really fucking hurt, and she shuddered, almost convulsing, as waves of pain and the sight of her arm being ripped free hit her full force, followed very closely by the sticky heat - tingling, burning in her wound - shot out into her neck, and down her throat, and into her gut. She'd swallowed some semen here and there but never like this...

[dragonstomper48]

He reached out, taking gunpowder and pouring it into the wound. More semen pumped through the hole, going everywhere as a spark ignited the powder and cauterized the wound in her arm with a vicious, agonizing flash. She wouldn't bleed out from that, but she could see the ruined stump, the result that guaranteed the arm was gone and never being re-attached. He allowed that to sink in while he took her arm and smiled, using her own hand to carress her cheek.

"And now... let's put your body to good use, mmm?" The idea of what was coming was probably pretty easy to guess. She got to feel him, not pulling out of her throat but leaning over. There was no sight of it, but fingers were pressing to her backdoor, prying her already used anus. Two... warm, masculine, working it around and then three... no, four. They were feminine... they were hers. With a bit of effort, they were clenched into a fist and her wrist disappeared into the darkness of her own back door, fucking up and fisting hard into her ass.

"You're going to be a glorious showpiece of decadence, you know... when others find what's left of you," he said, finally pulling out of her, a gob of seed spattering into her face before he pulled her hand off of his cock.

[dragon_blossom]

Umi wasn't sure what to actually expect him to do with her stump - but it did need cauterized, didn't it? Oh, sure, bleeding out would be an experience, and she wasn't long for this world anyways, but that wasn't as special as all the other ways he could kill her, and there were still things to do and holes to violate anyways. All that said... she nearly passed out when he ignited that gunpowder on the little stump that was left of her arm. Even if something happened to let her survive this ordeal, that was gone for good; she'd live life without it.

It didn't seem like anything was going to stop Reaver, though. Umi gasped and gagged, vision swimming as he spoke, looking him in the eyes with her own glassy gaze. Ah, hey, fingers. ...fingers. Too narrow. She knew what Reaver's felt like, and it wasn't like she hadn't fingered her own pussy and ass enough to know what those felt like, and that was her blown-off arm he was using.

"Nn... 's... so thick... my-ah!" she cried out as he started to shove her whole fist up her ass; even her own slender hand and wrist were thicker than Reaver's cock by a fair margin, and the roughness nearly tore her ass as her back arched. "Oh fuck, oh fuck... make... make sure... 's closed casket... h-ha..."

[dragonstomper48]

He was relishing this, glorying in her reactions. His cock finally withdrew from her throat, a bit of blood and semen oozing out of the hole. His hips slipped up so that his sex could rest right against her cheek. He reached down with one hand while the other continued to work the fist back and forth awkwardly inside of her body, thrusting it up and into her. Her comment made him laugh even as he left it in place and reached down, thumb and finger pressing to her cheekbone, and then to her eyebrow, pulling the lashes back a little while the tip neared her eye... predictably. She didn't need both to see, after all.

"Or leave it open to shock one of your pretty little friends. Convince them to try and take me on... so they can join you," he teased, as he'd done often. "Perhaps we could take a tape of your latest hours, send it before you die... see if one of them would try to rescue you, hopeless as it might be. Would you enjoy seeing them share your fate before I end your life?"

And with a grip, he pinned his fingers around the length and guided it in, thrusting savagely against sensitive, volatile and tender flesh, flesh never meant to be treated this way. Hopefully her left eye wasn't her dominant one.

[dragon_blossom]

Hey, she could talk now! Sort of. There was less pressure on her voice box anyways, although her throat was still a burnt and bloody and cum-filled mess. As long as she could breathe, that was all that mattered; as long as her heart didn't stop beating and her mind could process sensations, until they'd reached the point where he really did plan to kill her.

Umi's ass was stretched out to the limits, anything thicker and she'd be torn open down there; a shame she wouldn't be able to explore just how wide she could stretch that surprisingly elastic hole. Gasping choked breaths as her thoughts came back into line, she looked at the cock-head near her eye, blinking back tears.

Her friends. Hikaru and Fuu would be disgusted at the sight of her mutilated body...

...but getting them involved...

...there was no way they'd enjoy it, right? And yet she thought of it. Hikaru beheaded, Fuu gutted; her heart thudded in her chest. "I-I... I don't..."

Well, she wouldn't have time to express any further feelings on the matter as another rasping cry tore out of her throat when Reaver thrust into her eye, crushing it against the inside of the socket; blinding pain erupted in her skull.

[dragonstomper48]

In it went. He pumped, fucking the bloody, ruined socket, over and over again. His hands went to her hair and kept her there as she let out that wet, horrid cry, his vicious motions hammering at her body. If he'd been using some sort of dildo, it would have jammed straight into her skull by now. As it was, he was abusing the optic nerves, sending white, horrid pain like lancing and sharp 'tings' every time he jammed in.

"I won't take your other eye," he promised her while he made sure she could see it as he took a picture of her condition. No, not just one, but several. One of her hands was still working... sort of. He started to slow the pumping, giving her a few seconds to make sure that she could breathe, get her mind away from the blinding, raw agony of it, to the slow and more ragged sensations that just ached through her bones.

When he handed her the phone, there on it her one good eye would get a look at the screen. It said 'send pictures to Hikaru? Y/N?' He reached for her thumb on the bloody, penetrated hand, putting it where it could easily choose one... or the other. Licking his lips, he seemed to have an almost wicked knowledge of what might have come to her mind.

"Your friend Fuu... I believe she's at some concert, yes? No phones. Hikaru's bull-headed enough. She'd come to save you without calling Fuu. She'd rush in without thinking..." He chuckled darkly. "I will make sure she can't help but enjoy the experience as I bring her to the edge and take her life. I'll force her to enjoy every minute. Go on... decide, decide if there will be three caskets or just one."

Yes, there was a location in that phone. It would bring Hikaru right to them, where he undoubtedly had a trap laid. "Or if you beg right... Fuu can die first. Your call."

[dragon_blossom]

There it was, there was definitely nothing left to save of her eye. Tears flowed steadily from the right, and blood and other viscous fluids from the left, as Reaver fucked the socket, every thrust slamming and twisting the nerves that had been attached to her eye, her body shuddering and twitching with pain every time. Her body was holding up remarkably well, at least; she could still feel the pain, even if there was the occasional floating sensation, and she couldn't see straight. Umi blinked her one eye to get a look though, the lewd sight of a cock in her eye socket, her missing arm, the way her torso and throat had been mutilated, and...

And the pictures ready to be sent to Hikaru. By her own hand. Drawing her into a trap, to be violated, to be killed, for Reaver's pleasure. ...for her own. Umi's breath shook and caught in her throat, and she could barely hold the phone as he described the, ah, situation. Three caskets. Her friends dead with her. And... and she knew she'd enjoy it. She had one good eye left, to watch them suffer; she could still hear their screams. She might even have enough strength left to help.

She took a few breaths, and then pressed her thumb quite firmly on Y. "M-make... sure I live... to see both," she croaked, closing her eye; and then a whispered, "forgive me."

[dragonstomper48]

Well now, that decision had just been made hadn't it? He pulled out of her and settled her back against the wall, stepping back from her and nodding. His crotch was a gory mess, but he seemed in no hurry to clean up. Instead, he walked over to a closet and collected a small pouch of blood and an iv, returning to take hold of her other working arm and pulling it over, bringing a red hot poker down on the wound in her hand to cauterize it and then jabbing the needle in to set up a line. Soon, blood was moving into her and he was pulling out a pill to put on her tongue. Something for the shock.

"Mmmm, yes, I have a few tricks up my sleeve to make sure you're here for both. And once they're subdued, we can let you play with them too... after I drug them of course." He winked at her. "They're going to need a bit more convincing than you are, aren't they?" And some extremely strong aphrodisiacs... but that was what the gas trap in the entryway was meant to help with.

Hikaru wouldn't know what hit her.

[dragon_blossom]

One-hundred percent made. Reaver had given her the choice to draw Hikaru and Fuu into their depravity; she could've been the only one to die, but she made the selfish choice. Umi had the willpower to resist... but not the desire. She wanted to see her friends die as well, horrible gruesome deaths, before meeting her own messy end...

Umi winced at the cauterization of her hand, but hardly felt the needle, at least. That and some adrenaline would keep her alive, it seemed, at least for a while. Perhaps she was even still alive enough to recover, although the ragged wound in her torso would be a problem.

Umi nodded. "Nn. I don't... think they'll like it the way... I do." Umi took a breath. "...can I hurt them?" she asked, her voice small.

[dragonstomper48]

The last bit of 'after care' was a small red vial that he dipped into the aforementioned wound and then finished by pouring down her throat. It burned, and there was pain, but blood would stop flowing. He had plenty of those, but he didn't want to overuse them. Just enough repair to make sure she was alive... but not that the pieces that had been ruined were entirely fixed.

She wasn't going to need those anymore. So, partial closures and anything deadly that was ruptured was fixed, but the missing pieces? Still very much gone. "No, I doubt they would... though we've worked on that for a while. They're going to have to settle for a crash course, I fear," he said while he flicked on a television screen, showing every one of the entrances into the house. It likely wouldn't be a long wait, knowing Hikaru.

"Can you?" he said, grinning over at her and pouring a few drops on the hole in one hand... the last of that bottle. As he discarded it, the hole repaired itself and he whispered in her ear. "I'll let you finish one of them off if you like. Pick whichever one you really want to do the final deed to. Oh, but I will relish seeing the look on their face as they're forced into climaxing, feeling you end their life."

[dragon_blossom]

Medicine wasn't very pleasant much of the time, and Umi would hardly notice the pain of whatever medicine or potion that was. It would keep her from falling apart any further, until the point where Reaver decided her time was up and finished her off - that wouldn't take much at this point. Only his prompt attention was keeping all her organs from just giving up the ghost. Nothing she'd need, no, but the more things fell apart the more everything next to it wanted to give up, and she needed her heart, her lungs, and her brain, at the very least.

"...hope they like it." Umi leaned her head back, eyes closed and a smile on her face. So her hand was intact - at least one hand she could use to hold a weapon of some kind and take her friend's life. Killing her friends...

"H-Hikaru. Please. ...I wanna kill... Hikaru..." And with any luck, they could both experience unmatched pleasure in the process.

[dragonstomper48]

Medicine also had one other advantageous effect under the circumstances. It took time, time that she didn't have to focus on waiting for her friend to show up, time that was slipping away gradually while her body was kept in a creepy sort of stasis, one arm mutilated beyond repair even if the wound was stopped, wounds everywhere.

When she tilted her head back like that, she'd catch sight of the screen, of the front door banging open and a red-head storming in, her sword brandished. The door slammed behind quickly afterwards, and the reinforced doorway held against her first swing, heavy green gas flooding the chamber swiftly, threatening to overwhelm her before she could properly think of a retort.

"And I will pleasure myself as I watch you end her life, watch her climaxing in her final moments. Betrayed, full of lust she never knew was there."

[dragon_blossom]

Her body wasn't coming back, no, not with the internal damage, the way her breathing rasped, and her heart occasionally fluttered. Alive, but not going anywhere, at least not productively; she breathed deeply, slowly, focusing on it to try and keep herself as strong as possible until Hikaru arrived...

And hey, there she was, and so easily beaten by a simple gas trap. That wasn't something they'd ever had to deal with before. "...betrayed. Yeah. ...friends don't get friends raped and murdered, usually."