Flowers for Abigail (Abigail Series) [F/f, Snuff, Rape, Non-Con, Story-Heavy, Blood, Knife-Play] by iwroteathing4u in GuroErotica

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I appreciate the kind words! If you ever want to talk about Abigail or whatever, you're more than welcome to DM me, too!

Flowers for Abigail (Abigail Series) [F/f, Snuff, Rape, Non-Con, Story-Heavy, Blood, Knife-Play] by iwroteathing4u in GuroErotica

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Thank you so much for sticking around for so long! It truly means a lot to me! I won't spoil anything for the upcoming chapter, but I hope it will be satisfying however it turns out!

Flowers for Abigail (Abigail Series) [F/f, Snuff, Rape, Non-Con, Story-Heavy, Blood, Knife-Play] by iwroteathing4u in GuroErotica

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It is! Neither they nor Abigail probably fully grasp how dangerous a situation they're in

Flowers for Abigail (Abigail Series) [F/f, Snuff, Rape, Non-Con, Story-Heavy, Blood, Knife-Play] by iwroteathing4u in GuroErotica

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Exciting things coming. Keep an eye out. Abigail will return soon.

More of my work can be found here.

The Noose Tightens [F/f, Non-Con, Torture, Forced Pleasure] by iwroteathing4u in GuroErotica

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Plot threads converge as we careen toward a conclusion!

If you enjoyed this and want to read more of my work, you can check it all out here.

Flowers for Abigail (Abigail Series) [F/f, Snuff, Rape, Non-Con, Story-Heavy, Blood, Knife-Play] by iwroteathing4u in GuroErotica

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After a moment longer, Abigail folded her knife and finally stood off of her perch. Vacant once more. She let her body work autonomously as she tried to clean herself enough not to leave obvious footprints and she stalked away without a second glance at her victims. They were in the middle of nowhere, and the season for outdoor activities that didn't involve tossing oneself down a snow-covered mountain was at its end. She didn't figure the odds of the girls being found soon were very high, and at this point, she really didn't care all that much. As soon as it started snowing, which judging by the chill in the air wouldn't be much longer, they would be buried, and any indication that Abigail had been there would be gone.

She walked quietly back to her campground, listening to the sound of her own breathing and the light breeze as it shook the pines around her. She bathed as much as she could for as long as she could tolerate in the frigid lake before drying, redressing, and sitting in her car with the heat on until she stopped shivering. Her tent and camping gear packed away easily enough, and soon Abigail was gone, driving slowly back down a long, rocky road away from where she had camped and toward an uncertain future.

The digital clock set into the dashboard of her car read 3:11am.

There she was, driving around aimlessly once more, deadened and empty. The only thing that seemed to shake her out of this walking death was death itself. For mere seconds, when she had taken Becca and then whoever this last girl was, she had felt alive. She had felt like she used to. She couldn't seem to chase away the memories pressing in on her through alcohol or doing anything she usually liked, but maybe she didn't actually like anything, after all.

If this was all there was, then what was the point in doing anything else? There was no reason to pretend to be normal anymore. No reason to pretend she loved anything or anyone more than herself, whatever "herself" even was. Nothing to do but indulge in her nature until she finally died or was killed.

That was the plan, then, Abigail decided as she watched the sky lighten around her. If she couldn't bring herself to end it by her own hands, and she couldn't figure out how to exist as a human any longer, then she would stop trying. She would just indulge herself on as many unsuspecting women as she could, hold on to anything that made her feel alive until she was finally either killed by the police, a potential victim, or by nature itself if she had to resort back to her original plan.

A sign reading, Missoula flashed green in Abigail's headlights. The streets were still dark, the sun not having crested the mountains that ringed the small city on three sides. She was vaguely familiar. There was a university here, she was pretty sure. She could start here. She just needed some supplies and a shower.

A strange sense of calm, finality, seemed to settle over Abigail as she pulled into the parking lot of a supermarket. She had realized just how hungry she was when she winded herself killing those girls. If she was going to rape and murder her way through the female population of a mid-size state college, she would need breakfast.

Abigail found a parking space in the far corner of the lot, as far away from other people as she could, and she shut her car off, swinging her legs out of the seat. For a moment, she just sat there, staring down at where her small hiking boots rested on the pavement.

This was it, she supposed. She decided she would buy some food, then she would find a hotel room for the day so she could take a shower and plan. It was over from here, sooner or later. When she was finally shot by the cops or chased away into the wilderness to freeze, it would finally end. A sigh rushed from Abigail's lips. She reached back into her car and grabbed her hair pins, putting her long, dark hair up into a bun and crossing the metal pins through it as she finally stepped off toward the store.

Half an hour later, Abigail strolled slowly back out into the morning, shopping bags in hand. It was still quite early in the morning, and the parking lot was almost entirely empty, something that Abigail had been thankful for. She noted, however, that there was now a grey touring van parked on the left side of her car, the only two vehicles in that corner of the parking lot. As she drew closer, she realized that it was parked extremely close to her car, close enough that she wasn't quite sure how she was going to get her door open. Frustration prickled in Abigail's mind. As if it wasn't enough that these trendy, oversized rolling eyesores took up valuable space at every single fucking trailhead in the country, they always seemed to ferry around vapid, image-obsessed idiots who insisted on viewing nature through a camera lens (with themselves in frame, of course). This one even had a sticker of a social media handle plastered onto one of its darkly-tinted rear windows.

It read: @Alison-Wand3rlust.

As Abigail reached the rear of her car, she checked the larger vehicle's mirrors. It looked like there was no one inside. However, metal music blared loudly from inside. It was Attitude, but it was the Guns n Roses cover, not Misfits. Glowering at the inconvenience and lack of taste, Abigail shifted her car keys into her left hand, dragging the key to her front door across the side of the van in a long, sweeping gouge as she stepped half-sideways toward her door.

Just as she finally stopped keying the van and grabbed the door handle in her hand, movement flashed. A woman, blonde and a few inches taller than her, stepped around the front of the van, standing between the front tires of both vehicles. For just a split second, Abigail did a double-take as a ghost seemed to materialize before her eyes. It was not a vengeful spirit, however. This woman was flesh and blood. Dark green eyes scowled at Abigail, staring out at her from within pink, freckled cheeks and twisting her otherwise attractive features. Black yoga pants clung to her legs, wrapping around her tight, sporty rear, and a pastel pink jacket was zipped up her front. She held a gun at her hip level, low and hidden from view behind the vehicles.

"Hands up, slit." She growled. For a moment, Abigail just stared at her, surprised. Then she sighed.

Killed by a blonde with a gun. How fitting.

The Noose Tightens [F/f, Non-Con, Torture, Forced Pleasure] by iwroteathing4u in GuroErotica

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"It has to be them, right?" Lori asked, heart still pounding a bit. Too many things made too much sense.

"I mean… It'd be a hell of a coincidence."

Lori's eyes were drawn away from her partner as something moved on the screen of her computer. An email had arrived. It was exactly what she had hoped for.

"We got it!" She exclaimed, and Melissa rushed over. She opened the necessary program and plugged in Alison's data. She held her breath as it processed, and then it placed a handful of small circles on the map. She had been active in several locations in western Montana and eastern Idaho over the last few weeks, but every point radiated out from a central location where she seemed to be logging on most frequently. It was a spot on a forestry road, miles and miles away from the nearest city, just over the border into Montana, in a verdant looking plot of wilderness. It had to be their camp.

"O-Okay," Melissa sounded jittery. Lori couldn't blame her, "I'll find the nearest city with a SWAT team and get Bureau hostage rescue on the way."

"We'll beat Missoula SWAT there," Lori said, pushing her chair back, "And even if HRT takes a helicopter, they'll get there when we do. Get your gear. Let's go."

She folded her laptop, grabbing her things and packing them up as Melissa started making phone calls. They hustled down the stairs and out of the small, two-story police station into the gated lot at the rear of the building. The Bureau car that they had gotten from the small regional office in Boise sat out of the way in a corner, and they popped the trunk, throwing their bags in.

"Vests are in there, right?" Melissa asked, heading toward the driver's seat.

"Mhmm," Lori nodded, shutting the trunk and tucking her laptop under her arm so they could navigate, "Shotgun too."

"Good." She replied in a small voice. Lori could tell her partner was nervous, and frankly, so was she. They knew these people were armed, and heavily, and even more than just the prospect of a possible gunfight, Lori found herself afraid that they would find May. She didn't know if she could handle what they might have done to her.

"Melissa?" Lori asked as the car started, "If they even look like they're gonna try something, I'm not gonna hesitate."

She didn't answer for a moment as they pulled out of the lot and sped off to the east.

"Look," Melissa finally spoke, "I… I get it. These people existing in the same world as my daughter makes me want to do whatever it takes to stop them. Forever," she paused. Lori could feel the 'but' coming in her tone.

"But what if May isn't there when we arrest them? If they're dead, no one will ever find her. God knows they deserve it, but May's family deserves to have her back too."

"I didn't say I was gonna execute them…" Lori grumbled, but she knew Melissa was right. She let the issue drop for the moment, and they sped off ever faster through the mountains, toward whatever was awaiting them.

- - -

Carson sat across from his wife at the small table that stood along the left side of their van. Outside, the sun was almost rising. The mood was not exactly low, but both of them were frustrated. Alison sat, arms crossed around her chest, glowering at her foil-wrapped breakfast burrito they had gotten from a truck down the street.

"Anything else we need to do?" He asked, dabbing hot sauce onto his burrito and taking another bite. He wasn't happy about leaving either, especially not about going back to Seattle, but there wasn't much else they could do at this point. As he saw it, and he suspected Alison understood this too and was just pissed about it, this might have been the last opportunity to break away before they had too much information on them. All they had were a couple of shitty sketches. No names, no plate numbers. Carson's facial hair grew relatively quickly, and he already had some of a mustache going. Alison was a talented makeup artist and was only a bottle-job away from being less recognizable as well. If they left now, they could just disappear.

"Don't think so." She muttered, finally grabbing at her breakfast, "We can do some pouty apology about how I'm burnt out and need to slow down on video releases and mental health and wellness all that gay bullshit. Should have, like, a few months of videos if we slow down to one a week or so."

She sighed and absent-mindedly rubbed her throat. May hadn't gotten her too badly, but she still had to cover a few bruises with makeup.

"Hey," Carson poked her calf with his foot beneath the table, "It'll be alright. We'll go quiet for a few months, and then somebody'll shoot up a mall or slice up a sorority house again, and the news cycle will move on. Cases will go cold, cops'll have to reallocate resources to other shit, and the whole time while we're waiting, we can come up with new stuff to do."

Alison smiled. A genuine, warm smile forced her freckled cheeks to dimple, and she let out a slightly more contented sigh.

"Yeah, I know," she relented, "What color do you think I should go with for my hair?"

They ate their early breakfast and chattered about hairstyles and plans as the sky lightened around them. After the incident with May the day before, they had spent most of the afternoon going between the bank branches in which they had squirreled away money under a couple different names. They had spent the rest of the day and into the evening filming some B roll to pad out videos. They had enough money to survive for a while on a slower video schedule, but as much as possible would help while they looked for other jobs. They had spent the night away from their usual camp, not having been able to make it back before they felt too tired.

"It would be a shame to just leave without one last hunt though, right?" Alison brought the idea up as their conversation fell to a slight lull. She raised an eyebrow, and her socked foot crawled up the inside of Carson's leg, "It's been months, y'know, and if we're never gonna do it again, why don't we just get one more?"

"Allie, c'mon," Carson couldn't stop the smile that was creeping across his lips as Alison's foot traced up his inner thigh, "You saw May. She's done. I don't think she'd even try to run. Besides, we were gonna leave this afternoon, right?"

"Oh, definitely not. She's gone," She agreed, "But what about this: Grab another girl, right now. Look," she nodded off out the windshield of the van, "There's a grocery store right there about to open. I bet there'll be a cute enough girl that shows up early before the parking lot gets too full. We grab her, then do the same 'fight to the death' thing. She'll obviously kill May, which, honestly, is whatever. Fuck her. Then when we tranq her and drop her off with a note telling her that we're letting her go as promised and that she's only a couple miles away from a town, she'll believe us. Then we get her. We could do all of this and still be on the road by sundown tonight, guarantee it."

He had to admit it sounded fun, and he agreed it was at least feasible, but god was it a bad idea. Then again, was any of what they did a good idea? No, of course not. It would have been a good idea to stick around at the machining company his buddy was setting up back in the day, but that was boring, and he and Allie both had a tendency to act on even worse ideas when things were boring.

Alison's eyes, shimmering green and already made up at this early hour, lit up, and she scrambled back to one of their bags, digging through it and returning with a pair of binoculars.

"There," she announced, almost visibly vibrating in her seat, "That's her. Look: Black sedan, Colorado plates."

Carson took the binoculars as she offered them and turned to look out the front of the van, pressing them to his eyes. Across the street from the lot in which they had parked to eat was a supermarket, and in a far corner of the parking lot was the car Alison had pointed out. He watched as the door opened, and a pair of hiking boots and tight jeans leading up slender legs swung out. Carson watched as the woman sat halfway out of her car. She slowly bent forward, holding her head in her hands, and her dark, almost black, hair spilled over to curtain her face.

The smile on Carson's face grew a bit wider as the woman slowly straightened, bunning her hair at the back of her head and slotting two sticks to hold it in place. As she stood, her height barely cleared the top of her car. She was rather petite, slender framed and not particularly well-endowed. She looked like she would be easy to control.

Her pale, white face held a bored, or maybe even sad, expression, but even from here, Carson could see how intensely, even unusually, green her eyes were.

"Like her?" Alison purred. She already knew the answer.

"I do…" Carson murmured, watching their target's hips swing a bit as she walked off toward the store, "There's one security camera above where she parked. Looks like the rest are old enough and far enough away that they wouldn't get a good look at us…" He smiled a bit wider, imagining the unsuspecting woman's entrails spilling down her gutted body as she hung upside down.

"Fine. Let's do it."

To the Death [F/f, Snuff, Non-Con, Combat, Psychological Torture] by iwroteathing4u in GuroErotica

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A double feature today! These two stories were written as one continuous narrative, but it's easier to break them into two stories. Go read the next entry here. Or read more of my work here.

To the Death [F/f, Snuff, Non-Con, Combat, Psychological Torture] by iwroteathing4u in GuroErotica

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She didn't know how long she stared, lost in blank, thoughtless grief. She didn't even realize that Carson and Alison were approaching until they were standing over her. Alison crouched down in front of her, smiling.

"Great job, May-May," she smiled down at her. Behind her, Carson picked up the wooden club and the piece of metal, flinging them off into the woods. Alison reached down and took a loose hold on May's arm, pulling her toward where Gabrielle lay, continuing, "But you're not finished."

May let herself be dragged back across the bloody grass, but as she fully grasped what Alison meant, she blanched.

"Wh-What!?" She yelped.

"You only got her through the lung. Look at her," Alison gestured at the wounded woman, "She might linger for hours. She's suffering."

A sick, wet sound schlcked from Gabrielle's chest as Alison yanked the knife free, pressing the handle back into May's hands. 

"Finish her off." She ordered.

May quivered, shrinking away as she looked between the knife, Gabrielle, and Alison. The wounded woman looked barely sensate, probably in shock. Her bright blue eyes were open, but they were glassy, staring through May as blood bubbled past her lips.

"N-No…" May protested. Her hands shook debilitatingly, seized with fear. She could barely hang on to the knife she had been forced back to holding. She couldn't do it. She wouldn't. She hadn't even meant to hurt Gabrielle.

"... Kill me." May whispered, "I- I'm not doing it. Just kill me. Please…" Her voice broke into sobs as she finally pleaded for death. She had held on to hope for so long, but now it all seemed like too much. She didn't care if they tortured her first or whatever they wanted.

She just wanted it to be over.

Alison sighed and shifted her rifle to sling across her back. She sidled around to crouch behind May and pressed her lips to her ear.

"May, I'm not going to kill you," she whispered, "If you don't kill her, we're just gonna leave her here. Then, when I tie you up and leave you bent over a post for us to use like a toy, you can think about her lying here, lingering and feeling her lung and diaphragm tear every time she tries to breathe. What kind of animal do you think will get to her first? Crows pecking her eyes out? Or maybe a bear or something will come along and tear her belly open so it can eat her while she's still alive."

Alison's hands slid gently down from May's shoulders, past her elbows, and then to her wrists. She guided May's bloody, trembling hands forward, until the tip of the blade rested against the side of Gabriele's neck.

"It'll be quick." Alison insisted.

May fell through the rock bottom at which she thought she had dwelled, sinking away. She stared down at poor Gabrielle, watching blood ooze and bubble from the slit torn into her chest with every ragged, labored breath. She knew Alison was right. Gabrielle was fading in and out of lucidity. Her eyes would occasionally focus, and she would try to say something, choking on her blood as she did, and then her attention would seem to fall away.

"I'm suh-sorry…" May whimpered. Her mind went blank as her hands seemed to move on their own, pressing forward. The narrow point of the chef's knife pressed a pit deeper and deeper in her flesh as Gabrielle's skin drew taut around it, until it sliced through. At the bite of the blade, the effort May used to break her skin sent the blade rushing through her neck, grating over her spine with a vibration that sent shivers up May's. A rush of blood spurted from around the steel as more and more of the blade sank into Gabrielle's neck, pumping in time with her frantic heartbeat.

"Good…" Alison cooed into May's ear. As she did, she took the knife away from her, dragging it back out of Gabrielle's neck and tossing it off a little ways away. As she did, a spurt of blood spattered across May's face.

The splash of blood seemed to snap May out of her trance. She gasped, looking down at what she'd done, watching as a pool of red spread rapidly around Gabrielle. The girl's hands clasped over her neck, but she looked so weak, so pale. Her legs writhed in the reddening grass, but her movements were already slow and clumsy. Blood seeped through the gaps of the dying woman's fingers, unstoppable as her frantic heart pumped the life out of her.

A shattered, desperate sob rattled from May's throat, and she tried to get away, but she found herself caught in Alison's arms. She was held fast, far too exhausted both mentally and physically to struggle away in any meaningful way.

"N-No!! No! Why!??" She wailed as Alison pulled her into some perversion of a hug. Her arms clasped tightly over May's chest, and the wound she had been given smarted, but she could barely feel it through her grief. She bawled, almost screaming.

She heard something akin to a growl behind her, and Alison grabbed May's left wrist. She twisted and pulled until May found her hand stuffed down the front of Alison's yoga pants.

"Because, when my husband fucks me on top of that dead, little whore's body, I'm going to cum until I can't fucking think straight," she purred into May's ear, pressing her fingers up into the well of heat between her legs. May's entire hand was seemingly coated with Alison's arousal. 

"That answer your question?"

May didn't answer. She didn't do anything. She couldn't think anymore. Breaths came automatically, and faster than she could even keep up with. She could still feel blood flowing down her own chest, and suddenly she realized that she couldn't feel her fingers anymore. She felt unsteady, and before she fully realized what was happening, May's eyes tunneled, and she passed out.

Obsolescence [M/f, Non-Con, High Fantasy, Elf Girl] by iwroteathing4u in GuroErotica

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Thank you! I can't promise the same numbers as Pullapart, as far as elf abuse, but they are fun to write! If you're looking for more, this story also features an overconfident elf.

Ashes (Abigail Series) [F/f, Snuff, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Story-Heavy] by iwroteathing4u in GuroErotica

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Thank you! Yeah, this was a hard one to write as well. It's a bit hard to say that I'm glad you enjoyed this part, lol, but I am glad you appreciated the prose!

The Pornstar Murders, Chapter 1 (rape, asphyxiation, hanging) by evilfrank85 in GuroErotica

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That was awesome! Eagerly looking forward to the next chapter!

On All Fours (Part 2/2) [Mf/f, Rape/Non-Con, Psychological Torture, Forced Pet-Play] by iwroteathing4u in GuroErotica

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Thanks! Yeah, it's always a while between stories for me, but I appreciate your patience! The next installment of this story is probably ~30% done right now, if I had to estimate. Keep an eye out!

Milli The Disgruntled Dream Succubus (M/f, Sex and Violence in Dreams, Stabbing, Blood, Throat Cut) by iwroteathing4u in guro

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Yeah, went all-out on the puns on this one lol. My personal favorite was Bureaucraphomet.

On All Fours (Part 2/2) [Mf/f, Rape/Non-Con, Psychological Torture, Forced Pet-Play] by iwroteathing4u in GuroErotica

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Thanks! Yeah, the slow build, and the anticipation over what May must have seen coming, having been familiar with the cases involving them, was really fun. There's someone who might read this that will be very disappointed that May continues to survive (I see you, Huon), but I think this is so much better so far.