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I appreciate you hiring me! (You know who you are. ❤️)", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A longer commission I got from an anonymous client. I appreciate you hiring me! (You know who you are. ❤️)", "writing": "In the humid swamplands of the continent, a singular tigress clothed in simple battle robes walked through the mud and water in bare feet as she held a package full of water and various food items. She would often come to these damp, mossy, lonely lands to train her martial arts when she felt the need to catch up on her exercises.\n\nShe hung the bag of provisions on a bare branch that stuck out of an old, decrepit tree before she took her stance. She then started doing various stretches as her eyes were closed in an almost meditative state. Her robe flowed under her limbs as she did various pre-workout stretches.\n\nAs she stretched, she could have sworn she felt someone watching her. She kept her ears ‘scanning’ for other noises, but could only ever hear the nearby brook, a few wild critters running around in the mud, or the wind as it ran past the trees.\n\nThe tigress calmed herself and after completing the stretches that she could think of, she moved on to practicing her moves.\n\nAs she kicked the air, the breeze she made tickled her bare upper thigh and caressed her exposed white furred slit when her stripped legs parted widely from doing the high kicks. Specks of mud flying off of her feet and onto various leaves and trees as she focused only on her practicing.\n\nShe then tried various punches. Her breasts bumping up and down as she threw her fists at an imagined adversary. It was clear that she wore nothing over her robes to herself, but she didn’t mind. She only wore the robe in case someone she knew would come across her here.\n\nAs the tigress worked on the speed and ferocity of her punches, she had to sometimes readjust or tighten her robe so it actually stayed on. It was an annoyance for sure, but it was one she was used to.\n\nShe gave her arms a rest after about half an hour of punching. She tried to practice various easy to do blocks as she imagined someone swinging to hit various parts of her.\n\nAfter about two hours of total training, the tigress started to sweat and pant to catch her breath. She had an urge to take her sweaty robes off so her body could breathe, but she kept them on for now. She planned to take a bath later with them off.\n\nUrge to be naked now out of her head, She walked up to the bag she hung up and fished out a water bottle, a can of apricots, and some solid fuel. She set the solid fuel on a rock and struck it with her claw. Igniting the greyish brick rather easily. She then poked a couple holes into the can with a metal spork she had and set the can on top of the burning fuel to heat up as she drank her water.\n\nOnce she heard the familiar sound of the syrup in the can bubbling, she removed the can from the fire and placed it in the mud for a couple seconds to cool down. She then used the rugged end of the spork to cut open the top of the can so she could eat.\n\nOnce the can’t contents was exposed, she used a dry trig to move the still ignited fuel into the mud as to not start a fire. Once she made sure no embers were left, she started to eat after she sat down on a higher rock.\n\nShe felt the fur on the back of her neck stick up as she felt someone watching her again. She very casually scanned her surroundings as she ate before telling herself that it was just her being paranoid. Too many lessons about always being prepared no matter the setting or who was with you.\n\nShe finished the can of fruit and stashed it into a small leakproof bag that she packed with her. She finished her water after she was done with her snack, then she put the items back in her bag.\n———\n\nShe was about to head back to her house and out of the swamp when she heard a twig snap behind her. Her body almost instantly turned around as she stared at where the noise came from. She stayed there silently for a couple minutes. Waiting for someone to jump out. But no-one did.\n\nSuddenly, the tigress felt a clothed arm wrapping around and pushing against her neck, like a boa constrictor. She immediately tried to fight back by using her elbows to hit the attacker that was behind her, but they would dodge and only tighten their grip on her neck as she struggled.\n\nPain coursed through her neck as she felt an unforgiving and ruthless hold on her. She tried to look back at her attacker to see who it was even as her eyes started to tear up, but they were completely covered in black clothing.\n\nAs she struggled and tried to break free, her loose fitting robes fell somewhat off of her shoulder. Exposing one of her breasts to the world as she was choked out. All she could get out of her mouth was whines and useless gasps for air that couldn’t get into her throat.\n\nThe tigresses’ struggle finally got weaker once she felt the oxygen going to her desperate brain cut off. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she lost control of her bladder as her brain shut off. Golden trails of piss leaking down her legs and staining her robes while she slowly succumbed to her attacker. One of the last things she felt before dying was the thickening cock of her assassin rubbing against her back. The struggle and act of taking her life in such a way making him fully hard as she died.\n\nOnce the tigress went limp, the assassin stayed there holding her there for a minute or two just to make sure she was dead, then he felt for a pulse on her neck. There was none. She was dead.\n\nWith a grin and a low cackle, the assassin moved his choking hand off of the body’s neck as it trailed down the exposed fur and landed on her breast. He playfully caressed it and played with the bouncy tit as he enjoyed a job well done. Squeezing the nipple a bit and pulling it some before turning the body’s head so he could passionately force his tongue down his victim’s throat.\n\nHe then took the body and pierced the back of her robes on a higher up tree branch to hang her body there. Looking over the hung body, the unnamed assassin noticed that the tigress pissed herself before dying. He peeled the wet lower robes around her front and to the back of her to expose her slick cunt.\n\nHe thought about fucking her right there and then. But he wanted to savor this a bit more. Instead, he took a couple fingers and pushed them deep up her slit as her death spasms clenched onto his fingers before losing all movement and becoming just a lifeless, still body.\n\nHe slid his fingers in and out of her pussy easily as he clearly enjoyed the power and control he had over his victim. His other hand reaching around the tigress and cupping her ass cheeks as he finger fucked her. He couldn’t contain himself for much longer.\n\nAs he sniffed the air, he smelled the scent of urine, sure. But he also smelled something different. Lowering his head to follow the scent, he was lead to the tigresses’ feet which smelled a combination of well worked, and earthy from the mud. The assassin gave a low moan of pleasure as he pulled out his cock from his black uniform and stroked himself as he licked the top part of her feet.\n\nThe taste of her sweet, desperate sweat put his horniness into overdrive. He had to get off before taking a trophy and reporting his work now. He eagerly picked up the muddy feet with his hands and used the two to give himself a dirty footjob. The limp feet messily rubbing over his cock and covering it with mud and the musk of his victim’s feet.\n\nHe leaked some pre as he sped up in violating the corpse’s feet. The muddy soles feeling a mixture of soft and tough forced him to reach his personal limits somewhat quickly.\n\n“Mmmmf~ You dirty whore… get me off…”\n\nThe assassin grunted out as he felt himself nearing his edge. A few last quick thrusts into her feet made him violently shoot his loads. He covered her exposed tit, the robe, her cunt, and her feet in his necrophiliac cum.\n\nHe didn’t wipe his cock off as he eventually parted from the body. He left the mud there as a reminder of his good time. Before he left, he dug into her nearby bag and grabbed a bracelet that she never parted ways with as proof of the deed done so he could get paid. He also used a knife to cut off part of her robes so he could use it as a jerk off rag later as he thought of her.\n\nAfter he got what he needed, he took the body off of the branch and removed her robes. Stripping her of her clothing as-well and having her nude for any other necro fiends to find, or the animals to get to. Afterwards, he left the body covered in piss and cum as he went back from where he came from.\n——\n\nAs the assassin slowly made his way out of the swamps and into the city, he stopped by a local tavern before he headed to the assassin’s hideout.\n\nHe always felt a thrill as he sat down amongst unknowing others right after a fresh kill. He rubbed the cut robe he took as he pulled up a seat by the amber lit bar while various patrons obliviously talked and went about their day.\n\nThe bartender, a big, buff grey rhino, went to the assassin and slid a cup to him. As always, the bartender was straight to the point. Which the assassin appreciated.\n\n“What’re you having?”\n\nThe assassin ordered some roasted pheasant legs and a cup of ale. The ale was served quickly, and the assassin sipped on that as he waited for his meal. Idly thinking about what his victim may have snacked on before he got there. He knew he smelled apricots, but that could have been her smell too for all he knew. He then imagined what it would have felt like to fuck the tigresses’ velvety folds instead of using her feet to get off. He bet it would have gotten just as powerful of an orgasm out of him.\n\nHe eventually shrugged the thoughts off and grinned with jagged teeth once he saw his meal arrive. He paid up front for the ale and food so he wouldn’t be bothered as he ate. He hated being pestered by the living.\n\nHe stripped the flesh from the roasted legs carefully. Every bite exposing bone as he hungrily consumed his meal. It didn’t take him long to eat, and once he did, he finished his ale and left the dirty plates there as he left and continued his way to the hideout.\n\nHe casually strolled through the busy roads as he followed a mental map he had of how to get to the hideout. He passed by various produce stands and children playing in pools of water as he followed the various turns into alleys that he remembered he had to take. Eventually he arrived at the door to the hideout and knocked on it several times. A latch slid open and after the doorman looked at who knocked on the door, it unlocked and the assassin was let in.\n\nThe assassin kicked off his shoes and stretched his arms as he walked into the hideout. One of the smaller assassins was idly playing some instrument to keep morale up as the mood often got dark due to what the assassins worked as. The one who just killed the tigress couldn’t be happier though. His post orgasm cloud of bliss still following him as he made his way to the quartermaster.\n\nThe assassin dug out the bracelet and put it on a wanted poster that shown the tigresses’ face. After the man behind the desk studied the bracelet, he dug out a bag of coin and sat it on the desk.\n\n“You fuck the body again?”\n\nThe quartermaster asked. The assassin clearly had a reputation in his ways and how he treated his queries after his work has been done.\n\n“Don’t ask if you don’t want the details.”\n\nThe assassin said coldly as he took his coin and went towards the bounty board. He idly looked at the pictures of the wanted as he imagined them in various positions and various acts done to them. He settled on a random bounty and left the bounty and resupply section of the hideout then.\n\nTired from the work, he went towards the barracks. As he passed other assassins, they seemed to steer clear of him once they realized he was the one walking. It didn’t matter to him though.\n\nOnce he got to his empty bunk, he stashed the stolen piece of robe under his mattress before he laid down in his fully black outfit and closed his eyes to rest. \n\nAt least, he would have if a couple assassins weren’t talking in the other side of the room. They didn’t speak loudly or anything, but it was just loud enough to keep the tired assassin from sleeping. And to be fucking annoying.\n\nWith his eyes still closed, the assassin reached under his pillow to grab a very dull throwing blade. He listened to where the voices were coming from and threw it in one motion. He knew the two got the message when the sound of the blade lodging itself in the wooden wall was heard, followed by the two shutting up in shock. They looked over to were the blade came from and quickly exited the room. Leaving the laying assassin to rest finally.\n\nAs he slept, various ideas for the next corpse he made filled his mind. His cock already throbbing again at the possibility. He would end up having a wet dream about someone fighting back desperately before he overpowered them. Only to wake up in a mess and have to clean himself off. But for now, he enjoyed his fucked dreams where once again, he was in complete control.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "In the humid swamplands of the continent, a singular tigress clothed in simple battle robes walked through the mud and water in bare feet as she held a package full of water and various food items. She would often come to these damp, mossy, lonely lands to train her martial arts when she felt the need to catch up on her exercises.

She hung the bag of provisions on a bare branch that stuck out of an old, decrepit tree before she took her stance. She then started doing various stretches as her eyes were closed in an almost meditative state. Her robe flowed under her limbs as she did various pre-workout stretches.

As she stretched, she could have sworn she felt someone watching her. She kept her ears ‘scanning’ for other noises, but could only ever hear the nearby brook, a few wild critters running around in the mud, or the wind as it ran past the trees.

The tigress calmed herself and after completing the stretches that she could think of, she moved on to practicing her moves.

As she kicked the air, the breeze she made tickled her bare upper thigh and caressed her exposed white furred slit when her stripped legs parted widely from doing the high kicks. Specks of mud flying off of her feet and onto various leaves and trees as she focused only on her practicing.

She then tried various punches. Her breasts bumping up and down as she threw her fists at an imagined adversary. It was clear that she wore nothing over her robes to herself, but she didn’t mind. She only wore the robe in case someone she knew would come across her here.

As the tigress worked on the speed and ferocity of her punches, she had to sometimes readjust or tighten her robe so it actually stayed on. It was an annoyance for sure, but it was one she was used to.

She gave her arms a rest after about half an hour of punching. She tried to practice various easy to do blocks as she imagined someone swinging to hit various parts of her.

After about two hours of total training, the tigress started to sweat and pant to catch her breath. She had an urge to take her sweaty robes off so her body could breathe, but she kept them on for now. She planned to take a bath later with them off.

Urge to be naked now out of her head, She walked up to the bag she hung up and fished out a water bottle, a can of apricots, and some solid fuel. She set the solid fuel on a rock and struck it with her claw. Igniting the greyish brick rather easily. She then poked a couple holes into the can with a metal spork she had and set the can on top of the burning fuel to heat up as she drank her water.

Once she heard the familiar sound of the syrup in the can bubbling, she removed the can from the fire and placed it in the mud for a couple seconds to cool down. She then used the rugged end of the spork to cut open the top of the can so she could eat.

Once the can’t contents was exposed, she used a dry trig to move the still ignited fuel into the mud as to not start a fire. Once she made sure no embers were left, she started to eat after she sat down on a higher rock.

She felt the fur on the back of her neck stick up as she felt someone watching her again. She very casually scanned her surroundings as she ate before telling herself that it was just her being paranoid. Too many lessons about always being prepared no matter the setting or who was with you.

She finished the can of fruit and stashed it into a small leakproof bag that she packed with her. She finished her water after she was done with her snack, then she put the items back in her bag.
———

She was about to head back to her house and out of the swamp when she heard a twig snap behind her. Her body almost instantly turned around as she stared at where the noise came from. She stayed there silently for a couple minutes. Waiting for someone to jump out. But no-one did.

Suddenly, the tigress felt a clothed arm wrapping around and pushing against her neck, like a boa constrictor. She immediately tried to fight back by using her elbows to hit the attacker that was behind her, but they would dodge and only tighten their grip on her neck as she struggled.

Pain coursed through her neck as she felt an unforgiving and ruthless hold on her. She tried to look back at her attacker to see who it was even as her eyes started to tear up, but they were completely covered in black clothing.

As she struggled and tried to break free, her loose fitting robes fell somewhat off of her shoulder. Exposing one of her breasts to the world as she was choked out. All she could get out of her mouth was whines and useless gasps for air that couldn’t get into her throat.

The tigresses’ struggle finally got weaker once she felt the oxygen going to her desperate brain cut off. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she lost control of her bladder as her brain shut off. Golden trails of piss leaking down her legs and staining her robes while she slowly succumbed to her attacker. One of the last things she felt before dying was the thickening cock of her assassin rubbing against her back. The struggle and act of taking her life in such a way making him fully hard as she died.

Once the tigress went limp, the assassin stayed there holding her there for a minute or two just to make sure she was dead, then he felt for a pulse on her neck. There was none. She was dead.

With a grin and a low cackle, the assassin moved his choking hand off of the body’s neck as it trailed down the exposed fur and landed on her breast. He playfully caressed it and played with the bouncy tit as he enjoyed a job well done. Squeezing the nipple a bit and pulling it some before turning the body’s head so he could passionately force his tongue down his victim’s throat.

He then took the body and pierced the back of her robes on a higher up tree branch to hang her body there. Looking over the hung body, the unnamed assassin noticed that the tigress pissed herself before dying. He peeled the wet lower robes around her front and to the back of her to expose her slick cunt.

He thought about fucking her right there and then. But he wanted to savor this a bit more. Instead, he took a couple fingers and pushed them deep up her slit as her death spasms clenched onto his fingers before losing all movement and becoming just a lifeless, still body.

He slid his fingers in and out of her pussy easily as he clearly enjoyed the power and control he had over his victim. His other hand reaching around the tigress and cupping her ass cheeks as he finger fucked her. He couldn’t contain himself for much longer.

As he sniffed the air, he smelled the scent of urine, sure. But he also smelled something different. Lowering his head to follow the scent, he was lead to the tigresses’ feet which smelled a combination of well worked, and earthy from the mud. The assassin gave a low moan of pleasure as he pulled out his cock from his black uniform and stroked himself as he licked the top part of her feet.

The taste of her sweet, desperate sweat put his horniness into overdrive. He had to get off before taking a trophy and reporting his work now. He eagerly picked up the muddy feet with his hands and used the two to give himself a dirty footjob. The limp feet messily rubbing over his cock and covering it with mud and the musk of his victim’s feet.

He leaked some pre as he sped up in violating the corpse’s feet. The muddy soles feeling a mixture of soft and tough forced him to reach his personal limits somewhat quickly.

“Mmmmf~ You dirty whore… get me off…”

The assassin grunted out as he felt himself nearing his edge. A few last quick thrusts into her feet made him violently shoot his loads. He covered her exposed tit, the robe, her cunt, and her feet in his necrophiliac cum.

He didn’t wipe his cock off as he eventually parted from the body. He left the mud there as a reminder of his good time. Before he left, he dug into her nearby bag and grabbed a bracelet that she never parted ways with as proof of the deed done so he could get paid. He also used a knife to cut off part of her robes so he could use it as a jerk off rag later as he thought of her.

After he got what he needed, he took the body off of the branch and removed her robes. Stripping her of her clothing as-well and having her nude for any other necro fiends to find, or the animals to get to. Afterwards, he left the body covered in piss and cum as he went back from where he came from.
——

As the assassin slowly made his way out of the swamps and into the city, he stopped by a local tavern before he headed to the assassin’s hideout.

He always felt a thrill as he sat down amongst unknowing others right after a fresh kill. He rubbed the cut robe he took as he pulled up a seat by the amber lit bar while various patrons obliviously talked and went about their day.

The bartender, a big, buff grey rhino, went to the assassin and slid a cup to him. As always, the bartender was straight to the point. Which the assassin appreciated.

“What’re you having?”

The assassin ordered some roasted pheasant legs and a cup of ale. The ale was served quickly, and the assassin sipped on that as he waited for his meal. Idly thinking about what his victim may have snacked on before he got there. He knew he smelled apricots, but that could have been her smell too for all he knew. He then imagined what it would have felt like to fuck the tigresses’ velvety folds instead of using her feet to get off. He bet it would have gotten just as powerful of an orgasm out of him.

He eventually shrugged the thoughts off and grinned with jagged teeth once he saw his meal arrive. He paid up front for the ale and food so he wouldn’t be bothered as he ate. He hated being pestered by the living.

He stripped the flesh from the roasted legs carefully. Every bite exposing bone as he hungrily consumed his meal. It didn’t take him long to eat, and once he did, he finished his ale and left the dirty plates there as he left and continued his way to the hideout.

He casually strolled through the busy roads as he followed a mental map he had of how to get to the hideout. He passed by various produce stands and children playing in pools of water as he followed the various turns into alleys that he remembered he had to take. Eventually he arrived at the door to the hideout and knocked on it several times. A latch slid open and after the doorman looked at who knocked on the door, it unlocked and the assassin was let in.

The assassin kicked off his shoes and stretched his arms as he walked into the hideout. One of the smaller assassins was idly playing some instrument to keep morale up as the mood often got dark due to what the assassins worked as. The one who just killed the tigress couldn’t be happier though. His post orgasm cloud of bliss still following him as he made his way to the quartermaster.

The assassin dug out the bracelet and put it on a wanted poster that shown the tigresses’ face. After the man behind the desk studied the bracelet, he dug out a bag of coin and sat it on the desk.

“You fuck the body again?”

The quartermaster asked. The assassin clearly had a reputation in his ways and how he treated his queries after his work has been done.

“Don’t ask if you don’t want the details.”

The assassin said coldly as he took his coin and went towards the bounty board. He idly looked at the pictures of the wanted as he imagined them in various positions and various acts done to them. He settled on a random bounty and left the bounty and resupply section of the hideout then.

Tired from the work, he went towards the barracks. As he passed other assassins, they seemed to steer clear of him once they realized he was the one walking. It didn’t matter to him though.

Once he got to his empty bunk, he stashed the stolen piece of robe under his mattress before he laid down in his fully black outfit and closed his eyes to rest.

At least, he would have if a couple assassins weren’t talking in the other side of the room. They didn’t speak loudly or anything, but it was just loud enough to keep the tired assassin from sleeping. And to be fucking annoying.

With his eyes still closed, the assassin reached under his pillow to grab a very dull throwing blade. He listened to where the voices were coming from and threw it in one motion. He knew the two got the message when the sound of the blade lodging itself in the wooden wall was heard, followed by the two shutting up in shock. They looked over to were the blade came from and quickly exited the room. Leaving the laying assassin to rest finally.

As he slept, various ideas for the next corpse he made filled his mind. His cock already throbbing again at the possibility. He would end up having a wet dream about someone fighting back desperately before he overpowered them. Only to wake up in a mess and have to clean himself off. But for now, he enjoyed his fucked dreams where once again, he was in complete control.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Tigress bounty hunting (snuff comm)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/jpeg", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "2", "views": "251" }