As Monica’s bare feet hit the floor she could see the shock on the sentry’s face. No one expected an infiltration this deep in the compound basement but to the horror of Amanda she learned quickly that she wasn’t alone. Both girls reach for their weapons but Monica was faster. The art of surprise on her side, she swung her dildagger striking Amanda in the head and dropping her onto the floor. “No!” The poor sentry screamed but Monica paid the desperate cry no attention. She jumped down onto the girls chest, her bare legs straddling Amanda’s slim body and latex leotard. “Shhhh… it’ll be over soon.” Monica whispered than covered Amanda’s mouth with a latex hand. Monica leaned forward, hovering her face inches in front of the sentry who squirmed underneath her. Amanda desperately reached for her dildagger until Monica noticed and pushed the silicon cock far away. “It’s nothing personal.” Monica said and then grabbed her own dildagger. Reaching behind her, she used the tip to spread the leotard bottom as Amanda screamed into her hand. “No!” Amanda pleaded for mercy, for freedom, for her life, but none of it was to be found in Monica’s cold gaze. With the leotard pushed to the side, Amanda’s lips spread, she was warm, inviting, and Monica knew the girl didn’t stand a chance. The dildagger slowly pushed into Amanda and soon she began to cry. “Soon.. it’ll be over soon.” Monica whispered through her mask, only her bright green eyes, freckles and red hair could be seen but the sight was enough for Amanda to know she was in peril.

With a simple press of a button, the dildagger came to live and began vibrating Amanda’s pussy. The girl moaned through tears, unable to resist her own body. Monica was an expert and made sure to not let the poor novice sentry suffer. She slowly worked the dildagger in and out of Amanda’s pussy, her grool almost instantly seeping onto the floor. “Please..” Amanda pleaded again but it would be her last word. The orgasm ripped through her body and soon she was convulsing on the ground, squirming, fighting a useless battle with herself. As Amanda came, her eyes began to look straight ahead, still and unmoving. Her body relaxed and soon she stopped moving all together. Her death was quick, exactly how an expert like Monica had planned to deliver. Monica pulled her dildagger out of Amanda’s lifeless body. She placed her bare foot on Amanda’s chest and grabbed her radio. “Sentry is down. Moving forward deeper to find their hideout. Be in touch soon.” She said. Monica grabbed Amanda’s feet and dragged her body behind a crate. As she was pulled, a single line of cum stretched from the place of her death to where her body was dumped. Monica grabbed the girls dildagger and put it into her waist band. She headed off deeper into the compound to find the secrets of what lies beneath.

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The Outer Worlds are a place of war. Factions of different girls fight over the planet to see who ends up with the endless resources and power that await. Armed with dildaggers, dilswords and dilguns, the girls battle to the death. In this world, an orgasm means death. Death means less power and less power means your faction may die out all together.

Looking for women or men to entertain this world and create stories within it!