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Is it Thursday? Must be Mid-Fuck!

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:

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

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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.

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..."

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.

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.

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."

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."

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.

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.

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."

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.

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."

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."

Something so simple, and yet at the same time so difficult for humans to face. When the door didn't give against Hikaru's initial assault, she dropped to her knees, clutching at her collar before collapsing in exhaustion and succumbing. Reaver smiled, walking up to Umi and running his palm under her chin, leaning in to offer her an affectionate kiss on the mouth. He pulled on her lips, growling into the kiss and then drawing back to wink.

"And yet... you are still her friend. You want her to enjoy her last moments, like it or not, don't you?" Servants were collecting her unconscious form now, taking her in and bringing her to them. "I'll use my best aphrodisiacs to help make sure of it."

You couldn't stab gas. Sure a girl could try but you just wouldn't get very far, and Hikaru didn't have fire magic here to burst through the door, nor a massive broadsword to chop it down - just her oh so small frame. Umi moaned into Reaver's kiss, one eye still open on her collapsed friend, heart pounding in anticipation.

"I love her... so much," Umi whispered, smiling. "I want this to be special, and I want her to enjoy the whole... messy business."

Hikaru didn't stand a chance, not really. She was brought up and into the room, her clothes having already been stripped along with all of her possessions. With the knowledge he had of Umi, Reaver had been quite clear on the instructions. No jewelry was left on her. She was brought in and strapped onto a table, right there where Umi could see her body, breathing fitfully.

Reaver broke the kisses to smile at her, his eyes full of sick, twisted life. "We're going to make her experience such pleasure that she barely knows what's happening," he said before going to pick up a vial and very carefully inject a pink looking fluid into the girl's shoulder.

Umi probably knew it, though he hadn't bothered to use something that strong on her, not unless she asked for it, for a long time.

At the sight of Hikaru, unconscious and nude, Umi couldn't help but smile. She was just so cute, so pretty, so sexy... Umi had wanted her all to herself. Despite her relationship status elsewhere, Umi was certain she couldn't share Hikaru - and now her last breaths would belong to Umi. "I can't wait... I want to make her scream so much."

She scooted closer, looking down at Hikaru, then dropping her feet to the ground, pushing herself quite unsteadily to her feet. Reaver's medical attention had done enough for that, even if she was lightheaded enough to stagger a little. It was a short distance to Hikaru, though, and she bent down, one hand on the table for support, looking closely at her face.

The flush was apparent almost immediately. Aphrodisiacs were coursing through Hikaru's body while she was kept in the induced and comatose state for the moment. A second injection was added, on the other shoulder, before he settled himself behind Umi. "The two drugs will wake her when they're fully coursing through her veins," he said very softly. "Every fiber of her body will be alive, her nerves like fire, unable to even think for the sensations. You remember what it was like, before I trained your nerves to be like that," he said, his fingers reaching down to squeeze Umi's rear, his other reaching to the wound in her throat, brushing against it and pushing in for a second before slipping out and flecking her lips.

"She'll awake to the height of passion, barely able to contain herself," he breathed, leaning her closer. "Maddening pleasure and seeing you broken... starting to fuck her. Do you want any toy to begin? She should see you broken, wanting to do these things to her."

The only problem with missing an arm, really, was that it gave her less ways to touch Hikaru, to pleasure her, and it would make it a little more difficult to kill her. ...that said, Reaver probably had something like a really heavy cleaver, and even in this state, Umi had a hell of an arm on her. Perhaps enough to get through Hikaru's neck in one swing...

There were so many fun ways to kill a friend, though. "I remember how amazing it was," she croaked, "so much pleasure it was almost terrifying. I hope she screams." Umi leaned down, not wanting to wait for Hikaru to wake up to start kissing her, gently pressing her lips against her friend's, slow and a bit careful.

Hikaru was still restrained when the kiss began. Her lips were supple and pliant, but unresponsive for the moment. The last additive ensured that she would wake shortly, the drugs having had their desired effect. Nipples began to harden, and clitoris stiffened in response to the stimulation of the aphrodisiacs. Reaver watched the kiss to the initially unconscious girl's form and reached his hands down to slowly caress his way up one of the red-head's legs, fingers dangerously close to her sex.

His free hand, meanwhile, went to Umi's ass, groping it as he leaned up behind, not quite in sight and tongued the inside of her own thighs, dragging close to one of her well used, almost ruined entries.

Hikaru's eyes fluttered open, and a sequence of events unfolded. There was pleasure at first and she moaned into the kiss, eyes half-lidded and needy sounds going through Umi's lips. She pulled for a second before they opened with a start, shock and fear there as she pulled on the restraints. Terror formed because she could almost see how one eye-socket was ruined between the bangs. This couldn't be real... and then her tongue moved of its own accord and her body was on fire, the tongue wanting more. What was happening to her? Who's hand was touching her genitals like that? She wanted to fight, but it was so hard with what was going on. Was it some sort of lust magic?

Even just kissing her while she... uh... 'slept'... was nice. Umi wished she could've kissed a slumbering Hikaru before, wished she'd known she was going to die so young so that she could've made the most of her short life. Still, she was going to die with Hikaru's final moments firmly in her hands, and that was a beautiful way to die. Now, if only Hikaru would see that.

She wiggled her ass a little as Reaver grabbed at her, and fingered Hikaru, and licked up towards her holes. Sighing, as Hikaru opened her eyes, she looked into them as Hikaru pulled away. Her eye was missing, and Hikaru might not have even noticed her arm yet either, but she was panicking, and Umi couldn't have that.

"Shhh. Hikaru... I'm here for you. It's going to be alright." And she leaned in to capture Hikaru's lips again, kissing more deeply now.

"Wha, wait, you, but!" was all that Hikaru managed to get before she was being kissed again, this time, her tongue moving almost seemingly of its own accord, plunging up and into her friend's mouth. Her confusion was so much more real at this point, the whole situation surreal. Fingers clenched and muscles tensed as she felt fingers drawing up and brushing the entrance to her sex before moving beyond.

The masculine hand went for Umi's. It gently took her wrist that was not completely ruined and brought it down, brushing the wound in the process. Settling it at Hikaru's thigh, he reached both of his hands to her waist and licked up to her ass. Carefully, he had already had to withdraw her severed hand from inside just to make sure she could stand at all, so his tongue met the opened, widened and slack back door and began to lap at it, tonguing her while her friend kissed back in confusion and mortal fear, arousal starting to take over gradually.

No words allowed - only pleasure. Finally, she was kissing Hikaru, making love to her; if this wasn't going to be the end of their lives, she'd have gladly taken off her arms and legs and kept her as a pet at this point. Greed and lust had gotten the better of her; Hikaru was her's now, and she wasn't going to relinquish the privileges that came with that. So Umi kissed Hikaru, and, when indicated, brought her remaining hand to her friend's thigh, sliding up between her legs to brush over her sex. However many fingers she should be able to take, Umi was going to give her more... because she's enjoy it now. Anything and everything Umi did would translate to pleasure.

Normally, Umi's ass was tight enough that, even after a rough treatment, it wasn't really left gaping for long - but with a hole hand stuffed inside and her body on the brink of failure, she was left hanging open. She moaned into Hikaru's mouth as that tongue pressed into her ass, before breaking away for a moment. "I-I love you Hikaru," she whispered, tears in her eyes.

The pressure of fingers against those now sopping lips caused a distinct moan from Hikaru and her hips pressed down, causing the first bit of Umi's digits to work into her. Her body was acting on its own, and the spike in pleasure was dulling her mind, her ability to realize that something was horribly wrong. She breathed desperately through her nose, tongue dragging along Umi's while the kiss deepened and finally panting as drool trickled between them in a trail. The words that she heard solicited an almost automatic reaction. "I... I love you too, Umi. What are ... please don't stop that."

She wasn't thinking saliently at this point. The aphrodisiacs had flooded her brain and her head arched back, exposing her throat while pain, pleasure and almost every nerve started to fire only pleasureful sensations. It was impossible to think like this, so her brain started to shut down a little, giving into animal lusts while she tried not to think about the things she'd seen, what had brought her here.

Reaver, meanwhile, was using his hands to keep Umi steady while his tongue dragged along the ruined sphincter. One set of digits reached up to brush over her clit as he tongued her again, using her lower body out of sight from Hikaru, waiting for the girl to abuse her friend and enjoying every minute of the show from below.

To start, two fingers. Whether or not Hikaru was a virgin, Umi wasn't going to start by ripping her pussy open, although she might end up spilling quite a bit of blood there eventually. This was perfect though, Hikaru calm, hopped up on aphrodisiac and willing to accept this gruesome situation without a question. Umi licked her lips, and drove those two fingers deep inside of her friend, thrusting back and force, picking up the pace a little. Regardless of Hikaru's past experience or lack thereof, she was going to give the little redhead the most mind-blowing orgasms of her short, about-to-end life.

As her head tilted back, Umi dove in for that, next, and while the first few moments were gentle kisses she was quick to bite down on Hikaru's neck, twisting her teeth to leave bruises and red marks.

At the same time, Reaver was working on her own pleasure; alas, Hikaru was way too out of it to reciprocate Umi's affections, so he'd have to help out there as well.

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