[F4MorF] - Modern Day Gladiatrix (Snuff and Rape)
Charlotte lay beneath the dying woman. She'd ripped away the flesh over the woman's throat, and was currently digging her fingers around inside, wrenching around whatever they touched. The woman clawed at her wrist, though the pain was nothing compared to what she'd already suffered. Charlotte swung the hammer she held in her other hand, the claw of which she'd managed to tear the woman's throat away with, trying to hit whatever she could. Eventually, Charlotte's opponent stopped fighting.
Charlotte lay there panting, her nose broken by a headbutt, and finally let go of the hammer so she could push the body off of her. She stood up, and looked at her reflection in the mirrored walls. She wore only black jeans and boots, and her face, arms, and torso were covered in blood. She preferred to fight topless, giving any opponent something less to grab onto. She was flat chested, and had long ago lost her her modesty. Her hair was short, as well, having learned early on that long hair was a detriment. She'd fought dirty, and more than a couple of women had lost their lives to her when she snagged their hair.
Charlotte had been abducted three years earlier, when she was only twenty-five, and had at first been used as a sex slave. She fought every time, something which caught her captor's attention. She was finally sold into a gladiator ring to be used as an amusement for the wealthy. She had done well, having survived for two and a half years there, longer than almost anyone else.
That night, she had already killed two people - one man, and one woman. She waited for the panel to slide open, and blew her nose onto the floor. Thick clots of blood spewed out, causing her nose to bleed anew. She punched the panel, leaving a smear of blood on it. Instead of opening, a klaxon blared, and a countdown started on one of the walls. "Fuck you," she yelled. "How many more?" She went over to pick up her hammer, preferring it to the two knives that laid beside the other bodies. She'd never been forced to fight three people in one night. She ached. She was tired. She was angry. She watched the time, and shifted from foot to foot to stay limber. Whoever came through, she was sure, would face the same fate as the two she'd already killed. They wanted entertainment? She would give them entertainment. "I will buttfuck whoever you send through that door before they die," she yelled as she held up her hammer.
[I'd love to keep Charlotte's streak alive, but I play fair. Hopefully you will, too. Let's have some give and take, using simple weapons, and a natural conclusion to it.
Kinks - intelligence, realism, brutality, rape (non-con? Pffft. Rape!), torture, mutilation, snuff, having a prompt history, rather than a blank screen on your profile (goes with the intelligence), bodily functions (light vomit and toilet play - if you play in the mud, expect to get dirty).
Hard limits - bestiality, interracial, furries/futa/transgender, sending or asking for pictures, dictating what my character is doing or thinking (stick to writing erotica, rather than role playing, if you're going to write for me).
I don't use Discord. We will play via Reddit Chat.]